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Taboo - Chapter 02
🕑 Added 2022-12-31 21:36:14 +0000 UTCChapter 2
Fleur had to resist the temptation to moan aloud when the complex flavours hit her tongue.
It wouldn’t do to ruin the ambiance of this wonderful restaurant by moaning like a whore.
She’d rather die than admit it to anyone, but London truly had the best restaurants of any city in the world, but this one in particular held a special place in her heart.
It wasn’t exclusive, or even horrifically expensive. It was a quiet, classy affair that looked more like a cosy inn when inside rather than an elite, world-class, Michelin starred eatery.
The ambiance was almost as important as the food to her when it came to restaurants, and the noise in the dimly lit area barely rose above a gentle hum, while the crackling fire lulled her to sleep almost as much as her full belly.
She truly loved it.
Harry knew that very well.
‘So, are you going to tell me why you brought me to my favourite restaurant?’ Fleur Weasley asked him with an arched brow, making sure to cast a silencing ward so their conversation wouldn’t disturb the other patrons.
The striking French witch would look beautiful in a garbage bag but she put in her customary effort that evening and looked positively stunning in a slinky, navy cocktail dress with her blonde hair done up in an elegant bun.
Harry and she had been pretty close ever since he’d taken her to the Yule Ball back during the Triwizard Tournament, and while he’d harboured a pretty severe crush on her when he was younger - so much so he’d mastered her language to impress her, an embarrassing fact she never let him forget - they were both happy with their relationship as it was now.
Close friends with some pretty amazing benefits.
It helped that the alluring witch was in an open relationship with her globe-trotting husband - a necessity if their marriage was ever to work given the amount of time they spent apart.
That and her desire to continue dating new and interesting people, a habit she shared with her charming husband.
A habit she very much did not share with Harry, unfortunately.
Fleur had been the one to make Harry a man, and while he hadn’t been her first, she hadn’t truly enjoyed lovemaking until he had shown her how magical it could be - literally at times. He had eagerly mastered her body to the point that only her beloved William could now compare.
‘You wound me, ma chérie,’ Harry replied in perfect French. ‘Can’t I just catch up with my dear friend without being accused so terribly?’
She snorted into her Champagne, not buying his act for a minute.
‘I do not recall the last time you even bothered to wine and dine me, mon chéri. Normally at this point in our evenings together you are already well on your way to sending me to Nirvana.’
‘False. I would still be bemoaning the tragedy of you taking Bill’s name. Fleur Weasley?! What an absolute travesty.’
Fleur rolled her eyes, very much looking like a woman who’d heard that argument one too many times. When she went to take another sip of her incredible Champagne, it took a truly heroic effort of will to not spit it into her paramour’s face when he uttered his next sentence.
‘I need your help with seducing my mother.’
With only the slightest tremble in the hand holding her wine glass, she shut her eyes and placed it on the table with a forced sense of calm and regality, unwilling to show just how his statement had surprised her.
Clearing her throat, she gave him a look that conveyed more than words ever could.
‘It’s not a joke, I’m not pranking you,’ he replied in a deadly serious voice. ‘Okay, maybe I wanted to shock you a little while you were drinking, remind me never to play poker with you by the way, but I am not joking.’
She eyed him with only a raised brow, waiting to see if he would break under her scrutiny, but the serious look in his eyes said it all.
That is the look of a man in lust.
After several moments of intense silence and staring each other down, Fleur broke and smirked wickedly. ‘How salacious.’
‘What can I say? You’re a corrupting influence.’
‘I take credit for turning you into the unabashed lothario you are today. This? This is all you mon chéri. What brought this on?’
They both paused and took a sip of their drinks as a waiter silently collected their finished dishes from the table. When she had left, Harry only waited a moment before shrugging.
‘Does it matter?’
‘I am curious.’
He shrugged again. ‘You know I came home early from my holiday. My mother was entertaining some guests, thinking she had the house to herself. Seeing her like that… I finally saw her the way everyone else does. She was one of the most beautiful creatures I had ever seen.’
‘This is when you are supposed to add - Present Company Excluded.’
Instead of humouring her, he only stared into her pale blue eyes with a deadly seriousness that sent a shiver down her spine.
I cannot wait for later. He is wound up like a too-coiled spring.
‘Well,’ she paused, taking another sip. ‘You have always been a mama’s boy.’
He smirked, and she did not like the mischievous look in his eyes. ‘Just as you have always been papa’s little flower.’
She couldn’t help the blush that rose to her cheeks at the unexpected accusation.
‘Do not lump me with you, you filthy degenerate. My love for my papa is pure. You said guests? As in plural?’
He didn’t comment on her unsubtle conversational swerve, like a true gentleman, opting to take another drink, but the mirth in his beautiful emerald eyes was unmistakable.
Ooh la la.
Still, Fleur grew excited at the idea of Harry seducing his mother. The woman was beautiful and a true joy to be around. She had spent many an afternoon relaxing with her friend’s mother by their lake and she could objectively understand her son’s illicit attraction.
The woman didn’t necessarily have Veela level looks, but she was very pretty - definitely alluring when she wanted to be. She carried herself with a confidence that even she found attractive.
And that body…
Suddenly, she had a mental image of Harry’s head resting in his mother’s lap, said beauty bent over so her son could suckle on those large breasts, one of her hands languidly stroking his obscene length…
Lily Potter must have some French in her. She is too alluring.
‘You will need to change the nature of your relationship,’ she began and grinned when Harry sat forward with rapt attention, the attentive student once again. ‘Your relationship is very standard now, very platonic. That needs to change into one more casual. One of friends who can share everything.’
‘Like ours,’ Harry prompted, motioning to the space between them and Fleur tilted her head in acknowledgement.
‘When you can casually talk about your sex lives, she will no longer be seeing you entirely as her son - at least not predominantly - but as her confidant. You will be in the right category mentally, no longer an impossibility. Do you know what kind of men she finds physically attractive?’
Harry shrugged. ‘I’ve only seen her a few times -’
‘Dirty pervert.’
Grinning unashamedly, he continued as if he hadn’t been interrupted, ‘-and each time her lovers are young, physically fit and have big dicks. They’re not exactly experienced, just full of energy.’
‘Well, well, this may be easier than I first thought. You are gorgeous mon chéri, but you are no beefcake. Maybe it’s time to change that.’
Harry shrugged. ‘It shouldn’t be too hard. I have a few ideas for some potions that would stimulate muscle growth.’
‘Of course you do,’ she said with an eye roll at her overachieving friend. ‘However, this is about putting you in the category of potential mate in your mother’s mind. So you will need some exercise equipment for your home, and you will leave them outside. When the muscles start to show, you will parade around the house in as little clothing as possible. You will be the meat dangled before your lioness mother’s eyes.’
‘This all seems relatively easy and basic. I was expecting more from the legendary seductress.’
Fleur grinned salaciously at him, teasing the olive from her martini with her dexterous tongue.
‘This is what you get for free. The rest of my course needs to be paid for in instalments.’
Fleur had given him some pretty valuable food for thought, so he figured it would be poor form if he didn’t remunerate her in kind.
The beautiful French witch was unique amongst every lover he’d ever taken. She viewed sex as a marathon, not a sprint - or countless sprints, as some of his lovers preferred.
She loved the intimacy, the closeness. She loved the feeling of their sweaty bodies pressed against each other, of his tongue trailing all over, of his large shaft buried comfortably deep and gyrating sensuously,
To Fleur, her orgasms weren't the goal, but the eventual byproduct of the beautiful art of lovemaking.
Still, a slow, marathon shag is what they normally did when they got together. Harry wanted to give her something special.
As soon as they’d flashed into her living room via Floo, Harry whipped out his wand and started casting silent spells. Fleur was no blushing damsel, and it was her complete trust in him that had her staying her hand when he went for his wand.
First, her slinky dress crawled off her body, followed shortly by her naughty lace lingerie. He admired her naked form for only a moment, her smouldering gaze, her perky tits, her diamond-hard nipples, her naked pussy and her long creamy legs. With a pleased hum, he flicked his wand again and conjured silken rope out of its tip.
With complex, conductor-esque flicks of his wand, the rope danced to his tune and wrapped itself around his lover until she was bound securely and hanging from the ceiling. The ropes bound her flushed body in a fairly subservient position, her arms crossed and interlocked behind her back while her legs were forcibly spread and folded.
Far from only binding Fleur, Harry had made sure the rope accentuated Fleur’s best features. Her arms being bound behind her back and the way the rope encircled her body made Fleur’s tits seem even larger and perkier. The way he’d bound her legs and had the rope secured around her nether region, combined with the angle with which he’d hung her, had her delicate pussy spread open for him and leaking in anticipation.
‘Are you comfortable?’ he asked, switching back to English, knowing that this minor power play would only help in turning her on.
‘Oui.’
‘Pardon?’ he asked, the steel in his voice earning a shiver from his friend.
‘Yes… sir,’ she demurred, the faux fragility in her tone going straight to his cock.
Accio camera
The silent, seemingly ineffectual spell left Fleur confused until her family’s sleek magical camera came zipping into the room. Anyone else would panic at the sight of such an expensive piece of equipment hurtling through the air, the new generation of much lighter magical cameras only having hit the market a few years ago, with price tags to match.
Courtesy of Lily Potter.
Harry, with reflexes born from years spent duelling and playing sports, snatched it out of the air like it was nothing and pointed the viewfinder at his bound lover.
‘Is Bill’s birthday not in a few weeks?’ Harry asked rhetorically as he took his first snap of the evening of the bound and incredibly horny woman. The camera let out a series of mechanised clicks and whirrs as it printed out the photograph. In only a minute, Harry held a photo of Fleur naked bar the crimson rope binding her, her chest heaving and her eyes wild with lust.
Putting the camera down for a moment, Harry quickly disrobed, his heavy cock bouncing and slapping against his thigh once freed from the confines of his pants. Fleur’s eyes locked on the appendage she was most intimately familiar with, as if greeting an old friend, before they raked over his slim body.
‘You are beautiful, mon chéri, but maybe a leetle too skinny if you wish to forcibly capture your muzzer’s attention.’
Seeing no need to respond to the obvious truth - his body was that of someone who’d never put much thought into it - because he’d never had to. Almost zero body fat, shredded without any bulk and thick patches of hair on his legs, arms, chest and naval.
With his cock now fully hard, its prodigious size comparable in length and girth with Fleur’s forearm, he held it to her lips, his other arm holding the rope suspending Fleur from the ceiling and rocking her so she was just out of reach from his knob.
He kept this up for minutes, running the purplish head along her thick, pouty lips and rocking her away as she made to engulf it with her mouth or lick him with her tongue. The cute, frustrated pleas extremely pleasing to his ears, the way she bit her thick lip in sultry frustration and pleasure every time he ran his fingers around her delicate flower even moreso.
When he let go of the rope and finally let her lick his shaft, he reached for the camera again and made sure the image would show her delicate tongue working his member and her eyes looking up at him sexily. Her tongue paused in its worship of his cock and she let it rest obscenely across half her face, the half not covered by his shaft showed her grinning sexily at the camera, her heavily lidded eyes conveying both mirth and lust.
Bill’s going to love this.
‘Do you think Bill will show all his mates how much of a slut his wife is?’
She didn’t answer, but her desperate whimpering increased as she bobbed her head on his knob.
‘I think he’ll put these photos on the desk in his office so everyone can see just how much of a dirty little girl he married.’
When he felt himself close to cumming all over her pretty face, he extracted himself from her mouth and stepped out of reach. Fleur groaned and spun in place as her attempted lunge to reclaim his cock had her spinning and swaying in place.
Harry chuckled as he took more photos, trying to capture Fleur’s frustration on film as much as her beauty.
He also found her grumbling and cursing his name in French incredibly sexy and adorable.
When she stopped grumbling, Harry knelt down and blew softly on Fleur’s glistening folds. She shrieked and bucked as the frigid air hit her hypersensitive lips.
‘Froide!’ she hissed, her eyes narrowing at him as her body slowly rotated back in his direction and she caught sight of his grinning face and the wand twirling in his fingers.
‘Bâtard.’
His grin only widened. As hot as it was to have Fleur acting like his submissive little slut, she was no stellar actress, nor did submissiveness suit her. Her much more natural fiery passion was far sexier and had his cock throbbing with desire.
It also made for an excellent photo, her teeth bared and her eyes narrowed at him in barely restrained fury.
So fucking hot..
She cursed at him when she heard the now familiar sound of the camera producing another moving picture.
As she slowly rotated to face him again, she tried to shield herself when she saw his face was at height with her pussy. Cringing at the futility of her resistance, and tensing when she saw him inhale again, she could only moan in surprise when instead of a frigid gust, Harry blew a warm and unnaturally tingling breeze over her mound. Her body arched and spasmed in shock when the tingling feeling entered her and reverberated in her womb.
As the pleasurable tremors subsided, Harry laughed when she rotated to face him again only to see her face set in an utter deadpan.
‘Only you would know such magnificent and useless spells, pervers.’
‘I’ll have you know that breath modification spell is vital in several potions and alchemy recipes, you uneducated plebeian.’
Before she could snap off a retort, he blew on her rock-hard and always sensitive nipples with his cold breath, making sure to capture her response on film. Her shriek turned moan was rewarded with a gentle petting around her engorged clit.
He kept this torture up for an hour, never letting her reach her climax and relishing in her increasingly desperate cries for him.
After her latest ruined orgasm, Fleur swayed from left to right in her bindings, her skin aglow with a glistening sheen, the carpet beneath her darkened with her ever leaking juices. She was so out of it it took her a moment to realise he was holding her steady with one hand, the other holding his large, throbbing and equally desperate cock at her quivering entrance.
When she finally realised what he was doing, she grinned at him victoriously, her face looking immensely pleased but exhausted.
‘Hah, do not forget eet was you who broke first!’
‘Oh?’ Harry challenged, his grin teasing as he rubbed his plum-sized knob around her entrance. ‘Shall we go for another hour?’
Her eyes widened in shock when he pulled his cock away and made to start spinning her again. He wasn’t sure if it was the realisation that they’d been at her delicious torture for an hour, or at the prospect of doing it all over again, but he chuckled as she started to thrash in her bindings and curse him - refusing to admit defeat but desperate to have this end.
Her thrashing abruptly ended as he held her still and pushed the thick head of his cock into her glistening folds. Her head was tilted back and her mouth open in a silent scream, he leaned down and took a puffy nipple in his mouth and suckled as he slowly started to thrust in and out of his lover.
He groaned as Fleur’s walls tightened around him, his thick member encountering a delicious friction as he carefully pushed into her.
He rotated her suspended body and angled his insertion so the head of his cock scraped against the roof of Fleur’s vagina instead of bumping up against her cervix. Fleur’s body jolted at the sensation and she let loose an animalistic growl as he pulled back and repeated the motion.
He kept this steady thrusting up, making sure to capture the scene from several angles with a deft use of the levitation charm - not that the insensate Fleur noticed, the beautiful woman lost in her own world of pleasure. A string of adoring verbiage spilling from her mouth instead of the recent expletives.
He made sure to keep his pace slow and steady, both to control his own release and his lover’s. He also varied up his thrusts, hitting the roof of her vagina providing the most pleasure, but knowing his lover well enough that too much of one thing grew stale to her.
Thus, her relationship, and why we could never be more than friends.
Just as he felt his lover about to spill over into climax, he slowly pulled out, making sure they didn’t end too soon.
‘I’m going to make a sandwich, be right back.’
He abruptly turned and left the room, leaving Fleur gaping and cursing at his back and hiding his wide smirk from her sight. With a few flicks of his wand, he conjured and animated half-a-dozen owl feathers to stimulate and tease her erogenous zones while he refuelled.
Knowing the kitchen at Shell Cottage as well as his own at this point, he was quick to make himself a hefty snack. He took his meal out back, the sound of the door opening and closing earning a new string of curses from his incensed lover as he enjoyed his meal to the picturesque view of the glittering, moonlit ocean.
He loved the cottage he shared with his mother in Godric’s Hollow, but on a perfectly clear night like tonight, with the full moon large and low in the sky, very little beat the view the ocean provided, looking more like a sea of stars than a body of water.
Hopefully that’ll change with the experiments Mum and I are running on that lake of ours.
Realising he’d best get back lest Fleur actually contemplate homicide, he put his plate in the sink and filled a tall glass with frigid water with just a dash of stamina potion from his supply.
Walking back into the room, Fleur looked like a delicious mess. Her perfectly straight hair was frazzled and if not all over the place, then matted to her sweat-soaked face and neck. Her skin was flushed and glistening in arousal and she twitched every time a feather gently grazed her.
He walked over to her, glass with straw in hand and held it to her lips. Eyeing him with annoyance, she nevertheless took the straw between her thick lips gratefully and drank the entire glass greedily.
The night had only just begun, she needed to keep both energised and hydrated.
Putting the glass down and dismissing the feathers, he replaced the straw with a much thicker implement, his heavy cock having softened.
He kept this rotation up for hours. They’d have an hour of slow, passionate lovemaking followed by short breaks to refuel and build up the sexual tension and anticipation. Throughout the night he made sure to capture many more pictures, laughing to himself as he imagined the look on Bill’s face when he inevitably got the thick envelope by owl.
Fleur can consider this as much a present for herself as Bill.
Even if the world-renowned explorer was in the midst of a find of a millenia, after seeing these photos Harry was sure he’d drop whatever he was doing and rush home to reclaim his wayward wife.
You’re welcome.
When the first traces of sunlight started to peek over the horizon, Harry knew it was time to wrap this up. Both of them were exhausted at this point, the stamina potions only going so far, and it was a real struggle when he released Fleur from her bindings to not drop her, even her slender frame feeling heavy in his arms.
I really do need to bulk up.
He settled her against his chest, his cock still nestled in her folds, her legs wrapped around his waist and her head resting in the crook of his neck.
He carried her through the kitchen and out the back door just as the sun started to peek out over the horizon, the magical camera floating behind them like an obedient pixie.
He carried her down to the sandy beach and almost fell to his bum in exhaustion as he tried to control his descent.
Fleur, eyes glistening with emotion at the beautiful scenery and after an entire night of passion, captured his lips with a fiery intensity none of his other lovers could hope to match. After several minutes of this, he pulled back and swivelled her around on his cock so they both faced the beautiful sunrise.
Understanding what he wanted, she planted her knees in the sand and sensuously rode him as they looked upon the picturesque sight together while making love.
The goal now being very much putting an end to their evening, Harry snaked his hands around her body, pinching her nipple with one hand and gently circling and toying her clit with the other.
Their moans increased in intensity with the rising of the sun, the control from earlier in the evening long forgotten as they raced to their climaxes.
‘Is this what you want to do with your mother? Was tonight’s festivities straight out of your dirty little fantasies?’
Harry grunted, refusing to admit how right on the money she was but her throaty chuckle conveyed her knowledge of the truth.
Still, he couldn’t help transposing Fleur with his mother’s beautiful body. Blonde tresses replaced with copper, Fleur’s voice with his mother’s…
Fleur miraculously reached her climax first, and he made sure to capture it with the camera as she howled her release at the rising sun, her body quaking and convulsing, hours of pent up passion and pleasure being released all at once on her poor, starved senses.
Harry was not far behind. Following her up as she fell forwards in her orgasm, Harry continued to pump into his quivering lover, each thrust sending new shocks of pleasure into the hypersensitive woman but she didn’t dare stop him.
At this point, he didn’t see Fleur. He saw his mother turning her head to look back at him, the look of affection she reserved for him twisted and perverted with his desire. His mind knew it was Fleur telling him to cum in her, but his ears only heard his mother’s voice saying those very sinful words.
With an equally loud roar, Harry spilled into his lover. Each pulse of his seed caused his vision to white out in pleasure, and after an entire evening of controlling his orgasm, there were quite a few.
Finally spent, Harry fell back on his arms, his cock deflating and slipping out of Fleur’s red-raw pussy. Pulling her back until she rested against his chest, Harry spread her legs and Fleur chuckled throatily as he pointed the camera at her pussy. Normally perfect and delicate looking, the lips were red and slightly gaping as a river of his cum oozed out of her.
‘You are ‘orrible,’ she said with a throaty chuckle as she made sure to smile sultrily at the camera.
‘You’ll thank me later,’ he replied in kind as he nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck.
They sat there in a companionable silence only the closest of friends could feel comfortable with, gazing at the rising sun in reverence, uncaring of the early morning joggers gaping at them as they ran past.
Eventually, Fleur turned in his grip and captured his lips in a slow, sensual kiss. This wasn’t one of intense passion, more sex was the last thing on her mind.
‘You outdid yourself.’
‘Thought you might like that,’ he replied with a tired chuckle.
With a cheeky grin, she asked, ‘How often were you picturing your mother tonight while with me?’
He groaned and Fleur laughed as she felt his cock twitch and harden at the unbidden thought.
‘That’s okay. After tonight’s lovemaking, I feel duty-bound to help you succeed. With both of us working on her, you will be back in the canal you came from in short order, my little deviant.’
Harry’s groan that time was one of animalistic and only a little shameful lust.
Fleur’s laughter was musical.
