It was Fleur; the silvery blond French Veela, you scurried for cover just before diving under the desk you were enveloped in lightly perfumed flesh. You were then raised up at speeds rivaling the Gringotts carts before she opened her hands showing you now face to face. "Hello Harry" she says taking a deep breath, her eyes rolling back as she does so "I knew it, why you are immune to my allure. I needed to smell you fresh and unaltered and now having tasted your scent from 'ead to cock I know; you are my mate" with that she kisses you, covering your face with her cherry coated lips. "That's nice Fleur" you say when she withdraws "but wouldn't you prefer if your mate was his proper size?" Fleur scrunched her nose in a way that would look cute normal sized "Non, I have my mate in the palm of my hand, what Veela would let that end? Anyway you will be leaving Hogwarts" before you could protest she opened her powder blue shirt and stuck you between her you guess E cup breasts.
You are firmly wedged within, and all that tit flesh against your naked body had an effect on you "Oh Harry you may say no but your cock says you like the arrangement. I'm so glad you like this, much better transport for you than my butt or shoe, you could've been hurt. Or maybe my control gets you 'ot, you like how easily I made you helpless. Don't worry my little man as your mate I want you to be happy and as a Veela I want you satisfied, if this does it I'll make sure you never get bigger again and dominate you with my tits whenever I like" she giggles as she makes her leave one word bouncing around in your head 'NEVER'.
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