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Patience is a Virtue
🕑 Added 2023-04-16 20:00:03 +0000 UTCAN: Casting-
Victoire- Natalie Levin
Standing right in front of the mirror, Victoire looked herself over. Owed to her veela heritage, she had flawless, unblemished skin. Pale and silky smooth, there was a light glow about her, but that had as much to do with her excitement as it did anything else. Her bosom was big, beautifully shaped, and perky. Her dark, pink areola were small, no bigger than a sickle coin and capped with cute nipples about as big and long as the tip of her pinky finger. Skimming a hand down her sides, she could feel just the hint of her ribs, and the tight lines of her fit abs.
Her womanhood was a thing of beauty. Her plump pussy mound was jiggly and bare. Her petite pussy was a bright, enticing pink. And as she slid a finger between her taut lips, she could attest that it was wonderfully snug. Turning away from the mirror for just a moment, she couldn’t help but admire her bum. Not too big, and not too small, you could easily bounce a galleon off her pert cheeks. They were two perfect globes on the top of her slender legs.
Gifted with good genetics, she didn’t take that advantage for granted. She made sure to keep her body impeccable. She worked out, almost daily, much to her mother’s surprise. And to be perfectly honest, there was a good reason for it. If you want to attract the best, you need to be the best. She was very selective when it came to boys. In fact, she found she didn’t much care for boys, she preferred men. Or one man in particular, I suppose
There was a beautiful, sleek, red dress sitting on her bed. Foregoing any knickers, or even a bra, she threw it over her head. The silk glided against her skin, as it came to sit on her nubile body.
Turning back to the mirror, she waved her wand and watched as her silver-blonde tresses tied themselves up into an intricate braid on each side and joined into a loose ponytail at the back. Even though she was immaculate, as usual, she couldn’t help but make sure there wasn’t a single hair out of place. Today is the day… She worried at the hem of her dress, and bit her bottom lip.
Despite her own confidence, she couldn’t help but be a bit nervous as well. But then, it wasn’t every day that years of patience were rewarded.
There was a light creaking at her door, “You look stunning.” Her mother stood there, tears prickling at the corner of her eyes, “It seems only yesterday zat I was holding you in my arms, and now you are a grown woman.” Even after more than two decades in England, there was still a hint of her French accent.
Coming into the room, Victoire was wrapped up in a warm hug. Even at nearly forty, her mother could have passed for her older sister. It was always one of her goals to emulate the easy grace and beauty that she carried herself with.
Holding her at arm’s length, Fleur looked her daughter up and down, “Are you excited?”
Victoire nodded, trying not to give away the excitement that was bubbling in her chest, “It’ll be a wonderful party.”
Her mother gave her a knowing smile, one that slightly unsettled her, “I’m sure it will. You deserve nothing less, my lovely girl.” She’d always been sure to keep her intentions to herself, so she couldn’t imagine what her mother knew, “It was too kind of Harry to offer his for our little party.”
Throat going dry, Victoire kept her words measured, “He’s always been very considerate.”
“Which iz only part of the reason that ‘e ‘as always been your favorite… darling” Fleur gave a tinkling laugh with a teasing glint in her eye.
Not knowing what to say to her mother, she was saved by her little sister, “Mum!” There was a yell from elsewhere in the house as Dominique struggled with something or the other. I don’t know if I’ve ever been so happy to hear her scream. Usually, it drives me mad.
With a wry smile, her mother leaned in to kiss her cheek, “Duty calls.”
Alone again, Victoire caught her own eye in the mirror one last time. With a steadying breath, she walked out into the hall and downstairs.
The place he bought for himself after the war was on the border of Wales and England, not far from Monmouth. It was a picturesque cottage, too big for one man frankly.
But today, it was filled to the brim with Weasley’s of all ages, and more than one of Victoire’s friends. It was her graduation party, which made him feel older than had any right to feel. Considering he still looked no older than twenty-five, and seemingly hadn’t aged a day in about ten years, he really didn’t look as old as it made him feel.
“Thanks for this, Harry.” Bill said, yet again, “Mum and dad would have been happy to put it on too, but…” Even though he and Ginny had gone their separate ways after the war, the Weasley’s still treated him like family, and he was always happy to return the favor.
“But they’ve been doing that for everybody for years and they deserve a bit of a break once in a while,” Harry finished for him, “Now stop thanking me, would you. If I didn’t want to do it, I wouldn’t have offered.”
Bill laughed, “Oh, I don’t know about that. I think even ifyou didn’t want to do it, you’d have offered. Vic has a way of getting what she wants, and you’ve always been a bit of a softy for her anyway.”
The young woman in question laughed light and carefree at something one of her said friends across the yard from them. Much as he cared about her, he didn’t want to look too long because that could only cause problems, “Well, it doesn’t matter one way or the other because I was more than happy to do it.”
“Right, right, I’ll stop thanking you.” Bill held his hands up in surrender. He noticed his mother bustling about, trying to help around the party, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, it looks like I have to remind someone that today is a day to relax.”
“I tried telling her three times since she got here.” Harry chuckled, “I decided it was best to just give it up. She’s always been happy to take care of things.”
“She was the one who said it would be nice to do it somewhere else this time.”
He could only shrug his shoulders, “Old habits are hard to break. Maybe you’ll have better luck than I have.” With that the eldest Weasley son made his way over to his mother and did his best to convince her to sit down and relax.
For his part, Harry went about being a good host. It was a lovely party in his estimation. People were drinking and laughing and having an all-around great time. There was a game of gobstones going on that George’s son, Fred, was actively placing bets on. Seems the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. The one thing the younger children were taking firm advantage of was the quidditch pitch, not that they were alone because Ron and Ginny were up there as well. Both never missed an opportunity anytime they were over.
Over the course of the party, no matter where he was or who he was talking to, his eye always found Victoire. There was a part of him that felt guilty for it, but he couldn’t really blame himself either. He’d seen her grow from precocious girl to gorgeous young woman, and he knew full-well now that she was all woman. That dress hugged her body like a second skin. Any red-blooded man would have a hard time not looking at the divine beauty and it didn’t help that no matter where he went, she seemed to find a way to be right in his vision.
They opened gifts as the afternoon turned to night. Slowly but surely, the partygoers started to thin. The Weasleys with younger children took them home, and in short order there were no more than a handful of people milling about his home, one of which was still the young woman they were there to celebrate.
“You really should come and visit France, ‘Arry. You would love the sun and the beaches. And you would be able to stay as long as you want.” Gabrielle leaned close, trying to entice him as she had been for years. She was a beautiful woman, no different than her sister, but it had always been for nought. It spoke volumes that even when confronted with her gorgeous aunt, he still found himself looking to Victoire.
“I don’t know…” He hedged, even though he really just wanted to tell her a solid no.
The young woman came swaying over to them and shimmied her way between them easily. In the process, her bum pressed against the side of his hip, “Aunt Gabby, maybe he could come with me when I visit this summer.”
Gabrielle gave her niece a smile, not the least bit bothered by her intrusion, “Of course, Victoire. Ze more ze merrier, particularly if it’s Harry.”
The smile that Victoire gave her aunt had an air of smugness to it, as though she’d won a fight that she didn’t even realize she was taking part in. Then she did the boldest thing he could imagine in the moment and deliberately wiggled her hips against him, “What do you say, Harry? Would you accompany me to France?” She looked up at him with big, sky-blue eyes and the cutest little pout to her lips.
For some reason, he’d always found himself swayable when it came to her. Bill was right about that at least. So, as he swallowed, he found himself agreeing, “Of course, darling, if you want me to come along…” He’d been calling her darling since she was a little girl, and hearing it then made her glow.
“Of course, I do.” She informed him emphatically, “It wouldn’t be right for a young woman to go to France all alone, after all.”
Gabrielle looked between the two of them with a frown. But it fell away quickly, and she gave them both a smile, “Well… I look forward to seeing bozz of you zis summer, zen.” Looking down to her watch, she frowned disappointed, “I’m afraid I need to go.” She pulled VIctoire into a hug, and told her sincerely, “Congratulations on your graduation, we’re all so proud of you.” The younger Delacour sister had an international portkey to catch.
Victoire happily returned the hug, and said to her, “Thank you. We’ll see you this summer.” It struck him that she was referring to the two of them as ‘we’, but he decided it was best not to give it too much thought. The young witch walked her aunt to the edge of the wards and gave her one more hug before she left.
The numbers continued to dwindle until it was just him and Victoire’s family, and even that only lasted a few short minutes before Fleur came up to say her goodbyes as well, “Zank you for zis, ‘Arry.” She told him with a quick hug, “It was everything that Victoire wanted.”
“We really should stay to help clean up…” Bill interjected, but the protests from his two youngest brought him up short.
Harry waved him off, “It’s fine, a bit of magic will have the whole thing dealt with in no time at all.”
“Besides,” Fleur added with a wry smile, “Victoire iz going to stick around and help. It was ‘er party.”
“Oh…” Harry swallowed thickly, only glancing at Bill who didn’t seem to have a problem with it, “Well, if that’s what she wants to do.”
“I’m sure it iz.” Fleur giggled out and gave him one last hug, “We’ll see you soon, Harry.”
“Bye.” Both Dominique and Louis said as they’re parents led them to the edge of the wards. And with that it was just the two of them, something equal parts exhilarating and worrying.
“Harry…” She called to him, her voice came from inside his home, and he found himself following. The young woman was standing there with her back against his kitchen counter. She was pouting up at him, “You know… I couldn’t help but notice you didn’t get me a present.”
He gave her roguish smile, “I was under the impression that the party was the present.”
She shook her head cutely, “No, definitely not. You did that out of the kindness of your heart.”
“Of course, I did,” He said with a little chuckle, “Maybe you’re right… maybe I have a little something for you right here.” He went to a drawer and found a slim box waiting within. It was neatly wrapped in simple silver paper. He handed it over to her and she immediately ripped it off.
Within the box was a chorded silver chain with a pendant on the end. And it cost a fair bit more than I would care to admit. It had sapphires in the pendant the same color as her eyes. Those same eyes lit up as she drank in his gift. Pulling it from the box, she dangled it from her fingers and offered it to him, “Could you put it on for me.”
He took it from her without a word and she turned her back and draped her hair over her shoulder. He was treated to the sight of her slender, swan-like neck. There was a mad part of him that wanted to lean down and kiss that sensitive skin, but he managed to reason with himself. Her breath hitched as his fingertips brushed against the nape of her neck while he did up the clasp
When she turned around, she was playing with the pendant, “Thank you for this, it’s beautiful.” Then she surprised him, Harry… why have you never married? Never really even been with anyone since I can remember?”
He was caught off guard by the question, and thought for a second before responding, “No one ever wanted anything more than the hero, or the fame, or the money, and I think I deserve more than that. So, I decided to wait… to be patient.”
Something about that answer clearly pleased her because he’d never seen such a radiant smile before, “Well, that makes sense then. I know a thing or two about patience myself.” But then she whispered softly, “I’m tired of being patient though.” Leaning up on her toes, she pressed her soft lips against his. Her hand came up to steady herself on his chest. There was a part of him that wanted to push her away, but it lost against the much larger part of him that wanted to pull her close. Placing his hand against her slender neck, she mewled as he pulled her in deeper.
He felt delirious as she kissed her way down from his lips to his jaw and the skin of his neck. Finally, the thing he knew he should say escaped his lips, “We shouldn’t…”
She looked at him then with such intensity, it shut him up immediately, “We should.” Her voice was fierce, wrought with emotion, “I’m a grown woman, Harry… and I know what I want. I’ve known what I wanted since I was thirteen years old. You were the first man I ever fancied, and the only one I ever thought about, the only one I ever dreamed about. Do you have any idea how hard it’s been knowing how badly I wanted you but knowing that I was too young?”
Her fingers dug into his chest almost possessively, “I tried… I tried so hard to ignore it, to see people my own age… but they all came up wanting. Because none of them could ever compare to you. To you who’s never treated me like anything other than his treasure… his darling.”
Harry tried to find something to say, something to dissuade her. While she was technically an adult now, he was the elder and should have the good sense to be level-headed. But as hard as he tried, he couldn’t find the words.
Her hands found their way beneath his shirt, and the feel of her soft fingers against his abs was like electricity, “Tell me you don’t really want this… and we’ll stop, right now. But just remember, I don’t want you because you’re a hero, even if I know that you are. I don’t want you because you’re famous or have money, I couldn’t care less. I want you. Harry Potter, who’s always been the sweetest man in the world to me.”
Her breath ghosted across his neck and sent a shiver down his spine. How do I say no to something like that? In the end, all his denials came up short. He gave a little smile and shook his head, “Your parents are going to kill me if they ever find out.”
“Oh, they’re going to find out.” She said triumphantly, “I’ve got you, so I’m not going to let go anytime soon.” Smirking, she assured him, “And my mother won’t do a thing to you… except maybe give you a hug. I’m quite sure she knew exactly what I wanted here tonight. Besides, she likes you far too much, and if she says not to do something, my father will listen.” Her fingers brushed against the waist of his trousers as her eyes darkened, “Now, I think there are better things we can be doing than talking about my parents...”
Snaking her hands into his trousers, the naughty teen wrapped her silk soft hand around his hard cock. There was a look of awe on her angelic face, before it was replaced with a naughty smile, “Well, I’m going to be sore in the morning.”
With his mind made up, Harry didn’t have any intention of being a docile bystander in their little dance, “Careful darling… wouldn’t want to get yourself into more than you can handle.” She squeaked as he cupped her bum and lifted her onto the counter, he kissed at the sensitive skin of her neck as he pushed the thin straps of her beautiful red dress off her shoulders.
“I… I’ll manage.” Her hands went to the nape of his neck and tickled him there as he lavished her skin with attention. Kissing his way down her body, he pushed down the cups of her dress to reveal the most perfect pair of breasts he’d ever seen.
Just bigger than a handful, perfectly round and impossibly perky, he latched onto her stiff nipple and sucked on it hard, Pulling it away from her body, he loved hearing the way her breath hitched as he did it.
His hand came up and tweaked her other nipple as he lavished attention on the first. She arched her back and tried to push more of her sensitive tit into his mouth. But he wasn’t going to let her dictate to him. Her breath grew ragged as he licked and kissed his way down her body to her tiny belly button and along the lines of her abs, but he didn’t have any intention of stopping there too long either.
He kept pushing down the dress until it was gathered on her shapely hips. With one firm yank, it pulled past her hips and fell to the ground at his feet. He could smell the sweet pungency of her arousal, and managed to hold off a grown as she reclined there in nothing more than a pair of high-heels, and the necklace he’d bought her, “Naughty girl… didn’t even wear a pair of knickers to your own party.”
“I…” she whimpered as his fingers found the wet petals of her dripping sex, “I had high hopes for the evening…”
“Let’s make sure that it lives up to your expectations.” While he grew tired of the meaningless relationships that came after the war, there was a time where he took advantage, and he had every intention of showing her the fruits of his experience.
With that he kneeled between her slender thighs and buried his tongue in her hole. Her taste was intoxicating, and only made him want to devour her. He flicked and licked quickly and then slowly. He dug deep into her sex, scraping his tongue against her clutching walls.
Her pussy flexed against his prodding organ, hugging his tongue in ways that he couldn’t believe. His cock throbbed at the mere thought of being buried in her depths.
“Oh… fuck…” Victoire’s voice was strained, her pleasure growing with every touch. Finding the oversensitive bundle of nerves he knew would drive her wild, he flicked his tongue across it relentlessly, “Yes! Yes! Fuck! Cumming…” Her thighs wrapped around his head harshly, and she filled her hand with his hair. He had to grab hold of her hips to keep her in place as she trembled through her peak.
But he didn’t stop. She had high hopes, and I intend to exceed them. He plunged one long digit into her rippling sex, and it gripped against him like a silken vice. He pushed into her deeper and was only slightly surprised when he bumped against her barrier. Carefully, he stretched her with that digit.
“Oh… oh… shite!!” He kept her riding the high of her orgasm, one simply blending into the other. Whether it was multiple orgasms or just one long one, he didn’t care. He just wanted to give this beautiful, nubile sexpot the most wonderful time in the world. Her juices dripped down from her sex down to her arsecheeks and fell to the ground at his knees. Little drops stained his trousers as he just kept up his assault.
It was only by third, or was it the fourth, that she finally surrendered, “Enough…” Her voice was hoarse from screaming out her extasy and he’d never heard anything more erotic in his entire life.
Pulling on his hair to get him up, she didn’t mind her own taste one bit as she pulled him into a kiss. Her tongue demanded entrance and he happily allowed it even as her fingers went to his belt. As she pushed his trousers down, she pulled away, “I want you… please…”
“I thought you said that you were patient, darling.” He teased her, even as she pushed his pants down and freed his steel-hard member. Her tiny hand desperately stroked at him, pulling toward her wet sex. Her plump lips were a vivid red, swollen and horny.
“I also said that I’m tired of being patient.” With his knob nestled between her snug lips, she grabbed at his hips and pulled him in. Her petite pussy stretched around him like a velvet vice. She yelped softly as he pressed against her barrier.
“Careful now… don’t hurt yourself.” He told her gently, leaning down to kiss her forehead, “Just let me, alright?” She bit her bottom lip and nodded her head. He captured her lips as he gave her one firm short thrust, just enough to break her maidenhood. Whimpering into the kiss, she didn’t give any other sign of pain.
He waited there for her to get used to him before he slowly started filling her with the rest of his length. Her sex was absolutely soaked from her previous orgasm. Slick and slippery, he kept pushing deeper until his balls rested against her jutting bum. A serene smile came to her face as she looked down at where they were joined, “Amazing…”
“You’re telling me…” He gave a few light thrusts and watched her lower abs move slightly with his knob. She looked so obscenely stretched on his girth that he thought it must be painful, but it was exquisitely cock-hugging for him.
Victoire reached up and scraped her nail against his jaw, “Make me yours.”
With a growl, he started thrusting into her welcoming heat. No one he’d ever been with felt so perfect around his cock. If this was the reward for so many years of waiting, of patience, then he was happy for it. Her pristine pussy squelched with every plunge of his length. Her mewls and whimpers were sweet music, and each one only made him want to pull another form her body.
Despite being a newly deflowered woman, she desperately met every one of his thrusts with her hips. Reaching down, he tweaked one of her stiff nipples, “Oh… I’m all yours, Harry! As long as you want me!” She groaned deep and animalistic as he was treated to the truly euphoric feeling of her cumming on his cock.
Her pussy rippled around his girth in ways he’d never thought possible. Her hips spasmed as she kept trying to pump against his cock. Her peak pulled a surprised gasp from his very soul and then his cock swelled in her sex. The cum raced up his cock as he held her hips tight against him. Painting her inside white, it took a moment before her words cut through the haze, “On me… love… on me too. Mark me inside and out.”
Popping himself free of her spasming cunt, he covered her abs and tits with five more ropes of his cum. Some of it even ended up on her lovely new necklace. Her pussy leaked his cum, dripping down to join her own juices on the floor. His new lover gathered some of his cum on her finger and sucked it into her mouth. His cock throbbed against her thigh as she savored it.
With a sexy little smile, she reached down and gave him a stroke, “Now who’s being impatient. You’re ready to ravish me all over again.” Not that she was complaining.
Nor did she complain about it at any point before they fell asleep in each other’s arms that night.
AN: Hope everyone enjoyed! Thanks, as always, for reading!
