*Harry struck without mercy or pity. He knew he literally had Fleur in the palm of his quite wet hand. In a cunning attack, he gently but firmly pulled the skin of Fleurs' woman hood up, exposing her throbbing clit to the heated air, latching on to it with his teeth to gently hold it in place. He slid the now throbbing dildo home, focusing it directly on her g spot, sending strong pulses of magic to the tip. Harry began to rapidly flick his wet tongue at her trapped clit, as her thighs clamped down on his head. He channeled even more magic through the tip of his tongue, while visualizing a snake, triggering his Parseltongue talent. Harry felt her arch and begin to convulse almost uncontrollably, and added the final touch, sliding his soaked middle finger into her rectum and alternating the pulsing magic into her arse. The heels that had been pounding his back vanished, as her legs went straight out, the toes clenching uncontrollably. Her animalistic howls echoed throughout the chamber, as she vocally expressed her feelings.
Fleur had slammed her hands flat onto the altar, and could feel her nails gouging the golden surface. She couldn't speak, couldn't think, couldn't control herself! She felt her body buck and suddenly she reached down to pull Harry up, closer, away, something! ANYTHING! Her hands dug into the old fedora, and that small infernal voice asked an odd question.*
Easily the hottest two paragraphs in fanfiction.