Of Veela and Wolves - Chapter 13

Harry decided to take a long walk before he went to his room. The tension from his short interaction with Fudge was not conducive to sleep. He decided a stroll along the lake was the best option. Not to many people chanced the shores after sunset. The Mer-People weren't overly hostile, and the squid was mostly harmless, but there were other things in the water that were dangerous. He was pretty sure he saw a kelpie or two on the edge of the forest.

Being a werewolf allowed him a bit more leeway with the creatures in the area. They saw him more as a neighbor, or potential threat, rather than a quick meal. That meant that while they would attack him from time to time, it was meant to scare him away rather than eat. Even in his human form there was a certain aura that they could sense.

He paused by the shore and closed his eyes. The night around him was finally starting to settle. He could still hear the tournament people going about their jobs, but the distance helped lower the volume.

Harry focused on the song of the moon. It was constant, even during the day, but it was strongest at night. He could feel the song thrum through his bones on the nights of the full moon. There were plenty of times he caught himself swaying to the music on that three-day stretch.

As he listened to the song, he heard another harmonize with it. His ears perked up in an attempt to determine the source. A slow smile crossed his face as he recognized the singer. Fleur's beautiful voice from earlier somehow flowed perfectly with the music from the moon.

He followed her voice into the forest on a path he knew quite well. It led to a little clearing where a circle of stumps had been shaped to form a seats. In the center was a table made of stone. Once upon a time, before the spiders, the 'safe' area in the forest allowed students to visit. This had once been a popular picnic spot

In that moment, Harry decided that once the spiders were gone, he would make sure places like these were safe once more. The Forbidden Forest was meant to protect Hogwarts, not terrorize those in the nearby castle. A trio of ley-lines crossed underneath the school, and one ran right through the forest itself. Thanks to that ambient magic, the trees stretched farther than they appeared. The forest was large when viewed from above, from one of the towers or on a broom, but there was a clear end in the distance. However, it didn't seem big enough for a herd of centaurs, thestrals, unicorns, and other creatures to call it home. It was only when a person walked through the trees that they discovered that it would continue for days. The forest almost became a new land unto itself.

Harry idly wondered if it did, in fact, lead to another land. How long would he have to run before he found Wonderland, or Oz, or Narnia? One of these days he would love to find out.

Right now, there was a song that deserved his attention.

Fleur locked eyes with him as he approached. The song was in French, but it sounded enticing. It called to him even without an enchantment. She lowered her voice to a hum. The melody that led him to her fading in the night breeze.

"What was that song?" Harry asked as he came to a stop before her.

Fleur stood, somehow making the small motion incredibly elegant. She wore a thin, white silk nightgown. It was loose on her and stopped just above her knees. The soft breeze made the fabric play along her skin to reveal she was nude underneath.

Her eyes roamed over his body. The shorts may have stayed intact through his transformation, but they were still rather snug. He could hear her heartbeat increase as she took in his form.

"It is an old song." She shrugged. "A duet. I changed some of the words around to fit."

"Oh?" Harry smiled at her. "Can you tell me the words?"

"You must promise to be gentle." Fleur pouted. "The words are not an exact fit."

"Of course, I'll be gentle." Harry teased.

"In the dark of the night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?" Fleur spoke the words more than sang them. "He offers me his claws. He offers me his teeth. He offers me his jaws. He offers me his hunger. In the dark of the night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses? For he will starve without me."

She trailed a hand along his chest as she spoke. In the silence, their lips met in a gentle kiss.

"I don't have any roses." Harry whispered.

"But will you starve without me?" Fleur whispered as well.

She ran a gentle hand through his hair. He closed his eyes to fully enjoy the sensation. Her breath tickled his skin as she leaned closer. Fleur kissed his neck. Her teeth teased across his skin as she pulled away. The restrained passion inside of Harry roared to life at those words. He picked her up by her hips and captured her lips in a forceful kiss. Her legs wrapped around him as Harry moved through the seats to reach the table.

Fleur hooked one arm around his shoulders while the other wrestled with his shorts. Harry decided to help her out. He set her on the stone table before he slid out of his shorts. Fleur let out a cute little growl as she took in his nude form. She sat up and took off her nightgown in a single motion. Now it was his turn to admire her nude form. Her smooth skin glowed under the stars. Perfectly shaped, firm breasts rested proudly on her chest. Her rose pink nipples were already hard in the cool night air. A gorgeous, smooth pair of lips shone with a hint of moisture.

Harry scooped her up off of her feet. He spun to land on his back on the stone table. Fleur giggled as she hit his chest. His hand trailed down her body. He teased her nipples before taking on into his mouth for a brief kiss. His touch continued on lower.

Fleur gasped as his fingers found her pussy. He stroked her outer lips, pausing each motion to tease closer to her other hole.

"This is not how the story goes." Fleur fixed him with a faux pout.

"And how does it go?" Harry chuckled.

"The big bad wolf must eat me." Fleur purred. "Or he will starve without me."

Harry gave her a roguish smile. Without another word, he lifted her by her hips and set her back down on his face. Fleur shifted so that she straddled his head. He used the tip of his tongue to repeat the motions his fingers had moments ago. Only this time, he teased her clit before her dropped his tongue lower. Her little pearl just begged for attention.

He spread his tongue out flat and began to lick her with long strokes. Purposely, he would avoid her clit on every other motion. Fleur moaned when his tongue circled her button. She would growl when he stopped just short of it. His emerald eyes shined up at her with obvious delight.

Fleur snapped. She grabbed a handful of his hair and ground her pussy against his face as she muttered curses in French. The words lost form becoming garbled noises before she screamed out as she came on his tongue. She rocked back and forth as she rode out the wave of pleasure.

Harry didn't let her rest. His grip clamped on her hips and held her in place. A rapid-fire vibration attacked her clit from various angles as he began to use his Parseltongue.

Her scream peaked again, echoing through the forest, and scaring quite a few creatures, before her voice went ragged. The sound dropped to a barely audible moan as she collapsed backwards. Her head thumped against his thick before she came to rest with his hard cock against her face.

Fleur mumbled something in her native language that was lost to him. He kissed her thigh as she lounged on top of her. His smug smile dropped as she nuzzled his cock. Fleur placed soft kisses along his shaft. Then she shifted her position so that she now had full access between his legs and settled into the classic sixty-nine position. Harry gave her well-loved pussy another lick from the new angle.

Fleur squeaked in shock. She slapped his leg.

"It is your turn." She teased. "We can do that next time."