The Rise of Overlord Vulcan!

by The Dark Dragen

DEAD, BUT BEING WRITTEN IN THE REWRITE...

13. Chapter 13 - Second Summer: Part 1!

Authors Note: I have to say thank you to all the reviewers that reviewed the last chapter. Now I'd like to say sorry once again for the delay in update in this story, it was in part due to health problems, chaotic muse, but also waiting for my new beta reader to catch up to chapter 12, which he's only done nine chapters, with the new plot that he has added. However, after posting it on and having poor reviews about the idea, I decided to skip that and replace the story as it used to be. Which sadly, the whole thing was a waste of time, as I could have started on this chapter sooner.

However, the idea behind it isn't going to go to waste though, oh no, in time once I've sorted out this version of the story, I'll be doing that other version with the new heroes and clean it up a lot. For now I'm after someone who can help me clean up the lemons in this story and make them longer if possible, if you think you can help, please let me know ASAP… as I REALLY need someone to help with them. So once again, if you think you can help me by becoming my Lemon Beta Reader please let me know.

I would like to thank my latest new Beta Reader, The New Hercules, for cleaning up this chapter for me, he has agreed to look over my other chapters to see if he can clean them up too. Thank you mate, as I told you, you were a great find and have done a better job than I ever suspected you to do, in my mind you have easily made this chapter twice as good as it was in the first place. So once again thank you very much for betaing this story and I hope to keep you around for a long to time come. After my main Beta Reader, Slice, I never thought I find someone as good as him again - I was happy to find myself wrong.

I want to give The New Hercules special thanks for the mother/talk between Emma and her daughters, I asked him to see if he could make them better, and boy he did just do that, he rewrote most of it and made them hundred times better, adding things I could never thought of. So a BIG thank you for writing this. I would like to thank my other Beta Read, Slicerness, for adding a lot more to the end of the story involving Gabrielle, so thanks Slice for that.

§ 'Parseltongue!' §

'Thoughts!'

Warning:Underage Lemon, Incest, Forced Sex, F/f, m/F/f, Male Dom, Female Sub.

Chapter 13

19th of June:

A great example of an understatement would be to call Harry and the Granger family's drive back to their home in Winchester as a tense one. Conversation consisted entirely of filling Dan and Emma in on the remarkable exploits of their school year. Hermione had written them occasionally to keep the appearance of occasional updates. She had, however, glossed over and even outright left out the most dramatic events so that they wouldn't worry about their daughters' safety. None of her letters had mentioned the distressing circumstances they had found themselves in. She was well aware of how much anxiety being completely informed would cause them, and knowing exactly how much help they could offer, none, Hermione had done her best to minimize or leave out the most disturbing events, hoping they could be explained once resolved.

During the ride home, Hermione and Melody took turns telling their parents about what had been left out of the letters. They did inform them about the mysterious paralyzations that had happened, but that was only because Melody was attacked and they would be worried since she wouldn't be sending letters home like she was doing, so they would knew something would have been wrong and the truth was better. However, they didn't tell them the rest, like the enigmatic 'Heir of Slytherin'. They explained how, because of a few coincidental actions happening at the time, and because earlier they found out the Harry could talk to snakes, most of the students had for a time been convinced that Harry was this Heir, and that Melody and Hermione had stuck up for Harry when few else would. The two then explained how Harry, their daughters, and a few loyal friends; known collectively as the "Outcasts," had been shunned by the majority of the school, forced out of their houses, and into a new one. Harry took over to explain his journey into the Chamber of Secrets, and his showdown with the "memory" of Tom Riddle, who was possessing another young student. He made a point of making direct eye contact with Emma, and not breaking it, as he detailed his defeat of the Spectre and Basilisk and his rescue of Ginny.

There was a long pause after the trios' lightning fast recap of another adrenaline filled year. It was a while before Emma and Dan responded, but when they did, they started by expressing their deep concern for Melody; asking about her petrification, and her current state of health. It took a while before she was able to convince them she was completely back to normal. Not unreasonably, Mr. and Mrs. Granger talked about removing their daughters from Hogwarts, asking if either of them thought they might be better off in some other magical school. To this the girls emphatically insisted they were best off where they were, that everywhere else would be the same, and that the three of them were more than capable of handling anything that happened to them. The emotional and spirited arguments the sisters made for their continued study at Hogwarts convinced the parents to let them stay, but failed to completely reassure their concerned adults.

Emma and Dan were absolutely livid that Hogwarts hadn't notified them of the goings-on, and even more frustrated that there was next to nothing he could do to hold the school accountable. For a boarding school to completely forego telling her of a near disaster within its own walls, to neglect to inform the parents of students of events that brought about it's own near-closing was bad enough. In the Muggle World it would be grounds for a class action lawsuit for grossly negligent behaviour. What infuriated her most, what left her red faced and sputtering for words was that the school hadn't felt the need to tell them when one of their own daughters had nearly spent a MONTH in a comatose state, it was left up to their eldest to tell them about it. Dan told the group it showed how backwards the Magical World was, and Emma said if it wasn't for Harry there was no way she'd be letting her daughters return there next year.

The Grangers had expected a few surprises and some excitement unlike what they were used to when they sent their daughters to a wizarding school. What they were not comfortable with, however, was the level of danger that Harry, Hermione and Melody seemed to regularly find themselves in. So when Hermione timidly brought up the accident that turned her into a Catgirl, the two were almost relieved to be able to respond to a more run-of-the-mill seeming magical mishap. Harry and the girls told Dan and Emma about how a few of them had been experimenting with a ritual that was meant to give them useful animal traits; like better eyesight, heightened sense of smell, quicker reflexes, and other abilities; but something had happened to them and they had become a full on hybrid of the animal they'd wanted certain traits of. Hermione had become a hybrid of an ice-tiger/human.

Mr. and Mrs. Granger understood that their children had only been experimenting in something they believed they could handle when something unexpected happened. They were self aware enough to know that if they had magic of their own, they too would likely test the limits of their power, experiment and see if they could improve themselves. That said they still felt that the ritual was a bit reckless. Emma tried to reassure Hermione, first telling her that they weren't unhappy with her changes if she wasn't, but she then gently scolded her for not being cautious enough. It seemed that nearly anything could happen, or go wrong, with magic. Dan told her to put more time and thought into her projects when she was trying new things, to avoid this sort of mistake in the future. Abashed Hermione's eyes met the floor, but her parents, seemingly bolstered by the fact that their parenting could still help their special children, seemed to finally relax a bit more. There mind finally left the danger their daughters had been in without their knowledge. Once they finally arrived at the Grangers, Hermione showed her family her new true form before they sat down to an early dinner.

As they were finished their first dinner back home, Dan cleared his throat and made an announcement.

"As you girls know," looking at his daughters, "we normally go on holiday to somewhere like France a few weeks into summer. This year though your mother suggested that we do things a little differently. We thought we could leave earlier than usual, say tomorrow, and we could go somewhere we haven't been before until the beginning of August. We decided on Greece."

"Really!?" Hermione and Melody squealed together, making both their parents and Harry smile at how excited they sounded.

"Yes, really girls." Their mother said beaming. "We're going to one of the islands, Lesvos, for the summer. Not only that, but after a great deal of searching I found somewhere perfect for our family." She smiled warmly at Harry when she said this, showing him she thought of him as a part of her family. It made him smile. He knew he'd have her. "The place we'll be staying is not only a nudist camp, but a magical nudist camp called Nymphs' Nudist Camp."

Now this shocked all three children, "REALLY!?" The sisters repeated.

"Yes," Emma said again, still smiling. "I felt, and your father agrees with me, that since you're all part of the Wizarding World, we should go to a few magical places during the summer."

"So apart for Lesvos, we'll be visiting other parts of Greece and Egypt." Dan explained, letting his own excitement show, "These are places with quite a few myths surrounding them, so we thought it would be fun to see if we could verify for ourselves if these stories had any truth to them or not."

The three were just as excited as the adults were. They too relished the thought of getting the opportunity to find out if the some of the legends they'd heard before they'd had their introductions to magic had any truth to them. They were also excited to see the magical nudist camp, as there might be many different magical races the three hadn't yet encountered in Britain or at Hogwarts. It also meant that Hermione wouldn't have to hide her new form from others, like she would have to at the Muggle Camp, so she'd be able to relax a bit more. Seeing Hermione's smile Harry looked at her parents and asked, "When will we be leaving?"

"Early tomorrow morning." Emma answered. "We'll be leaving six o'clock, to arrive at the Heathrow Airport to catch our nine o'clock flight to Greece. From there we'll take a local flight to Lesvos."

It took a little while for the homecoming excitement to die down. Emma showed Harry a few brochures and books with stories associated with each location, Dan busied himself by emptying the car of luggage and bringing them to each persons room before settling in to his current novel, Hermione and Melody worked together to clear the table and wash the dishes, complaining about being unable to use magic. The rest of the evening passed quickly, and Hermione revelled in the freedom to be in her true form without needing any magic to cover herself. Seeing that her parents were okay with Hermione's new form, and jealous that she got to show off her cute transformation in front of everyone, Melody decided it was the right time to inform them about her ability. Like her sister, she too sometimes felt more comfortable in her Pika form (She was going to bite Harry for coining that phrase). So shortly before they went to bed, Melody approached her family.

"Mum, Dad, Hermione, there's something I want to tell you, something I've only told Harry."

"What's that dear?" Emma asked gently, as she and Harry looked up from the travel material they had been looking over, as Dan lowered his book giving Melody his full attention, and as Hermione poked her head back in the room.

"I think it might be better if I showed you." Melody quietly replied. She began to transform, and her body started shifting. She perked up like she'd remembered something quite suddenly, and then hurriedly yanked the back of her waistband down for her pants. Hermione was about to ask about it before a zigzag shaped tail sprung up.

Hermione squeaked out in shock, "Eek, you're a… a Pikachu!" like Harry had when he'd first seen her in this form.

"Harry said that too…" Melody grumbled, embarrassed.

Melody was surprised to see her parents smiling instead of looking shocked.

"It's about time you showed us you could do this." Dan laughed.

"Y-You knew about this?"

"Of course we did dear." Emma answered with a smile, "We saw you sneaking out at night while Hermione was at Hogwarts. We knew about your lightning skills too, though we only found out about that recently. We thought we should wait for you to come to us before we said anything."

"Oh mum, dad," Melody said softly, "I didn't say anything because I didn't know how you would react to what I could do."

"Oh honey," Emma said softly as she and Dan pulled their daughter into hug. "You're our baby and we will love you no matter what you do or look like."

"Oh Mummy!" Melody cried as Hermione joined her sister in the happy moment. Harry chose this instant to silently leave the room, heading up to his bedroom to get some sleep.

o0OoO0o

On the plane to Athens:

It was ten thirty and Harry and the Grangers were on the plane flying first class from Heathrow to the Athens International Airport. Thanks to a longtime friend of the Grangers they got the opportunity to fly on the planes maiden flight, in first class no less. The plane was new model, meant to be the height of luxury. The airline designing it wanted to attract individuals rich enough that a travel budget basically did not exist, but found it impractical or ostentatious to buy or charter private jets.

They had woken up about five in the morning, and were out of the house by six. After getting to Heathrow Airport they spent the next half hour getting ready to board the plane, finally taking off at nine o'clock. Once on the plane, Melody, Hermione and Emma watched a film on the planes wall-mounted 50" flat screen tv, reclining on the comfortable living room chairs you'd never normally see on an airplane. Nearby Dan and Harry played a few games of darts on the dartboard they'd found. "Never been on a plane with one of these before…" Dan had mumbled to himself before asking Harry, "Fancy a go?" clearly confident he'd beat the young wizard. Harry had never played before, but with some subtle wandless magic he successfully stayed just a little bit ahead of Dan. Harry thought that if Dan knew he might call it cheating. Then again, he thought, he didn't know. They played for about an hour, Dan getting more and more frustrated, perpetually sure that the next game would be the one where he put the young Harry in his place, before Harry found himself getting bored. As much fun as beating Dan was, it was getting repetitive. So after winning another match, graciously, Harry felt, very close, and completing an eight game victory streak, he told his chaperone. "Hey Dan, I'm going to have a walk around the plane."

"Alright Harry, don't get lost." Dan joked.

"No promises." Harry replied as he walked off. Never having flown before, he had no point of reference, but what he had seen on the plane was much better than what he had seen in papers and the TV, and what his image of airplanes were. The seats were cushioned, and looked like belonged in a fancy hotel lobby. Each had about a foot of space between each seat so that there was more room for each of them, and people wouldn't be squashed together. The arms were outfitted to hold cups and laptops, and in addition to the standard headphone jacks they had outlets meant to charge phones and other electronic appliances.

After exploring the plane to his satisfaction, discovering it was actually only half full, he found himself in the need for the loo. He was surprised to find that the bathroom was bigger than he'd expected it might be. It was also more blank and featureless then he'd thought he'd find it. Just as he was leaving the bathroom, he was pushed back inside, his lips passionately attacked by anothers.

~~~ Lemon Begins ~~~

"Oh Master!" Melody said excitedly as she pulled away from the kiss.

"Mel, what do you think you're doing?" A shocked Harry demanded. It's not like he was unhappy, a horny apprentice was a good apprentice, but he was curious as to whether Melody was the least bit concerned about where they were. Anyone could come and want the loo, even her parents or Hermione.

"I don't mind this, but what about your family, or the rest of the people on the plane? They could catch us."

"I know, but come on Master; We might never have a better chance to join the Mile High Club!" Melody urged as she unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock, already stroking it to hardness. "There are five other loos on the plane. As for my family, they're watching a movie. You know it's almost a rule for us; we don't pause a movie for any reason. I told them I was coming to look for you and look round the plane too. We at least have ten minutes, more if we want it." She looked up at him, eyes twinkling, short sandy-blonde hair tousled around her blushing cheeks and chin, smiling playfully. "Don't you wanna join the mile high club?" and without giving him time to answer she knelt down and started to lick his cock.

"Merlin, Mel…" Harry moaned out in pleasure as Melody went to work. Giving in to his feelings he caved, "Fine girl, but just a quick one." He was halfway through waving his hand to throw up a ward to keep them silent but still let them hear what was happening outside in case someone knocked, but thought better of it. Considering the dangers, however nonsensical, he'd rather not cause the plane to fall out of the sky.

Instead he turned back to Melody and dragged her reluctant mouth off his shaft before pulling her into a forceful kiss. One hand wrapped tightly around her waist, he used the other to plunge into her knickers, briefly teasing before inserting his fingers into her wet and eager holes.

"Ohhh Master…" She moaned into his cheek. "That feels so good…."

"I would to take my time…" Harry told her quietly, as she helped her Master pull his jeans and boxers down to his thighs, "but the longer we take the more likely we are to be interrupted."

"I don't care," Melody said, her eyes shut tight, panting softly as Harry's fingers continued pumping her. There wasn't a whole lot of room, but she had more than enough to lift one leg up and press her smooth and slippery slit against his hardness. "Just fuck me Master."

"As you wish, my little slut." Harry said with a smirk as he stepped into her and buried his stiff cock into her tight pussy. He turned her slightly and rested her taut ass against the sink, and began to slowly move his hips into hers now that he had a solid surface to hold her against. Her hips followed his dick each time he exited pussy, eager and impatient to have her back inside of him. As he steadily increased his tempo, her short, rapid panting breaths began to heat up the bathroom a bit; just enough fog the mirror slightly and to draw a very slight sheen of sweat on their bodies. He knew she loved what he was doing to her - with each thrust into her eager and receptive vag her upper body melted further into his torso, and she wrapped her arms and legs more tightly around him. After a few euphoric minutes of his hammering into her, he felt her twat contract a bit more firmly around his cock, and saw her lean back as she came. Melody was able to cry out only once before Harry quickly captured her lips in a kiss to silence her.

Harry had to admit, fucking her in that loo felt great, and wouldn't mind doing it again someday. Unfortunately the increased pleasure and danger made time seem to fly by and before too long they both groaned loudly and came, Melody for her second time. Harry flooded her womb with his seed, while Melody happily did her best to milk him, as much as she could. Harry fell back onto the toilet seat, breathing heavily, as Melody sank to the floor, back against the door, legs spread out and bent granting Harry a view of her sweaty stomach, panting slightly, as the smallest drops of his semen seeping out of her hole. She opened her eyes half way and smiled shyly at him, blushing, before following his gaze to her leaking pussy. She wiped it off her leg with two fingers, tasting it.

"Mmm…" She moaned, before half-teasingly whispering "more" and crawling the short distance to Harry sat. Melody shifted to a kneel before Harrys deflating dick, her pretty cheeks flushed, her bushy hair even more bedraggled than before. She stared at it curiously for a moment before opening her mouth and engulfing his cock once again. She quickly brought him back to full hardness, and the cramped bathroom was soon filled with the sound of her sucking hard on his dick and pumping it with a free hand. His soft grunts of satisfaction egged her on as she licked him from base to tip and swirled her tongue around his head. Just as he had to her earlier, she sped up, never exerting too much energy. Melody did her work well and Harry came quickly and without warning into her mouth. She waited for his cock to stop emptying his balls into her, before swallowing, sitting herself happily onto his lap.

~~~ Lemon Ends ~~~

Before long they recovered, Melody still smiling contentedly. Harry sighed and reluctantly pulled on his clothes, telling her to do the same.

"Oh Master do we have to?" Melody moaned, utterly disappointed. "I want a second round."

"I do too Mel, but this will have to do for now." Harry said gently, "We have to get back to your parents before they come looking for us."

"That doesn't mean I have to like it." Melody countered with a fearsome pout, as she checked to make sure her skirt was clean.

"I don't like it either, but we really do have to go." He said again before he pushed his head out of the door to make sure they were clear. Seeing that they were, he grabbed her hand and lead her back to her family.

o0OoO0o

3rd of July:

Two weeks later and the Grangers and Harry could easily say they were having a great time. Hermione and Melody were able to be in their natural forms and, aside from a few initial curious looks, they were left completely alone. Melody had gotten a conjured pokeball thrown at her by a starry eyed little boy covered in scales, but that was put to a quick end as she summoned a bolt of lightning from the cloudy sky and turned the ball into slag in mid-air.

They had met with a local group of Merpeople while swimming and were shocked to find them looking completely different from the ones at Hogwarts. Thankfully the colony did actually have an explanation for this. Apparently the colony at Hogwarts had originally looked like them, but because of some conflict in their past, they'd been cursed to look monstrous. The Merpeople didn't know - or at least weren't willing to say - who'd cursed them, but they'd been forever grateful to the Founders of Hogwarts for granting the cursed Merfolk asylum.

That wasn't all. Not only did they meet the local Merpeople colony, but while they were enjoying the beach they also met several Sphinx, Veela, Goblins, Centaur and Kentaurides - as they learnt the female Centaurs were called in Greece- and many other fantastic creatures. The Grangers and Harry enjoyed the chance to meet and talk with so many new species, and it went without saying Harry enjoyed seeing so many women naked.

During their time on the island they visited the Temple of Aphrodite. Only the Magicals knew about the truth behind the temple. She had once been a powerful witch of her time who helped her people find love. There were many stories about her, but no one for sure knew which were true or not. The only detail anyone could confidently state was that she'd helped people fall in love - though whether or not the two people who fell in love were willing was up for debate.

On Harry's side of things, he knew that if he wanted Emma for himself he would have to sort out Dan, and seeing that he didn't want to kill the man, he needed to do something else. Fortunately for Harry, he had finally Mastered the Mind Trick. For the last two weeks, Harry subtly began manipulating Dan into helping him and following his instructions - he was taking it slowly so neither Emma nor Hermione realized what was going on. He didn't want Dan to fight him when he made Dan do things contrary to what his will would normally be, so steady build up was required. Harry needed the man to be okay with handing his wife over to him and not bat an eye at what he was doing with Melody. It was a long term project, but he was getting good results so far.

It was Saturday afternoon and Dan was visiting the Temple of Aphrodite once again, Hermione and Emma were taking a swim in the pool at the camp, and Harry and Melody were in his hut fucking each other. Little did Harry and Melody know that Hermione was coming back from the pool to get something to eat.

As she passed Harry's hut Hermione found that his door was open. Since it was both closer and she had a standing offer to come in and use his kitchen or bathroom if she needed it, she slipped inside, only to freeze as she heard a voice she instantly recognized as her sisters moaning wantonly before a particularly loud series of slaps could be heard. "Oh yes Harry, fuck me like that, fuck me hard, fuck me HARD!"

Hermione peeked inside and was shocked as she saw her sister and her best friend/crush fucking each other like wild animals. She'd suspected that the two might be together for some time, but she never thought that the two were sexually active. Why should she, they were still young and shouldn't be thinking about such things for some time… at least that's what the rational part of her mind said. She herself had only begun to have those kinds of thoughts recently, but she felt that was perfectly natural since she was nearly fourteen and was thus in the average range for those sort of thoughts to appear.

She didn't know what to do, should she tell her parents or should she leave it alone? Part of her wanted to tell them, mainly her father, so that she could split the two up. She would be lying if she said she wasn't jealous of what they were doing and that she wasn't a part of it. But on the other hand, she didn't want to expose either of them because it would only hurt them. They had clearly been responsible about it until now, and she had already seen once how Harry was like when Melody was petrified - she didn't want to be on his bad side for splitting the two up. As for her sister, Melody would likely hate her forever for parting her from Harry, her first in apparently everything, love, sex partner and whatever else the two got up to.

She had to talk about her feelings to someone, and after some thought she decided to talk to her mum. Unlike her father she knew her mum would keep it to herself as long as no one was being hurt and everyone was taking the necessary precautions if she requested it. Scurrying back to the pool she sat down at the rim of the pool and kicked her feet until she saw her mother getting out, ready to go back to her own cabin.

Once Emma finished her swim she found her red faced daughter sitting on the edge of the pool. She had to wonder why her oldest looked so terribly embarrassed, and there was really only one way to have that question answered. Sitting next to Hermione she asked, "Hermione, dear, what's wrong?"

"Can… can we talk back at your hut?" Hermione requested, "I don't want to be overheard."

"Of course dear." Emma told Hermione reassuringly, worried about what her daughter want to talk about. She led her daughter to the hut she shared with Dan.

o0OoO0o

Once they got to her hut, Emma sat her daughter down on the small loveseat in middle of the wall furthest from the entrance. After getting drinks to rehydrate themselves from the swim, she joined her oldest daughter on the couch. The young mother sat, cross legged, facing her daughter, while Hermione faced forward with her knees together and her feet flat on the floor. She clutched a pillow tightly to her chest, and seemed to be on the verge of tears.

The couch was meant for two, so even if Emma couldn't see the girl's obvious pain from her body language, which she could, she would have seen the pain and hurt written on her face. Seeing puffy red eyes, a slightly running nose, and tears welling up at their source filled Emma with a matronly mix of concern and anger. Who had hurt her daughter this way? She wanted to seek them out, and confront them in the most painful way she could. No one was allowed to make her daughter this sad. 'What could make my brave baby girl so unhappy?' she wondered. If some creep had approached her on the beach, if some evil pervert had touched her, she would find and hurt this person, magic or no.

Anxious as she was, she forced herself to wait until her daughter had calmed down a bit before gently asking, "Hermione, what's wrong?"

"Oh mum," She cried out, "I don't know what to do. It's about Harry and Mel."

"What about them?" The worried woman asked, hoping there was nothing wrong with either the two. She wondered if they might have done something to hurt or exclude her, but she couldn't see Harry doing that - he cared too much about Hermione to ever do something mean to her. Neither could she imagine Melody picking on her older sister, the two had always been close, even before Harry the sisters had been each others only friend.

"They're… they're together." a sad and tearful Hermione quietly told her mother.

"Oh." Emma paused for a moment, thinking about what to say. Hermione was clearly hurt, more vulnerable than she had ever seen her before. Seeing their best friend together with a younger sibling would make anyone confused and angry, unsure of how to feel. The situation was further complicated by the fact that Emma had long suspected her oldest daughter had been harboring a secret crush on the boy. Hermione's heartbroken reaction to the knowledge of Harry and Melody's now not-so-secret relationship suggested her suspicions had been founded.

Emma wasn't surprised that both her daughters had fallen for Harry so soon. Emma could see the young wizard was quite a catch, even at thirteen. 'No,' she reminded herself. 'Harry's not even thirteen yet. How is that possible? He acts like someone twice as old as he is.' For most men it was usually enough to be rich, confident, good looking, and clever, but Harry was already much more than that. He was also a powerful and heroic wizard, internationally famous for having stopped a murderous psychopath who had terrorized the country for years - three times before thirteenth birthday - and, as a result perhaps, had matured far beyond his years. 'What girl at any age wouldn't want someone like Harry?' Emma thought to herself. 'I know I would, if I was younger. Or if he was older.'

Remembering her husband - and now both her daughters apparently - she tried to shake that thought from her mind.

She had to be careful with her words, to avoid hurting her daughter more than she already had been.

"They are a bit young, but to be honest baby I'm not surprised. I noticed they've spending a lot of time alone together this summer." Emma admitted, she hoped soothingly. Now she understood what had made Hermione so upset - her own sister had taken the person she'd fallen for herself. Her mother was a little relieved, though she sympathized with the pain she knew Hermione must feel. The same thing had happened to Emma when she was younger. Her younger sister Rosaline dated the guy that she'd been crazy about when they were children. She'd even gone on to marry him. Having experienced something so similar, Emma knew exactly how much anger, frustration, envy, and bitterness Hermione was bottling up.

"I'm so sorry that you and Melody fell for the same person. I know how horrible you must be feeling now "

"No you don't." Hermione sobbed into her pillow, which was now wet with tears. "You've got no idea how I feel. I want to die."

Her heart jumped into her throat, and Emma immediately moved to put her arm around her daughter. Hermione pulled away. She pulled her knees up in front of her and sat back into the couch.

"Hermione baby, I do. Please don't say that."

"It's true and no you don't!" Hermione shouted. "How could you!? You've got no idea how I feel!" Her mother's heart was laden with sympathy and sadness, and pain at the pain her daughter was feeling.

"Hermione please listen to me. I do know how you feel, something just like this happened to me when I was a little older than you are now. It happened to me, but it was worse." At this Hermione's gentle sobbing quieted down for a moment.

When it stopped completely, she glanced at her mother doubtfully, and asked her,

"How could it possibly be any worse." Emma could hear so much doubt in her voice that she almost sounded bored. She hesitated for a moment before answering. She'd never before told anyone what she was about to say.

"When I was fourteen, I met an older boy through some friends, and I immediately fell in love him. I just knew we would be together forever, knew that he was the one, and I knew for sure that we'd go on and get married and have babies and get old together. The little girl I was imagined all of it, and I daydreamed about him constantly." The memories still brought back some of her bitterness.

"When we first started hanging out alone together, I was happy beyond words. When he told me he wanted to make me his girlfriend I thought my heart had stopped. He was my first kiss, my first boyfriend, and before we'd been together for three months he was my first lover. I thought he was everything a boy should be." She paused again here. She'd been looking at the floor, and felt like she was admitting something shameful she'd once done, or was confessing to a priest. Now however she turned her head back towards Hermione. She was relieved to see her daughter had stopped crying, and was looking at her with mild interest. Hermione had lowered her pillow and turned to face her mother.

"After we'd been together for about a year - which had been the happiest one in my life - I started noticing him acting strange. He began to act distant, he wasn't always home when I called, and he made less of an effort to see me. Before this we would talk on the phone every day, and at night he'd sneak into my room about twice a week. I thought it was the most romantic thing ever, I felt like Juliet from that play." She stopped again here, quietly remembering the incredible sex she'd had with the boy; the way he would just take her, violate her, and command her still got her aroused. To this day it made her cheeks flushed and panties moist.

Their first time together had been against her wishes. Emma had been reluctant. She actually begged him not to, and physically fought against him. She'd wanted to wait until marriage and had been raised to believe it was the right way to do things. He ignored her though, and afterwards she'd been glad he had. Emma had cried out when he popped her hymen, she'd sobbed in pain as he fucked her tight and bone dry snatch. She'd bled so much she had to burn her sheets the next day, but before he'd finished she'd started to like what he was doing to her. Looking back she realized for the first time what he did was full on rape, and if she hadn't started to enjoy it later he might still be in prison, considering he was nineteen at the time.

After her first time, she would do anything he asked of her without question; both in and out of the bedroom. Sometimes she resisted his advances just to aggravate him. He was more forceful, aggressive, and rough when angry, and Emma loved his dark side. He was most likely where she'd gotten her kinkyness, and him betraying her as he had did nothing to lessen her joy in sexual submission; if anything it had been heightened. Emma had loved being used like that, and the thought of doing the same with another man would feel like getting back at him in some small way. It frustrated her that the only other man she'd been with was Dan, who was simply unwilling and unable to take command in anyway.

He was gentle and caring, and she appreciated him for it, but for the entire duration of their marriage the only way she could get herself off was by taking command and punishing him for being such a fucking wimp. She'd never told him that however, and he loved her abusing him. Through their bedroom antics her sexual frustration had always been alleviated, and she managed to leave her absolute contempt for him in the bedroom. Since he'd had his accident though, he'd been impotent and fucking useless in the sack. However, for her daughters' sake, she'd managed to lie to herself about her dissatisfaction with her husband, and ignore her growing scorn for Dan; pushing away any thoughts of his failings as a man, and ignoring her body whenever she'd get horny.

For the past year Emma had been growing more and more resentful towards her husband. Sometimes she'd try and fool around with him, simply practice foreplay for fun and bonding. She thought it would help her if she acted on some of her urges. She thought she might stop being so angry with him all the time, but he'd stop her when things got even mildly interesting. Dan had taken to giving her the excuses she heard men joke about getting from their wives; saying things like he had a headache, he was tired from work, and he wasn't in the mood. The last time she started things with her he told her 'I just don't see what the point is.' 'The point!?' She'd wanted to scream, 'The point is to be a MAN for ONCE and get your wife to come, you useless fucking EUNUCH!' Instead of saying that though, she'd left to go write about the incident in her journal.

Emma loved her Diary; she felt full of righteous frustration whenever she'd write in it. One of the most common types of entries were her rants about how pathetic Dan was. The Diary had stopped being a true journal of her life's events and simply become a catalogue of her frustrations with her husband and a collection of sexual dreams and fantasies. Those tended to be vivid but only half-written; possibly due to her habit of pleasuring herself while writing in it. She felt like an animal in heat when using it. Emma guessed it was because when she saw on paper how frustrating her situation with Dan was she felt validated as a woman. After each session of writing/passionate masturbation, she found herself a little more sure of herself and a little more resentful towards Dan. She had forgotten it at home before the trip, much to her chagrin.

"Mum?" Hermione's voice brought Emma back to the present. She hadn't realized how long she'd been thinking. Emma smiled at her daughter. At least her silence had given her daughter time to calm down a bit more, she was no longer crying.

"Sorry baby, I was remembering things. What was I saying again?"

"The love of your life started acting different. Harry did that too, but I didn't really notice until Melody was in the hospital wing at school. Everyone noticed. Did your boyfriend get really angry, snappy, and distant?"

"He was distant like I said, but no to the other two. It seemed like he was avoiding me, and when I did see him, he never wanted to talk or hav-… or do the things we usually liked to do. I suspected he was cheating on me, and it turned out I was right."

"So what." Hermione huffed. "That happens to lots of people. And that's got nothing to do with me Harry and Melody."

"It broke my heart at the time, Hermione." Emma said not quite sternly. "And I'm getting there. I was getting really worried so I went to my older sister, your Aunt Rose. She had just found someone herself you see, and she was very happy. I told her what was happening - I had kept him a secret from the family because he was so much older - and as we were talking, we realized we had been dating the same guy." At this Hermione's eyes widened and her mouth made a little "o" shape.

"No way!" she whispered, "What did you two do?"

"Me?" Emma asked rhetorically. "I started crying right away. We may not have known but he did. On the nights he didn't sneak into my room he snuck into my sisters. I know, he was a total scumbag." She added, seeing Hermione's jaw drop.

"Anyway," she continued "Your Aunt Rose didn't believe me. At first she laughed and thought I was playing a joke on her. Then she got mad and called me a liar, saying I was a jealous, ugly little slut, that there was no way her precious boyfriend would go for me, that I was just trying to ruin her relationship. She even called him and I had to listen as he denied even knowing who I was. I was crushed."

Hermione, still shocked, looked at her mother like she was seeing her for the first time.

"So yeah. Your Aunt Rose stole the guy I'd been dating, and stayed mad at me for a long time after for 'lying to her.' I was mad at her for stealing my boyfriend, at him for cheating on me, and didn't speak to her for years. They even went on and got married a few years later. I didn't think I'd ever be able to forgive either of them. " Emma said.

Hermione looked away for a moment before asking a question.

"Is that why we never see Aunt Rose, Uncle Roger, or cousins Thomas David and Kyle?"

"It is dear."

Hermione paused again, before saying, "What a fucking bitch!"

Emma let out a laugh. "I know right? When we found out I was devastated but still a little in love with him, so one of the worst parts was knowing how absolutely wrong for each other they were. They both were very demanding people, extremely controlling. But I knew Rose was too much for Roger and I knew she'd change him; eventually she'd have him licking her boots and doing every little thing she said. And I was right."

"Good. Fuck him. He's a dick and she's a skank, they deserve each other." Hermione said. Emma laughed again.

"I don't disagree honey, but please watch your language."

"Sorry mom. Sorry for yelling at you." Emma reached out for her again, to give her a hug, and this time she wasn't rebuffed.

"Tell me about how you found about about Harry and Melody. Did you catch the two of them kissing or something?"

"Emm," Hermione began, feeling as if her entire body was turning red at the memory, and the sudden reality she would need to talk about it.

"M-More than that, I caught the two… I saw them having sex. They were going at it like animals."

Now that did shock her. The most Emma had expected was hugging, holding hands, and light kissing at the moment, not full sexual intercourse at this age. She herself had had her first sexual experience young compared to most, but not this young. She was nearing fifteen at the time. She was a little disappointed with herself for her immediate and involuntary emotional reaction, which was a combination of envy and contempt. Envy that Melody was having sex while she wasn't, and contempt for her own useless mate, being outdone by a twelve-year-old. From Hermione's brief, bashful description alone she could tell that Harry already had more energy in bed than Dan ever had. Angry with herself for thinking along those lines, again, she pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind and thought about what she should do.

"Hmm, this is something I'll have to talk about. I feel they're too young to be going that far. Then again, I doubt I can make them stop now that they've started. I wished they would have waited until they were a little older though."

"So you're not mad mum?" Hermione asked hopefully, as she didn't want to hurt two of the people she cared about most.

"Oh no dear, I'm not." Emma said with a reassuring smile, "Like I said, I think it would have been best if they had waited until they were older, but I'm sure they both know what they're doing. It's ultimately their decision anyway. I'm one of the few who believe that as long you're old enough to know what you doing, and you're taking care of each other, it doesn't matter what calendar year you start fu-… having sexual intercourse. More importantly though baby girl, are you mad?" She asked, concerned. Hermione sighed.

"No, I'm not mad. It's just…" Emma waited for her to continue. "It's just I wanted to be with Harry!" She squeaked, as her throat betrayed her and as her eyes filled with tears She allowed her mother to hug her again. She swallowed that stupid lump back down her throat and continued,

"I wanted to be with Harry, and Melody beat me to it. I wanted us to be each others first kiss, and now I can't, at least I can't be his. And unless I want me and Melody to be like you and Aunt Rose and I don't I can never be with him ever! Cause he's not like Uncle Roger, Harry's perfect, and he and Melody are perfect together but me and him would be perfect together too! And she knew I liked him, I know she knew, she had to, and did she just not care? They should have told me I mean I'm her sister and I'm his best friend, I think… I mean I'm older and he was my friend first, she wouldn't even know him if it weren't for me I introduced him to you guys! AND we were each others first friends! And I'm older than both of them and I haven't even been kissed yet and my little sister and him are screwing already, they probably screw all the time and we don't know, I bet they're still screwing right now! And they aren't even thirteen, my little sister had sex with the boy I liked and I haven't even been kissed and-" Her mother stopped her here, and Hermione started sobbing into her mother's chest.

"Okay baby take a breath! Breathe! It's alright baby girl…" Emma cradled her heartbroken daughter, who seemed to just now remembered how upset she was. Ignoring her mum Hermione fought tears and shaky breaths and sobs to ask,

"Just… just why'd he pick her and not me? Is it cause I'm ugly? Or cause I'm too nerdy… That's why, I know it is, Melody is fun and cool and so much prettier than me…" She sobbed the last few words, drawing them out and feeling horrid. Emma pushed her daughter back a bit and slapped her. Hermione, startled, ignored the stinging and blinked through her confusion and her tears.

"You HIT me!" she declared, shocked.

"Hermione don't you ever talk about yourself that way again do you understand me?" Hermione blinked, still recovering from her mother's' unexpected reaction. She had never been struck before, by either parent. "You are a beautiful young lady, and you and Melody are every bit as pretty as each other, but that doesn't even matter because you are a lovely, caring, adventurous, not to mention brilliant girl and any guy would be lucky to have you!"

"Then why does Harry like Melody more? Why doesn't he want to have sex with me?"

It was Emma's turn to sigh, for two reasons. The first was because she'd been so wound up for so long, even now, at this high stress family moment, the very mention of sex got her blood flowing, made her blush, and made her more aware of her nether region. The second reason was her obvious exasperation with her self-deprecating daughter.

"Hermione, if you hadn't told me what you had, I'd say Harry is still a bit young to notice girls. My guess is he didn't pick Melody over you, she probably approached him. She's always been eager, very energetic, and when two people that young start having sex the girl is usually more to blame than the guy is. There's no way we can say for sure who he would have picked on his own." Emma pulled her daughter into an overwhelming hug before asking, "Who could ever choose between the two of you?"

Hermione sniffled, and when the hug had ended she sat back, and appeared to be quietly contemplating her mother's words.

"Melody's such a skank." She finally said.

Emma had to suppress a snort. What an adorably appropriate reaction, and from one so young. She was proud of how maturely Hermione was reacting now that she'd calmed down. She knew how upset her oldest daughter was, and she had a right to be angry with her younger sister. In all likelihood the girl had just flashed Harry her pussy, snagging his interest before Hermione or anyone else had a chance to. So Emma could admit her daughter had a point, but still. She was the skanks mother, so she had to be protective.

"I don't want you talking about your sister that way." Emma told her, trying to hide a smile.

"It's true. She's a total slut. I've never heard of a girl doing it with a guy before her twelfth birthday."

"Hermione, stop it."

"Sorry." She paused, and settled back into her mother's body to relax. "Thank you mum." Hermione said.

"I love you sweetheart." Emma said

"I love you too mum." After a few more moments, she asked,

"Can I take a rest in your bed? I don't think I can face either of them right now - not after seeing them the way I did. It's one thing to learn they're together - our friends at Hogwarts and I suspected it for quite a while, but I really didn't want to believe it. But seeing them together like that was a lot to take in at once."

"I understand dear," Emma said warmly, "I'll call you later when we're about to go for dinner."

"Thanks." Hermione said gratefully as she laid on her parent's bed.

Emma gently closed the door to the hut and decided to take a walk to think on what she'd just learned.

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While Emma was taking a walk she began to think about what Hermione had told her about Harry and her youngest daughter. Not in a million years did she think they would be going all the way at this age. From what her eldest told her though, they were. Not only was she, like Hermione, shocked, but she, like Hermione, was jealous. She wasn't jealous that her Melody was with Harry. Even though he was clearly already a powerful wizard, and was growing more powerful almost daily, even though he was a hero, even though he was mature and responsible and as much as she liked the boy he was still just a boy. She was desperately horny enough to have noticed him - Dan hadn't touched her for some time now - but she wasn't twisted enough to truly regard him as an adult. She did love the way he looked at her though. Remembering her "helping him" brought Emma sensations she refused to address. Yet. If only he were older.

Emma shook her head, keeping her irresponsible thoughts at bay. God, she was so used to being perpetually horny she stopped noticing it when her thoughts started to run like that. It really didn't help was that Dan was losing/had lost interest in pleasing her. She understood, she supposed. It must have felt utterly emasculating to have to wear a strap-on just to have sex with her. He could at least do her the kindness of going down on her though. She was feeling supremely flustered, she had started to resent the man some time ago. If you'd call him that.

Dan was more like a eunuch, unable to and uninterested in satisfying his wife. For gods sakes their eleven-year-old daughter had apparently gotten off more often recently than Emma had. Their twelve-year-old house guest seemed more adept at doing the job the "man" of the house was meant to do. If he refused to even PRETEND to be a man, it'd serve him right if she were to go fuck some stranger wouldn't it? How could he reasonably expect his gorgeous, as Emma knew she was - the stares she got, especially on the nude beaches they frequented, told her, as did the cat calls she'd receive walking around even fully clothed - wife to stay faithful as long as she had without even an ATTEMPT on his part at any sort of attention or stimulation at all?

She shook her head again, harder. 'Stop it, brain' She thought. 'It's not his fault, he's a good provider and father. He does what he can.' She'd gotten used to repressing her sexual urges, but lately it'd been getting worse. It'd got so bad that she had started to imagine that she was seeing Harry, and sometimes Melody, in the mirror as she relieved herself in her bedroom at night over the year. She was certain she was imagining it, but she could have swore that the images of Harry and Melody in the mirror were real.

The thought had got her off tremendously when she was in the mood and it certainly helped scratch that itch. She'd put on a sexy show for the imaginary apparitions; she'd pleasure herself in the tub while moaning erotically, while pinching and twisting her nipples, while pawing and licking her tits, and running whichever hand was free all over her voluptuous body and tasting herself on her fingers helped bring her to her peak more quickly and made her climax more intense. Pretending her daughter, and especially Harry were watching, was a guilty pleasure of hers and one she was glad she'd never need to tell anyone about. If only he were older.

Shaking her head once more she finally managed to change her train of thought, and appreciate the beautiful ocean view. As she was walking she spotted Melody, and now that she knew what she'd been doing recently, the minute limp the girl was hiding incredibly well was more than obvious to her. It was clear her daughter's latest romp had been a rough one. She was sporting a smile that looked incredibly familiar, one Emma hadn't worn in more than a decade. She too loved it when her partner was rough with her, and she wondered what kind of lover Harry was. She shook her head from these thoughts as she approached her youngest daughter. "Hi Mel, where Harry?"

"Oh hi mum," Melody said with a smile as she hugged her mother, "Harry is at the beach, he does love seeing the naked women."

Melody and her mother both laughed at this as Emma said,

"He is getting to be that age where that's all he can think of." Then in a whisper she added with a knowing look, "That's not the only thing they think about. Boys also think a lot about sex."

"Do they?" Melody gauged her mother's gaze. "What kind of sex do they think of?"

"From what Hermione told me," Emma said, "Harry probably thinks of sex with you."

"You know." her daughter stated, her eyes widening a little in a sudden jolt of panic, "But… how?"

"It's best to make sure all the doors are locked. You're only lucky that Hermione saw you two going at it and not your father, I don't think he would be as understanding as I am."

"Oh…" Melody nearly cursed, but she remembered the last time they'd been caught they had gained the complete loyalty of Ginny. Maybe this could be equally beneficial…? "Did Hermione alright with the two of us together?"

"It'll take some time. It's best if you give her some space." Her mother warned her, "The sight of the boy who was her first friend, is her best friend, and has been her long time crush and your baby sister fucking each other like animals isn't something someone gets over immediately. She'll need some time to recover."

A wave of guilt washed over Melody. Not of her relationship with her Master, she was proud of that, but she was guilty she hadn't been more cautious of her older sister's feelings. She wished she'd handled things with Hermione before she'd been crushed as she had. Melody knew of her feelings for Harry, and did feel a little bit bad about not telling Hermione of her interest in or relationship with him. She knew Hermione would have for her, had their situations been reversed.

"Oh." Melody admitted, "How is she?"

"She's upset. But she'll get over it."

"Are you mad at me and Harry?"

"No dear, I'm not." The mother answered, "As I told your sister I'm of the opinion that as long you as you know what you're doing, take the necessary precautions and take care of each other, it doesn't matter how old you are when you start having sex."

"Thanks mum." Melody replied happily, still guilty about Hermione but happy her mom at least wasn't angry with her.

"No problem honey, but I would like to talk to you about it in your hut, if you're free right now, to make sure you're okay and Harry is treating you fine."

A pink cheeked Melody accepted the request, "Okay mum…" and with that mother and daughter pair took a walk back up to Melody's and Hermione's hut.

"So, is he a good lover?" Emma asked with a smirk once they were seated.

"Oh yes mum, he really is." Melody said shamelessly with a goofy and lustful smile, "He gives me everything that I want and more. When we're together I know exactly what my place is. I love submitting to him and following orders, it feels so right, so natural. He's absolutely commanding when he wants to be, and I love it!" She giggled. "Whenever he tells me to do something, and he likes that I've done it I feel so good, he doesn't even need to say anything"

A confused expression crossed Emma's face, as she felt her blood flow a little faster. She licked her lips, flustered, and unable to look at her young daughter asked,

"Listening to him? You mean in the bedroom?"

"Yeah. Didn't I say that? In bed… and everywhere else." Melody said, still giggling.

"You mean you're his slave?" Emma gasped in her best put upon expression of shock, trying very hard not to get wet at the thought. The Sub/Dom play in the bedroom had always been her favourite. She'd played a Dom for Dan, who was definitely a sub, but it just didn't enough for her. It always felt like the only perk of playing a Dom was punishing her husband for being so weak. After their games she'd always found herself dreaming of being on the receiving end It had also never lasted outside the bedroom. It would seem that her youngest was more like her then she thought, not only did she get her smarts from her like Hermione, but she also her submissive nature. Now she was truly jealous.

"I guess you could say that mum, definitely when we're having sex but when we're not Harry said he prefers to think of me as his apprentice." Melody admitted without hesitation, seeing no reason to lie to her mother. She could see her mother was getting horny from the way her face flushing and her eyes had got a faraway look. She'd came over and over again when Harry fucked her while they watched her mother's expert masturbation sessions in the bathroom. At first those sessions had been for Harry's sake, but before long she had noticed her own attraction to her MILF mother. She slowly looked Emma, still nude from the beach, up and down, lingering on her hardening nipples and her velvety pussy lips. She couldn't wait to see her Master take her as his own so she could taste her in person. The young slut decided to have some more fun with her repressed Mum.

"I'm not sure why, but authority makes me really excited. Sometimes when you used to yell at me when I was little, my… I'd get really happy and my vag would feel kinda good. And whenever you said 'good job' it made me tingle down there too. When you would allow me, I'd sometimes put my hand there and wiggle it around cause it felt so nice. Now I know I was masturbating, but I didn't then." Melody beamed at her mother and sat back; spreading her legs apart and revealing her snatch, little wet and pink. It was still a little puffy from the hard fucking she'd been subject to earlier. Emma, who was clearly shocked, felt the her face heat up and her blood flow faster. She involuntarily licked her lips and glanced at her daughters tight young pussy, lingering for a fraction of a second longer than she wanted to. Was her daughter doing this to her on purpose? She opened her mouth to speak but Melody continued.

"Anyway, when Harry first fucked…" laughing she said "sorry Mum, I mean when Harry first had sex with me it made me feel like those times when I was being yelled at, and ordered around by you." She smiled at Emma again. "Sorry, Mummy, for acting out so much when I was younger - it just felt so good down there when you got angry enough with me to yell at me or punish me. So when I first got fucked by… I mean had sex with… Harry, I remembered you and how you make me feel sometimes and asked Harry to order me around more often, so he did!" Watching her mother squirm in discomfort caused a shiver to run down Melody's spine, and a tingle to travel up her twat. "After that, all on his own, he started being rougher with me, ignoring me when I complained (even though I rarely do), and telling me what to do when he's not having sex with me. It's kinda odd that I like that, I guess, but I really do. I jokingly called him 'Master' once and his dick got so hard, right away, so I call him that most of the time now when we're alone. Now I can do that when you're around to!" She finished happily.

"His cock is HUGE by the way, you should see it! When I saw Harry's for the first time I was almost scared! It was at least long… and thick!" She giggled again. "I didn't think I could fit it in me and I barely can. He fills me up all the way, stretches me wide. I love having it in me. And I like sucking on it too. Did you know cum tastes good? Harry's does at least. And there's so much! You should taste it. Well, maybe Dad would get mad. I'm so glad you're okay with me and Harry's relationship, talking to like this is so much fun!" Melody meant that honestly. Her mother's gaze was absent-minded, her mouth was open and her tongue was practically hanging out of her mouth. Her chest and breast was heaving and her nipples looked firmer than Melody had ever seen them. She found how Emma's expression changed from confused concern, waiting for the first opportunity to interrupt, but as she had visibly grown more aroused she seemed to reach a point where she no longer cared about how disconcerting the conversation was - she was so horny she'd switched from being a parent checking in on her child to a woman in heat - and visibly fantasizing about Harry's dick, remembering when she'd held it in her hands.

Emma was overwhelmed with desire. Her young daughter had started her rant by admitting how aroused Emma used to make her, and then went on to describe in detail her and Harry's unusual sexual arrangement. The way Melody described him reminded her of her own childhood experiences, and served to heighten her lust to a level where all she could think about was sex. She needed to cool down, think about and do something else but she didn't get the chance; Melody had just kept right on going. Her rant had her worked up, to the point where she was almost unresponsive. Emma was seriously wondering if she'd been doing it intentionally She could only visualize her youngest, sluttiest daughter bouncing on Harry's cock, him throwing her around to change her position, him degrading her with his words and actions, and mostly Harry's cock; his cock in Melody's mouth, then in Emma's, the cumming in Emma's mouth; and then his cock cumming on Melody's face with Emma licking it off (that was odd, Melody hadn't described that - was that her own mind making this up?) her imagination ran wild with thoughts of Harry, and her pussy was buzzing like a beehive, begging to be filled; touched at least. She needed to wrap of this conversation and leave. She had not approached her daughter prepared for or expecting this, her pussy must literally be glistening with her juices. She was grateful when Melody snapped her out of her daze.

"Do you think we're too young to be like this Mum?" Emma looked at her daughter, who was smiling mischievously.

"No, you're not too young. I knew a few girls at your age who knew for absolute certain that was the kind of life I… they wanted from very young. Some got what they wanted, some didn't and had to live a normal boring life with a boring husband." Emma said glumly. Melody nodded.

We're also usually careful about where we do it, but… I guess we've gotten a little lax about that." Melody thoughtfully, "And Harry doesn't hurt me unless I ask for it… and I mean that literally, not in an abused girlfriend sort of way." She clarified as she realized how that could sound. There certainly had been times where all she wanted to do walk into a room with her Master and be completely blindsided by a firm backhand to the face before he bent her over and roughly used her in the best way… she decided against telling her mother this, as it was a little extreme, even for what they were talking about.

"That's good to hear dear." Emma thoughts elsewhere. This information certainly wasn't doing her ambient lust level any favours, she was more than willing to be satisfied with her daughters explanation.

Ignorant of Melody and Harry's plan for Emma to join them, Emma wanted to tell her daughter one more thing before she left.

"Listen Mel, I want you and Harry to be careful. It might not be Hermione or even me that catch you the next time. And that could cause you a lot of trouble, possibly even enough trouble to split you two apart."

"Don't worry mum, we'll be more careful." Melody said, already having decided that a few minutes ago.

"Good. When will you next see Har-… your Master?" Emma breathily asked Melody while giving her a hug.

"He'll meet me here before too long." Melody answered, holding the hug longer than necessary; enjoying her mother's perky nipple and soft breast on her face, and her sopping cunt beneath her still-undeveloped chest. It wasn't until she'd turned her face in between her mother's tits and begun to lower her hands to her mum's ass that she was reluctantly separated from her nude body.

"Alright. I'll let you two… be alone then." With that Emma rushed out of the cabin, and Melody gazed at her mother's still sweet ass. When she'd left, Melody looked over to where the MILF she called 'Mum' been sitting and laughed. There was a puddle where Emma's pussy had been dripping.

o0OoO0o

4th of July:

Apolline Delacour walked around the beach of Nymphs' Nudist Camp with her youngest daughter Gabrielle, keeping an eye on her at all times. She asked herself why she was here instead of France, where they had traditionally vacationed in the past, before reminding herself of what had what happened between her young daughter and the-Boy-who-lived. Apolline couldn't believe that their race's heritage was already so strong within Gabrielle. She and her two daughters were Veela, and their race had a dark past, one that most of their people wanted to keep to themselves; sure the males of the world would use that knowledge against them and return them to degrading servile subservience and sexual slavery.

However, of those who knew about their heritage there was a handful of them that wanted to be used as the Veela were like long time ago. They believed the rest of the Veela would be more happy being used. It would seem that although she had yet to learn of their races history, Gabrielle would likely be one of those who gladly would return to her shackles, and perhaps even urge others to do the same.

This was making Apolline rethink the history lesson she had planned for Gabrielle since she might, like others before her, embrace the 'old ways'. It was something that many of the Veela tried to stop, seeing it as a growing corruption in their ranks. They wanted the freedom so many other races had. Their young were told of their history, to avoid it from ever happening again, and so that they could understand why they were fighting for freedom daily - against the wishes of the few who didn't want this.

And it seemed Gabrielle Delacour would one day become one of these "traditionalists." Last year Gabrielle's nature had been awakened. The little girl had no control over it, and her mother Appoline had worked tirelessly to protect her daughter so that no man who got caught by the aura and do anything to her. When Harry Potter appeared, and her daughter came up with the idea of seducing him, Apolline allowed it happen as she thought this would stop Gabrielle's foolishness. This hasty and, in retrospect, poorly thought out plan had backfired. After having a taste, Gabrielle wanted more; the incident only having increased her desire to get Harry Potter in her life. This was why they came all the way to Greece this year; to avoid the Boy-Who-Lived, on the off chance he vacationed in the France again. She needed to sit her daughter down and talk to the girl to urge her away from the path she seemed to be unknowingly walking towards, but during the year she'd been so busy she couldn't spare the time the serious talk needed to be given. So far the plan seemed to be working.

The second reason she'd wanted to come to Greece was she wanted to visit the main Veela Colony on the island of Lesvos. Apolline was hoping that the visit to the colony would help change Gabrielle's attitude change about the path she was unknowingly taking. There were Veela Elders there who Apolline was sure could help her with Gabrielle.

The colony was a huge city that was said to have been created by the witch Aphrodite. The Veela of the time had worked alongside the powerful mage to construct the city. Aphrodite had envisioned a colony that was basically what people today would call a brothel; an entire city devoted to the act of physical love. The Veela had eventually cut ties with Aphrodite in a violent confrontation when more and more of their numbers had expressed doubts about the role their race would be assuming. They wanted an identity of their own, not one controlled by whoever their allure had attracted and ensnared them to.

Unfortunately the Veela weren't the only ones who called the island home. The Merpeople had long ago called a spot of ocean just off shore theirs. The races weren't on friendly terms with each other, and centuries ago the two peoples had warred with each other. The conflict resulted in a hostile treaty where each waited for the the other to do something to violate the treaty so the war could begin again.

When the cities first made contact, each had been there long enough that their ancestors called their lands home. Neither race was willing to yield their lands. There had been a few skirmishes between the cities, but nothing so bad that it would break the treaty. The peace had been tense, but it had been in place for almost five centuries.

However, over the last two year ago, a Dark Witch made her appearance on the island. Because of her appearance, tension between the nations increased, as unknown to them she orchestrated conflict between them. Not only had some artefacts had been stolen, some were of important to the nations, but nearly over a dozen or so Veela and Merpeople had disappeared from either city over the years, and it had only been recently the Witch had even become a suspect.

Both governments accused the other of using the Dark Lady as a scapegoat, going as far as to deny her existence. For the first time in almost half a millennia the races were getting ready for a full-scale war. So far there had been no moves made to attack the other, so they were in talks to talk about how to peacefully resolve their arguments without the need for war. However, the situation was like a powder keg waiting to be lit, just waiting for someone or something to ignite it.

For the last two weeks since they arrived on Lesvos, the Delacour's had been staying at the Veela Colony for safety. Today however, Fleur and her father went to the mainland's of Greece to do some sightseeing, while Appoline and Gabrielle would be taking a walk around the Nymphs' Nudist Camp. The camp was a neutral place where both Veela and Merpeople could go without worrying about being attacked.

Appoline was snapped out of her thoughts when she felt a magical surge next to her. Looking down at her daughter she expected to find her in her usual slightly depressed mood - she had really been looking forward to seeing Harry again, and had sulked nonstop when informed they wouldn't be returning to France. The little Veela was also downright bored by the Elders her mother had taken her to see. They'd gone on and on about pride and honour and never giving into your base urges, but Gabrielle knew what she'd felt with Harry was what she wanted from life. Clearly her genius just outshined the Elders'. Still, they got snippy when she fantasized about seeing her beloved again, so she went along with what they were saying and nodded along with as much forced enthusiasm as she could muster.

However, instead of dejected boredom, when the mother of two looked down, she grew alarmed at the eager and hungry look on her daughters face. As she followed her daughter's gaze, she groaned as she caught sight of the exact person she'd been hoping to avoid when they came to Greece. What was worse, the naked boy was rapidly growing aroused and was looking around, having apparently not spotted the little blond that was causing his body to react yet.

Hearing her daughter inhale to shout for him, Appoline quickly covered the girls mouth and hissed quietly in French. "Gabrielle Delacour, you will reign in your Allure right now or you are grounded!" It wasn't just because of what happened last year that she wanted to stop her daughter, but she could also sense a change in Harry Potter's magic. It had grown by an almost staggering degree. The boy was going to have truly massive reserves by the time he was fully grown, and she could also sense a subtle dark taint. It was small, but because of where the boy lived, that uncivilized hole in the ground full of dogs called Britain, she expected that smidgen of darkness would one day blossom into something fearsome. England was more famous for corrupting things than it was redeeming them.

But that didn't matter anymore, because Appoline was learning the hard way that covering her daughter's mouth wasn't going to do any good. It may have worked a year ago; young Veela need to use their voice to help manipulate their Allure towards someone in particular. This was the reason why some Mermaids in their human form could be mistaken for young Veela, since the Mermaid's own form of Allure was based more heavily on singing, and even just talking, if they didn't have enough control over it. Many Mermaids of the island had accidentally blasted a few people point blank with every bit of Allure at their disposal on accident simply because they were having a conversation and got so passionate about the subject they forgot to rein themselves in.

Even the threat of being grounded didn't seem to do anything to lessen the girls excitement. She almost began vibrating with anticipation as Harry finally did notice her, and began walking toward her in a daze. All that mattered to Gabrielle was getting her Harry, and her mother could sense that she was putting more power into her Allure as her determination spiked.

Appoline saw that her daughter wasn't going to stop until she got what she wanted. Harry Potter was headed their way, and she didn't know what the Boy-Who-Lived would do. It seemed the only path available was to allow her daughter to have her way again. Appoline could think of only one thing she could do, but she had to act fast, lest she be seen.

Handled wrong, this situation could very quickly turn into public scandal for not only her and her family, but for the Veela Colony. Thinking quickly, Appoline pulled her daughter into a nearby cave that she knew that people used for a little private time. Thankfully it was currently unused. As she did, she saw Harry following her like she suspected he would.

As soon as he entered the cave, Apolline applied some privacy charms so that no one would notice the two. She started to leave to allow Gabrielle to get what she wanted, no matter how rough the well endowed boy was with her. She hadn't taken two steps before Harry took hold of her arm and said darkly,

"Where do you think you're going?"

o0OoO0o

4th of July:

It was a late Sunday morning, and Harry Potter was up as the Grangers were having a lay in. He decided that he would take a walk as they individually woke up. Leaving a note on the sideboard to let the Grangers what he was doing, Harry took a walk around Nymphs' Nudist Camp and the nearby beach.

As he walked, he thought about what Melody had told him the night before, about Hermione and Emma knowing that the two of them were having sex. It wasn't the ideal way he wanted them to find out, but he knew it was going to happen sooner or later. He still wished he could have broken it to them himself, so they could make a story up or something to soften the blow, but what's done was done.

All night before Hermione wouldn't look at him or her sister, or talk to them. When Dan asked what was going on, it was Emma who told him that Hermione found the two making out and she was still embarrassed about it. Dan, a realist, accepted that this was going to happen eventually - though he obviously wanted it to happen later, like after he'd died - he flawlessly transitioned into the preplanned overly protective father speech, finishing it off by saying that he was happy for them, and knew that Harry would take care of his little girl. His attempts at trying to fill the masculine role disgusted Emma, though she stayed quiet, and amused Harry. Dan had taken his smile as an assurance he could trust the boy. He did very much want the boy to be happy. Whatever he could do, really. Within reason.

Harry wasn't bothered that Hermione knew about him and Melody being together, in fact he was glad that she had a crush on him. He had plans for her to join them later on, but the problem was that she was a strong willed person and she was such a goodie-two-shoes, she wouldn't do a bad thing to anyone. Before Harry could have Hermione join them, he had to somehow deal with Hermione's inherently 'good' nature.

As for Emma, she was giving them strange looks all night, something that Harry couldn't put his finger on, but he thought it could be lust. From what Melody had told him of the talk that she had with her mother Melody knew that her mother was incredibly aroused at what she'd told her and was lusting over Harry more than she let on. From the vivid way Melody had described how her mother's phenomenal body had reacted, it was obvious Emma was deeply turned on by the details of her daughters' sex life. This made Harry quite pleased. He'd like to think it would take just a few more months with the charmed diary of hers, but he was willing to be patient if it took longer. While he couldn't wait to fuck mother and daughters together, Dan still needed plenty of work.

Harry's musings though came to a grinding halt as he felt a wave of arousal slam into him like a tidal wave, a very familiar tidal wave… ignoring his signs lust and quickened breathing and pulse, he looked around. He'd thought he was prepared for something like this - the warning he'd gotten about both Veela and Mermaids having a similar type of Allure had not been wasted on him. But apparently he'd been too lax because he didn't see anyone around this morning, and his mental defences hadn't been as prepared as he would have liked. It only took one blast of whatever had hit him to get him in such a state, unlike a Legilimency probe, which was a continuous thing. He was too far gone to raise his shields now, so the only option left would be to find the source and deal with her.

Harry didn't have to look far to find the little silvery-blonde haired bitch that was doing her best to drive him sex-crazy. It looks like her mother was doing a poor job at stopping her daughter from trying to control him, and instead she pulled her away into a cave. His libido demanded that he take action and show the bitch he wasn't one to be controlled. He prepared to give the two a lesson in why not to drive him into such a state, and why it was important to control your daughter, and marched off after them.

As he entered the cave, he felt some wards go up and saw that the mother was going to leave the daughter and him alone. So before she could leave he grabbed hold of her arm and said darkly,

"Where do you think you're going?"

"I am giving my daughter what she wants. Please be as rough as possible with 'er," The disgruntled mother requested, "She needs to be persuaded from doing something like zis again."

~~~ Lemon Begins ~~~

Warning: Underage Lemon (Adult with underage children), Incest, Forced Sex, F/f, m/F/f, Male Dom, Female Sub - Skip if this offends you!

Harry was surprised to hear this. After his previous encounter with them, he had read up on Veela. Even knowing that they were a sexual race didn't quite prepare one for a mother giving a stranger permission, her blessing even, to basically rape her daughter. "What kind of mother are you to allow your young daughter to fuck a stranger?" Harry demanded, his arousal spiking at the situation he found himself in.

Harry waved his hand and before Appoline could react she was placed under a Charm that was effectively the exact opposite of the Full Body Bind, causing her body to go limp, all except for her eyes, which widened in reaction as her body crumpled to the ground. Her guard had been completely down in regards to magic, she hadn't expected wandless magic from one so young, let alone someone from that backwards continent. Not only that but he should still be under her daughter's Allure, so deep into his lust he should be hyper focused on her. For whatever reason he was free and she was now at his mercy. This point was driven home as he grabbed her pert breasts roughly, and she could feel her nipples hardening quickly against her will.

Harry pulled Appoline upright in front of him as he sat down. Still playing with her left breast he let his right hand begin to roam downwards.

Appoline could feel Harry's semi erect cock against her back as he was roughing up her breast. She held back a moan as the hand that was caressing her breast was working down her body, and began to play with the entrance of her pussy. "She's a Veela -" She began, glancing at her daughter, only to wince at the angry and jealous look on the girl's face. Her baby blue eyes clouded as they shot daggers at her flustered mother as she felt the English Bastard's cock harden against her back.

Harry interrupted her, saying, "You mentioned that already."

He saw the mother's surprised looked, broken by a gasp as he pushed his fingers into her pussy and pumped them in and out of it.

"What did you expect? You were the one who wanted me to look up information on your species. Did you think I would forget to look up why a six year old would want me to fuck her mouth? I might be many things, but I dohave some morals - I admit not many, but I do have some. But you… I don't think you have any if you're willing to do this to your daughter, and that's why you're going to help me. Think of it as punishment for not reining her in and controlling her better."

"But I don't want zis…" said Appoline, completely unwilling to give in to what her body wanted. She bit her lip to hold back a moan of disappointment. Hate it or not, her inborn desires knew what they wanted. After years of denying this side of her, Harry Potter was slowly bringing it to the surface, and there was nothing she could to suppress it.

Harry lifted up his hand and brought it up to her face, showing the glistening fingers that all but dripped with her juices.

"Maybe you don't, but your body does."

Appoline winced again as she heard her daughter gasp in wonder. This was the exact opposite of what she wanted her daughter to see! She was supposed to be raped and molested by the lust mad Boy-Who-Lived and give up on all this silliness for good! She bit her lip to muffle a groan as skilled fingers were once more inserted into her, the digits searching out and finding the spots that gave her the most pleasure and mercilessly pressing or stroking them.

The mother of two's eyes widened as his fingers suddenly left her pussy, only for them to be quickly inserted into her mouth. They didn't remain idle, and she began subconsciously sucking on them.

"This is your punishment, you knew that your daughter didn't have any control over her powers." Harry explained as he continued doing what he was doing, but going rougher on her. And to her great shame, Appoline let out a throaty groan.

"You knew this, and yet you still brought her out in public."

Appoline tried to say something, but the fingers still in her mouth kept her from forming any words. Wondering what she wanted to say, Harry removed his fingers.

"I didn't expect you to be 'ere," Appoline admitted weakly. "She's only ever reacted to you, so as long as we didn't run into you she would 'ave been fine."

Harry instantly found a flaw in her plan. He had enough experience dealing with Melody to know that, if Gabrielle was truly serious about searching him out and submitting to him, she was going to find a way to do it, come hell or high water. He forced her head back and moved to kiss her, forcing the issue when she made to resist.

"You honestly think that without me around she would be fine? If your daughter was willing to use her Allure that hard on me in public then what's to stop her from eventually getting so desperate she just uses the Floo to track me down? It's no big secret I go to Hogwarts, it was only a matter of time before she found me. And if she didn't find me, or gave up on me, what's to stop her from searching out someone else to dominate her?"

The blond woman gave a frustrated moan as Harry attached his lips to hers again. He was right though, and even if her daughter gave up on Harry she would still search out someone to dominate her. That was why the two were here, to steer Gabrielle away from such thoughts. It was getting hard to think though, and she could feel his arousal against her thigh. She knew she was going to be fucked soon.

A sudden burst of luck seemed to hit her as she was saved from further humiliation by her daughter, who ran up and shoved her out of the way. Appoline groaned in pain at the sudden painful landing on her rear, a far cry from the pleasure she'd been receiving just a second ago, but her groaning wasn't quite loud enough to mask her daughter's eager voice.

"Me! Do me now!" The little blond cried, her hands grasping his wrist and pressing his hands against her little pussy, completely ignoring or maybe even just uncaring that the hand was drenched in her mothers arousal and saliva.

"Oh don't worry, I'll give you exactly what you deserve." Harry said gently, smirking as her face lit up.

"I want you to watch first, after I deal with your mother we can get started." He ordered, to which Gabrielle happily nodded and reluctantly stepped back.

His arm freed, he turned back to the mature blond.

"Now let's start on your lesson, shall we?"

Appoline looked fearful at this as the English Bastard walked towards her. She yelped as he grabbed her hair and yanked her back into a fierce kiss. Only after her tongue began giving into his did he relent and pull away.

"Let's see if your mouth is good at anything else. Before your mouth is too busy, what are your names?"

"My name is Appoline," She said submissively as her Veela nature was taking over, "and my daughter's name is Gabrielle."

Before she could say anything else, Harry pushed his cock into Appoline's face.

"Good, now please me and there won't be any further problems." He hissed.

Fearing what the English Bastard would do to her if she didn't do this right, she began to kiss his cock softly on the tip before working her way up the side, rubbing it against her cheek as she worked slowly up its length. Harry felt a surge of arousal, causing his length to swell even further when he saw Appoline was getting into it. As it expanded Appoline continued to lavish kisses upon it. She couldn't believe his big his cock was, and he was only twelve coming on thirteen. If this was the size it was now, what would it be like in a few years time? She took a big lick up the length of it, stopping at the head to give it another kiss, before she began to lick his cock like a lollipop as she massaged his balls with her hand.

As she was doing this Harry was moaning in pleasure, this woman sure knew what she was doing. It must be part of being what she was that made them so good at this. Harry then felt her soft mouth latch on to the head of his cock before she began to bob her head up and down on it. And with one of her hands Harry saw her unconsciously put her fingers into her pussy and began to fuck herself as she bobbed on his cock. 'For someone who didn't want this she was sure acting like submissive bitch.' Harry thought wickedly to himself.

Appoline was filled with shame as she sucked him off with the skills she'd developed to solely please her husband, basking wantonly in being so submissive. She began to unwillingly enjoy it even more when Harry grabbed her head and began to fuck her mouth roughly. Her Veela side was just revelling in it, this is what they were made for - to be used. She knew that she would need to retrain herself with the Elders when this was all done with, but for the moment she was enjoying herself.

She was so caught up in the passion of the moment, moaning rapturously as she pleasured Harry, she barely heard him ask her daughter.

"Is this what you want little girl? To be used like your mother, to be nothing more than a slut."

"Oui, oui Monsieur!" Little Gabrielle cried out eagerly. "I want to be used like zat and more…"

"Did you hear that Appoline?" Harry smirked as he elicited another moan of pleasure. "That feels good, keep doing that. Your daughter wants to be just like mummy, aren't you happy to hear that?"

To her great shame, Apoline felt her heart swell up in pride. She nodded and made herself finger fuck herself even more. In that moment she knew this is what she and her daughter was made for, and her repressed instincts were happy to see it happening. She heard Harry say, "Appoline, I'm going to cum and I want you to swallow every bit of it."

Appoline could only display her agreement by humming. As Harry came into her mouth, she began sucking out every drop of his semen, and cleaned his cock afterwards. She was shocked to find that the English Bastard had more cum than she thought he would have, it taking her about a minute to swallow every bit of it.

Once she was done, Harry pulled his cock out of her mouth and asked, "Did you like that Appoline, did you like been used like that?" Harry wanted to hear her say it.

To her forever growing shame, she said "Oui Monsieur, I did enjoy it."

This shocked Gabrielle. Over the last year her mother had tried everything she could to teach her that this kind of thing was wrong, and yet here she was enjoying the same thing she was teaching her was wrong. She didn't understand it, but if it got her mother off her back about it Gabrielle wasn't going to complain.

As she musing over this, she heard her future Master continue, "Now before I punish your daughter, I would love to fuck you."

"Oui Monsieur, please fuck me, 'urt me if you want." Appoline said dutifully.

Harry just smiled as Gabrielle was once again taken off guard by her mother's declaration, never having seen this side of her mother before, but she was enjoying it. Then a wicked idea came to mind, something that would teach Appoline not to bring her child out into public until Gabrielle had a better control of her powers and learned not use them against people.

"Gabrielle you're still going to be punished, though I'm not sure you'll see it like that…" Harry sighed, the girl was a lot like Melody and seemed, from his observation, the type who would love to get hurt and punished, 'How do I always find the kinky ones?' Harry wondered. He was happy that he did though.

Harry undid the curse on Appoline before saying, "I want you to lay on the ground for me on your back, and Appoline I want you on the floor on your hands and knees in front of her. As I fuck you, I want you to eat your daughter."

Gabrielle was more than happy to do this for Harry, internally celebrating her first real command from her Master, and followed his order and laid on the ground, but Appoline was on the other end of the willingness scale and was quite unhappy about this. A mother and daughter having a bonding experience over a male might back been commonplace among Veela back in the day, but she had been trying to teach her daughter that males shouldn't control them and that they had free will to do what they liked. This English Pigdog was ruining everything. It would be even harder to make her daughter see that she shouldn't follow their old ways. She wanted to object, but her body was doing what came naturally to it. Filled with intoxicating forbidden pleasure, she couldn't stop herself as she followed Harry's orders and knelt in front of her daughter.

With increasing forced reluctance Appoline began to lick her little girls young pussy, which made Gabrielle moan in delight. It felt great, what her mother was doing, and she was glad that her future Master had made her mother do this. As she turned her head, she saw Harry enter her mother from behind and begin to fuck her, making her mother's tongue reach even deeper into her young pussy.

Appoline's denial was breaking as the surprisingly skilled bastard behind her worked over her pussy. She wondered how many times he had done this and with who. She couldn't help but moan into her daughters pussy before she pulled up for air and cried out, "Please Monsieur, fuck me, show my daughter 'ow good you are."

"Yes, please Master, fuck my maman harder!" Gabrielle begged, "I love ze feeling of maman's tongue deep within me."

Harry was all too happy to agree with the two of them, so he began to hammer Appoline harder and faster than before. It wasn't long before Harry felt he was going to cum, and as he was about to say, Gabrielle's moaned and croons increased in volume and and urgency. "I'm… Master, I'm going to cum."

Appoline could only hum in agreement that she too was going to cum.

"So we cum together." said Harry, and moments later the three of them did.

As they came, a breathless Appoline lay between her daughter's legs with her little girl's cum over her face, and Harry's seed leaking out of her leaking out of her pussy. "Zat was amazing." Appoline blurted, who was ashamed at that she enjoyed what the twelve year old had done to her. She couldn't stop her mind from supplying thoughts of the boy behind her being better than her husband.

"I've got to agree, zat was amazing." Gabrielle squirmed happily. She'd loved what her mother had done to her, and she'd loved it even more as she went deeper as her Master fucked her mother. "You were good mama, I loved your tongue in me."

"If you loved what she did to you, why don't you repay her with a kiss on the lips and show her how much you enjoyed it?" Harry suggested to Gabrielle. He was glad how the day was turning out, he wanted a mother/daughter fuck but had thought it would be some time before he could get it. Here he was now, however, getting a mother and daughter. Some would say it was rape, but it was their own fault. If the mother could control her daughter and not allow her try and control him, this wouldn't be happening right now.

Before Appoline could protest, her daughter said, "Oui Monsieur!" and kissed her on the lips.

Appoline's resistance was token at best, and before long she was enjoying the kiss Gabrielle was giving her. Before she knew it, Gabrielle had her fingers in her pussy and was she was beginning to finger fuck her, moving to lower her head and begin to suck her breast.

"Oh Morgana…" Appoline moaned out, thoroughly enjoying the feeling her daughter was giving her, "oh Gabrielle dear, zat feels so good, suck your mama's breast, oh, oui, finger fuck me like zat deeper dear, deeper."

Gabrielle was having a blast with her mother, and with the older blond encouraging her, she couldn't help but moan. It also helped that it was making her future Master happy. She then moaned in pleasure as her own mother began to finger fuck her too.

Harry was enjoying the show the two were giving him, his cock was getting harder by the moment, and felt the need to fuck one of them. He concentrated and Conjured a soft chair. It wasn't pretty, and wouldn't last very long, an hour at most, but he'd only recently started learning how to conjure things since Melody was petrified. He started to learn it to keep his mind off Melody, but he hadn't made a whole lot of progress by the time Luna took over. It was a useful skill nonetheless in certain situations, so he made sure he didn't get rusty and continue when he had free time. As long as he kept it simple he could do a few Wandless Conjurations.

He then called out, "That's enough. Gabrielle come over here in front of me, and Appoline, I want you to kneel next to me."

Without a second thought, daughter and mother followed Harry's orders. Once they were done, Harry said, "Before I fuck you little Gabrielle, you're going to get a spanking for trying to control me… Although for you it might not be much of a punishment, but I can't think of any other way to punish you right now. So bend over my knees and count as I spank you. When we get to twenty, I'll fuck you."

"Oui Monsieur." Gabrielle breathed, eyes sparkling as she knelt across Harry's knee as he began to spank her, after each one they got harder and harder. There were a few times where she missed a number, either because she was lost in the pleasure or she was, to Harry's increasing disbelief, drooling too heavily to speak clearly, so punishment started all over again at one.

When Gabrielle finally got to twenty, her ass raw and red by now, Harry let her stand up and she rubbed her sore ass, jumping in surprise but not quite wincing when his larger hands gently pushed hers aside and rubbed her backside for her. Once this was done, he too stood before conjuring a black dildo and cast a spell or two on it.

The dildo was better looking than the conjured chair and box, but that was because he had more practice conjuring them and casting spells on them. When Luna joined him and she found out what he could do, she had him master conjuring sex toys. Harry had found, to utterly no one's surprise, Luna possessed another kinky quirk, and loved and got off heavily on being filled in both holes. To help please her he had learned how to make a good dildo and what spells to place on it to maximize her pleasure.

Once he finished the spells he said, "You're a good girl, and good girls get rewards." He patted her head as he said this, and then began giving his orders.

"First Appoline I want you to sit on this chair, and Gabrielle I want you to bend over and eat your mother out as I fuck you." Then realizing Gabrielle wouldn't be able to reach, Harry Conjured a plain wooden cube, topped with a much more detailed and soft cushion for Gabrielle to kneel on.

"Oui Monsieur." Both said at the same time, and followed his orders.

As Appoline got close to the seat, she saw a large black dildo popping out of the chair. She was about to say something to the English Pig, but one dark look from him made her rethink that. She wisely decided to comply, and sat on the chair. She gasped as she felt the dildo sink deep into her ass, and before she could say anymore, the dildo started to pump in and out of her. She let out a moan of pleasure and gripped the crude arm rests tightly.

As Gabrielle was eating her mother out, Appoline was groaning, not only from what her daughter was doing to her, but also from the dildo that was plunging in and out of her ass. Harry stood behind Gabrielle, eyeing her tiny backside and working out just how this would work in his head. Eventually he made his decision and started wetting his thumb before he lowered it down, gently inserting it into the small orifice in an attempt to make Gabrielle's little asshole easier to ease into later. As he was doing this he also knelt down to lick her pussy, occasionally dropping his hand down to renew the lubrication using her own excitement. As this was happening, both mother and daughter were eliciting rapturous groans from each other.

Once he had a good taste and decided she was as loosened up as she was going to get using his fingers, he stood up and slowly placed his cock into Gabrielle's asshole.

"Oh Merlin this is the tightest ass I've ever had…" Harry grunted deeply, the second his head finally breached passed the ring of muscle. He pushed on, despite the girl's body size doing it's best to either force him back out or crush his length, gritting his teeth at the nearly painful tightness.

It was a full thirty seconds before he finally bottomed out, and when he did he released a breath he didn't know he was holding and became aware of his aching knuckles. Loosening his grip he briefly pulled his hands away from where he'd been gripping Gabrielle's waist and winced at the perfectly detailed red hand prints there. That was probably going to bruise.

And yet the little Veela hadn't made any kind of protest, quite the opposite, she was licking her mother quite vigorously and was starting to rotate her hips by focusing her weight on one knee then the other. Giving a mental shrug he grabbed her thin waist again and pulled back out, only to find himself having just as much difficulty pulling out as he did going in as Gabrielle seemed to refuse to let him go. Annoyed, her growled and the second the bottom of his head touched her sphincter he surged forward. His lips quirked into a smirk at the cute grunt she let out.

He continued this pattern, the motions less a smooth back and forth and more of a rough jerking. His own hips were barely moving, most of the movement coming from Gabrielle's body as he pushed her forward before roughly dragging her back, finishing the motion off with a nice hammer blow of his hips forward to create the picture perfect slapping sound to listen to.

Gabrielle, for her part, was incredibly pleased with this method, since he was effectively using her body to jerk himself off. Her loud moans and squeals were proof of this, if her complete lack of resistance or attempts to make any kind of movement of her own were anything to go by.

It was only once her tiny hole began loosening up did he get a chance to let go with one hand, which he put to immediate use and slid down to the junction between her legs and began rubbing the length of her slit, giving special care to lightly scrape the calluses on his palm over the little bump that had come out from beneath it's hood.

Her young body unable to both take the heaping helping of pleasure Harry was giving her and the responsibility of orally pleasing her mother, and Gabrielle was soon doing little more than simply panting against her mother's pussy, clouded eyes tracking the massive black dildo that pumped up and down into her back entrance as fireworks seemed to go off in her head from the debauched assault on her body.

Harry would have likely punished her for this, but his own pleasure was rapidly building. He'd originally intended to pull out at the last second and cum on her face, just to see her pouting face covered in his seed, or maybe hilt himself and demand she tell him where she wanted his load before switching to the first plan, no matter how she answered, but that plan was completely gone, out the window. Her ass was just too tight, there was no way he could pull out now, even if he wanted to; the head of his cock was far too engorged in preparation for his nearing release to ever pop free of her vice-like hole.

Instead, with a yell he slammed himself into her one last time, both hands gripping her waist tightly, grinding her body back against his. His prick stiffened and balls churned in preparation for a long second before they contracted hard, sending his load shooting up his shaft. The thick semen finally entered her body via an explosive release from the tip of his cock, not stopping until every bit of her insides were painted.

The petite blonde's voice joined her future Master's as both the rush of warm seed releasing into her bowels and the even larger amount of foreign magic flooding her body played havoc on her system.

Appoline stiffened the same moment Harry did as the bespelled dildo in her ass began spewing something into her. It was little more than liquid magic, but being what she was meant that it was probably the most pleasurable thing it could possibly be. In a last moment of defiance, she bit her bottom lip hard and refused to cry out as she came, messily so, all over the chair.

~~~ Lemon Ends ~~~

Harry eventually fell semi-limp backwards to sit on his backside. He briefly panicked when Gabrielle, whose ass was still refusing to let him go, was brought along with him, but ended up leaning back and wrapping one arm lazily just underneath where her bust would one day be and let her fall back against his chest.

Still feeling quite euphoric after an orgasm that intense, he looked down to find her baby blue eyes gazing up at him in something that was just shy of worship. Deciding to help the look along and further enthrall her to him, he leaned down and kissed her on the lips. He studiously ignored the mess of drool on her lower face, he had a feeling this was just one of those quirks he was going to have to get used to if he claimed her for good. The fact that it felt utterly amazing when applied to blowjobs probably helped smooth things over, he admitted to himself upon retrospection.

He pulled back to give her his best affectionate smile, stroking her hair for good measure.

He snorted as her eyes rolled up a few seconds later and she went completely limp.

Still, amusing or no, this did allow him to finally pull out of her. It still took some work, but he placed a hand under each of her armpits and pushed her upwards, eventually being rewarded with a loud pop. Setting her down on her side on the ground, he stood up. With a wave of his hand he cleaned himself off enough to be presentable in public.

He looked up to meet Appoline's gaze, lips curling into another, more vicious smirk as he saw the dazed and cloudy look within them. Waiting until she actually noticed him, he finally declared,

"I'm letting you both go, but if something like this ever happens again I'm keeping your daughter in repayment and impregnating you so you can try again. It will not be a pleasant experience for you, I'll be making sure of that." With that he left the cave and went back to the camp area to see if the Grangers were awake yet.

Once Harry was gone, both mother and daughter were still getting their strength back from what happened. It wasn't until the conjured chair disappeared into the aether did Appoline really accept that she needed to get moving. By that point Gabrielle had long since woken up and was just basking in the afterglow of a plan well executed. Noticing her mother yank the dildo out of her ass and throw it against the cave wall, Gabrielle asked,

"Mother I want to know. You seemed to enjoy - even love - what we just did, but you have been teaching me that it is wrong for us to like such things. Why is it that you like expressing this side of yourself if doing so is wrong?"

Appoline couldn't think of how to respond to her daughter, and in her post coital euphoria she didn't want to worry about parenting. She answered Gabrielle dismissively, saying simply,

"It's just the way things are for the Veela, dear."

Appoline allowed herself and her daughter to regain their senses before the mother cleaned herself and her spawn, eventually deciding to clean the cave as well with a few extra charms. The older blonde hurriedly dragged her daughter back to the Veela Colony where they would see a Veela Elders about all this and get training so it wouldn't happen again. She was unaware of the effects that her small comment about Veela nature would have. Gabrielle would be looking what it meant up herself, learning about sex, relationships and the Veela on her own, away from the careful regulation of the Elders.

By summer's end Gabrielle would have what she felt was complete and irrefutable proof that her goal of submitting herself to Harry was the right thing to do. While she gave the elders and her mother lip service to keep them from further useless and annoying prattling, her heart and soul were completely invested in the path she'd chosen. Nothing short of a full mind wipe and a Cleansing Ritual strong enough to violently rip even her own magic out of her would sway her, and considering both of which would have killed her, the chance of those happening was utterly microscopic.

TO BE CONTINUED!

Authors Note:Here ends another chapter of Vulcan, I would like to apologize for the long delay, I had a few health problems, not only that my muse wasn't there to help me to write as much as I would liked. Now I would like to thank you for reading and I hope that you keep on reading and enjoying the story as much as I enjoy writing this. If you did or did not, I hope that you'll spare a few more minutes and review, as I would like to hear what you think of the story so far and any ideas you might have. I need ideas as to what you would like to see happen over the summer holiday, please help with that as I would like a few parts for the summer chapters. I'm not sure how many chapters this summer will take, as I got a few ideas for this one.

One of the ideas is about the Dark Lady that was mentioned in this chapter, and I'll be showing more of her in the next chapter. So any ideas you might have for this Dark Lady, please let me know. Got many ideas already, but I would like to hear your thoughts. Before you moan about this, this is an extra plot for the summer chapters, and possible ally/pet, not sure yet.

I'm still looking for Jutsu and Forbidden Techniques, if you got any ideas please let me know and tell me how they work, and if I like them, I'll add them into the story. As I said in the last chapter, I would like elemental skills, mainly fire.

I'm happy to inform you that I've got my third year Sorting Song sorted out.

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Omake by Kishinokurobi:

The Omake came from the lemon from Chapter Six.

Harry groaned throatily as Melody started inhaling his shaft. It felt wonderful, like nothing he had ever experienced before. Feeling Melody sucking on him spurred on his imagination, picturing Hermione, Emma, his female friends from school, Apolline and even Gabrielle in Melody's position. Before he could think about what he was doing, his hands laid themselves atop her head and began to guide her up and down at a pace twice as fast as the one she set for herself.

Because of his age, it only took Harry a few minutes before he came into Melody's mouth without warning. Melody let out a pained scream as a burst of fire burnt the inside of her throat. As she ripped her mouth off his cock another burst of fire caused the skin of her face to blister and redden. The smell of burnt hair wafted through the room like a 99 cent air-freshener titled: broken friendships.

Two seconds of continuous flame burnt the air before Harry was finished.

"Oh my god! Melody are you okay!?" Harry frantically screamed.

"Who has a problem like that?!" Melody asked in a pained yet frantic voice before collapsing into a fit of coughs.

"This has never happened before!" Harry promised.

"Oh great *cough cough* I'm the first person to get her face burnt off by your climax killing dickferno!" Melody added sarcastically before collapsing into a coughing fit again.

"I was coming back for sunscreen when - Oh! My! God! What the hell happened?!" Hermione asked as she walked into the room. Harry slapped a hand to his face, this was going to be hard to explain.

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