STORY 8: Gabrielle visits Fleur and Harry at Christmas after graduating. Little does she know that they've got a joint Christmas present for her.
"Wiccstowe!" Gabrielle proclaimed clearly as she threw a pinch of Floo Powder into the fireplace, then stepped through the flames and out on the other side.
Rich smells of spice and tree-sap greet her as she steps out of the flames into the hall of the home that her sister, brother-in-law and she herself had built. The stonebuilt hall, with its richly painted walls, thick carpets, curtains and tapestry, was adorned with twists of ivy and holly. A fir tree towered in the centre beneath the massive timber roof-trusses, strung with glittering tinsel, baubles and the many little wood-carvings Fleur loved to make, and lit by a few thousand tiny lanterns.
For all that she loved the Villa de Razan, with the French elegance displayed in smooth, cold marble and classical art designed to display wealth and power, Gabrielle found herself relaxing as she arrived in the home she had helped build. It was warm and welcoming, the atmosphere of celebration adding to it.
"Gabrielle!" she was drawn from her reverie by the cry of her name as her brother-in-law arrived, the iron-banded timber of the door banging in his wake.
"Joyeux Noël Harry!" Gabrielle dropped her suitcase as she was swept up in a hug.
"And Happy Christmas to you too Gabi." Harry grinned at the slender Veela in his arms. "Fleur would apologise for not being here to greet you, but she's been going nutty about making sure everything is ready and ran off down to the village to get extra bacon despite me telling her we have plenty."
Gabrielle snorted, resting her head on the warm wool-knit jumper Harry was wearing. Gone was the scruffy, scrawny boy with glasses she'd first met, who didn't particularly like physical contact. Fighting the Second Blood War and then building his own home had cured him of the scrawniness, and the glasses had vanished around the same time, and scruffiness wasn't tolerated when you were dating Fleur Delacour. The aversion to physical contact had been done away with too, with a pair of cuddle-happy Veela around.
On the other hand, Gabrielle believed he could pull off casual, windswept sexiness with absolute ease. ...and that slightly roguish grin which never failed to leave her dripping.
"I know Fleur's not around, but she asked me to let you have your first present from us both as soon as you arrived." Harry told her, snapping his fingers to levitate her suitcase.
"Well, if my sister says so..." Gabrielle replied with a teasing grin, then yelped in surprise as Harry's arm around her back suddenly took her weight as he swept her feet from under her, hooking an arm under her legs.
She wrapped an arm around his neck as he lifted her in a bridal-carry and brought her through the doorway at the opposite end of the hall from where he'd entered - into the living quarters, past the doors to the sprawling living room, the library and the study, and up the stairs.
There were four rooms unused for anything but storage on the first floor, though they all had bathrooms, and the same could be said of three of the four rooms on the second floor, with just the master bedroom in use, and the same went for the cosy room under the roof trusses above. When she'd asked about the eight empty bedrooms, Harry had simply given Gabrielle a smile and told her that he had every intention of filling them. Fleur had him fixed with a hungry look all that afternoon, and while she'd had her back turned, they'd vanished and not reappeared for hours.
It was to the master bedroom that Harry brought Gabrielle, a warm space with a roaring fire in the hearth. The Christmas season reached even here, with drapes of crimson and forest green, ribbons and stockings hanging from the bookshelves, and all the furniture, from the desk to the wardrobe, the iron-bound chest and the vast four-poster bed, were of dark-stained carved timber, often with ribbon, tinsel or fabric draped upon them.
It took everything she had for Gabrielle to let go of Harry and try and ignore how much she was blushing as he set her down on the edge of the bed.
"So... my present?" Gabrielle asked, proud that her voice didn't crack once.
The mattress sank a little as Harry sat down next to her at such an angle that they were looking at each-other.
"Gabi, it's up to you whether you want this or not. Fleur told me of some of your desires about me." Harry began, then as Gabrielle's blush suddenly grew in strength and colour, and she was about to stammer out a denial he laid a finger on her lips and she fell silent. "You've not exactly hidden it Gabi, and we decided, now you've graduated, we'd offer you this."
He gestured to the bed.
"You mean... me... and you?" Gabrielle squeaked.
"Yes. If you want to join me in bed just this once, or to join us in hearth and home as well as in bed, that's what we're offering if you want to be ours." replied Harry, taking her hands in his, meeting her gaze with his own.
Gabrielle's response involved a large number of repetitions of the words 'yes' and 'oui', and a torrent of French delivered at such a pace as to be largely beyond the capabilities of Harry's understanding of the language, followed by him silencing her with a kiss.
Enthusiasm met experience (and no little enthusiasm as well), and Harry gently took control, intent on making this 'initiation' as pleasurable as he could for Gabrielle. His tongue tasted her lips, then dipped into her mouth. He took hold of her, fingers winding into her hair and more taking her by the small of the back.
He turned her onto the bed and tipped her back so she was supine on the blankets. Gabrielle willingly spread her legs wide, the bottom of her slender midnight-blue dress riding up her slender hips to show Harry that she was wearing a matching pair of dark blue panties that had more lace and more gauze than actual fabric.
Harry carefully undid the buttons of the knitted cardigan Gabrielle had arrived wearing, then banished it out from under her with a wave of his hand, leaving him with a mouthful of eager teenaged Veela, who was only separated from him by a thin layer of Egyptian cotton and his own clothes.
That would have to be fixed. Regretfully, Harry broke the kiss, leaving Gabrielle flushed and short of breath as he leaned back, pulling off his jumper and t-shirt in one go, followed by his trousers, leaving him clad only in his underwear. He took hold of Gabrielle, whose slender, pale fingers found his flesh, instinctively massaging hdr, and reached behind her and unlaced her dress.
"You are gorgeous Gabi." Harry spoke for the first time since they kissed as he stopped to admire the sight of Gabrielle's dress slipping off her. No stranger to having a stunningly beautiful blonde in his bed, wearing nothing but lacy lingerie, it was nonetheless a sight worthy of admiration.
"Merci." Gabrielle moaned as Harry pulled her onto his lap and latched on to her perky breasts as soon as he had managed to part her bra and cast it aside.
She let out a throaty moan which went straight to Harry's cock. Gabrielle couldn't contain her enjoyment of Harry's attentions, her breasts under constant attack from lips and tongue, and his calloused hands on the taut, pale skin of her ass. She rocked back and forth, grinding her soaked panties on the bulge in his boxers. Then one of his hands lifted and dealt her a sharp smack, only strong enough to sting lightly.
"On your back Gabi." Harry orders, his voice little more than a growl. She did as she was commanded, her eyes wide as he divested her of her panties. "Spread your legs sweetie, I'm going to fuck you till you scream."
"That might not take long." whispered Gabrielle, wide eyed as Harry simply vanished his boxers, slapping his cock down on her mound. She could see how her ravenous older sister had ended up with Harry. "Please... this is my first time..."
Harry took her wrists in his hands and pinned them to the mattress above her head, and leaned down, his lips meeting hers in a kiss, which, in the debauched scene, seemed strangely chaste and sweet. Then he lined up the bulging head of his cock with Gabrielle's virginal pussy slowly pushed forward.
Gabrielle whimpered as her tight cunt, which had never seen anything thicker than the tip of her wand, was parted by the thick cock of her brother-in-law. Harry's bodyweight bore down on her pussy, his cockhead parting her folds, then his veiny shaft pressed into her.
Whatever was left of her hymen after years of horseriding and 'playing' with her wand was sundered by the passage of Harry's cock into her dripping cunt eliciting no more than a slight yelp from Gabrielle. When finally her pussy was filled to the hilt, she could do no more than whimper into Harry's mouth. Veela and sex were synonymous for a good reason. Finally, she was as she was meant to be, on her back with her tiny cunt filled with the hot, throbbing manhood of a powerful wizard.
Harry slowly began pulling his cock back from the maddeningly tight Veela cunt he was buried in, his shaft coming out soaked in Gabrielle's arousal, and he then buried himself in her with another slow thrust, her wanton moan muffled by his mouth on hers, their tongues desperately twisting about each-other. The high heels she'd arrived with, the only thing she was still wearing, kicked at his back lightly, urging him deeper and harder.
This was not the first time Harry had deflowered and debauched a teenaged Veela, and thus, when Gabrielle, having finally got a taste of having a quimful of cock, wanted to be properly fucked, that was what she got. Harry's deep thrusts grew in pace, no longer just about savouring the clenching walls of her cunt seeking every ridge and vein of his shaft. No, now he was going to drive the slutty little Veela, writhing in his grip, to total ecstacy before he filled her with his seed.
Gabrielle's moans and whimpers grew to squeaks of pleasure as the mattress dipped beneath them each time Harry buried his manhood in her pussy. She could feel his testicles against her taint and asshole as he fucked her deeper and harder. The instinctive urge to be bred gripped her, and she pushed herself into each thrust, savouring every inch.
It would soon be too much, helplessly spread out under the man she loved and lusted, overwhelmed with her first fucking, Gabrielle's cries grew in volume until Harry tipped her over the edge, passing the grip of her wrists into one hand and playing her clit as he flattened the angle of his thrusts, his cockhead brushing the front of her clenched cunt.
Harry could control himself no longer, fucking the slender blonde through her first cock-induced orgasm with thrusts that had her perky tits bouncing in time, then let loose his climax. Gabrielle felt Harry's lips against her throat as he came, his hips jerking and shaft throbbing. She could feel the gouts of hot, sticky cum as he filled her with every contraction of his muscles. Her tight cunt was swiftly filled with a torrent of fertile sperm, flooding her womb, the primal proof of her deflowering. A few thrusts churned it up, more seed overflowing and dribbling down her ass.
As Harry's climax came to an end, Gabrielle was sated, her instinctive urge to be fucked and filled with seed fulfilled. However, she barely noticed that Harry was still hard as he pulled out. She did notice as he pulled her to the edge of the bed and rolled her over, one foot on the floor and the other with her knee on the bed.
"Do you trust me sweetie?" Harry demanded.
"With my life." Gabrielle managed to get out.
"Good girl."
Harry brought his fingers down on the small of her back, admiring the curve and lean musculature of his new Veela fucktoy, even as he cast a spell. Gabrielle had barely begun to wonder why when he pressed her into the mattress, and brought his cockhead, slick with his thick cum and the arousal of her freshly-deflowered Veela quim, to bear on the tiny star of her tight little anus.
Whatever she might have said caught in her throat as Harry once more bore down on one of her virginal holes, the muscles of which inexplicably refused to clench any tighter against the meaty shaft invading her.
Her tiny sphincter resisted as best it could, but weakened by magic and with the full might of a grown man bearing down upon it, her poor little asshole could only yield. Harry knew it was a memory worth immortalising, Gabrielle's tiny asshole parting over his cock with a squeak from the wide-eyed Veela, then clamping tight on the shaft which stretched her wide.
The spell had lubricated Gabrielle's ass and relaxed her muscles in such a way that they could not tighten any further, but as his cock pushed into her virgin asshole, she proved plentifully tight. The sensation of her entire bum clasped tight to his cock and the sight of her tiny asshole stretched around his throbbing shaft were glorious.
Though she was nearly incoherent and utterly cockdrunk, Gabrielle managed to gather enough self control to wiggle her hips, pushing back a little. Harry took the opportunity to ease more of his shaft up the Veela's indescribably tight butt until he was filling her bowels with throbbing cock. When finally Harry's hips meet her pert ass, Gabrielle was floating on a haze of debauchery, her eyes largely vacant, tongue lolling out, hands fisted in the sheets.
Harry had no indication from her to begin giving her the anal fucking her pert ass demands, so took the initiative once more, drawing back a few inches and feeding those few inches of cockshaft into the furnace of Gabrielle's rectum, building pace and depth. Gathering her hair in one hand, Harry pulled her torso off the bed, finally breaking through to her.
Gabrielle regained some awareness to the sensation of having her tiny asshole impaled from behind, being totally filled by a thick cock being all her cockdrunk mind could comprehend until she was pulled upright by her braid. The pain of her hair being pulled and the total fullness of her bum provided a perfect counterpoint to eachother. Needless to say she took the ass-fucking with an astounding amount of grace - that is to say, none at all.
"Baise moi! Plus! Plus fort! Fuck me please, fuck my ass! J'ai besoin d'être enculer!" Gabrielle begged.
Harry once more built up the pace as Gabrielle, his bright, elegant sister-in-law turned into his cockdrunk anal slut in but a few thrusts into her stretched asshole. She didn't even notice as the door opened, admitting her sister, who at first greeted Harry with a ravenous smile, then gained a look of shock as she realised her beloved little sister was greedily taking a rough fucking up her no longer-virgin ass.
Fleur padded over, wide-eyed as she watched Harry plunder Gabrielle's ass with thrusts the length of his shaft, she was about to do something, possibly involving kissing Harry, when he simply forced her to her knees, pressing her face towards his shaft, Gabrielle's stretched ass, taint and her cum-drooling cunt.
The filthiness of the action was actually what drove her to swipe at Harry's cock with her tongue, tasting her sister's ass and quim mixed with the potent seed of her husband intermingling on the throbbing manhood her sister was taking in her rump.
Gabrielle gasped as she felt a tongue tracing her ass, as Harry slowed for a few moments. She glanced back to see the unmistakeable silver blonde mane of her sister buried between her crotch and Harry's groin. Fleur gave a new definition to 'rimming' as she greedily licked indiscriminately at both Harry's cock and her sister's sphincter, stretched wide around her husband's meat.
"Fuck..." was all Gabrielle could gasp out, Harry robbing her of any words when he began rocking in and out of her rectum anew, her sister's tongue dipping into the creamy froth of cum in her cunt with little regard of the taboo nature of her action.
With the twin assaults on her cunt and ass, Gabrielle took little time indeed to reach a shattering climax, squirting her cum and Harry's seed from her cunt into her sister's greedy mouth as her lover pumped spurt after spurt of fresh jizz into her debauched ass. Harry pressed deeper, his second climax perhaps even stronger as his cock throbbed and pulsed irythmically.
He filled Gabrielle's pert ass with a load of cum, hot, sticky and viscous, and so very satisfying. Harry kept her impaled to the hilt on his cock, and flipped them both over, so he was sat on the bed and Gabrielle rested her back on his chest. Fleur settled on her knees, Harry winding a hand into her mane and drawing her into the sticky mess of Veela ejaculate and his own jizz, which she began greedily licking up and slurping down.
Harry groaned as the last round drew to an end, two tongues playing at the head of his cock as his two most favourite women in the world, dressed up in the sluttiest Christmas costumes imaginable, worshipped his cock.
Gabrielle's crimson leotard with broad buckled belt and hood with white fur-like lining was probably not appropriate for playing Mrs. Claus, particularly given that it only served to cup, rather than cover, her wonderfully perky tits, which were, by now, slick with her own saliva.
Fleur's Christmas Elf costume was equally erotic, being composed of a tiny green and white furred jacket that just closed at one button under her breasts, leaving the rest of her spectacular, spit-slicked cleavage bulging against it, and a similarly coloured miniskirt which, even when stood upright, displayed the lush curves of her ass, and when she was bent over or kneeling, covered little more than a belt would.
The sight of the two who had spent the afternoon slurping down Harry's cock, kneeling there, gloriously debauched, looking up at him with begging blue eyes was more than Harry could take.
His orgasm came with a groan and a torrent of jizz which barely relented enough to be called spurts, drenching both girls in a glaze of hot, salty spunk. Gabrielle, for all her inexperience, took the massive facial like her sister, with all the bearing of a professional pornstar. The mask of cum plastered both her face and Fleur's with a thick layer of creamy seed.
The last spurts were directed into Gabrielle's mouth, the taste and aroma of Harry's cum filling her senses as she greedily drank it down, her dream complete, her deflowered cunt, her stretched asshole, her greedy mouth and her lovely face all had his thick, fertile cum spilled in or on them.
The two sisters sat back on their heels for a minute as Harry slumped back on the bed.
"So, are you staying?" Fleur asked eventually.
"If you'll have me." Gabrielle answered.
"Always." was the immediate response.
"Perhaps I can help you fill those empty bedrooms." Gabrielle offered after another long, comfortable silence, unaware of her sister's eyes narrowing at her.
"You might have to fight Fleur for that." Harry chuckled. "She's the one with the breeding fetish."
"Who said I don't have that too?" Gabrielle grumbled to herself.