91. Flower (R18)

Fleur's entire body trembled as she straddled me, her heated core pressing against my length, her slick folds teasing with agonizing anticipation. Her nails dug into my shoulders as she lowered herself in one slow, deliberate motion, her warmth enveloping me inch by inch.

Her breath hitched, her entire body tensing before a guttural moan tore from her throat. Her walls fluttered around me, gripping, molding, shaping themselves perfectly to her mate—her body instinctively adapting to take every bit.

A rush of heat spilled between us as she came instantly, her body overwhelmed by the sheer connection, the fulfillment of months of waiting, of needing. Her head snapped back, mouth open in a silent scream, her silvery-blonde hair floating as magic crackled in the air around us.

I could feel her body shuddering against mine, her thighs clenching, her hands gripping me like I was her only anchor in the world. Fleur's Veela instincts had completely taken over—there was no hesitation, no restraint, only the burning need to be claimed, to mark and be marked.

"Mine," she whispered, her voice raw, desperate, filled with possession.

Her hips moved on their own, rolling, grinding, pulling me deeper, making sure that every inch of me was inside her. Each thrust, each movement sent waves of heat coursing through both of us, her body responding as if we had been made for each other.

Her eyes, glowing with an almost predatory light, locked onto mine. "Claim me, Ryan," she pleaded, her hands framing my face. "Make me yours… forever."

Ryan's hands found Fleur's hips, fingers digging into her soft, burning skin as he met her desperate movements with his own. His grip was firm, possessive, grounding her even as she lost herself in the fire of their union.

"Mine," he growled against her ear, his voice low, sending a delicious shudder through her already trembling body. Fleur whimpered in response, rolling her hips to take him even deeper, her walls fluttering around him, molding to his shape like she had been made for him. She came hard over and over, her womb dropping to kiss the tip of his cock.

The air around them crackled with raw Veela magic, shimmering like heat waves as her instincts demanded what her heart already knew—she was his, and he was hers. Forever.

Ryan flipped them effortlessly, pinning her beneath him. Fleur's breath hitched, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him in with a desperate need that sent fire licking up his spine. Her nails raked down his back, leaving red trails that healed almost instantly, but the sting of her touch only fueled him further.

"Please," she gasped, her voice thick with need, her glowing blue eyes locking onto his. "Mark me, claim me… make me yours."

Ryan didn't hesitate. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a fierce, searing kiss, his movements deep and deliberate, staking his claim with every thrust, every touch. Fleur's back arched, her body surrendering to him completely, her magic intertwining with his in a way that felt irreversible, unbreakable.

A deep, guttural moan escaped her as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak, her body shuddering violently beneath him. And then, in a single heartbeat, she broke—her release crashing over her like an unstoppable tide. White-hot magic burst from her, surrounding them both in a radiant glow as her Veela instincts cemented their bond.

Ryan followed, his grip tightening as he buried himself completely within her, his own release igniting a surge of power between them. Their souls seemed to intertwine in that moment, the world around them fading until there was nothing left but each other.

Fleur blacked out from the massive life force that was pumped directly into her womb. Her body shook like she was having seizure as the massive orgasm unlike anything she had ever experienced ripped through her body.

As the last shivers of pleasure ran through her, Fleur let out a satisfied hum, her body still clinging to his. She nuzzled against his neck, leaving small, lingering kisses against his skin.

"You are mine now," she murmured, her voice filled with exhaustion and absolute contentment.

Ryan smirked, brushing a strand of silvery hair from her flushed face. "And you, Fleur Delacour, are mine."

She purred in response, her fingers tracing lazy patterns over his chest. "Forever."

However Ryan wasn't done flipped her over and taking her from behind. Fleur screamed in ecstasy as her pussy was filled over and over his cock ruining her forever of any other man.

Her womb was stuffed to the brim with white hot seed but eagerly gulped down more her hands dug into the dirt as she pushed her hips back eagerly fucking herself on her mate. Her tongue lolled out and her eyes rolled wildly in her head. He ass rippled as Ryan continued to pound her.

"I'm breaking! Ahhh! My pussy is breaking!" Her folds clamped down as another mind blowing orgasm rocked her mind.

For the next several hours Ryan bred her over and over, by the time he was done with her she was delirious and her body was twitching. Her womb was completely full and she was satisfied beyond belief, her veela had been fucked into submission and could only purr happily in contentment.

Right now she was fast asleep with Ryan still sheathed inside of her, her pussy continued to undulate up and down massaging Ryan's length and milking him like it was meant to even while asleep. It was very slow and sensual, her insides would forever be shaped like him.

As for Ryan he fully learned why veela were often compared to succubus, Fleur had milked him over and over. Any normal.man would have been drained dry long ago and passed out due to the intense sex. Fleur had gone until she physically could no longer move and passed out, even in her sleep she was still trying to milk him for more.

Once she woke up later she would no doubt continue. She would become even more addicted to sex than she was of giving him blowjobs at any opportunity she could.