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HARRY POTTER VICTOIRE WEASLEY AND THE GREEN MANIt had been more than eight years since Victoire had properly celebrated Beltane, what with the day being located firmly within the Hogwarts school year. Sure, she’d danced around a Maypole with the other students, and partaken of the butterbeer the teachers generously supplied, but the faculty kept a firmer eye on their charges than usual and curfew was strictly enforced on a night where a little naked frolicking was traditional, even expected in some places.Beltane with the Weasley family was far more fun. There was laughing and merryment and food aplenty, with bonfires and a Maypole to dance around, and a huge cask of warm mead to quench any thirst. And not a teacher around!Victoire had been delighted to have been crowned as the party’s May Queen, even though certain activities she’d conducted with Teddy had rendered her technically ineligible to play the part. Some of the other guests clearly suspected as such; when she’d been dragged away by her mother and appropriately dressed in a thin white shift and a shining tiara, she’d returned to the festivities to find her boyfriend luridly green-skinned and with little antlers growing from his head, with her father squeezing the young wizard in a mostly good-natured headlock.Soon after nightfall the c***dren too young for Hogwarts had been sent to bed, and the celebration escalated. A few additional ingredients were mixed into the mead, and most of the Weasley men and a few others stripped down to their skin and began dancing around and leaping over the smaller fires. More and more mead was consumed, and through the slightly foggy haze of her thoughts, Victoire found it odd how much the guests were laughing, leaning or slumping all over each other as they tried or failed to keep their balance. As more and more redheads and men conked out, snoring loudly, more and more women left briefly before returning in their own skimpy shifts; pristinely white but universally ripped provocatively. Some women who hadn’t even been at the party earlier chose that time to arrive, similarly attired and eyeing the May Queen approvingly.By the time the last man hit the ground, the young veela was surrounded by witches, most of whom she recognised, if not knew, some of them she’d only seen photos of in Hogwarts yearbooks, one or two she could have sworn was supposed to be dead, and all of them beautiful and barely dressed in their torn garments. The confused and slightly tipsy Victoire was gently passed around the circle of women, who each took their time examining the blonde up close and very personally. Slender fingers pinched her chin, turning her head this way and that, or ran through her silvery hair or across her skin, admiring the silkyness of both. Soft hands slid up under the knee-length garment and stroked her thighs, or slid through the wide arm holes and cupped her breasts, gently teasing her nipples to hardness. A gorgeous, though unfamiliar redheaded woman with hauntingly familiar emerald eyes slid several fingers between the girls lips, laughing softly as the May Queen sucked dutifully on the digits before withdrawing her slick fingers and guiding the girl to an eagerly grinning pinkette whose shredded shift left her naked beneath her breasts.Eventually, Victoire found herself in her mother’s arms, and the older veela hugged her daughter briefly before accepting a mug from her younger sister. Pressing the stein of warm mead to her oldest c***d’s lips, Fleur smiled as the young woman slowly, dutifully gulped down the entire thing. Heat flooded the Weasley girl’s slender frame, pooling in her nethers in a way that had her blushing prettily as she was led to the edge of the forest near the party grounds. A kiss on the cheek and a gentle nudge from her mother and a light swat on the backside from her Aunt Gabrielle sent her several feet into the moonlit woods, and a curious glance back earned the blue-eyed blonde a few encouraging smiles and nods and shooing motions from the crowd of grinning witches.Emboldened, Victoire turned and strode barefoot into the woods.====================Somewhat more clear-headed and a little less bold after half an hour of walking, Victoire wondered, edremit escort not for the first time, just what she was supposed to be doing out in the forest. Though not clearly marked, or even blatantly well traveled, the path she was travelling had thoughtfully been cleared of anything that bare feet might find disagreeable. The night was warm and well-lit beneath a star-filled sky, so Victoire was not uncomfortable on her walk, and her curiosity was all it took to pull her further up the path.Eventually, the fresh out of Hogwarts veela found herself standing on the edge of a small lake, perhaps twice the size of the Great Hall of her Alma Mater. In the center of this lake, across a path of stepping stones, lay a tiny, tree-covered island. Hesitating for only an instant, Victoire carefully crossed the makeshift bridge and tip-toed onto the island, some instinct encouraging her to be as silent as possible. Inching closer to the center of the island, the blonde spotted something hidden behind the trees…something large. Stepping closer and squeezing between two trees, she finally got a good look at it, and gasped in surprise.It was a throne.A vast wooden throne seemingly growing out of the ground, and upon that throne was an equally intimidating figure. Tall, powerfully muscular, with skin a dark yet vibrant green and a mass of shiny, almost black leaves tumbling down past his neck where his hair should be. Atop his brow, above slowly opening emerald eyes, sat a wooden crown set with a single black stone, and rising from his head was a magnificent rack of antlers.But that wasn’t exactly why Victoire gasped.The man was unashamedly naked on his throne, and resting limp between his thighs was the largest phallus the inexperienced witch had ever set eyes on. A tensing of the muscles in the man’s legs was barely noticed, and Victoire stumbled back and tripped, landing firmly on her rear when the green man rose from his throne with a noise much like the groaning of a tree bending in the wind. With powerful strides the jade figure crossed the short distance between the two, until he was standing over the young woman, eyeing her with a distinctly unimpressed expression. “So…you are the May Queen this Beltane?”Blinking and finally meeting the figure’s eyes, Victoire took a second to understand what he was saying before realising the implications of a green, antlered man standing naked before the May Queen. This…God of a man…was to be her CONSORT. Scrambling to her feet, the witch brushed herself off self-conciously even as she nodded eagerly.The Green Man frowned. “…you are not a maiden.”The veela froze at that blunt statement before hesitantly speaking up. “Um…no, not really.”Leaning forward, the foot-taller May King sniffed her hair once, before running his tongue along her cheek, then leaning back, savouring her taste. “…your flesh is still sweet. You are not a maiden, but you are not a woman, either; you have not yet been with a man.”Victoire winced, rubbing her wet cheek absently before deciding to come clean. “I…kinda have…slept with a guy, that is…sir.”The Green Man laughed, a great booming sound. “You have lain with a boy, not a man, and are thus still just a girl.” He grinned amusedly at the flustered witch. “If you wish to become a woman this Beltane, I will be happy to oblige you, girl…so long as you can rouse my interest.”The blonde stared blankly at the muscular figure for a long second, before her gaze slowly slid down his body to his still-soft manhood. Victoire felt a brief flash of annoyance, mostly at herself for being almost dripping wet while this god stood before her unaffected by her beauty, before she stifled the feeling and pushed a little magic into enhacing the veela allure that emanated from her at all times. Her flesh began softly glowing, her eyes were luminous and her hair wafted gently in an absent breeze.Unaffected by her efforts, her supposed consort smirked. “Try again, little girl.”Her eyes and skin fading back to normal, Victoire huffed, before throwing propriety to the wind and kneeling at the Green Man’s feet. Aggravation lending her courage, Victoire wrapped first one, then both of her slender hands around escort edremit his heavy, hot shaft, before slowly beginning a rythmic jerking motion. After several long minute of jacking off that almost smoldering flesh, with no reaction beyond the occasional twitching, the veela decided to step up her game a bit.The emerald figure’s eyebrows rose beneath his crown as the slender girl wrapped her full lips around the tip of his cock, sucking tentatively. The slow rise of his manhood encouraged her, but could honestly be attributed mostly to memories of the girl’s mother and veela aunt being in the same position, and the triumphant expressions on both of their flushed faces as they managed to deep-throat his entire length for the first time. Idly running his fingers through her silvery hair, he wondered how long it would take her to reach that same milestone. “Not bad, girl; I’m halfway hard. Got any more ideas in mind?”Growling around her lover’s flesh, Victoire pulled her lips away from his meat, using her own saliva as lubricant to stroke him off with one hand as she attacked his balls with her mouth, sucking and slurping enthusiastically on the heavy orbs as she wracked her brain for more tricks.Breathing a little more deeply now than when she started, the Green Man blinked as his young Queen froze, then winced as she began smiling around a mouthful of tender flesh. “Teeth, girl.” Thankfully she backed away from his tender equipment, but she grinned widely, biting her lip as she reached between her legs with one hand and began stroking her own damp femininity.Victoire stood slowly, running her tongue from the base to the tip of the Green Man’s quasi-hard erection as she did so, before standing upright and licking her lips. “Hmm…you taste good, Your Highness…” She traced her now-damp fingers across her lover’s dark lips, coating them with her wetness. “…but how do I taste?”A powerful hand caught the girl’s own slender appendage, holding it steady as the Green Man licked it clean, fully aware of his now painfully erect cock. “Delicious…” He answered. “…just like your mother.” Ignoring her startled expression, the May King picked up the young witch unceremoniously and carried her to his throne before dumping her gently into his seat, spreading her unresisting legs wide until they were each hooked over an armrest. The Green Man took a second to tear the girl’s shift open from the bottom to just above her belly-button, fully exposing her lower half, before burying his face between her smooth thighs.The young veela bucked in her seat, clawing at the throne as her consort’s thick tongue eagerly wormed it’s way into her body. “Oh, GOD!”Chuckling, the man began putting to use the full breadth of skill that countless hours of pleasuring numerous women had afforded him, lashing at her tender flesh with his tongue. She howled and hollared as if being tortured, grabbing at his antlers and pushed him this way and that, trying to intensify the sensations, but was unable to wrest control of the pace from her lover.He tormented her young body at his own pace, and more than once her brought her to the crest of orgasm, only to ease her back down without release. It was only when her voice was starting to get hoarse, when her breasts were covered in red marks from where she savagely kneaded them, when tears were trickling down her sweaty face and her whole body was shivering with tension that the May King gave her the release she weakly begged for. Languidly twisting his tongue in her juicy little twat, the Green Man smirked internally and pushed a single thick finger into her tight backside. Her resulting orgasmic shriek was, in a word, piercing; the man counted himself lucky that his hearing was being muffled by her legs being wrapped around his head.After almost half a minute of wailing, thrashing, toe curling, hair pulling ecstasy, Victoire collapsed bonelessly against the throne, panting heavily with her eyes rolled back in her head.Grinning ferally, the Green Man rose to his feet between the slender witch’s still widespread legs, stroking his still hard erection a few times before pressing the swollen tip against the entrance to the twitching veela’s hot little edremit escort bayan body. The man waited until the girl had recovered enough to stare wide-eyed down at the huge, dark-green erection poised to stuff her twat to capacity, before shoving fully half of said erection into the aforementioned twat in one slow, hard thrust.Victoire’s resulting wail was almost as loud as her orgasmic cries had been.Taking a moment to savour the freshly-stretched pussy fluttering helplessly around his cock, the Green Man slowly recovered his bearings, withdrawing from the veela’s body until just the head of his dick remained inside of her, before grinding back into her body. He plunged as deep as before plus another inch before coming to a halt as she wailed again, a little higher in pitch and quieter in volume. This motion was repeated, again and again, until the May Queen was finally, with a barely audible squeek, completely stuffed with her consort’s cock.Wide-eyed and open-mouthed, the sweaty veela gaped stupidly up at the huge man grinning down at her, standing over her and filling her up completely. Somewhere in the back of her mind, a girlish voice gibbered about sex with Teddy not being like this, before another older, nastier voice pointed out that Teddy was just a boy, after all. But those voices were drowned out by one last voice that grabbed control of her tongue. “F-fuck me!”The Green Man eagerly obliged, and was equally accomodating to commands like ‘faster’, ‘harder’, ‘more’, and the like. Even after the requests stopped coming, the Green Man heroically kept up the pace he’d been set, fucking the Weasley girl through orgasm after orgasm until he could deny his own needs no more, slamming himself to the hilt inside her no-doubt aching pussy and ejaculating with a roar of relieved release, his copious seed filling her body even as she scratched weakly at his back with one final orgasm before passing out.The antlered male allowed himself a minute to relax on top of and inside the witch, before straightening up with a sigh and stepping back, giving the girl a quick look-over as he rummaged around in the invisible cloak hanging on the throne for his elder-wood wand. The girl was a mess, to be honest, and would need at least a couple of hours rest before they could start up again.Shaking his head, bemused, Harry finally found the wand and with it vanished the antlers and leaves from his head before turning his back on that year’s May Queen, making a path through the closely-packed ring of trees with another lazy wave. Stepping out into the starlight, he was immediately accosted by a naked pair of veela sisters, the older of whom was kind enough to hand him a drink, whilst the younger did everything in her power to squeeze past the wizard to the throne beyond. The still green-skinned wizard gratefully took a swig of the butterbeer before addressing the older of the two women. “I really hope you ladies remembered to slip her the birth-control potions.”Fleur rolled her eyes. “Of course we did, ‘arry; I have no interest in being a grandmother just yet, thank-you very much.”Ignoring the conversation, Gabrielle pouted hopefully. “Harry, can I please…” She trailed off meaningfully.Snorting, Harry stepped aside and let the younger veela shoot past him and into the ‘Throne Room’, and began chuckling as Fleur gasped and dove after her sibling.”Gabby, stop that right now; that’s your niece, in case you’ve forgotten!””I don’t care!”Shaking his head, Harry took another sip of his drink and gazed out over the lake, where the rest of the former May Queen’s were doing their own thing. A few were simply relaxing in the water, others were playing or talking amongst themselves or even making out. Some were still dressed in the ruined ‘ceremonial garb’ they’d worn their year, but most had already stripped down.And before the, from their perspective, very long Beltane night was over, he was going to fuck each and every single one of them all over again.Numerous times.As he drained the rest of the bottle, his eyes found and roamed over the fantastic backside of one Angelina Weasley, damp and gleaming like polished obsidian in the moonlight as she conversed with her fellow Chasers and May Queens, Alicia and Katie. His appreciation did not go unnoticed, and by the time he’d set his empty bottle aside and began wading through the lake to reach the trio, all three of them were grinning at him eagerly.’It’s good to be King.’

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