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Harry Potter couldn't get the smile he had off his face.

It had honestly been nerve-wracking to count the days until Christmas Eve. Still, now that it's finally happening, Harry couldn't be happier.

You see, Harry had invited two very special families over to his manor this year. He would hopefully have two families around for the rest of his life. While he was reassured constantly that everything would be fine by his loved ones, how would anyone really be sure of that? Especially when the two families in question happened to be related to his two unbelievably beautiful girlfriends.

Yes, TWO girlfriends.

Even now, Harry still couldn't believe that Fleur Delacour and Nymphadora Tonks agreed to date him. Especially at the same time.

Harry supposed that it helped that they got along with each other fabulously. Even then, somehow, the poor little orphan that entered a new world now had a charmed life that could only be seen in male fantasies.

Not only that but the laughs and chatter around Harry let him know that there was no tension between the families either.

"'Arry! Are you still with us?"

Harry blinked and looked to his side to see Fleur leaning into him in concern. Even after a year of bliss, he could barely believe that he was actually dating this angel. Fleur was entirely into the Christmas spirit with a red turtleneck sweater that clung to her delicious curves and skin-tight jeans that showed off her long legs. Even though she wasn't trying to, Fleur still looked like she came right off a magazine cover.

"He clearly isn't Fleur. He's probably dreaming about the gifts that we got him."

And that was Dora. If Fleur was dressed to look like an angel, Dora was the complete opposite. Harry looked to his other side to see Dora wearing an oversized quidditch jersey in Gryffindor colors with 'Potter' in big letters stamped on the back. He could see the smooth skin of her bare legs, and while Dora swore that she was wearing shorts underneath, Harry personally hadn't seen the proof. It would honestly be a turn-on if their families hadn't been there.

Harry wrapped an arm around his girlfriends' slender waists and pulled them closer. They giggled in happiness since they knew just how much Harry had been anticipating this day. He had celebrated Christmas in Hogwarts and sometimes with the Weasleys, but this would be the first time when it would be HIS family coming together.

A Christmas that would have more than just friends and their relatives.

"You two can laugh all you want, but this is a dream come true for me."

Fleur's eyes softened as she gave him a sweet kiss on his cheek before saying, "If I have anyzing to say about it, I'll make sure each year is better zan before."

Dora grinned and did the same to Harry's other cheek, "I agree with what blondie said over there. This will be nothing compared to your next Christmas, Potter!"

Fleur scrunched up her nose cutely when Dora called her blondie. It was an insult to her that someone would think of her beautiful silvery hair as blonde. Fleur was not some everyday witch to have such dull hair.

Her moment of annoyance was broken when she heard her lovers snickering. Fleur narrowed her eyes playfully when she realized that they were teasing her.

"How do you feel about that, Harry?" Dora whispered loudly, "Your girlfriend is so vain that she'd probably be insulted at the mere mention of having mortal traits?"

Harry grinned widely and was about to join in on teasing Fleur before a young voice interrupted them, "Can you stop flirting? It's so disgusting! Maman! Tell zem to stop!"

"Gabrielle! Don't be so childish!"

Harry's face grew red when he realized he did this in earshot of everyone in his house. Fleur and Dora, on the other hand, simply took this as something not worth reacting to.

"Don't be shy, 'Arry. I'm glad zat my Fleur can finally be with someone who loves her so much." When Dora cleared her throat, Apolline rolled her eyes and added, "And I include you in zat, Nymphadora."

Dora didn't know if she was supposed to be pleased about Fleur's mum being so accepting or act pissy about getting called by her full name.

Andromeda chimed in, "I'm just glad that my daughter isn't hexing someone after getting called Nymphadora."

"Mum!"

Harry got lost in the following laughs and conversation, and before he knew it, it was time to open the presents. This was, of course, loudly announced by an ecstatic Gabrielle. To be honest, if someone asked Harry about who received what, he wouldn't be able to recall even one present. That was because of what happened next.

As Harry said his goodbyes to Fleur's father, he thought that Apolline and Andromeda were acting suspiciously happy for him. They were winking and constantly giving him a thumbs up like they were one of his mates from school. And his mates would only do that if he scored a hot date or something like that. The thing was, Harry was dating their daughters.

With that odd goodbye, Harry turned to ask his girlfriends what in the world was going on with their mums. That was the plan, but they seemed to have disappeared from the room.

"Fleur? Dora?"

"We're in ze living room!"

"Why'd you run off there?" Harry asked as he walked towards them, "You know your mums were acting pretty strange. It looked like…."

Harry's words trailed off as he stared at his two loves in shock. He wasn't sure when they found the time to change, but Harry was certainly glad that they did.

Gone was the snug sweater and tight pants. That jersey Dora loved wearing had disappeared too. What was left was festive-looking, lacey, red lingerie that was almost see-through with trimmings of white fur that looked like snow. Neither Fleur nor Dora needed help in making their breasts look bigger, but the bras they were wearing showed just how massive they were. Harry couldn't see their arses, but knowing how attentive his girlfriends were in making sure every part of them looked good, Harry knew it would be a treat to see. The best part was the tiny red bows that held the bras and thongs together.

Fleur's red lips formed a blinding smile as Harry's eyes wandered their bodies. She moved closer to her girlfriend and spoke without moving her gaze from Harry, "It looks like 'Arry likes what 'e sees. Do you zink we should let 'im see the rest, Dora?"

"He's been a good boy this year. Let's give him what he deserves."

Harry imprinted the memory of Dora getting up from the couch and turning around to let him see the thong disappear in-between her thick arsecheeks. He thanked Merlin that her default form was so damn sexy. It took a few months for Harry to learn that Metamorphmagi didn't really have a 'base' form, but rather something that they instinctively felt comfortable in while growing up into adulthood.

Dora had gone through a slender witch phase that she mentioned was purely due to her imagination of the Auror life. But after actually working as an Auror, Dora had slowly let go of her athletic body for something that fit the heritage of the Black family's woman. Namely fuller curves and a more angular face. One thing that stuck around was her love of purple, hence the purple hair and lipstick.

All of that contributed to the arse that Harry was staring at. He could, and had, gotten lost in pounding Dora silly from behind purely to see her arse bounce and ripple.

Harry swallowed the saliva filling his mouth and said, "Not that I'm complaining, but what brought this on? It's rare for me to see you both nearly starkers at the same time."

That was another thing that was odd about the threesome's already strange relationship. People would think that Harry had the two bombshells in his bed simultaneously, fucking the women like many men's fantasies imagined doing, but that couldn't be further than the truth.

While they occasionally kissed each other and had that occasional night after a drink in the same bed, the vast majority of their intimate moments were almost always in pairs. It wasn't really discussed why they kept themselves separated, but for Harry, he didn't want any feelings of jealousy to pop up and ruin the blissful relationship they had. So it was a shock to watch his Veela girlfriend place her hands on Dora's hips to make her shake her fat arse.

Fleur giggled at seeing Harry already pitch a tent in his pants. She supposed anyone watching Dora bounce her arse would react the same.

Fleur gave Dora a small smack on her arsecheek before saying, "Dora was right. You've been a good boy, 'Arry. Not only were you a perfect boyfriend for us, but you also never pressured us to try some of your filthy fantasies."

Harry opened his mouth to defend himself, but Fleur raised a perfectly manicured hand to stop him, "My ancestors were Veela. While I might not 'ave all their blood, I have enough to sense my partner's desires. I know exactly what you want 'Arry. Zis is us saying you can have it."

Harry snapped his mouth shut and stared at Fleur with wide eyes.

Dora laughed and looked over her shoulders, "So what're you waiting for, Harry? Should we take this as you rejecting your Christmas gift?"

That snapped Harry into action. He strode towards the scantily clad girls as he firmly said, "Like hell I am. Just remember that your two are the ones that opened the pandora's box. You can't pretend this never happened after tonight."

The girls didn't get a chance to reply since Harry was already on them. Dora squealed when her arse gained a bright red handprint after Harry slammed a hand down on her lower cheek. He pushed Dora down on the couch and pulled Fleur to him before claiming her soft lips.

Dora squirmed in place while her arse was mauled by Harry's strong hands as she looked up at Fleur swapping spit with their boyfriend. There was a time when Dora would have hexed a man who dared to kiss another girl into oblivion, but all she wanted to do right now was to join in. That's sort of what she did.

Fleur had welcomed Harry's tongue into her mouth and was playfully fighting it before practically sucking on it like it was a cock before she gasped in shock. She was pulled down to the couch, and Harry's tongue disappeared only to be replaced with a smaller, yet no less desired, tongue.

Harry gaped in shock as two of the most gorgeous women he had ever seen french-kissed in front of him. Dora was lying on her back while Fleur was on her knees as they sloppily kissed each other. While Harry felt a little disappointed from not being able to explore Fleur's mouth, this new view certainly made up for it.

Fleur's arse on display.

If Dora had a fat arse that Harry couldn't resist pounding, Fleur's was much more tightly packed into a firm package. That's to say, a galleon would bounce off her arse into near orbit. Harry honestly had the best of both worlds with Dora and Fleur.

Listening to his girlfriends' moan as they kissed, Harry reached for Fleur's arse and cupped her firm cheeks before lightly stroking the thin fabric of her thong that covered her wet pussy. Fleur raised her arse higher and moved her hips in encouragement.

Harry slipped his fingers under the thong and traced her wet pussy lips, and said, "And here I thought you two would never put on a show for me. What happened to not liking to sleep with other women, Fleur?"

Fleur shuddered when Harry slowly put two fingers into her wet cunt. She finally separated herself from Dora's lips and said, "Dora isn't just any ozer woman. She gets an exception."

"Aww! You get another kiss for that blondie!"

As fun as it was for Harry to see his girlfriends' kiss, it still wasn't as good as doing it himself. He grabbed Fleur's hair tightly to prevent her from meeting Dora's lips and pulled his fingers out of her pussy, much to Fleur's displeasure.

"I think you two had enough fun with each other. I remember you saying this was my gift, correct?"

Fleur and Dora looked up at him with swollen lips and nodded with lidded eyes.

"Perfect," Harry declared before swooping down to devour Fleur's lips again before pulling back after a few seconds. He turned to Dora and said, "You know how you wonder why I love to feast on Fleur's pussy all the time?"

Dora rolled her eyes, "What? You expect me to go down on Fleur? No matter how much I love her, kissing is as far as I'll go right now."

Harry wordlessly brought the fingers that had been deep inside Fleur's cunt up to Dora's lips. She looked at it with dark eyes before hesitantly bringing out her tongue to give his fingers a testing lick. Harry then smirked as he had Dora's lips closed firmly around his wet fingers as she licked it clean.

He looked at Fleur's amused face and said, "Looks like you have another person that'll be addicted to your taste soon, my love."

"Hmph," Fleur said snootily, "I reserve it for you, mon amour. Dora will only get a taste when you deem it."

Harry's cock twitched at the control she would supposedly give to him, even though he's sure she's joking about it. It was far more likely that the two minxes would team up against him like they usually do in the name of 'female solidarity.'

Whatever that was supposed to mean.

Nonetheless, Harry played along. He ran his fingers over Dora's tongue while speaking to Fleur, "I don't know if I'd want to give up my exclusive access."

Fleur's eyes twinkled in amusement as her hand crept up his leg before reaching a bulge that was threatening to rip his pants any minute. Harry shuddered when he felt Fleur's slender fingers cup his semi-hard cock.

"It's fun to tease our Dora, 'Arry, but don't you want to see what our gift feels like? Some of your filthy fantasies won't happen tonight, but I'm sure you'd love to 'ave both of your beautiful girlfriends worship your cock."

Dora giggled around Harry's fingers when she saw his shaft get stiffer under Fleur's ministrations.

"Merlin, yes!" Harry said before vanishing his pants, along with their panties, with a quick thought. Fleur laughed at his eagerness and nonchalantly continued stroking her boyfriend's cock to full hardness. She looked down at Dora before saying, "Can you stop giving 'Arry's 'and a blowjob? My taste is not zere anymore. If you come here and 'elp me, you might be able to get some more on his delicious cock later."

Dora pulled off Harry's fingers out of her mouth with a pop and said, "Sounds like a deal, Fleur."

Harry was then treated to a sight that almost all men would kill for. Two unreasonably beautiful faces looking up at him while his cock towered over them. His cockhead was leaking precum onto their pretty faces, much to their delight. Just like Fleur's juices, both of Harry's girlfriends thought the same of the cum his balls produced.

Fleur and Dora glanced at each other before they wordlessly agreed to a plan. Harry's cock was big enough for both of them, even with one more witch added. Fleur and Dora needed impeccable teamwork to bring this monster down.

Harry tensed when Dora ignored his cock entirely and buried her face into his ballsack. She sniffed in the musk before opening her mouth to give his nuts a bath on her tongue.

"Oh, Merlin!" Harry groaned out.

Fleur lifted his shaft off Dora's face with both of her hands and winked at him before giving his knob a sweet kiss that quickly turned into a sloppy makeout that gave his cockhead a shine. Fleur didn't waste too much time at the tip, though, and quickly had over a third of his massive cock deep in her mouth.

There were rumors about Veela being the perfect sex partners. It might have been true for full-blooded Veela, but Fleur was not one of them. Sure, Fleur knew she had an advantage over an ordinary witch in pleasing her man. Still, if she was the perfect woman in bed, she would be able to take all of Harry's cock in her throat.

GLACKH

Fleur gagged and coughed as Harry's cockhead hit the back of her throat. She heard Harry moan in pleasure as she choked herself silly on his dick. Fleur wasn't sure if that was because of what she was going to his cock, or if it was because of Dora slurping on his balls. Probably a bit of both.

Harry had his hands gently resting in Fleur's silvery blonde hair as she slobbered on him. He would love to slam her down on his shaft, but he wanted to give his girls the time to do what they wanted. There was no point in annoying them before his gift was fully received.

When Fleur was finally able to swallow half of Harry's cock into her throat, Dora pulled off his balls with a pop and looked proudly at the shine she had given her boyfriend's cum-factories. She looked up to see a mess of spit dangling off his shaft and was threatening to fall on her face. Dora didn't shy away and parted her lips slightly to slurp in the mess that came from Fleur's mouth.

Harry shuddered at how slutty Dora was being as Fleur was fed an extra helping of his precum, much to her delight.

"How's that fair! Even her leftover spit tastes delicious!"

Harry chuckled as Fleur's eyes twinkled with pride. He made sure that the beautiful Veela kept bobbing her head as he said, "It's not. But it's a good thing that she's ours."

"Damn right!" Dora muttered as she licked up the vein on his shaft before meeting Fleur's stretched lips. They looked at each other for a few seconds before Fleur slowly pulled away from Harry's cock and hollowed her cheeks so it popped out of her mouth.

Fleur moved aside to make room for Dora and pouted when Harry's cock spewed precum in excitement. Even in Fleur's slightly-annoyed mind, there was a good reason for that.

"Oh FUCK!"

Because of that.

Dora's neck bulged as it struggled to contain the massive cock that was ramming through it. With a frightening amount of ease, Dora swallowed all of Harry's cock until her petite nose was pressed into the black curls of his pubes. No matter how many times Fleur saw Dora swallow that monster, it was still a sight to see. It had taken Fleur months to take half of Harry's dick down her throat, while Dora was regularly using her own face as a fuckhole.

If Harry wasn't completely absorbed in the delicious feeling of the professional cocksucker that was Dora, he would have laughed at Fleur acting like a toy was taken away from her. Instead, he used his hips to meet Dora's face in the middle, so he was truly facefucking her. Harry's balls reddened the skin on her chin as it kept bouncing off Dora's face whenever she took his cock balls-deep.

Harry would have been perfectly fine with dumping his first load of the night down Dora's throat as a well-deserved reward for a fantastic ball-drainer, but Dora had a much different idea. Right as Harry was about to blow, Dora pushed away and left him right at the edge with strands of spit that connected his cock to her lips.

Her chest heaved as Dora sucked in much-needed air before she said, "Not so fast, stud. Fleur gave me a great idea, and I want to try it. Make her cream on your cock so I can suck it off afterward."

Dora giggled when Harry's cock twitched in response. They both looked at the beautiful Fleur lying on the couch while looking at them with fingers deep inside her pussy.

"Looks like Fleur likes your idea, Dora."

Dora slapped Harry's arse in encouragement, "Give her what she wants! Then come back to me!"

"Yes, ma'am," Harry muttered as he walked towards the Veela.

Fleur bit her plump bottom lip as she stared at Harry's well-lubricated cock bobbing towards her. It looked so angry and red, which made sense since Dora had practically tortured poor Harry.

When Harry was right over her, Fleur cooed and lifted her hands as if she wanted to hug him, "Since Dora wouldn't let you finish, let me take care of your beautiful cock, 'Arry."

Harry's green eyes turned darker as he lowered himself until he was positioned to enter Fleur's pussy. She wrapped her arms around his neck before leaning up to give him a deep kiss and said, "Fuck me 'Arry."

Harry stared into her blue eyes as he slowly slid his cock into her wet cunt. Fleur might not be able to swallow his whole cock, but Harry found that she was the one that loved to be the most gentle during sex. Sure there were times when Fleur egged Harry to pound her into a fucked-stupid mess, but she usually left that up to Dora. Most of the time, they just made love.

Just like now.

Fleur whispered sweet words in French and nuzzled her nose into his neck while he slowly pumped into her pussy in smooth strokes. Her legs were lifted until they were resting on Harry's shoulders so he could have easier access to Fleur's pussy. It was one of her favorite positions so she could stare up at the man that she had fallen in love with. That wasn't to say that Fleur was a dead fish in bed.

While Harry did most of the pumping, Fleur used the impeccable control over her body to make her pussy the best place for Harry to be. The sensation was indescribable in the sense that he literally never felt it with any other woman. All Harry knew was that fucking Fleur had become one of his favorite activities.

Harry was just thinking about freeing her bountiful tits from the cages of the bra when he felt Fleur's cunt tighten considerably as she started to close her eyes and shudder slightly. Harry grunted and started to fuck Fleur harder to pound her through the orgasm before he heard Dora clap behind him.

Much to Fleur's disappointment, Harry's cock had unexpectedly left her spasming pussy.

"Damn it, Dora! What was that for? I was almost there!"

Dora didn't care for Harry's complaint and didn't pay any thought to Fleur's much weaker protest. Her entire focus was on Harry's dripping cock, which was entirely covered in Fleur's juices.

Harry's protests faced an immediate death when Dora slowly sucked his cock into her throat without a hitch. He gasped when he felt Dora's tongue completely clean his cock before pulling away. Harry saw her close her eyes with a shiver and gulp down the excess fluid before looking at him.

"I don't think I can go a day without tasting that anymore."

That would have been hot as hell to hear at any other time, but it had already been twice that Harry had been blue-balled. He wordlessly pointed at his cock with a raised eyebrow and stared at Dora.

She rolled her eyes and gave Harry's cock a little kiss before saying, "Stop being a baby, Harry. I won't leave your balls full. That'll be a punishment for me too."

Harry still had the mind to admire Dora fantastic arse as she stood up and walked to the couch before bending over right on top of Fleur. She shook her arse and said, "Come fuck me, stud. I'm going to get another taste of our blondie while you do."

Harry heard some muffled cries before it devolved into soft moans and smacking lips. Those were all things that didn't matter to Harry right now. All Harry cared about was the fat arse that he would fuck until he busted his load.

Harry lined himself up against the wobbling arse and thrust in without warning. As expected of Dora, she took his dick with no issue while making it feel as if he had just entered heaven.

Harry knew he was spoiled. He could have Fleur one night and Dora immediately after. The best of all was that their bodies worked on his cock in their own unique way. Both are indescribable, and both are worthy of taking his massive cock.

Dora was rocked back and forth as her tits rubbed onto Fleur's. Her moans were lost in Fleur's mouth as Harry fucked her as fast as he could. She knew that she had tortured the poor man by denying him release, so Dora just took his pounding cock with relish. This was the best thing about edging Harry, the feeling of him losing control as he fucked her into mush.

The sounds of his hips slamming into her bouncing arsecheeks echoed through the room as Harry beat her arse red. Dora was getting rocked so hard that Fleur was getting pushed into the couch as a consequence. By this point, the two women just had their lips pressed together as they were far too preoccupied to even bother participating in the kiss.

Dora was getting the fuck of her life, and Fleur was fingering herself into orgasm after orgasm over her boyfriend fucking Dora right on top of her.

Harry finally reached the release he was looking for and snapped his hips forward. His cock was buried deep in Dora's pussy before blowing the biggest load of his life.

Dora gasped when she felt the warm cum fill her womb as she struggled to get off Harry's dick. She succeeded easily since Harry never had either of his girlfriends ask him to pull out while he was cumming.

His slight anger at Dora thoroughly washed away when Fleur pressed her face against Dora before they both opened their mouths with tongues stuck out. They each used a hand to stroke his spewing cock and aimed it so Harry's cum would cover both their faces before making sure to fill each of their mouths to the brim.

Harry was breathing heavily as he watched his girlfriends slowly gulp down his cum before turning to each other, cleaning the other's face with their tongue. This would have usually been more than enough to get Harry hard again, but his cock had spewed so much cum that his balls actually hurt at the thought of working again.

In the end, Harry just collapsed on the couch to watch the show. After their faces were clean, Fleur and Dora joined Harry on the couch and snuggled up to him in happiness.

"I 'ope you liked your gift, 'Arry."

"Mhmm," Dora agreed sleepily, "It took us a long time to build up the courage to do this."

Harry chuckled, "I'd be insane not to love what just happened. And I find that hard to believe, Dora. You seemed to love it as much as me."

Dora grunted, "Sometimes you like things you don't expect to."

There was a lull of silence before Harry remembered something.

"Did… Did your mums know this was going to happen?"

Fleur looked at Dora and shared a laugh before saying, "Zey over'eard us talking about it. So... yes, zey knew."

Harry's face turned bright red in embarrassment as his girls laughed at his expense.