Ron's Dinner Date

"Are you serious?" Ron asked as he stared wide-eyed at his brother.

"No, Ron." Bill rolled his eyes. "I just thought I'd call you over for dinner and make sure mom could watch Victoire for an elaborate prank."

Ron looked between his brother and the goddess that was Fleur. She was sitting across from him at the table, watching with an amused smile. He found himself staring at her, devouring her with his eyes.

"Why me?" Ron asked pulling his gaze from her.

"Bill can resist my allure." Fleur answered. "Unfortunately, that means he does not benefit from all of the perks."

"I thought it was a good thing." Ron was even more confused now. "What perks?"

A wave of warmth rolled over him. It felt like a dozen delectable hands caressing his body.

"Look down." Fleur said with a wink.

Ron did as instructed. He gasped. His cock was hard. Probably harder than it had ever been. Ron had matured a lot since he finished Hogwarts. He knew he had some flaws that needed attention and had worked hard to be a better man. For one, he had focused on adjusting his ego. The world didn't revolve around him and that was perfectly fine. Seeing his best friend die was enough to make him realize that he was happy to skirt by the spotlight of fate.

However, he was pretty damn sure that his cock had grown a couple of inches. Even through his pants he could feel a difference. Normally, he was a respectable five with decent girth. It was tempting to drop his pants right there to take an unobstructed look.

"That is just one of them." Fleur said with a small chuckle.

"Damn." Ron let out a breath. "Not that I haven't dreamed about this. Bill wasn't here though."

"Part of the deal." Bill shrugged.

"Trust me, Ronald." Fleur's voice rolled when she said his name.

He shivered.

"You will not know anything beyond me tonight." Fleur stood from the table.

She turned and walked away. Her hips had a natural sway to them that he just couldn't stop watching. Not that he wanted to. She stopped, giving him a look over her shoulder.

"Will you join me?" She purred.

Ron practically vaulted the table to follow her. She led him to the master bedroom. Fleur pulled him into a kiss. Her lips felt divine. All other kisses in his life were suddenly rendered flat and dull.

"Strip." Fleur commanded.

Luckily, Ron hadn't dressed up for the dinner. It was just supposed to be a meal with family, there was no need. He pulled off the long sleeved shirt and tossed it somewhere else. It didn't matter where it landed. His pants were next. He was suddenly very annoyed at whoever invented buttons and zippers. Curse them.

Ron paused once he was completely nude. Just as he thought, his cock had grown. It was a good seven inches now with some added girth to it. If this was one of the benefits of the allure, then he needed to ask Fleur to hit him every day from now on.

"Will it shrink?" Ron asked. For a moment the lust fueled haze parted.

"Non." Fleur answered. Her fingers trailed along his chest. "The allure inspires your full potential."

"Wish we did this back during fifth year." Ron chuckled.

"But then." Her hand loosely stroked his hardness. "We would not be here now."

Ron gritted his teeth, fighting against the roaring need to cum. Fleur let go, shifting her grip to his shoulders. With strength that belied her form, she tossed Ron onto the bed. The shift in location eased the need for an orgasm.

He landed on his back. His arms spread out to the side instinctively to grab for something. Confusion mingled with the mild panic as something reached out for him. Soft strips of fabric wrapped around his wrists. They pulled taught, holding his arms above his head.

"Trust me." Fleur purred as she stood at the edge of the bed. "It is for the best."

Ron was about to argue when she began to disrobe. All higher thought escaped him. Fleur was a masterpiece made real. Her breasts were perky without a hint of sag even after having a child. Perfect, pert pink nipples capped them just begging to be licked. His breath caught in his chest as her dress fell away, unveiling her entire body.

Fleur crawled up onto the bed, slinking her way between his legs. His eyes widened as she began to bite along his thighs. The small sharp flashes of pain only enhanced his need for her. She nuzzled his sack before giving each testicle a kiss.

"You smell so virile." She moaned. "Such strong seed."

She locked eyes with him. Ron desperately wanted to grab her head. He needed her mouth on his cock. A long, wavering moan escaped his lips as she licked one side of his member and then the other like an ice-cream cone on a hot day. Pre-cum spurted from his tip which Fleur happily caught with her tongue.

Fleur took the head of his cock in her mouth. Ron couldn't fight it. His hips lurched forward. He erupted in her mouth, cumming harder than he thought possible. Fleur swirled her tongue around the head of his cock once he was finished, making sure to get every last drop.

Ron groaned. He finally got his chance with Fleur, and he popped off before she could even start a proper blow job.

"Do not worry, Ronald." She smiled up at him. "As I said, there are benefits to my allure."

Fleur chuckled. She sloppily kissed along his length. Another wave of that wonderful warmth returned the slight bit of hardness that had fled with his orgasm. His eyes rolled back in his head as she took the head of his cock in her mouth once more. She easily swallowed his entire length on the first bob.

"As tasty as you are." She said as she stopped her bobbing. "There is more that I want from you."

Fleur crawled up his body. Her progress was marked by quick bites along his torse. He practically came again when she ran her teeth along his nipples.

"Don't hold back." Fleur whispered in his ear. "You will cum many, many times tonight and I will enjoy each one."

Fleur guided the head of his dick to her glorious lower lips. She played it along her wetness, teasing him with her warmth. Ron moaned, trying to push forward. Her grip held him in place.

He opened his mouth to speak, to beg for her to continue. Instead, he moaned as she sheathed his length inside up to the hilt. Their hips touched, marked in a single clap of skin on skin. Ron came again, somehow even harder than the last. Rope after rope painted her walls.

Fleur leaned forward, placing her lips on his ear. She nibbled it, waiting for him to return to his full hardness once more.

"Such strong seed you have." She whispered in his ear. "Are you trying to knock me up?"

Ron growled. The thought of her carrying his child lit a fire inside of him. He didn't care if she was his brother's wife. In fact, that made it all the more enticing. He thrusted his hips, reaching as deep as he could. Fleur grabbed his shoulders, bracing herself. She moaned as she rode his wild bucking.

She spared a quick look over her shoulder. Bill sat nearby in a comfortable chair. It was angled to provide the optimal view. She smiled at her husband before turning her attention back to the man underneath her.

Fleur began to match his thrusts with her own. Their bodies clapped loudly with each touch.

Ron was a man possessed. He wanted to get her pregnant. He wanted to steal her from his brother. He wanted this every day for the rest of his life. Another orgasm rocked his body. This time he felt Fleur tighten around him. Somehow he was able to cum just as hard as the last time.

His mind cleared briefly. No, he wouldn't steal her. That would be horrible. But he would definitely be back for more.