The ship wouldn’t get to London until the next day at 9. Morgana! All ze perfect children you could ever want! Now beg me, you Parisian Harlot, Beg me for my cum!” Harry demanded, Fleur’s lewd cries of pleasure reaching new heights. The union of their two bloodlines would result in magically powerful heirs who would do their families and their Lady Morgana proud. A minute or two passed and he finally pulled out of her, watching in satisfaction as his load came out without fail, the huge and thick mass of cum staining the bed. Thanks.” She said in an embarrassed yet happy manner that Harry found just too cute. “You’re late, Tonks.” He said calmly only for a huff to apparently sound, apparently out if thin air. I’m going to make sure you won’t be leaving my side soon.” Harry near growled as Fleur smiled at his words and did as asked.
