Satisfying Victoire's Needs CH.1

Victoire Weasley was waiting impatiently in her bedroom for her boyfriend Teddy Lupin to come home from work. The twenty-year-old, sexy blonde witch was dressed in a sheer black babydoll negligee tonight, hoping to surprise her lover upon his arrival. As she lay on the bed on her side, reclining in a sexy pose, Victoire adjusted the hem of her dress, pulling it up a little to expose the creamy skin of her thighs while crossing her legs together to give only a slight glimpse of the crotch of her lacy panties. Finally, as the clock on the wall struck 8 o'clock, there was a loud crack outside in the yard, signifying Teddy's arrival.

Victoire's heart started beating faster in excitement as the front door opened and she could hear the sound of her boyfriend's feet approaching the bedroom. She tossed her loose blonde hair over her left shoulder, exposing her soft, slender neck to view. Finally, a few seconds later, Teddy arrived at the bedroom door and stopped in surprise at the threshold as he saw his girlfriend lying in wait for him.

Victoire smiled widely in satisfaction at the gobsmacked look on her boyfriend's face. Her lips curling upwards in delight, she quickly got up from the bed and began making her way toward him, shaking her large hips sexily from side to side as she did so. As she came to a stop in front of Teddy, Victoire slid her hands around his neck and leaned up on her toes to kiss him. She pecked him softly on the lips before moving down to kiss along his jawline.

"I'm so happy you're home, Teddy," she breathed to him in a seductive whisper while caressing her fingers through his soft brown hair, "I've been waiting for you so badly, darling."

Her words caused Teddy to gulp audibly in nervousness as he saw the telltale signs of lust in his girlfriend's bright blue eyes. Clearly, Victoire was feeling particularly horny tonight, despite the two of them having had sex just earlier in the morning. For Teddy, that was one of the biggest drawbacks of dating a Veela. Sure, Victoire was drop-dead gorgeous compared to any other woman out there but unlike regular girls, her sexual appetite was also much larger. As a result, no matter how much sex the two of them had regularly, Teddy could never manage to keep her satisfied for long enough. Sooner or later, Victoire always returned demanding more from him.

This, in turn, left Teddy feeling tired all the time. His entire reserves of energy were spent on keeping Victoire sexually satisfied, leaving none for work. Not only that, Teddy's girlfriend was also a far more adventurous person in bed compared to him. Unlike him, Victoire wasn't happy with simple missionary sex, instead, she always wanted to try out different positions and techniques whenever they were together. It took everything Teddy had just to keep up with her.

Realizing that Victoire wanted to have sex again, Teddy opened his mouth to tell her that he was tired, but he never got the chance because, before he could tell her, she grabbed his hand and led him towards the bed, pushing him down on it. Teddy let out a soft grunt as he fell onto his back on the mattress with Victoire quickly climbing onto his lap. She leaned down over him, bringing her face to his neck, and nuzzling him. Her breasts pressed firmly against his chest and she began to move her hips in gentle circles on top of Teddy's crotch, trying to rouse his soft cock inside his trousers to full attention.

Victoire let out a huff in displeasure as almost a minute passed and Teddy remained flaccid despite her ministrations. "What's wrong, babe? Why are you not getting hard?" she asked Teddy softly, gazing at his face while gently trailing her right index finger across his chest.

Meanwhile, Teddy finally decided enough was enough. He turned his head away from Victoire, pushing her off of his lap. "Vic, please stop. I'm not really in the mood right now, to be honest. It was a really busy day at work and I just want to go to sleep, okay?"

As she found herself being discarded to the side by her boyfriend, Victoire couldn't help but feel outraged. "Theodore Remus Lupin! How dare you refuse me?" she asked her boyfriend in an angry voice. Unfortunately, her words had no effect on Teddy who didn't seem to listen to her as he simply got up from the bed and headed towards the adjoined bathroom, intent on taking a shower.

Victoire let out a furious noise at the back of her throat as Teddy vanished inside the bathroom, leaving her hanging. She grabbed a pillow from the bed and threw it across the room at the wall in anger. Unfortunately, that didn't make Victoire feel much better. She was still as horny as before only now without her boyfriend there to relieve her pressure.

In the end, Victoire had no choice but to take matters into her own hands. She took off her clothes and got under the covers before using her wand to conjure a big rubber dildo and beginning to play with her pussy. Unfortunately for Victoire, the dildo while a useful tool most of the time for her, frustratingly enough didn't do the job tonight. Ultimately, what she really needed was some good fucking by a real dick and it wasn't that.

By the time, Teddy returned from his shower ten minutes later, Victoire was in a really bad mood as she was unable to find her release no matter how hard she tried. She noticed her boyfriend giving her a curious look as he joined her in the bed and immediately turned her back on him, silently showing off her displeasure to Teddy.

Lying on her side, Victoire waited for Teddy to do something, maybe apologize to her for his earlier actions and then give her what she wanted, but she was left bitterly disappointed as he simply turned off the lights and went to sleep.

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The Next Morning -

Victoire was still in a foul mood when she arrived at work the next morning. Entering through the front doors of the Phoenix Flight Field—the home stadium of the seven-time British Quidditch League champions, the Holyhead Harpies—Victoire barely acknowledged the cheerful greeting from Kyle, the chubby, redheaded man working the morning shift at the receptionist desk. Instead, she swiftly made her way to the back of the building, into the employees' locker room on the left-hand side, where she changed into her work outfit.

Once she had changed out of her casual clothes and into her proper uniform, Victoire got started on her work as the kit person for the Holyhead Harpies. She grabbed a large hamper filled with the freshly laundered jerseys of the players before making her way to the team's changing room. Victoire smiled for the first time that morning as she came face-to-face with the larger-than-life poster of Gwenog Jones inside the Harpies' locker room. The lifelike image of the beautiful brunette witch astride her Firebolt 2012 during the Quidditch Cup final was a real sight to behold. Even after working here for the past four months, it was still an unbelievable feeling for Victoire that she was working at the same place where her childhood hero became a legend almost ten years ago.

Shaking herself out of the momentary reverie, Victoire snapped back to reality and resumed her duties before Coach Potter caught her daydreaming inside the locker room. She didn't want to imagine how many laps he would make her run around the Quidditch pitch in punishment. So, Victoire efficiently hung the players' jerseys at their respective locker spaces, ensuring each one was neatly arranged alongside their kits and broomsticks. Once that was done, Victoire turned her attention to the scattered items around the room. Quidditch gear including pads and helmets, discarded towels, and a few rogue Quaffles were strewn about everywhere. With a wide sweep of her wand, the blonde witch sent the misplaced belongings to their respective places.

As she finished tidying up the place, Victoire couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building inside of her. Now, with no more work left for her to do here, she could go out to the Quidditch Pitch and observe the players training in the middle. After all, that was the main reason Victoire had accepted this job in the first place when Teddy's godfather had offered it to her. So, she could improve her amateur skills as a chaser while following around the pros of the top team of the Quidditch league.

However, as she turned to leave, Victoire suddenly heard the sound of the shower turning on in the bathroom. Her eyebrows climbed upwards in surprise, as she had thought there was nobody else here. But apparently, she was wrong. Curious, Victoire headed into the bathroom to check out what was going on. Following the sound of the water droplets hitting the floor tiles, she made her way past rows and rows of shower stalls before coming to a stop in front of a pretty unbelievable sight.

Victoire's jaw was almost hanging on the floor in astonishment as she watched the head coach of Holyhead Harpies and the godfather of her boyfriend, Harry Potter, fucking the captain of the Quidditch team Gwenog Jones against the wall. They were both under the shower completely naked with Harry carrying Gwenog in his arms, and driving his long, thick cock into her pussy repeatedly while she kept her legs wrapped around his middle, holding on for dear life.

Fortunately, Victoire remembered to duck behind the corner before her presence could be registered by the other two persons. From her hiding place behind a wide column, she listened to the sound of Miss Gwenog's loud moans as the other witch received the pounding of her life courtesy of Harry.

Unable to help her curiosity, Victoire glanced around the corner for a second and shuddered as her eyes immediately locked onto Harry's large dick disappearing in and out of Miss Gwenog's fluttering pussy. He was holding her up in the air, her back pressed up against the wall while slamming his cock over and over again deep inside of her. Unable to tear her gaze away from the sexy sight in front of her, Victoire happened to notice something interesting. Even from a distance, her sharp blue eyes caught sight of streaks of white girl cum clinging to Harry's fat dick as it thrust in and out of Miss Gwenog's tight little pussy, clear proof of just how much the brunette was enjoying herself with him and his wonderful dick.

Undoubtedly, it was a completely different case when compared to her own sex life with her boyfriend Teddy. During the entire course of their relationship, never even once Teddy had fucked Victoire so good that she creamed on his cock. In fact, the sad truth was that most of the time he barely even managed to make her cum during sex. This, in turn, made it even more fascinating for Victoire to observe how Harry was rocking Miss Gwenog's world with his dick. It wasn't something that she had experienced personally in life.

Finally, after a few minutes of spying on Harry or Miss Gwenog having sex, Victoire decided to beat a hasty retreat before she was discovered by either of them. Despite not wanting to stop watching the sexy show in front of her, she carefully backed out of the bathroom before quickly making her way to the Quidditch pitch.

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Victoire spent the rest of the morning flying around on her broom, doing practice drills with most of the players on the field. Unfortunately for her, however, she couldn't perform to her usual high standards. She missed simple throws from her teammates and even failed to score any goals during the entire time she was in the air. In reality, Victoire was still distracted by what she'd seen just before arriving for training. Her mind was filled with the images of her captain and coach having animalistic sex in the team locker room. Only in place of Miss Gwenog, it was Victoire herself who was getting fucked by Harry and receiving such overwhelming pleasure in turn.

So, as a result, by the time she floated back down to the ground during lunchtime, Victoire was feeling more aroused than she had ever felt before in her life. Her panties underneath her Quidditch robes were soaked completely with her juices causing them to cling tightly to her bald pussy.

As her feet touched down on the grassy pitch, Victoire climbed down from her broom before following the rest of the players to the cafeteria. She was almost halfway there when she suddenly got an idea inside her head. Victoire looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to her before changing direction to the team locker room. Inside, she took a quick shower to wash off the sweat that she had built up from the practice, then changed into a fresh pair of training robes.

Once she had finished dressing, Victoire admired her reflection in the mirror. The blonde-haired Veela was wearing a standard yellow Quidditch robe that hugged her curvaceous body but underneath that, she was completely naked. Victoire couldn't help but giggle playfully to herself as she thought about what she was planning to do next. It was such a bold idea that a part of her wanted to call herself crazy for even thinking about doing this. However, Victoire had made up her mind. She was going to do this no matter what.

After making sure she looked good enough in her outfit, Victoire began making her way to Coach Harry's office on the second floor. She kept her head down, not meeting anyone's eyes in the corridors in case someone stopped her for a chat. Finally, Victoire arrived at her destination. She quickly ducked inside Harry's office using an unlocking charm before shutting the door behind her.

As she stood in the middle of the room, it finally dawned on Victoire what she was going to do. However, rather than feeling any sort of nervousness, she felt a burst of excitement at the prospect of seducing Harry. After all, if she succeeded, she would get to have a wonderful time with his magnificent dick. So, Victoire quickly shrugged off her Quidditch robe, letting it slide down her body and onto the carpeted floor.

Once she was fully naked, Victoire wandered over to Harry's desk and slid down into the space underneath it. She then settled in to wait for his arrival. Luckily, she didn't have to wait for long, as Harry arrived only a few minutes later from the pitch. He hung his cloak on a stand before making his way around his desk, sitting down in the chair at the front.

Victoire smiled, realizing this was her opportunity. She got out slightly from under her hiding place, sitting down on her knees in between Harry's legs while placing her hands on his thighs. Her action caused Teddy's godfather to jump slightly in surprise. He looked down at her with wide eyes, "Victoire, what the hell are you doing here?!" he asked her in shock, noticing that she was completely naked in front of him.

In response, Victoire shot Harry a saucy smile, rubbing her hand dangerously close to his crotch. "I was waiting for you to come back, Coach. So, that I could give you a surprise," she replied, giving him a sultry wink.

Harry's eyebrows climbed upwards at Victoire's answer and he shot her a disbelieving look, "Have you lost your mind, Victoire? Do you think Teddy would be okay with this? Aren't you two still dating?"

Victoire rolled her eyes at Harry's question. "What Teddy doesn't know won't hurt him, Harry," she told him with an amused smile before looking up at him sexily through her thick lashes, squeezing her breasts together, "Besides, are you really going to turn me away when I'm right here in front of you completely naked?"

In response, Harry's bright green eyes automatically flicked down to Victoire's large breasts, over her beautiful, pink nipples and he couldn't help but lick his lips in desire. "What brought this on, Vic?" he asked the blonde in curiosity, using her nickname from childhood, wondering why she was doing this all of a sudden, "I mean, I never thought you were so attracted to me?"

Victoire continued to play with her tits as she replied, "That was before I saw you fucking Miss Gwenog with your horsecock, Harry," she told him, biting her bottom lip sexily. "The way you were giving it to her inside the locker room, it was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life."

Harry's cock jumped inside his pants at Victoire's answer. His reaction wasn't missed by the blonde-haired Veela whose lush pink lips curled upwards in a grin. "See, even little Harry wants to come out to play," she teased Harry, placing her hand on his cock and giving him a little squeeze.

Harry could feel the last of his resistance crumble away in the face of Victoire's efforts. She was just far too beautiful for him to reject out of hand. In the end, he decided Victoire was right that what Teddy didn't know wouldn't hurt him. So, with his mind made up, Harry placed his underneath her chin and leaned his face down towards her, looking her in the eyes, "So, you really want my cock, huh?" he asked her softly before continuing, "But are you sure you can handle it?"

Victoire nodded slowly, looking completely serious. "Yes, I promise I can handle it, Harry," she replied to him almost desperately.

Harry nodded in response to Victoire's answer before starting to unbutton his jeans. "Alright, let's show me what you've got," he told the blonde-haired girl as he pulled out his humungous cock from inside his trousers and into view.