The Hogwarts Coven
Harry Potter and the Witches' Secret
Chapter 18 – Plus Putes Que Toutes Les Putes
"I'm a bit nervous," Hermione said as she walked down the grassy slope from the main building of Hogwarts to the Beauxbatons Carriage.
"You should not be," Fleur reassured Hermione, limping slightly next to her girlfriend. They, along with Harry and Ginny, who were walking hand-in-hand on the other side of Fleur, were heading to meet Fleur's mother Apolline. The Delacour matriarch had arrived the previous evening and had instantly created her own world inside the Beauxbatons carriage. Madam Maxine was too taken with the Veela mother to say anything.
Apolline's first order of business was to fuck her two daughters. She loved her husband and their sex was very good, but nothing beat fucking her daughters and thus going weeks without Gabrielle and months without Fleur, had been a challenge. But she had rectified the situation, as was evidenced by Fleur's slight limp. Apolline had had a lot to get out of her system.
But after she had sated her incestuous desires, she had requested that Fleur introduce her to her new friends, or more than friend in the case of Hermione. Fleur had reluctantly agreed, worried, as every dating teenager was, that her mother would somehow embarrass her. But Apolline got what she wanted, and how could Fleur say no, with her mother's thick cock in her ass.
"Is this going to turn into a massive orgy?" Ginny asked jokingly as they neared their destination.
"Almost definitely," Fleur confirmed, certainly not joking. Ginny almost moaned aloud in response as images of the cute Beauxbatons students she had been eyeing up in the halls in various acts of depravity flashed through her mind; her cock beginning to awaken in response. And they had only just arrived at the carriage. "My mother will be in the entertaining room, as she calls it, probably sampling a student.
Fleur led the other three through the weirdly lengthy and twisty corridors of the more than capacious carriage. The walls were decorated in plenty of gold that still remained somehow tasteful. It was stylish and expensive but not garish, not overly brash, but sophisticated. And Apolline too fit that description.
Having walked past all of the various dorm rooms, strolling past several Beauxbatons students who varied in their clothing from modest to nothing, they came out into an open space. There were several couches all arranged around a roaring fire, with a grand painting of a pastel-coloured castle, the guests all assumed it was Beauxbatons itself, hanging proudly above it. But central to the room was a high-backed chair, effectively a throne and sitting in it was the most regal of blondes.
Apolline was an incredible mixture of elegance and licentiousness, of class and depravity. She sat back in the chair relaxed, her head held high. Her voluminous blonde hair shimmered down past her shoulders, her eyes, the same Cerulean blue as her daughters', glinted with sexual potential, her face was perfectly proportioned, as if sculpted by Michelangelo. Her breasts were large, topped with delicate pink nipples, her stomach, hips and ass were all perfectly curvy. Her thighs were thick with purpose. And her cock would have stood proudly on display, if it were not for the dark-haired girl bobbing her head up and down upon it.
The arriving foursome entered the room facing Apolline and her eyes flicked to them immediately, but not before Gabrielle had burst forth from her perch snuggled up against her mother, and made a beeline straight for Harry. "My 'ero!" she giggled excitedly as she leaped up into his arms, her dainty penis pressing against his stomach.
"Hello to you too," Harry managed to get out before he was forced, though not unwantedly, into a very frenzied series of lengthy kisses.
"I think I need to be worried," Ginny commented wryly as the petite blonde smothered her boyfriend with affection.
"Pardon 'er, ze is a leetle excitable," Apolline said, her accent stronger than Fleur's.
"He doesn't mind," laughed Hermione.
"I'm sure 'e does not," Apolline smiled, switching her focus on to Hermione. I was surprised when Fleur told me she was seriously dating someone, but now I see exactly why, you are incredibly beautiful," she complimented.
"I hope she's not just with me for my looks," Hermione blushed, stunned that the most beautiful witch she had ever seen (excluding Fleur and Lavender) had just exalted her beauty.
"Of course not," Apolline smiled. "Your intelligence 'as been 'ighlighted even more so than your beauty," Fleur blushed at the acknowledgement that she had gushed over Hermione to her mother. "And ze special couple are also more delectable in person," Apolline purred, her eyes raking across both Ginny and Harry's clothed bodies.
"T-t-thank you," they both stammered out in embarrassment.
"But I did not invite you 'ere to compliment you and make you feel uncomfortable," Apolline said, sitting up a little straighter in her chair, her cock still being sucked. "I did not even invite you 'ere for sex, though zat is a very big part of it," she grinned hungrily. "I asked for you because I detected something on Fleur, an alien sort of magic," she explained. "I knew that it was some form of sexual magic, but it was, and still remains, alien to me. We Veela like to think we 'ave a monopoly on such things, so eet would have been unwise of me not to find the source, and 'ere I find it," she said gesturing to the three of them.
"We're sorry if-" Hermione started anxious that Apolline was mad, not that one could tell from her face.
"Non, non, non," Apolline interrupted. "You misunderstand me. I am not annoyed, I am overjoyed. I wish to join in," she declared.
"But you don't even know what exactly it is," Ginny replied sceptically.
"When you get to my age, when you 'ave done ze zings that I 'ave done, particularly concerning sex, one jumps at ze chance to try something new. And as I 'ave never before partaken in an English sex ritual it should be fun. Particularly, on these famed grounds," she expounded, her accent modulating between heavy and light.
"How about a trial first?" Ginny grinned, satisfied with Apolline's reasoning and very eager to profit from her involvement.
"A witch of the same mind," Apolline chortled back. "Perhaps you can take over from Maria here," she suggested, gently easing Maria off of her slick dick.
The three all stood there slightly dumbfounded for a second, not at Apolline's length, for she was about the same length as Ginny or Fleur, thus smaller in that regard than Hermione, but at her girth. She was monstrously thick, thicker than Hermione, thicker than Katie, the thickest any of them had ever seen. But their surprise was soon overrun by their desire. Harry let Gabrielle back down onto the floor and joined the other two in frantically stripping off. Hermione was first, who despite her dominant predisposition, could not help but be desperate to have a taste of the majestic organ before her. "You've picked a winner here," Apolline said to Fleur as Hermione battled to even fit the head of her girlfriend's mother's cock in her mouth. Fleur simply looked on with a perverse sense of pride.
Harry and Ginny soon joined Hermione in the group worship of Apolline's magnificence, both of them going low, kissing around her base and even lower to her balls. Apolline groaned loudly as she looked down upon the team display by the three attractive Hogwarts students. They freely and naturally swapped places and roles with each other, taking brief breaks to passionately make out between themselves.
Hermione and Ginny could take no more than half of Apolline's dick into their mouths. This was due solely to her astonishing thickness. They simply could not open up their throats enough for it to slip inside. Harry, however, managed to take eight inches. "'Ow?" an astonished Fleur asked.
"He's really rather talented," giggled Ginny as she adoringly observed her boyfriend gagging around a Veela cock.
"He's always been good on a broom," Hermione quipped.
"That was terrible, darling," Fleur critiqued as she got on her hands and knees behind her girlfriend and started to feast on her ass. The sensation of Fleur's tongue on her rosebud prohibited her from responding.
Ginny too was forced into silence, but by the wandering tongue of Maria. The girl having copied Fleur's idea, deciding that Ginny's firm ass looked way too good to pass up. Gabrielle of course had to try and better her older sister and thus she quickly nosedived Harry's ass, burying her face between his toned cheeks, causing him to moan around her mother's cock, only increasing Apolline's pleasure further.
Eventually, Harry came up for air with a dramatic gasp. Apolline quickly bent down and zealously kissed the boy. "That was incredible, 'Arry," Apolline gushed. "My 'usband is the only non-Veela to ever take me deeper zan zat and that is with literally decades of practice," she praised him.
"I'm just a natural I guess," Harry blushed.
"Want to make me cum down your throat?" Apolline asked him with a devilish smirk. Harry smiled shyly back and nodded gently, before getting back to it. "Oh, Veela Queen," Apolline moaned as her cock was again submerged into Harry's talented mouth.
Harry sunk back down to his previous eight inches, just to see if he could take any more. He could not and so he switched styles. Instead of long deep strokes with his mouth he decided to bob up and down on the fist five inches of her cock, still quite the challenge, and use his hands to stimulate her lower half.
Apolline groaned loudly as Harry began to speedily bob his head up and down the top half of her cock, as his hands twisted and jerked off her base. His tongue swirled around her tip, pressing into her urethra. His cheeks were hollowed from maintaining a strong suction on her length. She groaned again, louder this time when Harry looked up into her eyes, his sparkling emerald irises gazing into her cerulean blue ones as he gave a virtuoso oral performance.
He was not even put off by Gabrielle losing her patience and fight with temptation and suddenly slipping her own cock into his lubricated ass. Though the girl's five inches were hardly the biggest he had ever taken, it could have still proved to be a distraction. But Harry's concentration never wavered. And after only a few minutes he got his just reward.
Apolline took pride in her sexual stamina, but in this instance, it had deserted her. It had fled from Harry's dazzlingly skilful performance and then eventually surrendered entirely. Though surrender in this case was a howl of pleasure from Apolline, followed by a myriad of French curses as she blasted the bucket loads of her cum down his gulping throat.
Gabrielle too lost her battle. The excitement of being inside of her saviour proving far too much for her. She also came inside of Harry, but with not quite the same volume of creamy goodness as her mother. "Harry's being filled up at both ends," Ginny snorted.
"He clearly loves it," Hermione said, indicating to the very erect cock dangling between his legs.
"Zat was one of ze best blowjobs of my life," Apolline gushed, interrupting the girls' light-hearted teasing.
"Thank you," Harry said slightly awkwardly, feeling far more comfortable gagging on cock than receiving a compliment.
"And zis iz your reward," Apolline announced, sinking lower into the seat and then lifting her legs up high, thus offering Harry her ass.
"What a lucky git," Ginny mumbled. Harry turned round to his girlfriend and teasingly stuck his tongue out. "I've got something better for you to do with that tongue, mister," Ginny said, placing a hand on the back of his head and guiding it into Apolline's ass.
"You English 'ave such funny jokes," Apolline laughed at the affectionate display between the couple. Her laugh soon turned to a moan as Harry's tongue set to work.
"I think we have another Frenchie to try out," Hermione said to Ginny, glancing at Maria.
"I like your thinking," Ginny grinned. The two Hogwarts students turned aggressively towards the French girl, who blushed once she realised that she was their target.
"So sexy," Hermione flirted with the dark featured girl, cupping her face and giving her a rough open-mouthed kiss.
"Such a gorgeous bum too," Ginny complimented, giving her slim ass a slap. "And someone's left it nice and open for me," she giggled at Maria's gaped ass. Ginny spat on her cock and rubbed her hand along her length. Satisfied with her lubrication, she smacked her dick against Maria's ass a couple times, causing a hollow sound. She then set about invading Maria's ass.
Hermione did the same but with her mouth, slapping her meat against Maria's face before unceremoniously shoving it in her oral orifice. "Oh god," she groaned. "French sluts are the best," she declared as over half of her cock slid into Maria's mouth.
"I will take ze compliment," Fleur smiled, kneeling next to Hermione.
"You certainly should," Hermione grinned, leaning over and kissing her girlfriend.
Woken out of her post-orgasm haze by the familiar sounds of sex, Gabrielle watched Harry ploughing her mother for a bit, before deciding to leave them to it and join the others. She slid herself beneath Maria, so that her face was in the perfect place to give the spitroasted girl a blowjob. Gabrielle lifted her head off of the plush carpet and worked at Maria's hanging length.
"Want a go?" Hermione offered Fleur.
"Certainly," Fleur accepted, quickly replacing her girlfriend in Maria's open mouth.
Hermione crawled over Gabrielle's sprawled body and joined Ginny at Maria's back entrance. "I hope her ass is as good as her mouth," Hermione said to Ginny.
"If her mouth is fucking brilliant then yes," Ginny replied, pulling out of Maria's ass and gesturing for Hermione to take over. Hermione did so and instantly agreed with her friend, the French witch's ass was 'fucking brilliant'.
Maria was particularly turned on by the way in which the two virtual strangers shared her ass. The casual manner in which they did made her hardest, the way they made her feel like a mere object for their amusement, made her cock throb in Gabrielle's mouth. "You like being used like a whore by strangers, don't you?" Fleur taunted her in French. Maria could not respond verbally as for the shaft in her mouth, but her expressive dark brown eyes told Fleur all she needed to know. "Such a whore!"
Simultaneously as Maria was being consensually violated, Harry was hammering away in Apolline's ass. Her breasts were a source of great fascination for him, being the biggest he had yet seen, so he pawed exploratively at them. "How are a real woman's breasts?" Apolline asked Harry just loud enough to receive several shouts of protest in response, from Fleur, Ginny and Hermione. Diplomatically, Harry did not reply. "This is your reward for saving my girl," Apolline told him.
"I thought it was for the life-changing blowjob," Harry joked.
"That too," Apolline smiled. "Take me as your prize for your heroism!" she encouraged as she tightened her ass, purposefully squeezing his cock.
"Oh fuck!" Harry exclaimed as he felt her velvety walls encase his cock in a strong but soft grip.
"Are you going to cum for me, Harry? Cum for this mummy Veela slut, Harry! Cum for me!" she urged him.
"Oh god, oh god," Harry he reached his precipice. "Ahhhhhhhhh!" he cried as he finally came down the other side. He buried his face in her breasts as cum rocketed out of his cock and into her ass, which was gripping and clamping down on his cock, greedily massaging all of his load from him. "That was so good," Harry panted as his softening cock slipped from Apolline's ass.
"You were excellent," Apolline told him, sitting upright, letting some cum dribble from her ass. She leaned forward and kissed him passionately. "Now I need some more youthful ass riding my cock," she imparted.
"Hermione, I think your future mother-in-law wants your ass!" he yelled at his friend.
"Harry!" Hermione chastised him with her tone, not pleased by the marriage talk.
"Too soon?" he asked to the room.
"Maybe a dash hopeful," Apolline laughed. "But I'll certainly see what I can do."
"Maman!" Fleur joined Hermione in her protestations.
"I'll get you back for that Harry Potter," Hermione told Harry as she walked over to them.
"I look forward to it, Mione. Enjoy," he said to her as he left for her spot next to Ginny.
"Enjoy yourself?" the redhead asked him as he sidled up to her.
"Immensely," Harry smiled, snogging his girlfriend.
"Well now you can give me moral support as I fuck this little French whore," Ginny said to him.
"Do you need it?" he asked as Ginny repeatedly rammed into the girl.
"No," Ginny admitted. "But I like having you around."
"It's nice to be wanted," he replied.
"From the sounds of it a certain Veela wanted you badly," Ginny commented.
"Jealous?" Harry teased.
"More of you than her," she shot back hotly.
"I'm wounded," Harry said dramatically.
"I'll make sure of it," Ginny jokingly threatened.
"You could never hurt this face," Harry said as he nuzzled lovingly into her neck.
"Very true," Ginny admitted, turning her head to kiss him again. "But I could hurt that ass."
As the couple had bantered away, Hermione had been busily attempting to fit Apolline's absurd thickness into her ass. "I don't take it too often," Hermione disclosed as she finally settled in Apolline's lap, the entire length inside of her.
"I'm not surprised with this thing," Apolline said, gently jerking Hermione's hard but idle shaft with both of her hands. "You've got me beat in length."
"But your thickness is…" Hermione never finished her sentence for the wind was knocked from her as she dropped back down onto Apolline's cock, having raised herself up. The staff battered its way into her, resizing her insides for fun. Hermione began to rhythmically rise and fall on Apolline's wand, her mouth agape from the sensation of having an organic battering ram inside her.
"I was worried Fleur would never find anyone," Apolline informed Hermione.
"She's… so… young," Hermione replied, unable to talk each time she plummeted back down on Apolline's cock.
"I was not panicking, but I was worried. Being a Veela can be very lonely," Apolline explained.
"I can… imagine why," Hermione said empathetically, getting her words out slightly quicker than usual.
"And it is this imagination that I believe has so enraptured my daughter," Apolline said. "Not to mention this cock, your tight ass, pretty smile, dazzlingly intelligent eyes and wonderfully anarchic hair," Apolline listed.
Hermione blushed at the detailed and sincere compliment. "She has… also enraptured… me," Hermione divulged. "As has this… fat cock!" she exclaimed. "Fuuuuuuck!" she cried out in pleasure as her shaft erupted all over Apolline's heavy breasts. The Veela's hands had been continuously stroking her veiny shaft; that, combined with Maria's ass earlier and, most notably, Apolline's own substantial shaft, had caused Hermione to speed over the edge and down into the valley of ecstasy.
"Quite the load," Apolline smirked, as she scooped some off of her breasts and tasted it. "Tasty too."
"Not as tasty as this," Hermione replied as she got off Apolline and proceeded to bend down and taste her ass on the older woman's dick.
A few feet away and both parts of another French-Anglo pair reached ecstatic heights. Maria came first, Gabrielle's slurping mouth and Ginny's hard thrusts combining to shove her into a state of orgasm. She came moaning around Fleur's phallus, cumming into Gabrielle's greedy mouth. The young Veela contentedly swallowing all that she was given.
Unsurprisingly, the sudden and harsh tightening of Maria's ass around Ginny's marauding cock, triggered the redhead's own orgasm. Her mouth being unoccupied she came in a louder fashion than the French girl she was cumming into; "Oh, Morgana's balls!" she cried as she unleashed her load into the clutching ass of the dark-haired girl whose own orgasm was just receding.
Ginny had little time to savour her orgasm, for just she fired one final rope of cum into Maria's ass when she was unceremoniously yanked to her feet, bent over at the waist, and then lubricated via a charm, all to the soundtrack of Hermione and Harry giggling. "Some warning, please," Ginny complained as Apolline pressed forward into the redhead.
"Your face was so confused," Harry chortled.
"A picture really can paint a thousand words," Hermione added.
"Get here you two," Ginny said as she swung her hands for both of them. Harry dodged out of the way of her grasping hand, using his Seeker instincts. But Hermione's attempt at a swerve was far too sluggish and Ginny wrapped her hand around Hermione's bushy hair and pulled the girl towards her. "Use your mouth for something useful," Ginny said tugging Hermione into place before her deflating cock. "Clean me up," she commanded.
"Yes, your majesty," Hermione rolled her eyes at Ginny's presumptions, but did in fact get to work.
"Ahhhhh!" Ginny squealed, partly at Hermione's mouth on her sensitive tip, but mostly at Apolline's cock bullying its way into her. The girth was something one had to acclimatise to, but once one did, the reward was undiluted pleasure.
"Take my cock! Take my cock!" Apolline implored Ginny as she began to ram into the Gryffindor.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Ginny yelled in return as Apolline's cock and Hermione's mouth worked their magic on her nerves.
Concurrently, Harry had found himself at the beck and call of a pair of Veela. Fleur had beckoned him over with a grin that promised bliss. Thus Harry, happily complied with her wishes and placed himself on his hands and knees, his ass in the air ready for her take. And she did so with enthusiasm, though she was outdone in that regard by her sister whose cock had re-hardened since it exploded inside of Harry's ass and Gabrielle decided that she wanted to explode in his other hole. Thus, she quickly positioned herself at the opposite end of the boy-who-lived to her sister and feverishly began to fuck Harry's mouth. "His mouth is almost as good as his ass," Gabrielle opined to Fleur in French.
"But not quite," Fleur agreed. "This is the best wizard ass I've ever had around my cock, including father. Though, his friend Ronald is a close second," she expanded.
"It's not fair that you didn't tell me about the ritual," Gabrielle pouted at her sister.
"All's fair in love and war, particularly if that war is against your sister," Fleur smirked smugly.
"I'll still win," Gabrielle declared confidently.
"Of course, you will," replied Fleur sarcastically.
"You'll see," mumbled, her mind already scheming away.
Not scheming, but acting purely instinctively was Apolline. Harry had fucked her cock back awake; Hermione had ridden it halfway there with her amazingly tight ass. But now Ginny's firmer ass was rushing her towards a destination of bliss. And quickly.
"Oh, goddess! Fucking, merde, merde, merde!" Apolline cursed loudly as the explosive forces of her orgasm built up to their peak. She quickly pulled back from Ginny's ass and gently pushed the girl down onto the floor. Hermione and her quickly got the message and positioned themselves facing Apolline's monster cock, their faces pressing together cheek to cheek. "You fucking English sluts!" Apolline roared in French, as she jerked herself to completion all over their smiling faces, glazing the both of them in her warm seed. She finished by shaking off her cock in front of them, flicking the last few drops of cum from her slit onto them. "Clean me up," she said simply once she was completely done. Hermione and Ginny obeyed, sucking and licking Apolline's cock completely clean. "Maria, go and round up anyone who wants to join an orgy," she ordered. Maria nodded obediently and then scurried away.
What followed next was several hours of hedonistic splendour. As more Beauxbatons students filed into the room and began to strip, Fleur finished dramatically inside of Harry, which then encouraged several giggling Beauxbatons girls to help themselves, passing around Harry as if he was a whore they had purchased from a seedy brothel.
Hermione and Ginny got their own back on Apolline, first pushing her down to her knees and taking it in turns to aggressively fuck her throat; then spitroasting her; and then both plundering ass at the same time, before adding their own loads to Harry's previous one.
Gabrielle had designated herself chief fluffer and went about orally servicing all of those who were waiting for a hole to become available. She set to her task with a fierce determination that could only be commended.
Fleur had found herself a cute, effeminate boy named Tomas, who she had never had the pleasure of ploughing before on account of his timidity, to thoroughly ream. "I'm going to fuck you all the way back to France," she whispered in his ear, causing him to whimper and then fire his load all over the carpet. Fleur cackled in amusement and continued to fuck him. He was definitely worth a repeat visit.
About an hour into the orgy, the party of depravity moved to Apolline's grand bedroom, to make use of the excessively large and very comfy bed. A few people left at this point, because apparently, they had something better do than engage in a wild, unfettered orgy.
In the bedroom Ginny instantly went for a girl she had previously spotted. Ginny and said girl, a dark-skinned Malian girl called Fatoumata spent the rest of the orgy fucking, besotted by each other and the stark contrast in their skin tone. At one point Ginny was fucking Fatoumata in doggystyle on Apolline's bed, next to Hermione who was fucking a long-haired wizard in the same position, and Fleur who was doing one of her regulars on her back.
Harry had chosen to fuck Maria as he had yet to feel her ass, and it soon turned into a threeway train, as a dusky hued boy came up behind him and slipped into his ass.
Gabrielle had opted to lie on her back with her ankles above her head, presenting herself to be used by anyone and everyone, and they obliged her, many using her as a way to keep hard in between other partners. That is until Harry, having finished with his triad of sodomy, decided to give her exactly what she wanted; namely a hard fuck of a chivalrous knight with his damsel-no-longer-in-distress.
Apolline set to severely disciplining the terminally giggling girls, lining them up one next to the other and spanking and slamming into them with some force. Their giggles were replaced by masochistic moans of sensuality.
Maria managed to find herself at the centre of a several person blowbang, the usual reticence that she would have at sucking off her peers gone and replaced by some raging need to provide them with pleasure, which she diligently did so.
The orgy slowly dwindled in numbers and energy and eventually only the original participants plus Fatoumata remained. Harry, Ginny, Fatoumata, Hermione, Fleur and Maria all soon made to leave. Apolline pulled Harry aside as the others exited the room into the corridor outside. "You saw your mother after the ritual, didn't you?" Apolline half affirmed, half asked Harry.
"How did you know?" Harry asked in surprise.
"There's something to you 'arry, something deeply feminine. I can sense zese zings," she said cryptically. "It's zere in ze relationships you cultivate, ze way you see zings," she continued. "And in the way you give blowjobs," she laughed. "Ask your mother about it, next time you see 'er."
"I'm not sure I'm going to ask my mum about how good she was at blowjobs," Harry said.
"Maybe not so bluntly, no," Apolline agreed. "But I look forward to our next… encounter," she purred at him, kissing him gently on the lips.
"So do I," Harry said.
"Night, 'arry Potter."
"Goodnight, Mrs Delacour. Goodnight, Gabrielle," he called as he left the room.
Apolline turned to face her daughter whose turmoil she could easily discern. "I see why you like him so much," Apolline said to her daughter in their native tongue.
"But he's taken!" Gabrielle wailed on the verge of tears. "And Ginny is perfect!"
"Oh, Gabi," Apolline said sympathetically, joining her daughter on the bed and holding her to her chest. "You have a chance," she reassured her daughter. "He will take many wives and maybe even a few consorts," she pointed out. "You have a chance," she repeated. She did not want to give her daughter too much false hope, but she did somewhat believe what she was saying. Harry clearly liked her and she could sense the growing ambition in all three of Harry, Ginny and Hermione, particularly in Hermione. So multiple wives were almost a certainty. And who would say no to a Veela?
The other six went first to collect their clothes, though Hermione, Fleur and Maria did not bother to put them on for the short walk down the corridor to Fleur's room. When the six reached Fleur's room, half dressed, half not, they exchanged goodbye hugs and kisses, before Ginny, Harry and Fatoumata continued on their way.
Fleur and Hermione spent several hours using Maria in increasingly creative ways. The culmination of which was Fleur and Hermione scissoring their legs together, thus pressing their shafts together, so Maria could ride the two towering poles simultaneously, stretching her ass further than Apolline had. The trio came together in a cacophony of screaming and cursing. Before they eventually collapsed under the covers, snuggled tightly together, and all fell into a blissful sleep.
On the walk up to the Room of Requirement, Fatoumata made use of Fleur's parting gift, a special Veela translation charm, to aid with communication due to Fatoumata's broken English and Ginny and Harry's complete ignorance of the French language, by regaling them with tales of her misspent youth in a castle in Mali. A castle of very different style to the Gothic one towering before them.
The three made it to the Room of Requirement and resumed where they had left off in the Beauxbatons carriage, except with a lot more intimacy. The three made gentle love to one another into the early hours of the morning. Until they too fell into a peaceful sleep.
Padma had decided to make the most of Hermione's planned absence from Parvati's dormitory. Hermione had told Lavender who had told Parvati who had told Padma. And thus, in turn, Padma had told Parvati that the two of them and Ron would be making use of the room. Thus, Lavender ought to find alternative accommodation for the night. Lavender found some in the dormitory of the year above, Katie allowing her to use her bed whilst she slept in Leanne's.
So, the stage was set. And now such a stage needed a good enough performance and Padma had just the scenario in mind. Though Ron was unknowing of this until it was happening.
"Ride my sister like a good slut," Padma encouraged Ron. "As you suck my dick like a fucking whore," she added.
Parvati was on her back on her bed, her head resting on the pillows as Ron rode her, his chest pressed into hers. Her sister was perched on the headrest, so that her cock was in front of Ron's face (or in his mouth) and her balls dangled by Parvati's own mouth. Ron and Parvati worked both parts of Padma orally, making the domineering Ravenclaw moan loudly. "I love when my sluts work together like this," she commented. "Makes me feel so loved," she giggled.
Ron and Parvati's mouths were both too busy to deign to respond to Padma's antics. The two were used to the Ravenclaw's particular form of sex-based vernacular. "Fuck! If you keep doing that I'm going to cum too soon," Padma announced, as she pulled out of Ron's mouth and stood up. She traversed Ron and Parvati, ending up by her ultimate target.
Ron did not know what it was that Padma was saving her cum for when she unceremoniously yanked her cock from his hungry mouth. But it did not take very long for Padma to make her intentions known. "Oh, bloody hell, Pads," Ron bemoaned as he felt Padma's cock attempt to sidle up next its twin phallus.
"Your ass is slutty enough to take it, and that's mistress to you," Padma snapped back delivering a sharp spank to Ron's ass.
Ron blushed, not at Padma's words, but at the truth behind the statement. The truth was revealed when the head of Padma's intruding cock slipped into his ass, followed surprisingly swiftly by the rest of her shaft. "Ha! Told you!" Padma proudly taunted once her entire length was buried inside of Ron, her cock lying prone against her twin's.
Ron mewled and moaned into Parvati's sleek black hair, as he slowly adjusted to having two cocks inside of him. Padma waited a few seconds, before leaning forward and pressing her face near Ron's. "Is my little slut ready to get his ass wrecked?" she asked, maintaining her harsh character whilst also checking to make sure that he was alright to proceed.
"So good, mistress," Ron just about got out.
"Good boy," Padma said condescendingly, quickly kissing her sister, before straightening back up again and beginning the retreat from his ass. She took her time, despite his positive status update, saturating in the heady sensations racing through her cock. Ron's ass was already the best she had ever had (though Parvati's would always have a special place in her heart, and Gabrielle Delacour's was very close), so to have his ass whilst it was already full with another cock only heightened the usually stunning sensations. She knew that she would not be able to hold out for too long. But she swore to make the most of it.
Ron's elastic ass, quickly stretched to accommodate the extra grith, thus allowing Padma to fuck him with abandon. The moment she could, the instant it was clear that Ron was ready, she dropped her careful motion and adopted a more typical, for her, all-out aggressive style. She pummelled her cock in and out of Ron, whilst Parvati was content to simply lie there and enjoy her sister's cock rubbing roughly against her own.
Ron whimpered into the mattress by Parvati's ear; "I'm gonna…"
"That's it," Parvati encouraged. "Cum for us, blow your load all over my stomach," Parvati whispered as she stroked the back of his head with her hand.
"That's it slut, fucking cum from having two cocks in your ass like the buttslut you are!" Padma roared, the dichotomy between the two sisters' tone and volume saying all you needed to know about the differences between the two in the bedroom.
"Ohhhhhh," Ron moaned deeply and gutturally as he came around the twin shafts of his girlfriends. His clutching, spasming, groping ass made short work of Padma's own resistance, hurling her over the edge and into bliss.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!" she screamed as she dumped her load into Ron's depths. Her cock pumping away as her body shook in shuddering ecstasy.
The two orgasming bodies soon came down from their concurrent highs. Padma's cock slipped out of Ron's sticky ass, a trail of cum running down Parvati's cock in her wake. Ron then rolled off of Parvati and collapsed onto his back next to the Gryffindor twin.
"It's your lucky day sister," Padma said as she eyed Parvati's still rock-hard cock. Parvati simply grinned knowing exactly what that meant.
Padma gave her sister a rare treat, her ass. She rode her sister in a measured but purposeful fashion, as it would be unbecoming of her to ride it in the wanton and whorish way in which Ron and Parvati would ride her own. She rose and fell on her sister's stick until said stick erupted into her ass. By this point Padma's cock was back to full strength, and thus she spent almost a complete hour switching between the asses of the two Gryffindor's before her. During which, Ron and Parvati came again, covering their stomachs and chests, before Padma added her own load to the mix, jerking her cock off over Parvati's cock and balls.
Naturally, this led to Ron crawling over to Parvati to clean up Padma's cum with his tongue, which itself led to Ron being spitroasted. This position, a norm for the trio, caused Ron to expend the last of his cum, a measly load, on the bedsheets, before Padma and Parvati erupted in a grand finale of jizz all over Ron's face and chest.
The three cleaned each other up with their mouths, licking, slurping and lapping away until they eventually feel asleep; Padma spooned up behind Ron, who was spooned up behind Parvati, Padma's arm curled protectively around the both of them.
Naturally, the debauchery resumed in the morning.
A/N: The much delayed chapter 18 is finally here. I hope it was worth the wait. The last month has been quite the fiasco, but should be back to Friday updates now.
I hope you enjoyed the introduction of Apolline, I certainly enjoyed playing up her sexual proclivities a bit.
Have a good week and see you again on Friday :)