82. Aftermath. (slight R18)

Fleur's body trembled as she swallowed every drop, a deep, satisfied moan vibrating around throbbing member in her mouth. But something was different. The more she took in, the more intoxicated she became—her movements turning sloppy, her tongue lolling out to lap at anything she could reach, as if desperate for more.

Her grip on my thighs tightened, her nails digging in as she eagerly went for a second round. Her once-practiced precision gave way to raw, animalistic need. Her head bobbed erratically, drool spilling from the corners of her lips as she moaned like a woman possessed. She fucked her mouth and throat on the large cock in front of her swallowing eagerly around her beloved lodged in her throat. Each swallow sent a fresh shiver down her spine, her thighs squeezing together as the heat within her built to unbearable levels. Orgasms blew through her body one after another as she shook.

By the third time her mouth and throat were filled up with Ryan's seed, she was delirious. Her once-focused eyes were unfocused and hazy, her body swaying as she mindlessly sought more. She barely lasted through the fourth, her body locking up violently before she went completely limp, collapsing into a shaking mess as a puddle formed between her legs on the floor, her dress and panties drenched. Her mouth was still latched on to Ryan suckling even while unconscious. Her breath hitched, her body twitching with aftershocks of multiple mind blowing orgasms as she slumped against his legs, utterly spent.

I caught her before she could slump to the ground completely, lifting her effortlessly into my arms. She barely stirred, only managing a sleepy, blissed-out hum as she nuzzled into my chest. By the time I reached the Beauxbatons carriage, she was only half-aware, her fingers fumbling in a dazed attempt to slip something into my robes.

I felt the damp fabric before I even looked.

Fleur's utterly soaked panties.

A slurred giggle left her lips as she stumbled toward her room, her legs barely holding her up. She shot me one last smoldering look before disappearing inside, leaving me standing in the moonlight, her scent still clinging to my skin.

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Fleur woke up the next morning with a soft moan, her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of last night. Her lips were slightly swollen, her throat a bit sore, and yet she found herself savoring the lingering taste on her tongue. Ryan's scent still clung to her, filling her lungs with every slow breath, sending a fresh shiver down her spine.

Now, she understood.

She had thought Yue was exaggerating when she compared it to an addicting drug that could cause major orgasms, but now Fleur knew the truth—it was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Better than the finest wines, more intoxicating than anything she could think of. She had a very real desires to wake Ryan up with blowjobs every single morning for the rest of her life.

Her hand drifted down between her thighs, her fingers finding the soaked heat waiting for them. As memories of last night replayed in her mind—his hands, his voice, the way he filled her—she couldn't help but whimper. Her breath hitched, her legs tensing as she lost herself in the pleasure, her moans filling the room.

It didn't take long. Her body was already primed, still aching for him to fill up her womanhood for the first time. With one final, shuddering gasp, she tumbled over the edge, pleasure crashing over her like a tidal wave.

Panting softly, she let her body relax against the sheets, a dreamy, satisfied smile on her lips.

This was only the beginning.

And she needed more.

He had already marked her mouth but she had plenty more places that needed to be filled and marked by him.

She climbed out of bed stripped out of her dress she had slept in, admired her perfect body in the mirror before slipping off to the shower.

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After finishing her shower, Fleur stepped out, wrapping a soft towel around her body as she padded back to her room. She dressed with deliberate care, choosing a form-fitting Beauxbatons uniform that accentuated her flawless figure. Her silvery hair cascaded over her shoulders in soft waves, glistening like moonlight, and her sapphire eyes seemed to glow with an otherworldly allure.

She felt radiant—more beautiful than ever. And she knew why.

Last night's indulgence had left her more than satisfied; it had awakened something deep inside her. Veela magic thrived on passion, on connection, and Ryan had given her something more intoxicating than she had ever imagined. Even now, she could feel his lingering presence in her veins, a warmth that refused to fade.

A smile played on her lips as she made her way toward the Great Hall, her every step graceful, effortless. The moment she entered, she felt it—her magic immediately locking onto him, her mate.

Ryan sat at the Ravenclaw table, speaking casually with his friends, completely unaware of the effect he had on her. Fleur's gaze softened, a smoldering intensity filling her eyes as she walked toward him with purpose.

The effect was immediate.

Whispers spread through the hall as students—both boys and girls—found themselves unable to look away. Her beauty had always been captivating, but today, it was something more. Something untouchable. Ethereal. She seemed to glow with an inner light, her allure heightened by the 'treat' she had consumed the night before.

More than a few students flushed deeply as she passed, some even swallowing nervously, caught in the sheer intensity of her presence. Veela allure was potent enough on its own, but this… this was something else entirely.

And yet, Fleur's focus never wavered.

Her sapphire eyes remained locked on Ryan, filled with an undeniable hunger, a smoldering affection that she was unable to push down. As if sensing her approach, he finally glanced up—and the moment their eyes met, a soft smile on his lips.

Fleur's heart skipped a beat and her breath caught in her throat, her fingers curling slightly at her sides as warmth pooled in her chest.

Oh, she had it bad.

And she wouldn't have it any other way.