The ball had been underway for more than two hours now, and Severus found himself to his mild astonishment, in high demand.
He hadn't anticipated it. Not at all.
The first had been a few Beauxbatons girls, giggling and whispering behind delicate hands, encouraged by Fleur's friends who had danced with him first. They had approached shyly, eyes shining, asking if he would dance once. Just once.
It seemed harmless enough. Fleur hadn't objected when he glanced at her for silent permission. She had even smiled, a little teasingly, as if amused to see her companion so sought after.
Then it had been the older Hogwarts students. Girls from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff mostly, a few bold Gryffindors.
He had danced with them too—brief, polite waltzes that Severus found himself navigating with surprising ease.
When Hermione Granger had approached, cheeks red but determined, asking if she might have a dance as well, he'd almost laughed. Not at her — but at the absurdity of it all.
He accepted.
And then Iris Potter, the younger sister of the Boy Who Lived, had asked shyly.
Ginny Weasley had followed, barely hiding her wide grin.
Even the daughter of Sirius Black, a girl named Verdona, who had her father's wild hair but none of his impulsiveness — had grinned up at him and extended a hand with a confident "Care to?"
It hadn't stopped there.
Aurora Sinistra, the Astronomy professor, had asked for a turn. Vector too, with a calculating glint in her eye as if evaluating a problem.
At some point, Severus realized that no matter how carefully he restrained his hidden bloodline's influence, it still seeped through.
I should have worn a glamour, he thought dryly, leading another girl through a careful spin.
But eventually, the dancing ended.
He caught Fleur's eye across the room. She tilted her head, questioning.
He offered a hand.
Without a word, she took it.
The cool night air greeted them as they stepped into the gardens beyond the hall. Lanterns floated overhead, bobbing gently like sleepy fireflies. The grounds were quieter now. Most people still inside, still caught up in music and laughter and swirling gowns. Some were already sneaking to private places.
They wandered slowly, side by side, letting the soft crunch of gravel underfoot fill the spaces between them.
"It was… very busy," Fleur said at last, her voice wry.
"You don't say," Severus replied, equally dry.
Fleur smiled, a real one this time. Not the polite smiles she wore for appearances. "You are quite ze popular one tonight."
"Unintended," he said.
"Maybe," she teased. "But deserved, non?"
He didn't answer that.
They were nearing the Black Lake now, its dark surface rippling faintly under the moonlight. A soft mist curled along the banks, whispering over the stones.
Fleur paused at the water's edge, wrapping her arms loosely around herself.
"I… I worry about ze second task," she admitted, staring out at the lake.
Severus studied her quietly.
She was usually so confident. Proud without being arrogant. To hear uncertainty in her voice was rare.
"You'll be fine," he said calmly. "You're more than capable."
She turned to him, eyebrows lifting slightly. "You sound so sure."
"I am."
Fleur looked at him for a long moment, then gave a small smile. "Merci."
He inclined his head.
Their steps slowed until they were just standing there, close enough that their sleeves brushed sometimes in the breeze. It wasn't romantic, not exactly. But it wasn't distant either.
There was a quiet intimacy to it, a shared understanding.
Fleur broke the silence first.
"Can I ask you something?"
He arched a brow. "You can."
She hesitated, then said in a rush, "Ze broomless flight. 'Ow do you do eet?"
Severus almost chuckled at the way her eyes lit up in curiosity.
"Practice," he said vaguely.
Fleur narrowed her eyes, not fooled at all. "Practice and?"
"A lot of stubbornness."
She huffed, crossing her arms. "Can you teach me?"
"No," Severus said immediately.
Fleur pouted, her lower lip jutting out in an exaggerated, dramatic way.
"Please?" she wheedled.
Severus smirked. "And what exactly do I get out of it?"
At that, she blushed. A true, warm blush that stained her cheeks pink.
He couldn't resist.
"You still haven't paid me, you know," he said, voice low, almost teasing. "For appearing at the ball with you."
Fleur stammered, utterly flustered. "I— I thought— I mean— zat was—"
Severus let out a quiet laugh, taking pity on her. "Relax. I'm joking."
Mostly.
She glared at him half-heartedly, but her blush deepened.
He relented, straightening slightly. "If you want to fly… unaided… I can offer something simpler."
Fleur's face lit up instantly. "Oui! Oui, please!"
"Alright then," he said, amused. "Hug me from behind. Tight."
The pink returned with a vengeance.
Still, she moved forward with only a slight hesitation.
Her arms slid around his waist, tentative at first, then firmer as she gripped him. He could feel the press of her body against his back, her nervous breath fluttering against his robes. Her soft flesh pressed against his back and he couldn't help but be slightly aroused.
Severus smirked slightly.
"Hold on," he murmured.
Before she could rethink it, he pushed off the ground.
They rose with a rush of air, the world dropping away beneath their feet.
Fleur let out a startled squeak, tightening her grip instinctively. Her forehead bumped his back, and he could feel the way her hands fisted in his robes for security.
"Mon dieu!" she gasped as they gained height.
The ground fell away faster, the glittering lights of the castle shrinking below them. The lake stretched out like a black mirror, endless and still.
Severus maneuvered them carefully, the flight smooth and steady. The cold wind whipped at them, tugging at their hair and clothes, but he compensated easily.
Fleur's heart was hammering against his back. But slowly her death grip loosened.
"Eet is… incroyable," she whispered, awe coloring her voice.
Severus smiled faintly, unseen.
"It's better when you're not afraid you'll fall," he said over his shoulder.
"I am not afraid!" she protested immediately.
"You were."
"Was not."
"Were."
She pinched his side lightly in retaliation, making him chuckle.
They drifted in slow, lazy circles above the lake, high enough that the rippling water looked like silver ink beneath them.
For once, Fleur said nothing. She just leaned her forehead lightly against his back and let herself breathe.
Severus flew in silence, letting the night carry them.
They drifted over the black lake in easy silence, the cold air biting pleasantly against their cheeks. Severus adjusted their flight slightly, heading lazily toward the far end of the grounds. The castle glowed behind them like a fairytale painting, golden lights flickering in the windows.
As they neared the outskirts, a crooked silhouette rose in the distance — the infamous Shrieking Shack, standing alone and decrepit on the hill.
Fleur noticed it too.
"Zat…" she breathed near his ear, pointing. "Zat is ze Shrieking Shack, non? Take us there!"
Severus hummed under his breath but obliged, steering their course toward the ramshackle house. His boots touched down softly on the snowy ground, and Fleur let go of him reluctantly, wobbling a little before catching herself.
They stared up at the old building.
It looked suitably haunted: broken windows, sagging walls, creaking wood groaning in the breeze.
Fleur grabbed his sleeve, excitement sparkling in her eyes.
"Students say eet is 'aunted," she said, lowering her voice in mock spookiness. "Zey say ghosts and monsters live 'ere."
Severus smirked. If only they knew the truth.
He decided to humour her.
"Monsters, you say?" he drawled. "Should we brave it?"
Fleur tossed her hair back defiantly. "Oui! I am not afraid."
"Of course not," Severus said, lips twitching.
She marched ahead, tugging him along.
They pushed open the rickety door, stepping into a dim, dusty hallway. The air smelled of old wood and disuse. Floorboards creaked beneath their shoes, and a faint chill seemed to seep from the very walls.
Fleur clutched his arm dramatically. "It feels… eerie, non?"
Severus bit back a laugh.
He knew very well that this place wasn't haunted. The claw marks and shredded walls were simply the legacy of a young Remus Lupin, back in his school days, safely locked away during full moons.
Fleur wandered ahead, peering into dark corners.
She gasped.
"Mon dieu!" she cried, crouching to inspect deep gouges in the floorboards. "Look at zis! What creature could do zat?"
Severus folded his arms, adopting an air of gravitas. "A very angry one, I would imagine."
She straightened up, brushing dust from her skirt, and made a face.
"Ze whole place… it is so dull and dirty," she complained, wrinkling her nose adorably.
"Indeed," Severus said, slipping his wand from his sleeve.
With a casual wave, he traced an elegant arc through the air.
Instantly, the room began to transform.
The dust vanished first, swirling away like smoke. The rotted wood mended itself before their eyes, smoothing into rich, dark panels. The cracked windows grew clear and solid again. The claw marks faded from the floorboards, leaving them polished and unmarred.
The very air grew warmer, sweeter, shedding its musty decay for something fresher, cleaner.
Fleur gasped again, this time in delight. She spun slowly in a circle, taking it all in.
"Magnifique!" she breathed. "You 'ave magic hands!"
Severus chuckled under his breath.
But he wasn't done yet.
Another twirl of his wand, and with a faint pop, a large, opulent bed appeared right in the center of the room — thick, plush mattress, velvet sheets, and all.
Fleur turned.
Her cheeks flamed scarlet the moment she saw it.
"You—!" she sputtered, reaching out to shove him lightly in the chest. "You conjured… zat?!"
Severus grinned, unrepentant.
"If you don't want to sit on it, I can vanish it," he said lazily.
She narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously, hands on her hips. "You conjured eet for me to sit, non?"
"Partly," Severus allowed, voice turning mischievous. "But I had more than sitting in mind."
Fleur went bright red, her mouth opening and closing like a fish.
He couldn't help it. He immediately laughed.
"Relax, mademoiselle," he teased, stepping back with exaggerated politeness. "I am merely teasing."
Mostly.
Fleur shot him a glare, but her lips twitched as if fighting a smile. She folded her arms and tilted her head challengingly.
"So," she said, arching a brow. "What… more did you 'ave in mind?"
Severus shrugged easily. "That would depend on your intentions, mademoiselle."
Fleur's cheeks burned an even deeper shade of red.
She hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath — a bracing breath, as if steeling herself for battle.
When she looked at him again, her blue eyes were serious. Determined.
Without warning, she surged forward.
Severus blinked, caught entirely off-guard as her hands curled into his robes — and then her soft, petal-like lips crashed into his.
It wasn't a gentle kiss.
It was heated, messy, filled with the kind of desperate courage that came from throwing caution to the wind.
Severus froze for a heartbeat.
Then instinct kicked in.
He kissed her back, his hands sliding up to cradle her face carefully, mindful of the fragile bravery she was showing.
Fleur made a small, pleased sound against his mouth, standing on her toes to press herself closer.
Her fingers twisted in the fabric of his robes, clinging.
The kiss deepened naturally, their breaths mingling, their heartbeats thudding in synchrony.
She tasted faintly of something sweet — something wild and bright, like moonlight and honeysuckle.
Severus finally pulled back, just slightly, enough to look at her.
Her cheeks were flushed, her lips parted, her blue eyes shining.
She stared up at him with a mixture of triumph and something tenderer — something a little scared, a little hopeful.
He smiled faintly, brushing a lock of silvery hair behind her ear.
"Well," he murmured, voice rougher than he intended. "That was unexpected."
Fleur giggled, the sound a delightful melody in the quiet room. "Better zan I had imagined, non?" she said, her French accent thick with mirth.
Her laughter was infectious, and Severus found himself chuckling in response. He hadn't felt this light, this alive, in years.
"Much better," he conceded, his thumb tracing the curve of her jaw. Her laughter was like a warm summer breeze, a stark contrast to the chilly air outside. It stirred something in him. His creature blood singing to claim her in the most intimate manner.
Severus' eyes searched hers, looking for any trace of doubt or hesitation. When he found none, his gaze grew more intense.
"Fleur," he began, his voice low and serious. "If we are to do this, we must do it right."
Her eyes searched his, the humor fading to curiosity. She tipped her chin up, exposing the slender line of her neck. He swallowed hard, the urge to kiss her again almost overwhelming.
"Right?" She asked in a confused manner. Clearly, she didn't get his point or what he was talking.
"I like you a lot. But if we are to give ourselves to each other, then better benefit from it too. There is a ritual where if two virgins mate while performing the ritual, they would be blessed by magic. They would have an increase in their magic, and their magic would become stronger, and they would become compatible in many ways. If we do that, you will get a boost in your magic which will help you in the tournament. You will also get more physical and magical attributes." Severus explained seriously. If they were to do it, it better be beneficial for both of them. Besides, she still had the chance to back away.
If she didn't want to do it. They could not do it and simply part their ways. She would get her magic stronger, which will help her in the tournament and he would get more affinity for fire magic due to her veela nature. It also helped that doing the ritual would help him to control the creature blood in him, which was already causing more problems with each passing day.
Fleur searched his eyes, the light from the candles he had conjured earlier reflecting in her own, making them shimmer like the stars. "Safe?" she murmured, the word heavy with doubt. "But ze rituals... I 'ave 'eard zey are dark."
Severus nodded, understanding her apprehension. "Some are," he admitted. "But this one is ancient, a joining of pure hearts and willing spirits. It will not harm you, I promise."
"Remeber Fleur, the magic is strongest when it comes through sacrifice. Be it blood, soul or even semen. There is a reason people warn to not let bodily fluids such as blood or other things linger around." Severus gently explained.
Fleur mentally calculated it. If they did it, she would be sacrificing her virginity. Their coupling would actually generate much more stronger magic, which meant that they will both grow stronger from the ritual. On one hand, she wanted to deny it. She liked him and wanted to experience it naturally with him. But, he was right too. If they used the aid of magic, they both will be blessed together and she will surely get an extra edge for her magically. On one hand, she dearly needed it. Considering, the next task was in water, where she will surely be in a disadvantage.
"Oui," she whispered, her voice trembling a little with excitement and fear. "I trust you."
He took her hand and led her to the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. He knew this was a big step for her, and he would make sure it was worth it.
Severus began the incantation, his voice deep and resonant, the ancient words rolling off his tongue like a melody. Fleur watched him, her eyes wide with wonder and a touch of fear. The air around them grew thick with magic, the candle flames flickering and dancing.
As he spoke, she felt something stir within her, a warmth that grew and grew until it was a pulsing beat in her veins.
And then, with a suddenness that took her breath away, their clothes vanished like mist.
Fleur gasped, her hands flying up to cover her breasts and the apex of her thighs. She felt a rush of cold air, but the magic was already warming her. Not just her body, but her very soul. She looked down at herself, then up at Severus.
He had gone utterly still, his eyes on hers, his expression one of pure, unbridled hunger.
Her gaze drifted lower, taking in the sculpted planes of his chest, the defined abs that looked like they'd been chiseled from marble. There wasn't a single hair on his body, not even a dusting of chest hair. He was as smooth as the finest velvet.
Fleur's eyes followed the trail of light downward, to where his cock stood proudly erect. It was massive, thick and long, at least eight inches minimum. She felt her cheeks burn, and she bit her bottom lip to stifle a whimper of both fear and excitement. 'How was he so perfect?'
Severus had finished his incantation, and now their bodies glowed with a faint, ethereal light. She could see his muscles rippling beneath his pale skin, and it was mesmerizing — like watching the play of light on water.
He stepped closer, closing the space between them, and she could feel the heat of his body. Her inner veela wanted nothing but to be claimed in the most primal way by him. She didn't knew why, but she wanted to submit to him. A feeling which felt so foreign, yet so home to her.
"Are you sure?" He asked for the final time.
Fleur nodded and gently removed her hands from her boobs and thighs. She watched as he feasted on the sight of her body. Her being veela came with its own gifts. She was actually thankful for it. Afterall, she had perfect round and full breasts with a body that had definitely beautiful curves in it. Her back was perfect and her waist was narrow. She knew her body was perfect as boys often peeked on her back, when they thought she wasn't looking.
Severus stepped closer and she felt his hands on her chin. He tilted her face up to meet his, and for a moment, they just stared into each other's eyes. Then, as if he could no longer resist, he bent down and kissed her. The moment his lips met hers, something snapped inside her. The magic that had been building up in her from the start of the ritual was suddenly released. It was like a dam had burst, and the power of it flooded through her veins like a wild river.
Her body began to glow, a soft, ethereal light that seemed to pulse in time with her heartbeat. She could feel her allure unfurling like wings, reaching out to him, wrapping around him. And when she opened her eyes, she saw that his eyes had gone pure white too, the pupils and irises lost in the brilliance of the power that surged between them.
Their kiss grew more urgent, more desperate. Severus's hands roamed her body, caressing every curve and valley as if he were mapping her. His touch was like fire, searing her skin, making her gasp and moan into his mouth. Her own hands found his shoulders, then his back, her nails digging in as the pleasure grew more intense.
Fleur felt the magic coiling around them, tightening like a noose, pulling them closer and closer until there was no space between them. And when she finally broke away to gasp for air, she knew that she was ready. She was ready for whatever came next.
With a gentle ease that seemed to defy gravity, Severus picked her up in his arms, his strength surprising her. She felt as light as a feather, and for a moment, she allowed herself to be swept away in his embrace. He carried her to the bed and laid her down, the softness of the velvet sheets a stark contrast to the anticipation that had her skin tingling.
Her legs trembled as he climbed onto the bed, straddling her, his cock pressing against her folds. The warmth of his body was a comfort in the cold room, and she reached up to trace the lines of his shoulders, feeling the power that hummed beneath his skin. His white eyes searched hers, a silent question that she answered with a nod.
He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a kiss that stole her breath, as he positioned himself at her entrance. Slowly, so slowly, he pushed in, the pressure making her gasp. The head of his cock was thick, stretching her more than she'd ever been, but the magic helped, easing the way, making it feel...right.
Fleur felt the warmth of her body giving way to the cold, dark magic of Severus as he inched deeper, filling her slowly. It was a strange sensation, like being dipped in ice water, yet set alight from within. Her nails dug into his back, her moans muffled by the kiss, as she adjusted to the unfamiliar fullness.
Severus paused, giving her a moment to adjust, his eyes never leaving hers. He could feel the barrier of her innocence, her hymen, stretching tightly around him. He knew this would hurt her, but he also knew the power it would unleash.
"You're okay," he murmured against her lips, his breath hot and comforting. "I'm here. Just a little more, and then it'll be over."
Fleur nodded, her eyes screwed shut in anticipation of the pain. And with a gentle but firm push, Severus broke through the final barrier.
A sharp cry tore from her throat, and she bit down hard on his lower lip, drawing blood. The taste of it mingled with her own, and Severus felt a thrill run through him. He'd felt the tear, the pop of her maidenhead, and the warm wetness that signaled her body's acceptance of him.
He pulled back, licking the blood from his lip, watching as she panted beneath him. Her eyes were wide with shock, with pain, with something else...desire.
"Look at me," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Look at what we're doing."
Her eyes snapped open, and she stared into his. They were both glowing with the magic of their union, the gold of their auras reflecting in their pupils. The pain was sharp, but it was quickly overshadowed by the pleasure that began to build as he eased his way inside her.
Fleur's breath hitched, her nails digging into his back as he filled her completely. Severus felt his own power surge, the beast within him growling in approval. The magic of the ritual swirled around them like a storm, feeding off their passion and making their connection more intense with every thrust.
Her whimpers grew louder, turning into soft moans that echoed through the room. Severus watched her face, seeing the way her eyebrows furrowed in pleasure-pain, her full pink lips parting as she gasped for air. He began to move, his hips rocking gently against hers.
Fleur's eyes rolled back in her head, and she moaned, a sound that was half pleasure and half amazement. Severus knew that he was the first to claim her in this way, and the thought made his cock throb even more. He picked up the pace, his strokes growing longer and deeper, filling her completely with every movement.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him to go deeper. Severus's muscles tensed as he felt her tighten around him, her walls squeezing him in a deliciously snug embrace. The magic between them grew more intense, making every sensation sharper, more vivid.
"Severus," she whispered, her voice breaking on his name. "Oh, mon dieu, Severus..."
The way she said his name, with such reverence and desire, was almost too much to bear. He leaned down and captured her mouth in a kiss, swallowing her moans as their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm.
Their magic grew stronger with each stroke, each touch, each kiss. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before — a symphony of sensation that sang through his veins and made his heart race.
Fleur's hands slid down to his hips, urging him to go faster, harder. Severus obliged, his own need building to a crescendo. He could feel the pressure building in her, the tightening of her muscles around him, and knew she was close.
"Come for me, Fleur," he murmured against her ear, his voice a dark rumble. "Let the magic take us both."
And with that, she did. Her body arched off the bed, her back bowing as a scream of pleasure ripped from her throat. Severus felt the warm rush of her climax, and it sent him over the edge as well.
They came together in a burst of magic, their auras exploding in a shower of gold and silver sparks. The room was alight with power, and for a moment, they were lost in the ecstasy of it all.
As they came down from their high, Severus collapsed onto the bed beside her, both of them panting and trembling. The magic that had held them in thrall dissipated, leaving them in the quiet aftermath of their passionate ritual.
Fleur looked down at her body, now sheened with a fine layer of sweat, and then at Severus' equally sweaty form. She was still a little dizzy from the intensity of the experience.
"Does eet 'urt every time?" she asked in her accented voice, the words coming out in breathless pants.
Severus turned his head to look at her, his eyes still a little glazed with lust and power. He brushed a strand of silver hair from her cheek, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw.
"The first time is... a little rough," he admitted, his voice still thick with the aftermath of their passion. "But it gets better, I promise."
Fleur nodded, looking down at their entwined bodies, at the way the candlelight played over their sweat-slicked skin. She felt...changed. There was a newness to her, a hum of power that resonated deep within her bones.
"I feel..." she began, then paused, searching for the right words. "I feel...powerful."
Severus' smile grew, a true smile that reached his eyes. "That's the magic working," he said. "Our union has made us stronger."
Fleur sat up, her breasts bouncing gently with the movement, and looked around the room. Everything was as it should be, but there was a charge in the air that hadn't been there before. It was like the very fabric of reality had been subtly altered.
"C'est incroyable," she murmured. "I had no idea... ze ritual could be like zis."
Severus chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers. "Fleur. Remember this. Blood, soul and sex, give the strongest magic."
Fleur marveled at the information. Now, as her mind cleared. She felt her pussy ache a little from the earlier act. She hadn't thought that the sex was so direct. They had done pretty much everything in a hurried manner.
"Would you go for a second round? It would have been better without the ritual. Allow me to show you the true wonders of pleasure of flesh." Severus suddenly proclaimed as he got up.
Fleur was amused from his proclamation. Before she could reply, he claimed her lips in a chaste kiss. "Don't tire on me, cherie. The night is still long and I have much more to show to my beautiful French lady."
Her heart fluttered at his words. Severus was always so serious, but here, in the throes of passion, she saw a glimpse of the playfulness hidden beneath his stern exterior. She couldn't resist the urge to giggle. His sudden shift to a more lighthearted mood was surprising but welcome.
Severus took her giggle as a yes and with a sudden burst of energy, he levitated them both off the bed. He spun her around gently, his hands supporting her waist, making her feel like a feather in the wind. His eyes gleamed with a mischievous excitement she hadn't seen before. He placed her back down on the plush velvet, his own body hovering above her.
"You like that?" He smirked, his eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief.
"Oui," she murmured, her eyes sparkling with delight. "Très romantique."
Severus began his second round of seduction, his hands moving over her body with a gentle, almost reverent touch. He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, sending delicious shivers down her spine. Her breath hitched as his hand cupped one of her breasts, his thumb brushing over the taut peak.
Fleur's eyes closed in pleasure as he continued his exploration, his mouth moving from her neck to her collarbone, kissing and nipping along the way. His hands were everywhere, caressing her breasts, her stomach, her thighs. She could feel his excitement growing, his cock pressing against her stomach.
He slid down her body, kissing every inch of her until he reached her center. He looked up at her, a question in his eyes, and she nodded eagerly. Severus's mouth closed over her clit, and she gasped, her hands flying to his head to hold him in place. He sucked and licked, his tongue flicking over her in a way that made her entire body tighten.
The sensation was exquisite, and she found herself moving her hips in response, urging him on. Her moans grew louder, filling the room. Severus's eyes remained locked on hers, watching her reactions, his own need clear in his gaze.
And then, just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, he pushed two fingers inside her. She cried out, the pleasure overwhelming her senses. He curled them upward, finding that spot that made her see stars, and began to pump them in and out in time with his mouth.
Fleur's moans grew louder, more desperate, as he worked her over. She could feel the orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to shatter her into a million pieces. Her hips bucked against his face, and she grabbed fistfuls of the velvet sheets.
Severus's eyes never left hers, watching the play of emotions across her face with a fierce intensity that made her feel seen in a way she never had before. He was her maestro, and she was his instrument, and the music they created together was the sweetest symphony she'd ever heard.
Her breath was coming in gasps now, her moans turning to pleas. "Severus, please...I need...I need..."
And just as she was about to shatter, he stopped. She whimpered in protest, but he was already moving back up her body, positioning himself at her entrance again.
This time, he pushed in with a slow, deliberate force that made her toes curl. She could feel every inch of him, the stretch of her muscles as they accommodated his size. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she bit down on her bottom lip to keep from screaming.
Severus began to move again, his strokes long and deep. The pleasure was so intense, she could barely stand it. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his back, urging him to go faster.
"Like this?" He growled, his teeth flashing in the candlelight.
"Oh, yes," she panted. "Like that, mon amour. Yes, yes, yes..."
Her moans grew wilder, more abandoned as he drove into her. The pain from before had faded into a distant memory, replaced by a need so all-consuming it was almost feral. She arched her back, pushing herself up to meet his thrusts.
"Ah, Fleur...so tight, so perfect," Severus groaned, his voice thick with lust. He could feel the veela magic pulsing through her, mixing with his own, creating a heady cocktail of power and pleasure.
Fleur's nails dug into his skin, her legs shaking as he filled her completely. "Oh...Severus," she gasped, her eyes half-closed with ecstasy. "Harder...yes, like that!"
Her words spurred him on, and he increased his rhythm, the sound of their bodies coming together echoing through the room. It was a symphony of passion — wet, raw, and utterly animalistic.
Severus leaned down to kiss her again, his tongue delving into her mouth, tasting her sweetness. The magic swirled around them, feeding off their desire, growing stronger with every second.
"You're mine," he murmured against her lips, his voice hoarse with need. "My beautiful French witch."
"Oui," she whimpered, her breathing ragged. "Yours, Severus. Toujours."
Their hips met in a frenzy, the bed creaking beneath their combined weight. The candlelight flickered over their bodies, casting shadows that danced on the walls like silent witnesses to their union.
Fleur could feel the climax approaching, a tsunami of sensation that threatened to drown her. Her eyes met Severus's, and she knew he could see it too — the desperation, the need.
"Don't hold back," he urged, his strokes becoming more powerful, more demanding. "Let it come."
Fleur did as he said, letting go of any lingering inhibitions. Her moans grew louder, filling the small shack with the sound of their passion. Each thrust of his cock sent waves of pleasure crashing over her, and she could feel the orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter inside her.
"Severus!" she cried out, her voice hoarse and raw. "I'm...I'm...oh, mon dieu..."
Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, their hips rising and falling in a rhythm that was as old as time itself. Severus's eyes were on her face, watching the play of emotions as she rode the crest of her climax. And when she finally broke, her body shuddering with pleasure. He let go of himself.
With a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the Shrieking Shack, he came inside her. His cock spasmed, and jet after jet of hot, thick cum filled her up, painting her inner walls with his essence. The feeling was indescribable, like nothing she had ever experienced before. Her pussy clenched around him, trying to milk every last drop from him.
"Fuck, Fleur," he groaned, his voice low and guttural. "You feel so good...so tight around me."
Her nails raked down his back as she felt the warmth of his release, the stickiness of their mingled fluids. Severus's body was taut with tension, his muscles standing out in sharp relief as he pumped his cum into her.
Fleur's moans grew louder, her body writhing beneath him, as she felt his hot semen fill her completely. Her orgasm rolled through her, waves of pleasure that seemed to have no end. She could feel every pulse of his cock, every throb as he emptied himself into her.
"Take it all," he growled, his voice filled with a primal satisfaction. "You're mine, Fleur. Only mine."
Fleur's eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a scream of pleasure that was part pain, part ecstasy. "Severus!" she cried out, her voice a raw shout of release. "Oh, Severus...yes..."
Their moans grew louder, filling the room with the sound of their passion. Severus's hips bucked against hers, his cock still hard, still spurting inside her. She could feel the heat of him, the power of him, and it only served to drive her higher.
Their magic melded together, creating a bond that went beyond the physical. It was as if their very souls were entwined, dancing together in a cosmic ballet of desire and need.
Finally, with a last, shuddering gasp, he was done. Severus collapsed onto her, his cock still twitching inside her. They lay there, panting, their bodies slick with sweat and cum.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing, their hearts hammering in their chests. And then, with a soft sigh, Severus lifted his head to look at her.
"That was..." she began, her voice trailing off as she searched for the right words.
"AMAZING," he supplied, a lazy smile curling his lips. "But it's not over yet, cherie."
He began to move again, his cock still semi-hard inside her. The sensation was overwhelming, the friction of their bodies setting her nerves alight once more.
At that moment, Severus finally realised one thing. The sex between a Veela and Incubus was nothing short of legendary. Maybe, being a part Incubus wasn't a bad thing at all.