Sex Therapy (Harry Potter)

A/N: Sex Therapy was a commissioned one-shot originally written back in March of 2021. Posting it here and now for readers to enjoy!

Themes: Big Dick, Mind Break, Dom/Sub

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In one timeline, Fleur Delacour was a haughty French Witch with veela blood who grew up believing all men to be pigs. Until, of course, she attended the Triwizard Tournament with the rest of Beauxbatons and watched a certain young wizard save her sister's life after her own abysmal showing during the Second Task.

Though many might not realize it, that was a turning point for Fleur Delacour, the moment when she came to realize that not all men were worthless scum to be trodden beneath her high heels. This would in turn learn to Fleur seeking employment at Gringotts, and from there, meeting and eventually marrying Bill Weasley.

But in another timeline, one where Fleur Delacour never attended the Triwizard Tournament, that lifechanging moment at the Black Lake never occurs. Instead, this Fleur Delacour decides the Triwizard Tournament is beneath her after a talk with her mother and grandmother where the older witch and the veela assure Fleur that she will gain absolutely nothing by risking it all in such a dangerous, idiotic venture.

After all, was she not already one of the most beautiful creatures in all of France? Was she not already widely regarded as not just gorgeous, but the top of her class? And so, Fleur did not go to Hogwarts that year, and in doing so, never received the opportunity to grow as a person. Instead, she went in another direction, sitting out the whole of the Second Wizarding War that took place mostly in Britain, in favor of starting up her very own business.

Fueled by her superiority complex, the young entrepreneurial part veela went into the therapy business… sex therapy, in particular. After all, Fleur was an incredibly sexual creature in her own right. While all the boys she'd had before turned out to be decidedly pathetic, Fleur HAD had them. She'd discarded her virginity casually, rather than giving it away. She'd shed it like something out of season and ugly.

In a way, Fleur was right to be assured of her own superiority, right to be confident in her capabilities. Soon enough, she was being regarded as France's Premiere Magical Sex Therapist. Sure, most of the time her advice ended up boiling down to 'marriage sucks, get a magical dildo' (she even had a clandestine sponsorship with a company that made magic sex toys) but it was still heeded as coming from an expert.

Most of the couples she provided therapy for either ended up in divorce, or with the husband giving MUCH more attention to his wife and taking on a submissive role. This wasn't a problem, in Fleur's mind. It meshed well with her worldview that all wizards, and possibly muggles too, were pathetic creatures who needed a firm hand and a stern woman controlling their every move. Not all witches were built for that role however, which is why Fleur recommended divorce most of the time.

All that said, this would be Fleur Delacour's highest profile case yet. For the time being, she was taking them on as a private consultation, but the Magical Sex Therapist already had plans of 'accidently' leaking the session to the proper people. After all, it wasn't every day that you got a careful, under the table request from the Man-Who-Won and his girlfriend.

With a smile akin to a cat who caught the canary on Fleur's face, the part veela leads Harry Potter and Hermione Granger over to the couches that dominate the main area of her office. She directs them both to sit on one side and then sits on the other, making sure to uncross and cross her legs a couple of times to give Harry something to focus on.

To her mild surprise, he barely spares her gorgeous long legs a glance, seeming entirely too focused on Hermione. The two are holding hands, and Hermione looks somewhat distraught, while Harry looks worried on her behalf. Perhaps this will be one of the times Fleur directs her clients into a more appropriate relationship, in which Hermione is in charge and Harry is the submissive. It would certainly be rather amusing for even the Man-Who-Won to be nothing more than a boy in need of discipline.

Bringing up her notebook and her self-writing magical quill, Fleur gives the two a considering smile, letting them squirm for a long moment before finally speaking.

"Well, 'Arry Potter. 'Ermione Granger. First of all, I would be remiss in not thanking you for all you did to deal with Voldemort. Without the two of you, that mad man might have conquered the Isles and turned his sight here, to the main land. I speak for all of France I feel when I say we did not want that."

Harry ducks his head and Hermione smiles sheepishly. It's clear neither of them are that used to praise, despite being bonafide heroes. Frankly, Fleur is surprised that Harry doesn't have more of an ego on him. More than likely, the boy has a small dick and that's why his confidence is so low. Not that that's stopped many of the men Fleur has known in her life from acting tough and macho.

Regardless, it's time to get to work.

"Now, what seems to be ze problem here? Before I can properly diagnose, I must understand what I'm dealing with."

Hermione and Harry share a glance at that, Harry apologetic and Hermione wincing. Fleur waits to hear what she expects to hear, that Harry is a massive disappointment in the bedroom, that he can't keep it up longer than a couple minutes. She won't be surprised to find he's a premature ejaculator, even. The number of wizards she's had who are two pump chumps… it boggles the mind.

"I-I can't keep up!"

Fleur is already starting to nod along before her brain registers that those words, contrary to her expectations, didn't come from Harry… but from Hermione. Blinking owlishly, the part veela French witch stares at Hermione, confused.

"Pardon me?"

Flushing in embarrassment, clutching at her skirt, Hermione trembles for a moment before it's like a dam bursts and it all comes out at once.

"I can't keep up with Harry! He's too much man for any one woman to handle! I… I'm losing sleep, I'm not getting enough time to read! He keeps me up at all hours fucking away! And don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't love it, I do… but I don't know how to handle him! He's insatiable! And that's not even getting into his dick! I-is it normal for a woman to have a shallow pussy, m-maybe? No matter how hard I try, I can't take Harry's p-phallus all the way inside of me!"

Hermione is positively wailing at this point, while Harry, rather than looking smug, seems unquestionably worried for his girlfriend, rubbing soothing circles into her back as Hermione hiccups and sniffs. Fleur, meanwhile, is so taken aback that she can't even get a word out before Hermione continues on with her diatribe.

"Even when Luna comes by for a deep plowing, or that thirsty bitch Daphne tries to one up me by taking Harry's cock up her ass for hours, it's still not enough! I love Harry with all my heart, and I wish to heavens I was enough for him, but I'm j-just not!"

Hermione sobs into Harry's chest, and Harry holds her, looking apologetic. His emerald green eyes find Fleur's shocked face and he swallows thickly.

"Do you have any advice for us, Madam Delacour? I think Hermione is at the end of her rope…"

Flabbergasted, it takes far too long for Fleur to get her bearings back. In the end, her refusal to change her worldview is what lets her rally with a deep exhale and a straightening of her spine. Frowning most severely, Fleur sniffs indelicately.

"It seems to me, Ms. Granger, that you need to be shown how to handle this leetle boy. Mr. Potter, stand up and pull down your pants zis instant!"

Both young people jolt away from each other at Fleur's tone, but Harry ultimately just shrugs and get to his feet, doing as he's told. His pants come down, leaving him in just his boxers. Fleur expects to see more anxiety and fear from the boy now, after all there's only one layer left between her and his no doubt tiny cock. Why Hermione couldn't take it to the hilt, Fleur did not know. SHE'D certainly never had any issue like that.

Instead of anxiety or fear however, Harry seems perfectly comfortable standing there in nothing but his boxers. Flaring her nostrils, Fleur snaps her fingers impatiently.

"Ze boxers too! Chop, chop!"

The first bit of irritation appears in Harry's eyes as he reaches down and hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers. Fleur feels sweet vindication and pleasure for all of one moment before he yanks said boxers down and his cock flops out. It is… every bit as large as it would need to be to bottom out inside of Ms. Granger. Fleur's jaw drops open at the sheer size of Harry's dick.

His cock is, without a doubt, the largest, most massive dong that the French witch has ever laid her eyes on.

"Really?"

It's only when Harry responds to her that Fleur realizes she accidentally said that last line out loud. Sputtering a fair bit, Fleur's mouth opens and closes as Harry and Hermione share an enlightened glance. For the two of them, sex was rather new to be quite honest. They were each other's first and only. Likewise, Harry had been Luna and Daphne's first dick too, for all that Daphne acted the part of the Ice Queen until his cock melted her cold heart.

That all was to say, the two young people would really have no way of knowing what was large and what wasn't. All of the sudden, the entire problem of their relationship was no longer contextualized by Hermione's pussy being too small and shallow, but by Harry being too large by half.

Fleur, meanwhile, is struggling with a lot of emotions as she's brought face to face with the biggest cock she's ever encountered, unsure at first how to deal with it. But when she realizes she's losing Harry and Hermione, when she recognizes that her celebrity clients might just up and leave if she doesn't do something soon… the Sex Therapist reacts rather hastily.

"It iz big, perhaps! But that does not mean insurmountable!"

Attempting to play her role in spite of her current shock, Fleur soldiers onwards, and in the process, perhaps bites off more than she can chew. Pushing aside the coffee table between their two couches, the part veela drops to her knees in front of Harry, grabbing hold of his cock with one hand at first, and upon realizing that she can't even properly lift up the weighty thing, taking hold of it with the other as well.

As she holds his throbbing, pulsating shaft mere inches from her lips, Fleur gives Hermione a matter-of-fact tone.

"For an inexperienced girl like yourself, zis might seem impossible to handle on the regular. But I shall show you how a real woman deals with it!"

And then she plants her lips on Harry's cockhead and begins to slowly suck him in, using every bit of sexual technique she's accumulated over the years to swirl her tongue over his glans and work him into her mouth. Harry grunts but does not groan as he watches her work, while Hermione leans in from the couch, her tears already drying as she stares at the scene, fascinated.

Unfortunately for poor Fleur Delacour, all of her techniques, all of her experience, all of her vaunted authority on the subject of sex mean nothing when she's confronted with a cock far too big for any one witch to handle. She still tries though of course, and that in turn proves to be her undoing. She's much, much too eager as she attempts to swallow Harry's cock like she has so many small dicked wizards before him.

For most of Fleur's sexual rendezvous, oral sex has been her way of taking control. Her preferred method was sixty-nining on top, so that she could in turn face sit the wizard she was currently fellating. But even from her knees like she was now, she could usually easily domme any wizard she wanted, sucking in their tiny dicks and swirling her tongue across the entire surface in one go as she made them cum a pitiful amount into her mouth, only to spit it out onto the floor at her feet.

However, Fleur's techniques, when brought to bear against a big dicked bastard like Harry… only made a mess of her in the process. Her usual tactic of attacking the cock head on and lavishing it with attention is much harder to pull off here. Her need to take him all the way to the base leaves Fleur choking on dick for the first time in her life, gagging and gurgling around Harry's massive length as she attempts to swallow his cock but mostly fails.

"Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!"

That doesn't stop her from continuing to try, however. Her pride as a professional is on the line, after all! Unfortunately, the more effort Fleur puts into things, the more she disgraces and humiliates herself. Her magical makeup runs through swiftly as her mascara drips down her cheeks. She looks absolutely ruined in mere minutes, all while forcing herself to noisily deep throat Harry's cock. Slobber and saliva galore drip off of her pouty lower lip and onto her chin, before descending down to her chest in big ropy strings.

And then Harry makes a casual comment that completely annihilates Fleur's concentration.

"You're kind of shit at oral, Madam Delacour."

Fleur freezes in place, eyes wide, jaw and lips stretched with her cheeks sunk in. Hermione, meanwhile, pipes up from the couch.

"Really, Harry?"

"Yeah, you're much better with your mouth, Mione…"

Making a considering noise in the back of her throat, Hermione pushes off of the couch, moving to stand next to Harry as the couple look down at Fleur from above. With a thick fat cock buried in her throat, the kneeling part veela suddenly has a moment of wondering clarity as she tries to figure out how she got in this position.

"Madam Delacour… I really thought you'd be able to help us out. I thought you'd be worth mine and Harry's time. But you're just a useless veela slut, aren't you?"

A shudder runs through Fleur at those words. No one, certainly not a witch younger than her, has ever talked to the French witch like that before. And yet, Hermione doesn't stop there. Moving into position behind her, the brunette drops to her knees as well and grabs Fleur's chest from behind.

"I don't think Harry told you to stop."

Before Fleur knows it, her blouse is torn open and her bra flipped up, her large breasts bouncing free of their confines. Before she can do anything about that, Hermione has a hand on the back of her head and is forcing Fleur to take Harry's cock deeper than ever before, all while groping and playing with one of Fleur's tits from behind.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

Harry groans as Hermione forces Fleur to deep throat his entire dick. The in-over-her-head sex therapist can do nothing but kneel there, sandwiched between the two younger people as they easily dominate her. As experienced as Fleur is, she's in no way experienced with a cock as big as Harry's, and before she knows it, she's lust drunk, having swallowed down a fair amount of his delicious precum as Hermione strips her naked and plays with her body.

Finally, Harry cums all over Fleur's face. The dazed, confused sex therapist isn't sure what's going on anymore, but she recognizes warm hot seed all over her features. Except, it's not the usual pitiful load she's come to expect from wizards. No, Harry's load is thick, viscous, and massive. His cum ends up all over her face and tits and hair, positively drenching her as she sways back and forth on her knees, heaving, rasping breaths leaving her parted lips.

"You charged us an awful lot for this private consultation Madam Delacour. I must admit, I'm a little disappointed that you couldn't help. But I suppose there are other ways you can assist us."

Hermione's personality has done a complete one eighty now. A distant part of Fleur's mind notes that she's acting exactly how Fleur would have wanted her to act. Domineering and in control. However, Fleur would have directed that at Harry, having Hermione wear the pants in the relationship. Instead, it's all directed at Fleur herself, the brunette grabbing the part veela by her hair and tugging her around until they're facing one another.

Then, Hermione drags Fleur's face down to her own bared, dripping wet cunt, and grinds her pussy against Fleur's cum-covered lips. Fleur normally didn't consider herself a carpet-muncher, but in this moment, drowning in lust, barely able to keep her head above water, she can't resist. She begins to lick and eat Hermione out, causing the British witch to moan wantonly.

At the same time, Fleur's veela heritage betrays her in another way as well, her back arching instinctively in the presence of a true Alpha Male like Harry Potter has turned out to be. Her ass, now bare thanks to Hermione stripping her while Fleur was getting skull fucked, lifts higher and higher into the air, until finally it comes into contact with Harry's waiting hands.

The Man-Who-Won grabs hold of Fleur's ass cheeks with a grim smile on his face, giving her beautiful heart-shaped backside a nice, harsh squeeze that causes her to squeal and moan into Hermione's cunt. Then, he brings his cock, still rock hard and ready to go, up and under, to where Fleur's hungering, sopping wet slit is waiting for him.

At this point, Fleur's pussy is the most honest part of her. And yet, there's no denying that even it is not prepared for what follows. Harry slams his cock forward into Fleur's cunt and finds to his surprise a passage so tight that it might as well be virginal. And in a way, Fleur is a virgin. She doesn't have her hymen, certainly, but she's never had a cock even HALF the size of Harry inside of her.

That is to say, much of her passage has never been touched by a man's dick, making it entirely virginal in a roundabout way. And so, Harry begins the process of gouging out her cunt with his meaty poker, plowing into Fleur Delacour in a way no man has ever had the pleasure of doing before him. He fucks the French veela from behind with a considerable amount of physical might, and as Fleur's ass cheeks clap from the force of his thrusts, the gorgeous beauty finds herself cumming her brains out on his cock.

Tears streak down her cheeks once more, but not of pain or agony… but instead sheer pleasure. The entire experience, as she eats out Hermione Granger while getting fucked from behind by Harry Potter, is transcendent. It's a brand new sexual awakening for the sex therapist who thought she knew it all. After all, how could any wizard possibly match up to a witch? And how could any wizard or witch ever match up to her, a part veela?

Needless to say, Harry and Hermione are proving that belief dead wrong. Fleur's cunt clenches down on Harry's pistoning prick as she cums for him again and again while eating out Hermione's cunt with a wildly flailing, energetic tongue. In one encounter, Harry easily makes Fleur cum more times then she's quite literally ever come with a man before now. To be fair, the number of times a wizard before Harry has made her cum can be numbered on one hand, and none were with their dick, always with their tongue.

Harry's is the first cock that Fleur Delacour cums upon, and before she knows it, he's driving her wild with his dick, stirring up her insides and revealing to her a new form of pleasure in the form of getting her cervix punched in by his hefty, fat cock. Fleur's eyes roll back in her head, and her tongue wriggles around inside of Hermione's pussy nonstop as she just absolutely loses control over her mental faculties for the duration of the spit roast.

And then… just like that, it's over. Harry tips over the edge and Fleur's cunt squeezes down hard as she milks him of every last drop of his seed. She's never felt so full, her womb packed to the brim with the same amount of hit, viscous cum that landed on her face and tits before. Harry pumps her full of his seed and then pulls out, and Fleur is strangely empty afterwards, despite being completely creampied and fucked senseless.

However, just as she's trying to get her bearings back and pull away from Hermione's well-licked cunt, the brunette firms up her hold on Fleur's hair and sneers down at her.

"You didn't think we were done, did you? What did I say? Harry is way too much for one witch to handle. If he was satisfied after two measly goes, do you really think I would have come to you?"

Fleur blinks stupidly at that. A third time? H-How was that even possible? But it turns out Hermione was indeed not speaking in hyperbole when she mentioned Luna Lovegood or Daphne Greengrass or Harry's general all around insatiableness. Fleur gets a taste of this first hand when she feels Harry's hands spreading her ass cheeks wide open… and his lubricated cock plying into her back door, her asshole immediately starting to give away before his cock.

Fleur squeals into Hermione's cunt, her nose grinding against the other girl's clit as she tries to pull back, probably to say something like 't-that's the wrong hole'! But all she gets for her trouble is a loud wanton moan from Hermione as the brunette witch tilts her head back and squirts all over Fleur's face before merely grinding down again, clearly expecting the French veela to get back to work.

And so, Fleur's tight ass is slowly but surely plowed by Harry's massive cock. It is slow going at first, her back door even more virginal than her cunt had been to Harry's sizable member. Fleur had experimented with anal of course, mostly using toys. She'd certainly never let a man back there before; no man had ever proven worthy.

And yet, here she was, losing her anal virginity all the same to Harry Potter, the Man-Who-Won. Fleur's eyes cross and her nostrils flare as he forces his way into her bowels and then begins the process of reshaping them to be a perfect cocksleeve for his member with constant, powerful thrusts from his fat dick.

He's soon slamming home into her ass with the same speed and intensity that he fucked her cunt, and all Fleur can do is whimper into Hermione's pussy as she's soundly fucked into oblivion.

"That's it, Harry. You like that veela ass? Fuck her harder! Fucking wreck this stuck up French bitch!"

And wreck her Harry does. And love it Fleur does. Unable to help herself, unable to stop it from overwhelming her, Fleur is soon orgasming from getting anally pounded into the floor of her own office. On her hands and knees, bent over with her face in Hermione's cunt and her ass high in the air to receive Harry's cock, the sex therapist's eyes roll back in her head once more as she orgasms again and again, squirting out a mixture of her own pussy juices and Harry's seed all over the floor.

For his part, Harry doesn't let up for even a moment. Hermione bids him to continue, and continue he does, fucking Fleur into oblivion, pounding her asshole into the shape of his cock, leaving it gaping from the sheer size of his massive member. He fucked her silly when he creampied her cunt… but he outright breaks her when he fucks her ass.

Fleur loses all track of time after that, barely even noticing when Harry cums in her ass, save for the change in positions. After he creampies her back door the same as he did her cunt, Fleur is flipped over onto her back, where Hermione grabs hold of her tits and wraps them around Harry's cock, using Fleur's breasts to give him a titfuck while the two of them make out atop Fleur's splayed form. Then, Harry fucks each of Fleur's holes a SECOND time, bringing it to seven total rounds before they stop.

By the time they decide they're done, Fleur is a blubbering, cum-coated, shuddering mess of a woman. Ruined, utterly unrecognizable from the French witch who was considered by most in France and even in other parts of the world to be the newest up and coming expert on sex and magical relationships, Fleur Delacour lay there in a puddle of her own juices mixed with Harry and Hermione's and was left wondering where the hell she'd gone wrong. How… how had this happened to her?

And yet, as Fleur lays there on the carpet of her wrecked office, just as equally wrecked and barely conscious, she hears the last things Harry and Hermione say to one another before they depart through her private floo. Dripping in cum, she listens as Harry delivers a casual remark to his girlfriend that utterly destroys the last remnants of Fleur's self-esteem and ego.

"What did you think, Harry? Worth coming back for a second visit?"

"I think… I think veela are incredibly overrated and I'm not even close to satisfied yet. Better call over Daphne and Luna, Mione… all that slut back there did was rile me up. Gonna be an all hands on deck kind of night."

"The things I do for you~"

Hermione lets out a fond, exasperated sigh at that, before giggling as Harry claps a hand on her ass and pulls her in for a smooch before positively growling his response.

"You know you love it."

And then the floo flares up and the two are gone, returned home, leaving Fleur to try to pick up the pieces of her shattered psyche and reassess her utterly obliterated world view.

Overrated… not satisfied… failure…

Fleur whimpers, even as she lays there on her back, her hands unconsciously moving to play with her incredibly well-fucked, cum-covered body. Consciousness leaves her shortly after that.

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