Fleur and Victoire Delacour, standing there with needy looks in their eyes, blushes on their faces, and bitten lower lips. Not much else beyond that… save for the slutty cheerleader uniforms each had on. From skirts that barely went over their fat asses to 'tops' that were really just pasties with tassels on them to cover their nipples, they were the sluttiest looking cheerleaders that Harry had ever laid his eyes on, done up in the colors of his team.
As soon as they lay eyes upon him, they jump into a routine, singing in unison as they bounce up and down, shaking their pom-poms as WELL as their 'pom-poms' around.
"Harry, Harry, he's our man, if he can't do it, no one can!"
Perhaps it's not all that inspired or anything like that, but then, the peppy cheer itself isn't really the point. The point is to draw his eye to how their bodies are moving, and of course their lack of underwear, the glistening, dripping states of their respective cunts obvious to his eyes, even as he steps forward, admiring them both with a slow nod.
It's time to celebrate. After all, the final game of the Quidditch Season had just taken place, and Harry had once again won the League Cup for his team. But that doesn't mean he's going to make it EASY for Fleur and Victoire to get what they want, the needy sluts. Instead, he stops a few feet away from them and watches as they very nearly vibrate with anticipation. His wicked grin grows while they begin to realize he's not going to make the first move as they initially thought.
Fleur is first to pipe up, licking her lips salaciously as she puts her pom-poms down and stares hungrily at Harry's cock.
"Oh my… Victoire, I think we're making it very hard for our Quidditch Superstar to think properly right now… perhaps we should help him out."
Victoire, meanwhile, is affecting more of a ditzy bimbo attitude at the moment, though she too sets aside her pom-poms as she giggles in a silly manner.
"Like, totally! It's our duty to make sure such a big, strong, important player is all taken care of, hee-hee~"
Fleur glances sidelong at her daughter, and Victoire winks at her, before prancing forward. Or more accurately, she basically bounces forward, her breasts going boing, boing, boing all the way over to him. She drops to her knees in front of the unmoving statue that is her Master, even as Harry watches on with a raised eyebrow. Fleur has to scramble to catch up, but soon enough, both mother and daughter are knelt before him, their hands working together to extract his cock from its confines.
Of course, once his erection is out in the open, such cooperation and teamwork dies a quick death. Both of the sexy, slutty cheerleaders hurry to be the first to wrap their sizable tits around Harry's cock, and they end up smashing their boobies into one another in the process, enveloping his entire length quite nicely, even as they glare daggers at each other, inherently competitive as usual.
Harry just smiles, even as he groans in enjoyment of the dual titjob he's now getting from his slutty bimbo cheerleaders. Reaching out, he slides a hand through the silver-blonde hair of both mother and daughter, and pushes them forward, causing them to kiss around the head of his cock, which ends up sliding up between their dueling tongues and mashing lips every once in a while, as they both run their tits up and down his length.
Competition is to be encouraged, in some ways. After all, has his entire life not been a competition, of sorts? Chuckling at the thought, Harry tightens his grip up for a moment, and forces both 'cheerleaders' to look up at him.
"Let's play a little game, girls. I'm definitely going to be fucking both of you… but whoever gets me to cum first will be the first one I'll fuck."
Victoire proves to be a bit faster on the draw then her mother, and before Fleur can react, the younger veela is inhaling his cock, eagerly beginning to deep-throat his big fat dick as she bobs up and down his member. Fleur growls at this, and eventually reaches out and drags Victoire off.
"You're too desperate, Victoire. Let me show you how a REAL veela does it."
Then, SHE descends down Harry's member, just as sluttily, just as recklessly, moaning and drooling and slobbering everywhere. Harry really doesn't see much difference between their individual techniques, if he's being honest, but at the same time, he's also enjoying himself immensely, so he sees no reason to call Fleur out on it.
Regardless, Victoire soon does the same thing as her mother, tearing her head back and taking over again. Things are getting a little vicious though, so Harry steps in here with a sigh and a chuckle, shaking his head as he takes hold of BOTH of them once more.
"Now, now… play nice, girls. We'll trade off from now on, on MY time. One minute for each of you to impress me. No more, no less."
"Yes Master…"
"As you say, Master~"
Harry pushes Fleur down his cock, and begins to face fuck her, groaning as he forces her up and down his member.
"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"
But by the time a minute comes to an end, despite the gurgling, drooling mess he's made out of the older veela, he's still not cum. So, Harry switches off to Victoire, giving her a chance to 'wow' him. Of course, given who he is and what he can do, it would be entirely within Harry's power to CHOOSE the winner of this little competition. After all, he's the one who controls when he cums, not these two little veela cheerleader sluts.
They probably know that as well, but they still put their all into trying to make him give up his seed. And in the interest of fairness, Harry doesn't hold back. He lets his release come naturally, over time, through the combined efforts of mother and daughter. In the end though, the moment when his balls are milked of cum and his cock explodes in a torrent of jizz happens during Fleur's turn, the older veela's cheeks chipmunking out and his seed exploding out of her nostrils and the side of her mouth, even as she drinks the majority of his load down like a good little bimbo.
Victoire pouts mightily, but otherwise accepts her defeat with grace, pulling away as Harry drags Fleur off his dick and then spins her around, pulling her hips towards him.
"It seems we have our winner…"
As he murmurs this, Harry presses his cockhead into Fleur's cunt and then proceeds to slam forward, impaling her on his big, fat dick in one go. He hilts himself inside of her, and Fleur's eyes roll back in her head as he penetrates her cervix directly, beginning to womb-fuck her right from the very beginning. Her tongue lolls out of her mouth, and she moans wantonly as she orgasms around his cock, her inner walls clenching and squeezing quite uselessly along his pistoning member.
Victoire watches all of this with jealous eyes, biting her lower lip and touching herself slowly, carefully, keeping her pleasure at a slow simmer as she waits for the moment that he takes HER instead, that he fucks HER instead. Harry, seeing this, decides to let Victoire have some pleasure before the time comes. After all, he enjoys his veela pets nice and sopping wet.
Reaching out, Harry grabs hold of Fleur by her hair, pulling her head back as he fucks into her. Grinning at Victoire, he lifts an eyebrow and nods his head down to her mother's face.
"Are you going to take your consolation prize, darling?"
Victoire's eyes widen, and then she eagerly moves into position. A moment later, and Fleur is carpet-munching her own daughter, eating out Victoire's cunt without a choice in the matter as Harry transfers over control of the older veela's head to her daughter's practiced hands. Victoire moans and uses one hand to grind Fleur's face into her cunt, even as the other gropes and teases one of her own tits. She arches her back, jutting out her chest to Harry, and showing off her glistening, sweat-covered body as the debauchery continues.
Meanwhile, Harry is still fucking Fleur with all his might. Pounding into the veela from behind, he has his hands gripping tightly at her wide hips, his cock buried in her clenching cunt. He fucks her as hard as he can, pounding into the pale, silver-blonde woman again and again. His hands come up under Fleur, and he leans over her as he grabs her tits and squeezes them harshly.
The older veela moans into her daughter's cunt, even as her voluptuous, curvaceous form bounces and jiggles with every thrust Harry makes. The three of them are lost in the throes of debauchery for some time, his cock plunging into Fleur's depths, Fleur's tongue plunging into Victoire's, Victoire's eyes drifting shut as she cries out in ecstasy from the entire experience.
Harry cums, but he doesn't stop. He's not going to stop until Fleur is left in a comatose state, fucked silly by his big, fat cock. That's exactly what Harry is aiming for, and eventually, the time comes when Fleur is filled with his jizz and no longer coherent. Only then, after he's left three thick loads of seed in her fertile womb, does Harry pull out of her.
Seeing this, Victoire eagerly pulls back as well, the slutty younger veela eager for her turn. She stands up, and her breasts bounce as her tasseled pasties do the same, while her skirt swishes provocatively. Harry chuckles, holding his cock in one hand and beckoning her forward with the other. As soon as she's in range, Harry spins Victoire around and bends her forward a bit. He impales her on his cock first and foremost, and then he lifts her, both with his hands and his massive schlong, letting her fall all the way down his dick.
With his arms hooked under Victoire's legs, Harry carry-fucks the young veela over to her discarded pom-poms.
"Pick 'em up."
Victoire leans forward to do so, moaning throatily all the while. Once she's retrieved her pom-poms, Harry begins fucking her in earnest, bouncing her up and down on his cock as he stands there in the middle of the living room, grunting as he does so. For a little while, the room is filled with nothing but the sounds of Victoire's throaty moans and Harry's deep groans as he fucks her nice and deep, his cock slamming up into her womb, just as he did with her mother. But he wouldn't have had Victoire pick up the pom-poms again if he didn't have PLANS for them.
"Go on, slut. Give me another cheer."
At first, Victoire doesn't seem to hear him. So, he stops bouncing her up and down on his cock for a moment, letting her recover enough that she can finally start speaking. Only once she's started cheering does he begin fucking her again.
"H-Harry, Harry… w-watch out, ooh, for our man H-Harry! Harry, Harry, he can, a-ah, go all night long! G-Goooo Harry-EEEEEEE!"
The end of her cheer coincides perfectly with an explosive orgasm, and Harry just chuckles as he reaches around Victoire's front and tears the pasties away from her breasts, just as he'd done with her mother. He grabs and squeezes the younger veela's titties hard, practically mauling them as Victoire's follow up chants and cheers grow more and more incomprehensible, her pom-pom work starting out strong but slowly weakening.
Eventually, she's like a ragdoll on his cock, bouncing up and down on his member more because he's doing the bouncing than anything she's doing. This is why the Delacour women love their beloved Master so much. There's no muggle man in the world that could handle two veela, let alone four, like Harry does. Hell, there's not many wizards who could handle ONE veela out there either.
But Harry is power incarnate, and even as he fucks Victoire in oblivion, just as he did her mother, she can feel his essence, just as her mother could. The magic within him is just so unbelievably beautiful, so amazing… Victoire's eyes roll back in her head one last time and her tongue lolls out of her mouth, and she tastes sweet, sweet oblivion as she climaxes HARD around Harry's cock.
Meanwhile, Harry grunts and finds himself being milked of another load, his seed filling Victoire's womb for the third time, just as it had her mother. It seemed three of his loads was about the limit for both Fleur and Victoire Delacour. An interesting result to that experiment, to be sure. Chuckling, Harry pulls out of the younger of the two veela, and lets her fall to the floor, face first.
Moving over to an armchair that lets him see both of his cheerleader sluts, Harry sits down on it and observes the mother-daughter duo for a moment. Both are face down, ass up at the moment. Both are leaking his cum out of their well-fucked cunts. And both… aren't NEARLY done yet. With a wave of his hand, Harry imparts some energy to Fleur and Victoire, watching as the two veela come back to consciousness with a sudden, sharp intake of breath.
They rise from the floor in unison, their heads tracking left and right until eventually, their eyes land on his cock at the same exact time. Racing over, both mother and daughter slurp and suck at his cock, lapping up and down as Harry lounges rather lazily, smiling and watching them both. He reaches out and brushes his fingers through Victoire's hair, and then Fleur's, but he doesn't grab or grip this time, merely petting them as they each work over half of his shaft, staring up at him with their beautiful, crystal-blue eyes.
"Once we're done here, we'll be going to visit Gabrielle and Apolline, for an extended family reunion."
It's not a suggestion, nor a request. It's a simple statement of fact, and a command if Fleur and Victoire want to think of it as such. After all, their presence is mandatory. Still, mother and daughter share a glance, and Harry knows that they're both slightly put-out by the idea of having to share him with anyone else. Hell, if either of them had the choice, they probably wouldn't even share him with each other, the horny, over-zealous little minxes.
At the same time though, they know deep down inside that none of them can handle Harry alone. Sure, they may have to wait a little longer to get fucked into a pleasure coma, but they still WILL be fucked in the end. Harry doesn't run out of stamina, he doesn't run out of endurance. They've never found his upper limits. It's part of what makes him such an amazing Quidditch Player. Truth be told, it's probably unfair, just how powerful he is. But Quidditch has never been a very well-regulated sport to begin with, and inherent magical superiority isn't banned from the field.
Regardless, neither of them raises any sort of protest. Instead, they look back to him with the same amount of submissive love and devotion as usual in their blue eyes.
"Of course, Master."
"As you say, Master."
Harry just grins. NOW he tightens his grip on their heads, pulling their hair slightly as he leans forward and chuckles darkly.
"Right answer, my little cheerleader sluts. For being such good little toys, we won't go see them until AFTER I've had my way with both of you once again."
And as he drags Victoire up into his lap for Round Two, he can see the excitement in her eyes, and the eyes of her mother, as he begins to put them each in a brand-new pleasure coma.
-x-X-x-
Gabrielle and Apolline both fidget, as they await Harry's arrival. Mother and daughter share a glance, here and there, taking some solace in one another's presence. Unlike Victoire and Fleur, Gabrielle and Apolline have taken a slightly less competitive approach to everything. They've come to realize that they aren't strong enough to handle Harry alone, and unlike Fleur and Victoire, who continue to delude themselves with their constant competition, Apolline and Gabrielle are content to be tools for their beloved Master and mate to use. Harry James Potter… their conqueror.
Though, there was no denying that he was a LITTLE late. They'd been waiting for him and the others for half an hour now. Something must have happened, but neither was about to go and check. If something DID happen, they were secure in their confidence that it was likely by Harry's design. Interrupting would only cause him to be rather cross with whoever decided to step into things.
Finally, though, the floo flares up, and mother and daughter both straighten to attention, side by side, waiting for their Master's eminent arrival. Harry steps out of the green fire, seemingly alone at first. However, a moment later, Gabrielle and Apolline get to watch as the comatose, twitching, fucked silly bodies of Fleur and Victoire are floated through behind him, clearly levitated by Harry's magic, not that he's paying them any mind.
No, his eyes are only for Gabrielle and Apolline, who both blush and try to stand as still as possible as his gaze roams up and down their bodies. Whereas Fleur and Victoire's slutty cheerleader outfits were Harry's idea and preplanned, he hadn't really come up with anything for the other half of the Delacour veela. Instead, he figured he'd leave it up to fate, and see what they came up with.
So, imagine Harry's surprise and pleasure at their decisions. Finding the two gorgeous silver-blonde veela in slutty French maid uniforms was a treat indeed. Especially since all four Delacour women were also French witches, as well as veela. It was easy at times to forget that but seeing the Delacour Matriarch and her youngest daughter in the sexy, slutty, frilly white and black uniforms now is a very nice reminder indeed.
A slow grin spreads across Harry's face, and he nods in approval, causing blushes and smiles to break out across Gabrielle and Apolline's faces as well. He swirls a finger in the air, and at his unspoken command, both mother and daughter do a little twirl, showing off their shapely behinds, where the back of the slutty maid uniform rides up for easy access. Both of them are wearing white stockings and white garter belts, but much like Victoire and Fleur, neither have panties on… once again, for easy access.
Nodding his approval yet again, Harry lets out a happy sigh.
"Absolutely wonderful. Just… perfect. Is everything prepared for my arrival?"
It's Apolline who responds, adopting the role of "head maid' as she clasps her hands in front of herself and bows her head slightly.
"Yes sir. It's just I and Gabrielle left on the grounds for the entire weekend. You'll have the place… and us, all to yourself. Your humble, loyal maids are at your service."
Harry doesn't fail to notice how the low-cut nature of Apolline's maid uniform, combined with her clasping hands having the added (or more likely, intended) effect of pushing her tits together with her arms gives him a very nice view of her cleavage. Chuckling again, Harry just shakes his head.
"Humble… right."
Apolline and Gabrielle both lick their lips and smile at that, showing off their bodies this way and that, their pale flesh a juxtaposition against the skimpy, mostly black maid uniforms. It's Gabrielle who pipes up, speaking in a cutesy voice as she bats her eyelashes at him.
"If you have it, flaunt it, right Master? U-Unless you want us to cover up some more… we can do that, if you wish…"
Even Apolline looks at her youngest daughter askance for a moment, while Harry just laughs at Gabrielle's impudence.
"Impetuous little minx… I'm going to go put Fleur and Victoire to bed for a short rest. When I'm done, I'll meet you both in the dining hall. I'm absolutely fucking famished, so there better be food waiting for me, alongside my slutty, impish maids. Am I understood?"
"Yes sir!"
"Right away, sir!"
Harry just smiles and shakes his head again, before walking off down the hall with Fleur and Victoire hovering behind him, like he owns the place. Which, given he owns the place's owner, everything around him effectively belongs to him. Apolline would probably make it official, if he deemed it necessary, but Harry didn't really see the point in doing something like that, to be perfectly honest.
-x-X-x-
The food is delicious, and Harry isn't ashamed to admit that he eats like a pig for a good ten minutes before even acknowledging the two beautiful veela maids in the room, waiting for his attention. Sure, he's magically powerful, sure he can go on for ages… but his metabolism has been somewhat enhanced for a long time now. He'd started out life as a scrawny little thing, malnourished and mistreated by his aunt and her fat husband and son.
But after Voldemort's second defeat, after he'd become an adult and all that stuff, Harry had had access to the kind of gold that could fix such developmental issues. So long as you were rich, you could get your hands on the types of potions that could do just about anything. Still, as a result, Harry's metabolism had been somewhat inhuman for most of his adult life. He could go on and on forever, like some sort of never-ending human battery, but he also put away a LOT of fucking food, when he got done to it.
Luckily for Apolline and Gabrielle, they did not disappoint. When he finally showed up in the opulent dining hall, there was indeed a veritable feast waiting for him on the table. After eating to his heart's content for a little while however, Harry does finally slow down. Wiping his face clean, he snaps his fingers.
"Attend me."
Gabrielle and Apolline eagerly approach, the two veela happily coming up along either side of him as they lean in close, offering their cleavage and their bodies up.
"How may we serve you, Master?"
That's Gabrielle, and she bats her eyelashes and smiles coyly again as she says it. Harry just smiles back at her, before pointing under the table.
"You'll be serving me here, my naughtiest maid. Put that mouth of yours to better use, won't you?"
Gabrielle flushes, but the honest, happy smile on her face gives way to the truth. She wanted this, from the very moment she started acting all impish and impudent. Falling to her knees, the veela hurries to crawl under the table, as if he's going to take away the chance to choke on his cock from her. Soon enough, she's settled herself between his legs, and has placed his cock in her mouth.
Harry slides one hand under the table and proceeds to set a pace for Gabrielle to match, fucking her face on his dick for a few moments, before pulling away. To her credit, the veela slut keeps it up even after he's brought his hand back up above the table, forcing herself to choke and gag and gurgle on his dick to keep up with the pace he's set for her.
"Hulghk! Hulghk! Hulghk!"
Meanwhile, Apolline is still leaning into his side. When she reaches out and takes some of the food from his plate, a turkey drumstick, and brings it to his mouth, Harry just gives her a look of amusement, before biting in. Sliding a hand around Apolline's waist, he pulls her in closer, even as his fingers dip down below the skirt of her frilly maid uniform, allowing him to slip a couple of digits in and begin fingering her.
Things continue in a similar vein for a little while. Gabrielle remains under the table, deep-throating his cock, while Apolline sensually feeds him food at a far slower and more casual pace than Harry himself had been eating. At the same time, however, the Delacour Matriarch is whispering sweet nothings in his ear. While Apolline and Gabrielle weren't necessarily competitive, that didn't stop the older veela GILF from vying for the first chance at his cock.
She whispers to him how much of a naughty, dirty maid her daughter has been, how Gabrielle doesn't DESERVE to be dicked first. She even tries to use her fake, temporary title as Head Maid to get her way. All the while, she's feeding him, and Gabrielle is hard at work under the table. The younger veela has never once let up, even for a moment, her efforts remaining stalwart and steadfast, all the way through. Perhaps those weren't the kind of words one would usually use for fellatio, but when she was doing her absolute best to fuck her OWN face on his cock, Harry couldn't help but be a little impressed.
Which was why he decided to take things up a notch, having had his full of the veritable feast presented before him at this point. Stabbing his fingers up into Apolline's cunt, Harry applies a bit of magic to the equation as well, watching with sparkling eyes as the self-proclaimed 'head maid' gasps and then doubles over, climaxing explosively, the fork she was holding clattering from her hand as she has to hold onto him for support.
When she's done, Harry abruptly stands up, his cock leaving Gabrielle's throat as his magic rushes out of him, catching Apolline in its grasp and lifting her up into the air.
"M-Master?!"
Smirking, Harry just shakes his head.
"You were just calling your fellow maid naughty, but now look what you've done. You know you're not allowed to orgasm without permission. I'll have to punish you for failing in your duties."
Apolline's crystal blue eyes, shared by her daughters and granddaughter, widen in surprise. She whimpers and bites her lower lip, even as Harry uses his magic to bind her up into a position of helplessness, her arms pulled behind her back, and her legs folded at the knees and spread wide enough apart to expose her dripping wet cunt, to expose her failure.
He then leaves her suspended in the air over the middle of the dining table, even as he reaches down with a real hand to grab Gabrielle by her silver-blonde locks and drag the younger veela to her feet. Gabrielle gasps as she's manhandled by her Master and mate, and she moans and mewls as she's subsequently bent over the dining table, right in front of her mother, in front of her fellow 'maid'.
Harry pushes Gabrielle's face into the food for a moment, one hand in the middle of her shoulder blades while the other flips up the already short back of her skirt, revealing her pale behind and her glistening wet cunt lips. His cock, covered in her saliva from tip to base now, thrusts forward into Gabrielle's drooling quim without further warning, and he begins fucking the younger veela right then and there in front of her helpless mother.
At first, the dining room is filled with nothing but Apolline's jealous mewling, Gabrielle's ecstatic shrieking, and his grunting as he fucks Gabrielle silly. But that's boring. Eventually, Harry reaches out and grabs a fistful of Gabrielle's silver-blonde hair, pulling her head up out of the food still strewn across the table, and leaning forward to whisper in her ear.
"Your fellow maid was a bad girl… perhaps you can explain to her how she should be better in the future."
Licking her lips, Gabrielle slowly does so, her crystal blue eyes glazed over with lust but nonetheless fixed on Apolline's face as her mother looks back at her, still bound and trapped, floating suspended above the table.
"Y-Your, oooh, your mistake was t-trying to manipulate the Master of the House, m-mother. A-Ah, it's okay to t-tease, because then the master will, mm, make use of you… b-but to try and influence, hah, him so overtly, w-was a dumb, ooh move~"
Gabrielle continues from there, talking through the moans and the groans and the cries of bliss about how Apolline could have been a better maid, but clearly failed to take their Master's needs into account first. It definitely does the trick for Harry, and he continues to fuck Gabrielle with deep, powerful strokes, pounding into her through climax after climax, both hers and his own. He fills Gabrielle with load after load of seed. Once again, by the third load of cum that he leaves in her womb, Gabrielle is completely incoherent and nearly comatose from the pleasure.
Pulling out of her, Harry delivers a nice, hefty spanking to the passed out veela's pale bottom, leaving a red handprint behind but garnering no reaction from Gabrielle. Chuckling, Harry slumps back in his highback dining chair, and waves a hand casually, pulling Apolline through the air towards him. He hovers her right above his cock, the tip of his length just baaaarely touching her clit, causing her to inadvertently tease herself as she wiggles minutely in her bindings.
Smirking, Harry waits until she's finally still, staring at him beseechingly. However, she doesn't say anything. It seems Gabrielle's words have gotten to her, leaving her silent and biting her lower lip, awaiting his orders, no longer trying to manipulate him one way or the other. Of course, that doesn't mean he wants her COMPLETELY silent.
"You can beg now, you slutty, naughty maid."
Mewling, the Delacour Matriarch debases herself immediately, her tone needy and breathless as she speaks.
"Please, sir. Please give me your cock. Please fuck this worthless maid-slut with your big, fat dick. Rearrange my insides, fuck me like you fucked Gabrielle, turn me into just another needy little cocksleeve for your massive member. I'm begging you, I need it soooo badly~"
Harry pretends to consider Apolline's words for a moment, letting them wash over him… and then he drops her down onto his cock, watching her crystal-blue eyes widen and her face contort in honest pleasure as she cums on the spot. Her eyes go crossed then, and she shakes and spasms on his member for a solid few seconds, before recovering. Her limbs are still bound in their original positions by Harry's magic, but he allows control of the rest of her body to return to her, watching as Apolline slowly recovers enough to realize that he's not going to fuck her, that she has to fuck herself.
Slowly but surely, the beautiful veela maid gyrates her hips and begins to bounce herself up and down on Harry's cock. He keeps his hands on the arms of his chair, watching her all the while, enjoying her struggles and her efforts in equal measure. Apolline moans and mewls as she fights for the pleasure that comes with having his cock moving in and out of her. It's hard for her to do it true justice though, when she's 'tied up' in the way that she is. Still, she bounces up and down on his dick as best she can, even managing to milk him of one of his loads with her efforts, before finally, Apolline slumps forward, resting her forehead against his chest.
"P-Please Master Harry… please don't tease me any longer. I c-can't… I can't take it. Please…"
While it wasn't like she was faking it when she first begged him, this new round of beseeching certainly feels more… genuine. Or perhaps the correct word is desperate. With a slight twist to his lips, Harry finally brings his hands to Apolline's hips and then he proceeds to give the veela GILF exactly what she's asking for, exactly what he already gave her youngest daughter.
He slams her down onto his cock and then lifts her up again far faster than she herself could have done in her current position. Then he does it again and again, fucking her on his member, using her like a cocksleeve just as she asked to be used. Apolline's eyes roll back in her head and her tongue lolls out of her mouth as the slutty veela maid loses her mind in short order.
Though, it's still a long time before she actually passes out like Gabrielle before her. She might be unintelligible and largely incoherent, but for a while, she's still happily mewling and moaning her releases, her inner walls clenching and squeezing down on his pistoning prick all the harder for it. Her insides milk him of his loads, until eventually he sends Apolline to the same nirvana the rest of the Delacour Family has experienced this night, pumping the last of three loads into her womb, and filling her to the utter BRIM with his seed.
There's a sense of power, in this moment. It almost feels like Harry has completely some sort of ritual on this evening, as even more power than before flows into him as he pulls out of Apolline and sets her unconscious, comatose body down next to Gabrielle. Standing up, the powerful wizard looks down at himself, and then at his two conquests. His eyes then slide over to a nearby wall, through which he can FEEL Fleur and Victoire, sound asleep in bed.
All four of his veela women, came inside countless times. All four of his mates, seeded with so much cum. Fucked into oblivion, each and every one. He'd claimed them before now, he was sure of that. And they'd submitted to him, they'd submitted to that claiming, each and every one of them. But only in this moment does Harry feel like he's claimed the Delacour veelas as a tribe, only in this moment does it feel like Magic itself is recognizing that he has subjugated, dominated, and conquered these four silver-blonde, blue-eyed beauties for himself.
Harry chuckles, as he stares at his hands. He didn't need Magic to tell him what was what. He knew it well enough, all on his own. Still, it was a nice little power boost. It seemed he'd created a ritualistic harem, something not seen or done since the time of Merlin. And not even Merlin had made his harem entirely out of gorgeous veelas as Harry had.
Licking his lips, the wizard grins wickedly, his emerald eyes flashing and glowing with power. It was good to be king.
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Of course, that had only been the first night of their celebratory weekend together. The last game of the season had taken place on a Friday, and Harry had foregone most of the parties and public celebrations, in favor of a few quick interviews before he'd absconded with his much sought-after self and gone home to have his fun with his veela pets.
Now, it was Saturday evening, and after a day spent recuperating from the pleasure comas Harry had put them all in, Harry had chosen Apolline and Victoire to enjoy a night out on the town with him at a very popular muggle night club. Both women were dressed quite scandalously of course and had foregone underwear without even needing to be prompted as well.
Apolline and Victoire Delacour… thanks to their veela heritage and their all-around magical blood, the two looked less like grandmother and granddaughter, and closer to young mother and daughter. Apolline Delacour certainly wasn't going to be mistaken for being in her twenties or anything like that, not like Harry still was due to his wizard blood, but she was a vivacious, voluptuous, curvaceous woman all on her own, not a hint of sag to her breasts or any of her flesh really quite yet.
So yes, she rocked the skimpy silver dress that did absolutely nothing to hide her lack of underwear quite well. Just as Victoire rocked her own skimpy gold dress just as well. They were a matched pair, and very obviously related, even as Harry walked up to the door of the night club with one woman on each arm, to be let in right away by the bouncer at the door.
Even in the muggle world, he was something of a known quantity, at least when it came to the party scene. Especially since the wizarding world didn't have much of a party scene to speak of, not yet. Perhaps he would do something about that. Perhaps he would be the one to open the first wizarding night club and try and drag the wizarding world into the twenty-first century. Of course, still trapped in the eighteenth century as they were, THAT would be a tall order. If anyone was up to the task, it would be Harry James Potter.
Heh, was it buying into your own hype when you WERE the hype? There's a cocky, self-confident grin on Harry's face as he moves through the club with his arms wrapped around the waists of his beautiful dames. All eyes are on them, and the trio are undeniably the center of attention, but neither Apolline nor Victoire have eyes for anyone by the man they're with.
That doesn't stop other men (and the women who swing that way) from staring though. Most of them are doing it unabashedly too, their eyes fixating on one of the Delacours' amazing features. Be it their crystal-blue eyes, or their shimmery, silver-blonde hair, or even their perfectly pouty smiles, curved up in ruby red lips. Alternatively, more than a few are staring at their tits, their hips, their fat, heart-shaped asses.
Yes, the Delacours are the center of attention, and it's not JUST because their veela allure is blasting across the muggle nightclub and turning both men and women into slobbering fools. No, they're also both physically stunning, just absolute bombshells… and they deserve to be the focus of the night. Of course, they're also both getting off on it. Harry can tell, as he leads them out onto the dance floor, that the oldest and youngest veela of his harem of four are already randy as all hell.
He can tell in the way that they each grind up against him as the three of them begin dancing. He can tell in the way neither Apolline nor Gabrielle make any effort to try and keep their already skimpy dresses from riding up on their pale hips. The gold and silver that they're both garbed in does little to hide their slutty outfits, and for a bit, Harry is actually a little concerned that they're going to end up exposing themselves to the point that they'll get kicked out or have the muggle police called for indecent exposure.
Of course, he could have done something to stop that from happening, but he couldn't deny that there was some interest in seeing just how that would go down. He'd probably take over for one of the cops and steal a police car, just to have some fun with his randy 'prisoners'. Ah, but alas, that's not something that ever comes to pass.
It makes sense that no one really tries to stop them or call the police on them, in the end. Everyone is too drunk and too hopped up on veela allure to take their eyes off of the grandmother-granddaughter pair long enough to do so. They're too busy staring, one and all, to actually do anything about the fact that both of the veela have their glistening cunts rubbing all over Harry's body as they dance the night away.
He enjoys it, showing off his pets to the muggles. Having them all but drooling over Apolline and Victoire, while Apolline and Victoire are drooling over him quite literally. Eventually though, the veela can't take it anymore. Neither can last forever. They're just too horny, but they're not so far gone that they'll make him fuck them right there on the dance floor. It's a near thing, but in the end, Apolline and Victoire drag him off of the dance floor and Harry takes a moment to secure a VIP 'booth' for them.
In truth, the booth is more of an entire room on the upper floor of the club. It does have a nice little viewing area where one can look out over the club from above, but the back area of is it completely hidden. Victoire makes a beeline for the VIP booth's private stripper pole, while Apolline pushes Harry back onto a couch and begins giving him a sexy dance.
Raising his eyebrows, Harry watches as the Delacour Matriarch gives a rather strong showing, impressing him immensely with her moves.
"Looks like someone has some experience with this kind of thing."
Apolline gives him a secretive smile in return, even as the lap dance continues unabated. Her expert movements, from the way she drops her ass into his lap and raises it up again, to how she undulates her hips and her stomach as she dances over him, only serve to show Harry that the Delacour GILF definitely had a wild experience as a younger woman. Harry wouldn't be surprised if this wasn't Apolline's first time in a club like this, nor would he be surprised to learn that the times prior to this one saw her wrapped around a stripper pole, just like her granddaughter currently is.
It's definitely Victoire's first time. She's inexperienced and a little wild about it, but Harry likes her reckless enthusiasm, and her eagerness to please. The youngest member of the Delacour Clan is currently having the time of her life playing with the stripper pole, dancing around it, rubbing her cunt against it, wrapping her breasts along its silver shaft. She licks at it when she notices him looking, her crystal blue eyes promising all sorts of debauchery, if he calls her over to him.
But Harry doesn't do so. Instead, he places his hands on Apolline's sides, forcibly yanking her into his lap, bringing her to her knees on either side of his legs. Apolline gasps, and then gives him a sultry, impish sort of smirk.
"Mm, you're not supposed to touch the merchandise, sir. I could get in trouble~"
Harry chuckles throatily at the bit of surprise roleplay but plays along for a tiny bit.
"If I break it, do I have to buy it?"
Apolline moans at the promise in his tone, leaning forward and panting breathlessly with need as she stares into his eyes.
"Consider me bought… sir."
Her cunt lips are rubbing against the bulge in his pants at this point, and Harry's erection is very nearly painful. Giving her a slight nod is all Apolline needs before the older veela is scrambling to pull his cock out of its confines. She rubs it against her pussy lips once it's free, hot-dogging her own slit for a few moments and tossing her head back in a louder, throatier moan.
Harry just smiles and shakes his head. As loud as the music in the nightclub is, he's sure that anyone who might be listening for it nearby can hear Apolline moaning up a storm. The muggles won't get to see it, but they'll know what's happening in the VIP booth. He's sure plenty of men will be fantasizing about being in his place. Perhaps some of the women will wish they could be in his pets' place instead, once they REALLY got going.
"You're a terrible influence on your granddaughter, Madam Delacour. Just look at her… your exhibitionist tendencies are rubbing off on her."
Apolline looks back over her shoulder, though she never once stops rubbing her gushing wet pussy lips up and down his length. Victoire is having the time of her life right now, and given the placement of the stripper pole, her own little show isn't nearly as private as Apolline's was. The younger veela seems to actually have a natural talent for pole dancing, because despite her relative inexperience, she's REALLY working that pole by this point.
Turning back to him, Apolline grins salaciously and licks her lips.
"Mm, I can't deny it… but she doesn't seem to mind, all that much~ It's important for mothers and grandmothers to pass on hobbies to their daughters and granddaughters, is it not?"
Harry just chuckles, and finally impales her on his cock. The silver-blonde Matriarch of the Delacour Family moans throatily, tossing her head back as she cums on the spot. Her silver dress is in complete shambles at this point, not really covering up her bountiful breasts or her impaled cunt anymore. But if Apolline cares one wit about any of that, she certainly doesn't show it, instead focusing on the pleasure as she helps him bounce her up and down on his lap. Harry though, doesn't let up just because he's now fucking her.
"You really are a whore, you filthy veela slut. Look at you. Look at what you've let become of you and your daughters, as well as your granddaughter."
Apolline moans and whimpers, bowing her head in faux shame. They both know that she doesn't actually feel an ounce of shame. And in all fairness, Harry had started with her daughters and her granddaughter, so there wasn't much Apolline could have done to stop the depravity, since she was brought into things last.
Even still, as he fucks her, and she clenches and squeezes around his cock, they both enjoy his verbal degradation, the way he's talking down to her, all while taking her to pound town and gripping her fat ass cheeks in both hands.
"You veela are all the same, aren't you? You Delacour witches CERTAINLY are. Longing for a REAL man to come along and fuck you. You know I'm probably going to knock up your daughters and granddaughters, right? Do you think I'll breed you as well? You're getting a little on the old side, but who knows, right?"
She gets REALLY tight at that, and her eyes roll back in her head for a moment. It's clear the idea of giving birth to Harry's baby is EVERYTHING to Apolline Delacour. Everything the veela Matriarch could want, everything she very clearly dreams about. And it probably will happen. Harry has an inkling that he's actually gotten all of the veela in his little harem pregnant at this point. If not before this weekend, then the events of Friday had likely done the trick. The amount of times he came in each of them that night, the amount of seed he left in their wombs, which had been pumped full of the stuff again and again…
Oh yeah, all four of them were probably pregnant now. His little breeders, his needy veela sluts. They would grow heavy with his children, soon enough. But for now, there wasn't even the slightest baby bump on Apolline Delacour's flat tummy. Not yet. So, Harry fucks her, and he fucks her hard. And Apolline absolutely LOSES HER MIND, climaxing again and again around his cock, crying out in ecstasy so loud, shrieking so shrilly, that Harry knows there are those in the club who are likely masturbating to the sounds they're hearing.
Hell, he knows for a fact one person who's masturbating, not just to the sounds, but also to the sight before her eyes. When Harry finally finishes up with Apolline, her womb once more stuffed with his seed and her passed out form covered in cum, draped on the couch beside him, he looks to the stripper pole to find that Victoire has long since stopped dancing. Somewhere around the start of him fucking her grandmother silly, the younger veela had fallen to her ass and began fisting her cunt, abusing her sex as she watches with a wide-open mouth and glazed over blue eyes.
Even as Harry stands up and moves towards the stripper pole, Victoire doesn't slow down, not even for a moment. In fact, it would be more accurate to say she speeds up, thrusting her small feminine fist in and out of her gushing wet cunt harder and faster as he gets closer and closer. When he finally grabs her by her hair and drags her to her feet, the pleasurable pain is enough to send Victoire right over the edge.
He fucks her up against the stripper pole, of course, making her cling to it for support as he bends her over and takes her to pound town, fucking her from behind with great force as she wraps both her arms and her fat tits around the cool, metal surface. At the same time, more than a few people down below can see her getting fucked. Oh sure, they can't see Harry himself, nor can they see the deed, but what they CAN see is Victoire Delacour's upper body jolting up against the stripper pole.
They can see her eyes going crossed, they can see her tongue lolling out of her mouth and slathering all over the pole. They can see the way she's being plowed silly, even if they can't see the penetration itself, or Harry's big fat cock as it mixes up their insides. A few try to pull out smartphones to record or take pictures of the debauched moment in time, but unfortunately for them, they've made the mistake of trying to use electronics in an enclosed space with a wizard currently fucking his veela pets silly.
Those who attempt to use their phones or cameras find the devices swiftly shorting out, never to be recovered, as magic melts their insides. Nobody in the club is leaving with anything more than their memories unfortunately. No recordings survive, no pictures end up taken. In the end, all anyone can do is watch in wide-eyed, open-mouthed amazement as Victoire's face contorts in pleasure as she climaxes again and again around Harry's cock.
He messes her up in the same way he did Apolline, and when he's done, he makes sure to paint her gold, skimpy dress and her body in just as much seed as he did her grandmother, while also leaving a nice thick load to drip down her inner thighs from her well-fucked quim. Having finished with both of them, he has grandmother and granddaughter clean him off with their tongues and mouths, and then has them tuck his cock away and fix up his pants.
Harry walks out of the nightclub the same way he walked into it, with two beautiful veelas on either arm, his own clothing completely pristine. His veela pets on the other hand, are disheveled and covered in his cum, their hairstyles completely ruined, their makeup and eyeshadow smeared. They draw every eye in the place as they leave, but even as clearly fucked up as they are, they're also still visibly the most beautiful female specimens in the entire building.
He lets the two veela indulge in their exhibitionist streak as far as the door of the nightclub. Once they're outside, he casts a blanket Notice-Me-Not Charm over the three of them, so they're not followed, and then turns a corner before apparating them all home. Harry couldn't deny that it'd been a fun night, and the idea of putting some of his Quidditch money towards making a magical nightclub was still fresh in his mind.
Only time would tell what the future would hold though. Only time would tell.
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Harry steps out of the house and into the pool area, smiling as he takes in the sight before him. It's still just the five of them at Chateau Delacour, but now that it's Sunday, they are starting to wind down, at least a little bit. And what better way to wind down then by relaxing by their private pool, right? Of course, hanging out in the pool meant the choice between skinny dipping and dressing in sexy swimsuits.
The Delacour women had split down the middle on that front. Half of the silver-blonde vixens were wearing sexy string bikinis in the form of Fleur and Gabrielle, the two sisters eager to wear just enough to entice, but not enough to actually hide any of their bodies. Meanwhile, Apolline had decided to forego a swimsuit altogether, and her granddaughter had joined her in that. The two were completely naked.
Harry, too, had decided to just forego swim trunks, having a certain confidence in how long such a garment would last anyways around such ravenous, hungry magical creatures such as his veela pets. He also had the confidence to go completely nude, even outside in public like this. His sleek, toned Seeker's bod left him with little in the way of insecurity about his body image, after all.
And judging by the way that all four veela are sneaking hungry glances at his cock, even while it's flaccid and hanging between his legs, Harry was right. Regardless, with Fleur, Victoire, and Gabrielle all having fun in the pool, Apolline, who's currently sunbathing on a lounge chair, is the first he comes across. He expects her to proposition him the moment he gets within range, but instead, she holds up a bottle of lotion and smiles hopefully.
"Rub some lotion in for me, Harry?"
Chuckling, Harry nods and takes the bottle from the naked GILF. Rolling over onto her front, Apolline waits until he's gotten into position, and his hands are slowly rubbing lotion into her shoulders and her back. Then, she reaches out and takes hold of his cock, barely even looking at it as she begins to stroke him to full hardness.
Ah, of course. She's playing the long con. Well, Harry can certainly get on board with that. He continues to rub her down, pushing the lotion deep into her already-blemish free, smooth, creamy skin. It's interesting how no matter how much sun veela get, they remain as pale as ever. One would expect Apolline to be roasting right now, to be getting a sunburn at the very least.
But that's not happening. No, she's as perfectly pristine and pale as ever, even as she finally takes his hardened cock into her mouth, sucking him off while he continues to give her a rub down. By the time Harry has used half the bottle of lotion, he decides enough is enough and flips Apolline over onto her back again, bringing her around so that she's laid out across the width of the lounge chair instead of the length. He folds her legs up and pushes them apart, and then thrusts into her needy cunt as she moans throatily, tightening up around him.
All according to plan, he can tell. The smile on her face gives that away. Though at the same time, the equal amount of surprise in her eyes when her daughters and granddaughter suddenly join them gives away the fact that she wasn't expecting them to come over while she was having her turn. Harry can only laugh as Victoire grips her grandmother's head with both hands and grinds her naked cunt down onto Apolline's face, while at the same time, both Fleur and Gabrielle occupy themselves with their mother's lactating tits, drinking long and deep from her massive, ever-full mammaries.
It spurs him on, and Harry fucks Apolline all the harder and faster, pounding into the Delacour Matriarch with all his might. She cums time and time again around his cock, and Victoire ends up climaxing across her grandmother's face more than once from the reverberations that Apolline's moans send up into her cunt. But eventually, Harry finishes inside of the older veela, and with three more of the insatiable magical creatures waiting for him to fuck their brains out, he doesn't keep going.
Instead, he pulls out of Apolline and nods to the other three, a wicked grin on his face. Immediately, the trio of needy veela sluts are pulling away from their mother and grandmother, getting down on their hands and knees on the ground facing away from him, each hoping to entice Harry to fuck them. They're all so perfect though, truth be told. In the end, there's only one thing that stands out about any of them… it's the fact that Gabrielle managed to snag the middle spot.
Harry fucks her first, because it allows him to reach out and thrust his middle and ring fingers up into both Fleur and Victoire as he slams into Gabrielle's cunt with the full length of his cock, pounding into her while pistoning sticky, dripping digits in and out of both mother and daughter. Gabrielle and Victoire and Fleur… it's almost impossible to tell which moans are coming from each veela. They're like a melodic choir, singing his praises, worshipping him with their needy, pleasure-filled voices as they moan and mewl and cry out in equal measure.
Eventually, Harry fills Gabrielle with his seed, just as he did Apolline. The Delacour Matriarch has already recovered of course, but she knows it's not going to be her turn again for a while. Instead, she's leaned back on the lounge chair, and is currently fisting her own cunt with wild abandon, masturbating furiously to the sight of her daughters and granddaughter being used by the powerful wizard who's conquered all four of them so thoroughly.
Pulling out of Gabrielle, Harry uses his magic to lay Fleur and Victoire on top of one another. Specifically, he puts Fleur atop Victoire, before binding their wrists and ankles together with a bit more magic so that they can't escape each other. Realizing this, they embrace instead, kissing one another deeply and passionately, and intertwining their fingers together as they hold hands. Harry chuckles at the show of non-platonic affection and reaches out to grope and squeeze Fleur's buttocks for a moment.
But in the end, it's Victoire he fucks first. Fleur doesn't raise any sort of protest though. If anything, the first of his veela pets seems to have finally broken her competitive streak, seeming content to just watch as her daughter's face contorts into pleasure-filled expression after pleasure-filled expression. Victoire looks absolutely silly with her eyes rolled back in her head, and her tongue lolling out of her mouth, and Fleur happily takes advantage of that, intertwining their tongues together just like they've done with their fingers.
Eventually, under the combined onslaught of Harry fucking her and her own mother kissing and molesting her, Victoire passes out in time with one last explosive orgasm, brought about by Harry filling her with his seed for the umpteenth time. It's Fleur's turn next, of course, but at this point, Harry wants to switch it up. The veela yelps in surprise as he spreads her ass cheeks wide and brings his lubed cock to bear on her back door. But she also moans throatily, being a bit of an anal slut. Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that she's an anal slut for HIM. His cock delves deep, and Fleur's eyes roll back in her head as she comes from the anal penetration, climaxing as he gives her ass a right and proper buggering.
When he cums inside of her bowels, filling them with his seed, Harry smirks, knowing what Fleur wants more than anything, but asking anyways.
"What should I do next, Fleur? What should I do with you and your sister and your daughter and your mother, now that you all belong to me?"
Her response is not immediate, because she's still recovering from everything he's ALREADY done. But eventually, it does come, and when it does, it comes from the heart.
"I-I want you to fuck me, Master. Breed me. Put a daughter in me. Please, finally give me the child I've always wanted from your loins. K-Knock me up!"
Harry grins and that grin only widens when Apolline is at his side a moment later, as is Gabrielle. They're both talking over each other, trying to beg him for the exact same thing at the exact same time. Victoire's muffled voice comes from below her mother, and she asks for it as well. To be bred. To be knocked up with his baby. And interestingly enough, all of them ask him to give them a daughter, as if they KNOW that their children will be girls, will be veela, just like they are.
To be fair, he shouldn't be surprised that they have a feeling they'll give birth to daughters. After all, he's had a feeling since Friday that he already knocked all of them up in some accidental ancient ritual that basically turned them into his magically bonded harem on top of the unusual relationship they all already had together.
It was already assured, but Harry doesn't tell Fleur that. He might, eventually. He might tell them all. But for now, he wouldn't ruin the moment by saying something like 'your wish has already been granted'. Fleur didn't just want to be pregnant with his baby, she wanted him to knock her up RIGHT NOW. And that? That was something Harry could do, or at the very least, something he could go about simulating.
It's the work of a moment to silence Victoire, Gabrielle, and Apolline's jabbering with a bit of his magic. He smiles wryly at all of them, even as he pulls Fleur up off of Victoire to free the younger veela so she can play with herself like her aunt and grandmother will undoubtedly be doing. He pulls Fleur onto her hands and knees, doggystyle, and prepares to take her like the bitch in heat she is.
Then, looking over her head at the others, Harry smirks.
"You'll all have to wait your turn."
They stare at him, stare into his glowing emerald eyes as Harry proceeds to fulfill Fleur's wish, fucking her hard from behind in front of her entire family, plowing her silly right there by the side of the pool. Meanwhile, Apolline, Gabrielle, and Victoire all eagerly occupy themselves while they await their turns, fingering their cunts, squeezing and groping their breasts.
Eventually though, Victoire realizes she could be doing something more than just pleasuring herself… she could be doing something BETTER. As she crawls over and grinds against Harry's side as seductively as she can manage, the youngest veela draws the attention of her aunt and grandmother, who hurry over to replicate Victoire's efforts.
Harry ends up with Fleur impaled on his cock, her fat ass in front of him, while her daughter clings to his right side, her sister clings to his left, and her mother presses her prodigious chest up against his back, wrapping her arms around his midsection. And as the three veela occupy themselves with pleasuring Harry while they wait for him to finish with Fleur, Fleur herself, the instigator of all of this, throws her head back in ecstasy, crying out nice and loud for the whole world to see.
Harry just smiles and gives the sexy veela's pale bottom a nice smack in return, even as he continues to fuck her DEEP, penetrating right into her very womb, where soon, she would be forming new life. He was on top of the world now. Quidditch Superstar, and owner and mate to four lovely veela beauties who couldn't get enough of him. All was well… all was as it should be.