"Fleur, are you okay?" Bill Weasley poked his head into the kitchen, his eyes searching for his fiancee. "You've been so distracted lately."
Fleur Delacour barely glanced up from the cauldron she was stirring. "I'm fine," she murmured absently. In reality, her thoughts were a whirlwind of heated images and illicit desires. She hadn't slept well in days, her dreams consumed by a recurring fantasy that left her breathless and craving more.
"You're not still worrying about the wedding, are you?" Bill stepped closer, his voice a gentle rumble. "It's going to be perfect."
Fleur's hand tightened around the wooden spoon. "No, it's not that," she lied. The wedding was the last thing on her mind when she lay in bed, the images from her dreams playing out like an erotic Quidditch match in her head.
"What's wrong, then?" Bill leaned against the counter, his gaze concerned.
Fleur took a deep breath, her heart racing. She hadn't planned on telling him, but the words spilled out before she could stop them. "I've been having these...dreams," she began, her voice trembling slightly. "They're about us, but there's someone else there, too."
Bill's eyes narrowed. "Someone else? Who?"
"It's not about who," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "It's about what we do."
The room grew quiet, the only sound the crackling of the fireplace. Fleur knew she had his attention now. She took another deep breath, her palms slick with sweat. "Bill," she said, turning to face him. "I need to do this. Before the wedding."
Bill's eyes searched hers, looking for an explanation that she wasn't ready to give. "What do you mean?"
Fleur closed her eyes, the images from her fantasy flashing behind her lids. "A threesome," she murmured, the word sounding scandalous in the stillness. "I need to experience it. Just once."
Bill's jaw tightened, but he said nothing. The air grew thick with tension as he processed her words.
Fleur swallowed hard, her heart pounding. "Please," she whispered, opening her eyes to meet his. "It's driving me mad. I'll never be able to think of anything else."
Bill looked torn, his love for her battling with his possessive nature. Finally, with a sigh, he nodded. "Alright," he said gruffly. "But only if I get to pick the third person."
Fleur's eyes widened. "You...you're okay with this?"
"I'm not okay with you being with anyone else," Bill said firmly. "But if it's what you need..."
Fleur stepped closer, her hand reaching for his. "Thank you," she said, her voice filled with relief. "Thank you for understanding."
Bill's grip was firm. "I'll do anything for you, Fleur," he said, his eyes darkening. "But remember, after this, you're mine. Forever."
The kitchen felt too warm, the air heavy with unspoken desires and the promise of a night that would change everything. Fleur nodded, her pulse racing at the thought of what was to come. "I know," she murmured. "And I want it more than anything."
Bill took a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking again. "There's only one person I trust enough to...to share you with," he said slowly. "Someone who I know won't take advantage, and who'll make sure you're okay."
Fleur's heart skipped a beat as she realized who he was referring to. "Harry?" she whispered, her cheeks flushing. Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, had been a friend of Bill's for years, and she knew he had a soft spot for her.
"Yes," Bill said, his voice firm. "If this is what you need, I'll talk to him." He took a deep breath and straightened his shoulders. "But he has to know it's just this one time. And he has to promise to be careful with you."
Fleur's eyes searched Bill's, seeing the love and concern in their depths. She knew he was right; Harry was the only one she could imagine sharing this with. "I trust you," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "I trust Harry, too."
The following evening, Bill approached Harry in The Three Broomsticks, his face a mix of nerves and determination. Harry looked up from his butterbeer, his eyes questioning. "What's going on, mate?"
Bill took a deep breath before speaking. "Fleur's got this...fantasy," he began, his voice low. "And if she doesn't get it out of her system before the wedding, she'll drive herself crazy."
Harry's eyebrows shot up, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of fantasy?"
"A threesome," Bill admitted, his cheeks reddening. "And if it has to be with anyone, I'd rather it be you."
Harry leaned back in his chair, his eyes thoughtful. "You're serious?"
Bill nodded. "It's the only way I can live with this," he said, his voice strained. "If she's going to be with another man, I'd rather it be someone I know won't hurt her. Someone who'll make sure she enjoys herself."
"I see," Harry said, his eyes searching Bill's. "And do you think I'd be up for it?"
Bill took a gulp of his own butterbeer. "I know you find her attractive," he said bluntly. "And I know you'd do anything to make sure she's happy."
Harry swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing. "You're not wrong," he admitted. "But this is a big ask."
"I know," Bill said. "But I'm asking you as my best friend, and for the sake of our future marriage."
The two men stared at each other for a long moment before Harry finally spoke. "Alright," he said slowly. "But only if Fleur is one hundred percent sure about this."
Bill nodded, relief flooding through him. "Thank you, Harry," he said, his voice earnest. "I'll make sure she knows the deal."
The next evening, Bill found Fleur in their shared bedroom, her eyes shimmering with excitement. "Well?" she asked, her voice eager. "Did you talk to him?"
"I did," Bill said, his own excitement tempered by a hint of possessiveness. He watched her carefully as he spoke. "And he's agreed."
Fleur's smile was like the dawn breaking over the horizon. "Oh, Bill," she said, throwing her arms around him. "Thank you so much!"
Bill's arms tightened around her, his heart racing. "You're sure about this?" he asked again, needing to hear her say it.
Fleur nodded, her eyes sparkling. "I am," she said, her voice firm. "I trust you. And I trust Harry."
Bill felt a strange mix of emotions—jealousy, excitement, love, and fear. He knew he had to let go of his possessive nature for this to work. He took a deep breath and stepped back, releasing her. "Okay," he said. "But remember, Harry, he's just a means to an end."
Fleur's eyes searched his, and she saw the vulnerability hidden beneath his stoic exterior. "I know, Bill," she said softly, placing a hand on his cheek. "This is about us. And if it's what I need to do to be happy with you, then I'll do it."
The conversation shifted as they sat together, their nerves palpable. "So, Harry," Fleur began, her voice a little shaky. "What do you like in the bedroom?"
Harry took a sip of his firewhisky, his cheeks reddening. "Well, I enjoy a bit of everything, really," he said with a shrug. "But I've been told I'm...well-endowed, so I have to be careful with some positions."
Fleur's eyes lit up with excitement, and she leaned in closer. "How so?"
"Some girls have found it...difficult to handle," Harry admitted, his gaze flicking to Bill, who was sitting rigidly beside her. "But I'm always happy to experiment and make sure everyone's comfortable."
Bill shifted uncomfortably, his insecurity growing. "Fleur, are you sure about this?" he asked again.
Fleur turned to him, her eyes filled with passion. "I'm more than sure," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "The thought of Harry's big cock inside me is all I've been able to think about."
Bill felt his jealousy spike, but he pushed it aside. He knew he had to trust her. "Okay," he said gruffly. "But just remember, I'm here for you."
Fleur nodded, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "And what about you, Bill?" she asked, turning the attention back to her fiance. "What do you enjoy most?"
Bill took a deep breath, his eyes locked on Harry's. "I like to be in control," he said, his voice thick with desire. "But I'm open to trying new things."
Fleur's smile grew wider, and she placed a hand on Harry's thigh. "Good," she murmured. "Because I've had some fantasies about being taken by both of you."
The tension in the room grew as the reality of what was about to happen began to set in. Harry's eyes darkened with lust, and he placed his hand over hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Fleur," he said, his voice low and filled with promise. "We'll make sure you're well taken care of."
Bill felt his stomach twist, a strange mix of fear and excitement coursing through his veins. He knew he had to let go of his insecurities if he wanted to give Fleur what she needed. "Just remember," he said, his voice a warning growl. "This is for you, Fleur. No one else."
Fleur nodded, her eyes filled with understanding and love. She stood and approached Bill, her hips swaying with a seductive grace. Her soft, warm hands slid up his chest, and she pressed her lips to his in a slow, lingering kiss that seemed to last an eternity. He could taste her desire, feel her need, and it ignited something primal within him. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer, his hands tangling in her hair as he deepened the kiss.
When she finally pulled away, she dropped to her knees, her eyes never leaving his. With gentle hands, she began to undo the buttons of his shirt, her fingertips tracing the lines of his muscles as she revealed his bare chest. Her touch was electric, and Bill felt his tension begin to melt away. She leaned in, her breath hot on his skin, and began to kiss and lick her way down his torso.
Fleur's hands moved to his trousers, deftly unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his fly. Harry watched, his cock growing harder as he took in the sight of Bill's erection springing free. She took him in her mouth, her soft lips wrapping around him, and Bill's eyes rolled back in his head with pleasure. Fleur looked up, her eyes meeting Harry's, and the intensity of her gaze was like a challenge.
Her mouth moved faster, her cheeks hollowing with every suck, and Bill's hands found their way to her hair, guiding her rhythm. "Fuck," he groaned, his body tense as he approached climax. With a final, deep moan, he emptied himself into her mouth, his hot seed filling her.
Fleur pulled back, a satisfied smile playing on her lips, Bill's cum glistening on her chin. "Are you more relaxed now?" she asked, her voice teasing.
Bill nodded, his eyes drifting to Harry's obvious arousal. Jealousy flared within him as he watched her hand move to Harry's crotch. "Come here," she said, beckoning Harry closer. "Let me take care of you now."
With a smirk, Harry complied, his cock straining against his boxers. Fleur's hand cupped his bulge, and she looked up at him through her lashes, her eyes full of mischief. "You're much bigger than Bill," she murmured, her voice a siren's call.
Bill's eyes narrowed, but he couldn't deny the heat that flared in his own loins as he watched Harry's cock spring free. It was indeed larger, and the sight of it made him feel both inadequate and incredibly aroused.
Fleur took Harry in her mouth, her eyes never leaving Bill's. She moaned around Harry's cock, the sound vibrating against him as she took him deeper than she had Bill. Harry's hand found the back of her head, urging her to take more of him, and Bill felt a strange mix of possessiveness and excitement.
Her hand found Bill's cock again, which had grown hard once more, and she began to stroke it as she bobbed her head on Harry's length. "You're so big," she said, her voice muffled by Harry's shaft. "I can't get enough of you in my mouth."
"Christ," Harry groaned, his hand moving to her head to help guide her movements. His eyes never left Bill's, and he could see the mix of emotions playing out on his friend's face—desire, anger, and a hint of something else.
"Fleur," Harry managed, his voice tight with restraint. "Where do you want me to..."
Without missing a beat, she pulled away, her hand still working him. "On my face," she instructed, her voice clear and unwavering. "I want to feel your cum all over me."
The words were like a spell, and Harry's orgasm was upon him before he could even process the request. He came with a roar, his hot seed spurting onto her face and neck, painting her in a mess of white. Fleur's eyes closed in bliss, her tongue darting out to catch the ropes of cum as they landed on her lips and chin.
When he was done, she sat back on her heels, her face a mask of pleasure and stickiness. "Mmm," she moaned, her voice sultry. "That was...amazing."
Bill's eyes were dark with a mix of anger and arousal as he watched Harry's cum dribble down Fleur's chin. "You like that, do you?" he asked, his voice a low growl.
Fleur looked up, her eyes glazed with lust. "It's delicious," she said, her tongue tracing the path of a particularly large dollop. "I've never had so much on my face."
The tension in the room was palpable as Harry stepped back, his own desire warring with his friendship. "You okay?" he asked Bill, his voice tight.
Bill nodded, his jaw clenched. "It's what she wanted," he said, his eyes never leaving Fleur's face. "And if it's what she needs, then..." He took a deep breath. "Then we do it."
Fleur stood up, her body trembling slightly. She knew this was a test for Bill, and she needed to show him that she was still his, that she still craved him as much as she did Harry. She turned to face him, her eyes filled with lust. "Then fuck me," she said, her voice a challenge. "Fuck me hard. Make me scream."
Bill didn't need any further encouragement. He pushed her down onto the bed, his hands grabbing her hips as he positioned himself behind her. She looked over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she watched him line his cock up with her pussy. "Do it," she urged, her voice a seductive purr. "Fuck me like you mean it."
He didn't hold back, driving into her with a ferocity that made her gasp. His hands were like iron, gripping her hips as he thrust into her, his hips slamming against her ass with a rhythmic thud that echoed through the room. Fleur's moans grew louder with every stroke, her body arching back to meet his. "Yes," she whispered, her eyes squeezed shut. "Just like that."
But even as she enjoyed Bill's rough, possessive fucking, she couldn't help but think of Harry's cock, larger and more intimidating than any she'd seen before. The thought of it filling her, stretching her to the limit, made her pussy clench around Bill's cock. "You feel so good," she gasped, her voice a mix of pleasure and tease. "But I can't wait to feel Harry's cock inside me."
Bill's thrusts grew more erratic at the mention of Harry's name, his jaw tightening. He knew she was playing with him, pushing his buttons, but it only made him more determined to claim her first. "You're mine," he growled, his voice low and primal. "Mine to fuck, mine to claim."
Fleur's eyes snapped open, her gaze locking onto Bill's. "I know," she said, her voice breathless. "But I want Harry, too."
The words seemed to drive Bill wild, and he fucked her even harder, his cock pounding into her with a ferocity that had her seeing stars. "You'll get him," he ground out between clenched teeth. "But first, I'm going to make sure you remember who you're marrying."
With a final, brutal thrust, Bill reached his climax, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he filled her with his seed. He collapsed onto the bed beside her, his chest heaving with the effort.
Fleur looked over at Harry, her legs still spread wide, Bill's cum slowly trickling down her thighs. She smirked at him, her eyes filled with a challenge. "I hope you don't mind sloppy seconds," she said, her voice low and teasing.
Harry's grin grew wider as he approached the bed, his cock still rock-hard and demanding. "Don't worry," he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I plan on leaving an even bigger mess for you to clean up."
Bill's eyes narrowed as he watched Harry climb onto the bed, his hands reaching for Fleur's waist. "Hold on," he said, his voice tight with tension. "I don't want another man's cum inside you."
Fleur rolled onto her side, her hand sliding down to her pussy to catch the last few drops of Bill's cum. She looked at him with a wicked smile. "But I'm on the pill," she reminded him, her finger coated in their combined juices. "The risk is minimal."
Bill's jaw clenched, his eyes flicking to Harry's cock, which was now mere inches from Fleur's glistening entrance. He didn't want to admit it, but the thought of Harry claiming her in such a primal way was driving him crazy with a mix of anger and excitement. "It's still too much," he said, his voice strained.
But Fleur was already too lost in her own desires to care. She guided Harry's cock to her opening, her eyes locked onto Bill's as she began to take him in. "You might change your mind once you see how good it feels," she murmured, her eyes darkening with lust.
Bill watched, his heart racing, as Harry's cock disappeared inside her, stretching her tight pussy to accommodate his girth. He could see the pleasure on her face, the way her body responded to Harry's touch, and he felt his own arousal building again. Despite his reservations, he couldn't deny that watching her with another man was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen.
"Fuck, Fleur," Harry groaned, his hips moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm. "You're so tight."
Fleur's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt Harry fill her completely. "Yes," she moaned, her hands clutching at the bed sheets. "It's amazing."
Her words seemed to spur Harry on, his hips moving with more urgency as he fucked her deep and hard. Bill watched, his own cock growing harder as he took in the sight of his fiancee with another man. He couldn't help the thrill that shot through him as he saw Harry's muscles flex with every powerful stroke.
Fleur's breasts bounced with every thrust, and Bill found himself captivated by the erotic display. The sensation was strange, but he couldn't deny the allure of being so close to the act without actually participating.
"Harder," Fleur panted, her eyes flicking to Bill's. "Fuck me harder, Harry."
With a snarl, Harry complied, his hips slamming into hers. Her moans grew louder, her nails digging into Harry's back as she met him thrust for thrust. Bill watched as Harry's cock grew even larger, his body responding to her desperate cries.
Fleur reached up, her hand finding Harry's face, and she pulled him down for a passionate kiss. Bill felt a pang of jealousy, but it was quickly overwhelmed by the sight of her pleasure. He watched as her tongue danced with Harry's, her body writhing beneath him.
"I'm going to come," Harry grunted, his voice strained.
Fleur's legs locked around his waist, her heels digging into his lower back. "Do it," she begged, her voice a breathless whisper. "I want to feel you come inside me."
With a feral growl, Harry lifted her legs over his shoulders, angling his cock so that he could thrust deeper than ever before. Bill's eyes went wide with shock and something akin to horror, but Fleur didn't care. All she could focus on was the delicious feeling of Harry's cock filling her completely, hitting all the right spots. Harry's eyes met Bill's, and she could see the challenge in them—a silent dare to stop him.
With a final, powerful thrust, Harry reached his climax, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her. Fleur's eyes rolled back in her head, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. The sensation was indescribable—the feeling of being claimed by two men at once.
When Harry finally pulled out, his cum trickled down her thighs. Bill was on his feet in an instant, his fists clenched at his sides. "What the hell," he spat, his voice thick with anger.
Fleur watched the cum slide out of her, her pussy gaping open from the intense fucking it had just endured. But she didn't want it to end. With a quick move, she caught the trickle with her fingers, pushing it back inside herself. "Mine," she murmured, her eyes glazed with lust.
Bill's face contorted with rage, and Harry knew he'd crossed a line. "Bill," he started, his voice soothing. "It's just—"
"Don't," Bill snarled, cutting him off. "Just...don't."
Fleur sat up, her body glistening with sweat and cum. She knew she'd pushed Bill to his limit, but she couldn't help the thrill that shot through her as she watched his jealousy. "You liked watching, didn't you?" she taunted, her voice a seductive whisper. "Admit it."
Bill's eyes flashed with fury, but there was something else there—desire. "I'm going to marry you," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "And then I'll be the only one fucking you. Understood?"
Fleur's smile grew wider. "Understood," she purred, licking her fingers clean of Harry's seed. "But until then..."
With a graceful move, she straddled Bill's hips, her own cum-covered thighs sliding against his. His eyes widened as she sank down onto his cock, which was already hard again from watching her with Harry. She began to rock back and forth, her breasts bouncing with every movement. "How was it?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Did you like watching me with Harry?"
Bill's eyes snapped to hers, his own desire clear in his gaze. "It was..." he paused, searching for the words. "It was fucking amazing."
Fleur leaned down, her hair cascading around them like a curtain. "And how about this?" she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. "How do you like feeling his come on your skin?"
Without waiting for a reply, she reached out to Harry, her hand wrapping around his still-hard cock. "Come here," she said, her voice a siren's call. "I want to taste you both."
Her mouth closed around Harry's shaft, her tongue swirling around his tip as she continued to ride Bill. Harry groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. Despite just having come, his cock was already showing signs of life again.
Fleur looked up at him, her eyes filled with a fiery passion. "I'm good enough to pleasure both of you," she said, her voice a challenge. "You just have to share me."
Bill's grip on her hips tightened, his own arousal spiking again. He watched as Harry's cock disappeared into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him with a fervor that left him breathless. "Fuck, Fleur," he groaned, his hips moving in time with her mouth.
The three of them moved together, their bodies a tapestry of desire and need. Fleur's moans grew louder, her mouth full of Harry's cock, as Bill's thrusts grew more urgent. "You're mine," he said, his voice strained. "Always mine."
Fleur pulled away from Harry, her breath coming in pants as she leaned over Bill. "But tonight," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear, "I'm yours and Harry's."
Bill's eyes met Harry's, and for a brief moment, there was a silent understanding between them—a promise to give Fleur what she needed, even if it meant sharing her with his best friend.
With a grin, Harry stepped closer, his cock bobbing with every heartbeat. "Let's give her a night she won't forget," he murmured, his eyes gleaming.
Bill felt his possessive instincts flare up again, but the need to please Fleur was stronger. He nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "If it's what you want," he said, his voice thick with lust.
With a wicked smile, Fleur turned onto her side, her legs spread wide as she presented herself to the two men. Bill took position behind her, his cock sliding into her already slick pussy without any resistance. Harry knelt in front of her, his cock standing tall and proud as he lined it up with her mouth. "Open up," he instructed, his voice filled with a dominance that sent shivers down Fleur's spine.
Fleur obeyed, her mouth stretching around Harry's girth as he began to fuck her face. She could feel Bill's cock moving in and out of her pussy, the dual sensation sending her body into overdrive. She moaned around Harry's shaft, her tongue flicking and swirling as she took him deeper.
The two men moved in sync, their bodies a perfect fit as they claimed her from both ends. Fleur's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt another orgasm building, the intensity of the sensation threatening to overwhelm her. She could feel Bill's cock swell inside her, and she knew he was close. With a final, deep thrust, he emptied himself into her, his warm cum mixing with Harry's salty taste in her mouth.
But she wasn't done yet. With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she pulled away from Harry's cock and turned to Bill. "You know," she whispered, her voice a sultry purr, "there's one place you both haven't been yet tonight."
Bill looked at her questioningly, his own desire still burning brightly. "Where?" he asked, his voice thick with anticipation.
Fleur reached back, her finger circling her puckered anus. "Here," she said, her voice filled with a hint of challenge. "You know I've always liked it rough."
Bill's eyes widened in surprise. He and Fleur had dabbled in anal play before, but it was rare and always with caution. The thought of Harry claiming that part of her was more than he could handle. "Fleur," he began, his voice tight with tension.
But she was already on her hands and knees, her ass in the air. "You know I want it," she said, her voice a seductive whisper. "You know I need it."
Harry looked at Bill, his eyes questioning. Bill took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. He knew he had to let go of his possessiveness if he wanted to give her what she truly craved. With a nod, he stepped aside, allowing Harry access to the most intimate part of her.
With a smirk, Harry knelt behind her, his cock slick with her saliva. He reached for the lube they had placed on the bedside table, his hand shaking slightly as he applied it to his cock. Fleur watched him in the mirror, her eyes filled with excitement and a hint of naughtiness.
"Ready?" Harry asked, his voice a gentle rumble.
Fleur nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Do it," she breathed. "Claim me completely."
With a slow, deliberate move, Harry began to press the tip of his cock against her tight hole. Bill watched, his own cock growing hard again despite his earlier climax, as Harry pushed into her, inch by delicious inch. Fleur's eyes went wide, and she let out a gasp that was half-moan, half-whine. "Oh, Merlin," she murmured, her body tensing as Harry filled her completely.
The sight was almost too much for Bill to bear—his fiancee, the woman he loved, being taken by his best friend in a way he never had. But instead of anger, he felt a strange sense of arousal, his own desire growing as he watched Harry's cock disappear into her.
"Fuck," Harry groaned, his eyes glazed with lust as he began to thrust. "You're so tight, Fleur."
Fleur's eyes rolled back in her head, and she moaned, the sound echoing through the room. "It's...it's so good," she gasped, her voice a breathless whimper.
Bill watched, his own arousal building as Harry fucked her gently, his large cock moving in and out of her with a patience Bill had never seen from his friend. It was as if Harry was savoring every inch, every quiver of pleasure that passed through Fleur's body.
Fleur's breath hitched as Harry reached around to play with her clit, his touch tender and knowing. She pushed back against him, her movements growing more desperate, her need for release building to a crescendo. "Fuck me," she begged, her voice a hoarse whisper. "Fuck me like you own me."
The words sent a jolt through Bill, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. But it was quickly overshadowed by the sight of Fleur's pleasure, her body tightening around Harry's cock. He knew that she loved the feeling of being filled so completely, the stretch and burn that came with Harry's size.
As Harry's pace picked up, Fleur's moans grew more frantic. Her hand reached back, her fingers digging into Harry's thigh as she begged for more. "Harder," she whimpered, her voice a siren's call.
Obliging her, Harry leaned into her, his hips moving with a steady, powerful rhythm that made the bedframe rattle against the wall. Fleur's eyes squeezed shut, her teeth gritted as she took him, her body shaking with the intensity of their union.
Bill stepped closer, unable to resist the urge to touch her.
"Open your mouth, love," he said, his voice thick with need.
Fleur complied, her eyes still closed in ecstasy, and Bill didn't waste a moment. He slid his cock into her mouth, his movements matching Harry's rhythm behind her. The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, the wet suckling of her mouth, and the ragged breaths of all three of them.
Bill watched as Harry's cock disappeared into her, his own hand moving to her throat to feel the vibration of her moans. The sight was intoxicating, and he knew he was close to losing control. He fucked her mouth with a fervor that matched Harry's, his hips moving in sync with the steady pounding he could feel through her body.
Fleur's eyes flew open, and she looked up at Bill, her eyes watering slightly from the stretch of Harry's thick cock in her ass. But she was loving every moment of it, her body responding to the dual assault with a passion that surprised even her.
Her orgasms began to come in waves, her pussy spasming around Bill's cock, her ass tightening around Harry's. She moaned around Bill's shaft, her movements growing more erratic as she tried to keep up with both men.
The pleasure was almost too much to handle, her body shaking with every wave that crashed over her. "I'm coming," she gasped, her voice muffled by Bill's cock.
Her climax hit her like a train, her body arching off the bed as she screamed around Bill's cock. Harry's grip on her hips tightened, his own orgasm close on the heels of hers. He pounded into her, his cock swelling as he reached his peak.
But before he could come, Fleur's hand shot out, grabbing his wrist. "Wait," she gasped, her eyes wild with a mix of pleasure and desperation. "I want you both to cum in me at the same time."
Her words sent a jolt through Harry, and he nodded, his breathing ragged. Bill pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her juices. She was already on her hands and knees, panting, her eyes locked on Harry's cock as it slipped from her ass with an obscene pop.
"Fuck me," she begged, her voice a mix of pleasure and demand. "Both of you, now."
Bill didn't need any more encouragement. He laid back down on the bed, his cock standing at full attention. Fleur's eyes never left his as she climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. She lowered herself onto him, her pussy still gaping and leaking cum from Harry's earlier onslaught. Bill groaned as her tightness enveloped him, her warmth and wetness sending waves of pleasure through his body.
As she began to ride him, Harry positioned himself behind her, his cock slick with lube. He pressed the tip against her still-trembling asshole, and she let out a guttural moan as he pushed inside. She felt so full, so utterly claimed, that she thought she might pass out from the sensation. But she didn't want it to stop.
With a growl of pure desire, Harry began to fuck her ass, his cock sliding in and out in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had her pussy clenching around Bill's shaft. Fleur threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back as she moved in sync with them, her body a playground of pleasure and pain.
The two men watched each other in the mirror, their movements matching as they took her from both ends. The sight was almost too much for Bill—his fiancee, her body stretched and filled by Harry's massive cock, her pussy gripping him tightly as she rode them both.
Fleur leaned down, her breasts brushing against Bill's chest, and captured his mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. "I love you," she whispered, her voice a breathy pant. "But Harry...his cock feels so good."
Bill's eyes widened at her confession, his cock jolting inside her. He knew she was speaking the truth—her body was speaking for itself, her hips moving with a wild abandon that he'd never seen before. He felt the tension in the room spike, his own arousal growing as she moaned into his mouth.
Pulling away, Fleur looked into Bill's eyes, her own filled with a mix of love and raw sexual need. "You know I love you," she said, her voice a low, seductive murmur. "But Harry fucks me so good."
The words were a balm and a blade, soothing his fears while simultaneously cutting him to the quick. But the truth was, Bill had never seen her like this—so alive, so wild, so utterly consumed by desire. And as much as it pained him to admit it, he was turned on beyond belief.
Fleur's eyes flicked to Harry's reflection, and she bit her bottom lip, her cheeks flushing. "I need to feel him come inside me," she said, her voice shaking. "Both of you."
Bill felt a pang of jealousy, but also something else—excitement. He watched as Harry nodded, his own eyes glazed with lust as he pounded into her.
With a final, desperate push, Harry reached his climax, his cock pulsing inside her tight ass. Fleur's moan was muffled by Bill's cock as he watched Harry's face contort with pleasure. But she didn't stop, her movements growing more frantic as she rode Bill, her pussy clenching around him as she chased her own release.
And then she was there, her body tightening and releasing in a powerful climax that had her screaming both their names. Bill felt himself let go, his own cock spurting his seed deep into her pussy as she milked him dry.
For a moment, the room was silent, the only sounds their ragged breaths and the slowing of their hearts. And then, Fleur collapsed onto Bill, her body limp and sated. "I'm sorry," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "I just...needed this."
Bill wrapped his arms around her, his heart racing. "It's okay," he said, his voice tight. "We're okay."
They lay there, the three of them tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. The room was thick with the scent of sex, their hearts pounding in their chests.
Fleur's hand reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of Harry's forearm. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice filled with genuine gratitude. "For giving me this night."
The silence stretched out between them, filled with unspoken emotions and questions. What would happen now? Would they be able to move past this night and go back to their regular lives? Would Bill ever be able to look at Harry the same way again?
But for now, all that mattered was the warmth of their bodies, the love they shared, and the knowledge that, together, they had given Fleur the most unforgettable experience of her life.