Gabrielle visits Fleur and Harry at Christmas after graduating. Little does she know that they've got a joint Christmas present for her. Rewritten, expanded and with a second part to follow. Early access to my works, including Part 2 of this story available to Patrons on P - A - T - R - E - O - N at forwardslash CesareBorgiaWrites.
"Wiccstowe!" Gabrielle proclaimed clearly as she threw a pinch of Floo Powder into the fireplace, then stepped through the flames and out on the other side.
Rich scents of spice and tree-sap greeted the young Veela as she stepped out of the green flames, emerging into the hall of the home that she had helped her sister and brother-in-law build. The stonebuilt hall, with its richly painted walls, thick carpets, curtains and tapestry, was adorned with twists of ivy and holly around the doors and over the mantle of the great fireplace. A fir tree towered in the centre beneath the massive timber roof-trusses, strung with glittering tinsel, baubles and the many little wood-carvings Fleur loved to make, and lit by a few thousand tiny lanterns.
For all that she loved the Villa de Razan, her family's seat going back to the days of Louis the Sun King, with all its French elegance displayed in smooth, cool, hard marble, adorned with classical art and sculpture designed to display wealth and power, Gabrielle found herself relaxing as she arrived in the home she had helped build. It was warm and welcoming, the atmosphere of Christmas celebration only adding to it.
"Gabrielle!" she was drawn from her reverie by the cry of her name as her brother-in-law arrived, the iron-banded timber of the door banging off the wall in his wake.
"Joyeux Noël Harry!" Gabrielle dropped her suitcase as she was swept up in a hug, grinning widely as he spun her around.
"And Happy Christmas to you too Gabi." Harry grinned at the slender Veela in his arms. "Fleur would apologise for not being here to greet you, but she's been going nutty about making sure everything is ready and ran off down to the village to get extra bacon despite me telling her that we already have plenty."
Gabrielle snorted, resting her head on the soft warm wool-knit jumper Harry was wearing, though she could feel the lines of hard muscle underneath. Gone was the scruffy, scrawny boy with glasses she'd first met during the Triwizard Tournament, a reserved, distant figure who spoke little and didn't particularly like physical contact. Fighting the Second Blood War and then building his own home from the foundations to the rooftiles had cured him of the scrawniness, the glasses had vanished after the war, and the scruffiness was cured by the fact that it would not be tolerated when he wasdating Fleur Delacour. The aversion to physical contact had been done away with too, cured by long-term exposure to a pair of cuddle-happy Veela.
On the other hand, Gabrielle believed he could pull off casual, windswept sexiness with absolute ease, she'd seen it so often when they were building the house, even when they were just camping in a magical tent during the build. Not to mention he had a slightly roguish grin and an abundance of Fleur-taught teasing humour which, in all honesty, never left her, a hormonal teenaged Veela, absolutely dripping.
"I know Fleur's not around, but she asked me to let you have your first present from us both as soon as you arrived." Harry told her, snapping his fingers to levitate her suitcase.
"Well, if my sister says so..." Gabrielle replied with a teasing grin, then yelped in surprise as Harry's arm around her back suddenly took her weight as he swept her feet from under her, hooking an arm under her legs, picking her up with nothing more than a hitched breath of effort, settling her into his arms.
She directed a glowing smile and an almost worshipful look up at him, wrapping an arm around his neck as he lifted her in a bridal-carry and settled into his arms as he carried her out of the hall through, past the doors that opened into the sprawling living room, the library and the study, instead carrying her up the stairs.
Gabrielle knew, from having helped design and build the Potter-Delacour home, that there were four rooms unused for anything but storage on the first floor, though they all had been built with en-suite bathrooms, and the same could be said of three of the four rooms on the second floor, with just the master bedroom in use, and the same went for the cosy attic bedroom under the roof trusses above. When she'd asked about the eight empty bedrooms, Harry had simply given Gabrielle a smile and told her that he had every intention of filling them. Fleur had him fixed with a hungry look all that afternoon, and while she'd had her back turned, they'd vanished and not reappeared for hours.
It was to the master bedroom that Harry brought Gabrielle, another warm, richly decorated space, lit by a fire that roared and crackled in the hearth. The Christmas season reached even Harry and Fleur's bedroom, with drapes of crimson and forest green, ribbons and stockings hanging from the bookshelves, and all the furniture, from the desk to the wardrobe, the iron-bound chest and the vast four-poster bed, were of dark-stained carved timber, often with ribbon, tinsel or fabric draped upon them.
Finally, as he set her down on the bed, Gabrielle opened her eyes, realising that she'd subconsciously just closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations of being held by her brother-in-law... the man she utterly adored. Even his scent matched the season and the surroundings, and it took everything she had for Gabrielle to let go of Harry and try and ignore how much she was blushing as looked up at him with wide eyes.
"So... my present?" Gabrielle asked, proud that her voice didn't crack once.
The mattress sank a little as Harry sat down next to her at such an angle that they were looking at each-other, a trail of fire going through her senses from the spot where their legs brushed.
"Gabi, it's up to you whether you want this or not. Fleur... your sister told me of some of your desires about me." Harry began, then as Gabrielle's blush suddenly grew in strength and colour, vowing silently to murder her sister in cold blood, she was about to stammer out a denial he laid a finger on her lips and she fell silent. "You haven't exactly hidden it, Gabi. You've grown into a young woman who we're both proud of beyond words, and, Fleur and I had a long discussion over the last few months. Since you graduated this summer past, you don't seem to have found a place in life. We want to give you this, and we're offering you this."
He gestured to the bed.
"You mean... me... and you?" Gabrielle squeaked.
"Yes. If you want to join me in bed just this once, or to join us in hearth and home as well as in bed, that's what we're offering if you want to be ours." replied Harry, taking her hands in his, meeting her gaze with his own.
Gabrielle's response involved a large number of repetitions of the words 'yes' and 'oui', and a torrent of French delivered at such a pace as to be largely beyond the capabilities of Harry's understanding of the language, followed by him silencing her by the simple expedient of pulling her onto his lap and giving the beautiful young Veela the most passionate kiss of her life. Enthusiasm met experience (and no little enthusiasm as well), and Harry gently took control, intent on making this 'initiation' as pleasurable and as memorable as he could for Gabrielle. His tongue swept across her lips, tasting the sweet strawberry balm she'd applied that morning, before she parted her lips, allowing his tongue to dip into her mouth, twisting around hers as she finally realised one of her deepest-held dreams.
Harry took hold of her, lacing the fingers of one hand into Gabrielle's silken pale-gold tresses, his other hand resting on the small of the back, and in a single smooth movement, he flipped them over, tipping her back so she was supine, sandwiched on her back between him and the blankets. Gabrielle let out a squeak of surprise, and though she was still willingly spread her legs wide, the bottom of her body-hugging midnight-blue dress riding up her slender hips to show Harry that she was wearing a matching pair of dark blue panties that had more lace and more gauze than actual fabric. Not to mention how damp they were...
Harry carefully undid the buttons of the knitted cardigan Gabrielle had arrived wearing over her dress, then banished it out from under her with a wave of his hand, leaving him with a mouthful of eager teenaged Veela, who was only separated from him by a thin layer of Egyptian cotton and his own clothes. That would have to be fixed. Quite frankly, he was just as eager to take the beautiful French witch lying on his bed, the fulfilment of a deep-seated affection, even love, for Gabrielle, tinged with more than a little lust. Regretfully, Harry broke the kiss, leaving Gabrielle flushed and short of breath as he leaned back, pulling off his jumper and t-shirt in one go, followed by his trousers, casting them all to the floor, leaving him clad only in his underwear. He took hold of Gabrielle, whose slender, pale fingers found his flesh, instinctively massaging him with deft motions, even as he reached behind her and unlaced her dress.
"You are so utterly gorgeous Gabi." Harry spoke for the first time since they kissed as he stopped to admire the sight of Gabrielle's dress slipping off - her clothes had a place where they belonged, and that place was on the floor. He was no stranger to having a stunningly beautiful blonde in his bed, wearing nothing but lacy lingerie, but she was every bit a Goddess of sex as Aphrodite herself, and it was going to be his task to break her in, to take this innocent succubus and drive her to sexual rapture.
"Merci." Gabrielle moaned as Harry's head dipped to her chest, flipping them over again so she could part her bra, his mouth latching onto the hard nubs of her perky breasts, her bra landing in the pile of discarded clothes on the bedroom floor.
She let out a throaty moan which went straight to Harry's cock as he sucked her nipples into his mouth, tongue sweeping around her sensitive flesh, even grazing them with his teeth. Gabrielle couldn't contain her enjoyment of Harry's attentions, her breasts under constant attack from his lips and tongue, even the sensation of his calloused hands kneading the flesh of her taut, pale-skinned ass. She rocked back and forth, grinding her soaked panties on the bulge in his boxers, knowing that she was ruining both sets of underwear. Something resembling a laugh and a groan of pleasure combined escaped his mouth, muffled by her breasts, and he lifted one of his hands and dealt her ass a sharp smack, her joyful yelp greeting the stinging spank. Her panties, Gabrielle realised, weren't just damp. They were soaked.
"On your back Gabi." Harry ordered, his voice little more than a growl. She did as she was commanded, her eyes wide as he divested her of her panties, ripping them clean from her body and throwing them aside. "Spread your legs sweetie, I'm going to fuck you till you scream."
"That might not take long." whispered Gabrielle, wide-eyed as Harry simply vanished his boxers with a careless flick of his hand, slapping his cock, a hot, hard and throbbing column of flesh the size of her forearm, down on her mound. She could hardly believe it as his shaft rested on her stomach, the head of his manhood rubbing against the glistening jewel in her navel, though she could understand how her older sister, with her frankly ravenous sexual appetite had chosen Harry as her husband. "Please... this is my first time... you'll break me."
"Mhmmm. I know, sweetheart." Harry took her wrists in his hands and pinned them to the mattress above her head, and leaned down, his lips meeting hers in a kiss, which, in the debauched scene, seemed strangely chaste and sweet. Then he lined up the bulging head of his cock with the pink seam of Gabrielle's virginal pussy, flexing his muscles and slowly driving his manhood into the little Veela slowly pushed forward.
Gabrielle whimpered as her tight cunt, which had never seen anything thicker than the tip of her wand, was parted by the pillar of hard cockflesh her brother-in-law was about to defile her with, her glistening pussy spreading wide around his manhood. It seemed like all of Harry's bodyweight was bearing down on her snatch, her body swallowing his throbbing cockhead followed by his veiny shaft, millimetre after excruciatingly pleasurable millimetre. She knew, as whatever was left of her hymen after years of horseriding and 'playing' with her wand was sundered by the passage of Harry's cock into her dripping cunt, she was ruined for anyone but her lover. In a moment between kisses, she looked down, and would swear thereafter that she could see her belly distended by the inexorable advance of his dick, filling her pussy until he was buried in her to the hilt A yelp and a whimper all she could manage, the sounds swallowed by his mouth as he kissed her, the French girl realising her dream and her destiny, impaled with a cuntful of cock.
Veela and sex may have been synonymous for a good reason, but as Gabrielle discovered her place in life, that this was as she was meant to be, on her back with her tiny cunt filled with the hot, throbbing manhood of a powerful wizard, she could only surrender herself to him. Harry slowly began pulling his cock back from the maddeningly tight heat of the Veela cunt he was buried in, his shaft emerging absolutely soaked in Gabrielle's arousal, until just his knobhead remained, drooling cockcream into her pussy. He then began driving his shaft back into her snatch, burying himself in her with another slow thrust, her wanton moans muffled by his mouth on hers, their tongues desperately twisting about each-other. The high heels she'd arrived in, the only thing she was still wearing, kicked at his back lightly, urging him to fuck her deeper and harder.
This was not the first time Harry had deflowered and debauched a teenaged Veela, and thus, when Gabrielle, having finally got a taste of having a quimful of cock, wanted to be properly fucked, he was able to fulfil her wish, and a proper fucking that was what she got. Harry's deep thrusts grew in pace, no longer was he just savouring the clenching walls of her cunt as they sought every ridge and vein of his shaft. No, now he was going to drive the slutty little Veela, writhing in his grip, to total ecstasy, subject her to utter sexual madness before he defiled her unspoilt womb and stuffed her full of his potent seed.
Gabrielle's moans and whimpers grew to squeaks of pleasure, a sound he was growing increasingly addicted to, driving him to fuck her harder, slamming into her with a soundtrack of wet slaps, the bed creaking as the mattress dipped beneath them each time he buried his manhood in her pussy. She could feel his testicles slapping against her taint and asshole as he slamfucked her deeper and harder, like she was built just for the purpose of impaling on his cock. The Veela in her didn't object, instead leaving her gripped by the instinctive urge to be bred like an animal, pushing her to throw her hips into each thrust, savouring every thrust and every inch of fat, hard cock impaling her like a teenage size queen.
It would soon grow to be too much, her first proper sexual experience leaving Gabrielle helplessly spread out under the man she loved and lusted, utterly overwhelmed as she was fucked like a whore. She wouldn't change a thing, Gabrielle decided, her cries growing in volume until Harry tipped her over the edge, passing the grip of her wrists into one hand, his other tracing down her front until he was playing with her hypersensitive clit as he flattened the angle of his thrusts, his cockhead brushing the front of her clenched cunt every time he impaled her on his manhood.
Harry could control himself no longer, pounding the slender blonde through her first cock-induced orgasm with thrusts that had her perky tits bouncing in time, a sight he swore there and then that he would indulge in every day. Finally, he could hold back no more, and let loose his orgasm. Gabrielle felt Harry's lips against her throat, tightening the grasp of her legs around his waist, urging him to plaster her cunt with his seed, his hips jerking and shaft throbbing as he filled her greedy womb with seed. She could feel the gouts of hot, sticky cum spurting into her as he filled her with every contraction, uncaring as she came around him from the sensation alone of being bred. Her tight cunt was swiftly filled with a torrent of fertile sperm, the wet, sticky heat of his semen flooding her womb providing the most primal proof of her deflowering. A last few thrusts churned up the mess of seed, bubbles and dribbles of cum emerging from her cock-stuffed cunt as it began to overflow, dripping down her ass.
As Harry's climax came to an end, Gabrielle was sated, her instinctive urge to be fucked and filled with seed in the pursuit of being bred like an animal now fulfilled. She barely noticed that Harry's cock hadn't deflated in the slightest, and was still hard, even as he pulled out of her cum-soaked pussy. However, she did notice as he pulled her to the edge of the bed and rolled her over, leaving her with one foot on the floor and the other with her knee on the bed, exposing the slim, muscular length of her legs and the pale skin reddened by the hard fucking he'd just given her.
"Do you trust me sweetie?" Harry demanded, leaning over her to whisper into her ear, his chest resting on her back, sweat-slick flesh to sweat-slick flesh.
"With my life." Gabrielle managed to get out through her fuck-drunk haze.
"Good girl." he rubbed her ass, before leaning back.
Harry traced his fingers down the line of her spine, until they rested on the small of her back, admiring the curve and lean musculature of his newly-made Veela fucktoy, weaving his magic, even in the absence of a wand, to cast a spell. Gabrielle had barely begun to wonder why she had felt the flare of magic when he pressed her into the mattress, and reached down, bringing his cockhead up through the mess of seed and Veela-arousal until it rested, dripping a slick mess combining his newly-spilled cum and the juices of her freshly-deflowered Veela quim, to bear on the tiny star of her tight little anus.
Whatever she might have said caught in her throat as Harry once more bore down on one of her virginal holes, this time with the intent of breaking in her ass. She realised the purpose of his spell as she instinctively resisted, but the muscles of her ass inexplicably refused to clench any tighter against the bulging cockhead that was about to give her a thorough anal stuffing.
Her tiny sphincter resisted as best it could, but weakened by magic and with the full might of a grown man bearing down upon it, her poor little asshole could only yield to his throbbing cockflesh. Harry decided it was a memory worth immortalising, perhaps in an oil painting or perhaps in a debauched Renaissance carved statue, as Gabrielle's tiny asshole parted over his cock with a squeak from the wide-eyed Veela, then clamped tight on his shaft, her butt stretched by a pillar of cockmeat as thick as her wrist. The spell had served to slicken Gabrielle's ass with a thorough coating of lube to assist in her anal impalement, as well as relaxing her ass-muscles in such a way that, while they remained achingly tight around his cock as he buggered her, they could not tighten any further to block the slow stuffing her bum was being subjected to. It was a glorious sight and an even better sensation, a tight Veela's virginal asshole slowly accepting its first stuffing from Harry's hard, cum-slicked cock, clasped in its heat as she whimpered and whined, shaking her ass to encourage him deeper into her butt.
Though she was nearly incoherent and utterly cockdrunk from being analysed with a dick up her arse for the first time, Gabrielle managed to gather enough self control to wiggle her hips, pushing back a little. Harry took the opportunity to ease more of his shaft up the Veela's indescribably tight butt until he was filling her bowels with throbbing cock, turning the clever, beautiful Veela into nothing but an anally-impaled cocksleeve. When finally his hips met her pert ass, Gabrielle was floating on a haze of debauchery, her eyes largely vacant, tongue lolling out, hands fisted in the sheets, unable to think on anything but the certainty that her pert little ass was ruined.
Harry had no indication from his wife's little sister to begin giving her the anal fucking her pert ass demanded, and could see in a conveniently-located mirror how glazed her eyes were, so instead he took the initiative once more, dragging his dick back a few inches, her clenched asshole barely allowing him to move as it held him in its grasp. Then, reaching under her to grasp her spit-soaked tits, he slammed his hips forward, burying those few inches of cockshaft back into the furnace of Gabrielle's rectum, then repeating the process, her ass-fucking slowly building pace and depth. Taking one hand from mauling her perky breasts, he gathered her hair in one hand and pulled her up off the bed, finally breaking through to her.
Gabrielle finally broke through the haze of sexual ecstasy and regained some awareness to the sensation of having her tiny asshole impaled from behind with what felt like multiple feet of thick, Veela-breaking, bitch-ruining cockflesh, totally filling him beyond the capacity that her cockdrunk mind could even begin to comprehend until she was pulled upright by her braid. The pain of her hair being pulled, as Harry used it as a handle to leverage the debauching he was subjecting her bum to, the total fullness of being fucked in the ass by a cock the size of her forearm providing a perfect counterpoint to eachother. Needless to say she took the rampant anal ruination Harry was giving her with an astounding amount of grace - that is to say, none at all.
"Baise moi! Plus! Plus fort! Fuck me please, fuck my ass! J'ai besoin d'être enculer!" Gabrielle begged as an anally-induced climax thundered through her, completely emptying her mind of anything unrelated to being turned into a buttfucked cocksleeve.
Harry needed little encouragement to build up the pace of the little Veela's ass-fucking as Gabrielle, his bright, elegant sister-in-law, Beauxbatons graduate, sought after model and exemplar for young witches everywhere turned into nothing more than a cockdrunk cum-dripping anally-impaled buttslut in but a few minutes of taking a fat cock thrust into her stretched asshole. She was so out of it in a haze of ass-fucked bliss that she didn't even notice as the bedroom door opened, admitting her elder sister, who padded over, greeting her husband with a ravenous smile, then gained a look of shock as she realised her beloved little sister was greedily taking a rough fucking up her no longer-virgin ass.
Fleur was left wordless and wide-eyed as she watched Harry plunder Gabrielle's ass with thrusts the length of his shaft, and though she was about to do something, possibly involving kissing Harry, he pre-empted her, simply forcing her to her knees, and with a firm grasp on her head, pressed her face-first into the sticky mess where his rampaging Veela-taming cockshaft and churning balls met with Gabrielle's stretched out asshole, and cum-drooling cunt. The filthiness of the action was actually what drove her to take her first swipe at Harry's cock with her tongue, filling her mouth with the combined taste of her little sister's ass and quim mixed with her husband's potent seed, made for breeding sluts like her, all intermingled on the rump-full of throbbing manhood that was pistoning into her sister's fuck-addicted butt.
Gabrielle gasped as she felt a the cock stuffing her ass joined by a slick tongue, deftly tracing around the circumference of the anally-impaling shaft of her lover's manhood, every drip of lube, cum and arousal that leaked from her stretched-out asshole swept up, Harry's buttfucking slowing for a few moments to allow the newcomer their meal. She glanced back over her shoulder to see the unmistakeable silver blonde mane of her sister buried resting on her ass as Fleur gave a new definition to 'rimming' as she greedily licked indiscriminately at both Harry's cock and her Gabrielle's sphincter, stretched wide around her own husband's meat.
"Fuck..." was all Gabrielle could gasp out, Harry robbing her of any words when he began pounding in and out of her ruined rectum anew, pistoning thrusts stuffing her ass full as Fleur's tongue dipped into the creamy froth of cum in her cunt with little or no regard of the taboo nature of her action.
With the twin assaults of experiencing a tongue buried in her cum-dripping cunt and a the cock-induced ruination of her once-untouched little asshole, Gabrielle took little time indeed to reach a shattering climax, squirting her cum and Harry's seed from her cunt all over Fleur's face, running down the older Veela's features onto her tongue and into her greedy mouth, Fleur swallowing it all down even as Harry pumped spurt after spurt of hot, thick jizz into Gabrielle's freshly debauched ass, his cockcream just helping him impale her deeper as his second climax, perhaps even stronger than his first, saw him flood the little Veela's buttfucked ass with what felt to her like a sea of jizz. She was sure she could feel, as his cock throbbed and pulsed arhythmically, that he was filling not just her pert little ass with a load of cum, but that it was being pushed into her belly, a hot, sticky, viscous mess that was going to pour from her helpless ass as he pulled out and left her gaping and broken.
Only Harry didn't pull out, and though she was sure she would end up gaping and broken, it wasn't going to happen until he'd flipped them both over, keeping her cum-soaked anus impaled to the hilt on his cock. With him sat on the bed and Gabrielle sat on his lap with her ass a sleeve for his manhood, he began fucking her ass anew, churning up the mess of cockcream as he wound a hand into Fleur's hair and pulled her down into the sticky mess of Veela ejaculate and his own jizz, which she began greedily licking up and slurping down, savouring every drop that leaked from Gabrielle's cock-stuffed ass as he began to buttfuck her a second time.
Harry groaned as what he was sure would be the very last round drew to an end. The trio had to take a rest for hydration, and then the two beautiful Veela had taken it upon themselves to prove that there were a few occasions when clothes didn't just belong on the bedroom floor. That was how he ended lying back against the head of his bed, with two slick tongues swirling around his cockhead, happily twisting around each other, sharing any of the drips of pre-cum that leaked from his dick. It was a life worth living, he decided, with his two most favourite women in the world, dressed up in the sluttiest Christmas costumes imaginable, worshipping his cock.
Gabrielle's costume was a crimson leotard with broad buckled belt of black leather and a matching red hood with white fur-like lining at the nape of her neck. It probably wasn't appropriate for playing Mrs. Claus, particularly given that the leotard only served to cup, rather than cover, her wonderfully perky tits, which were, by now, slick with her own saliva.
Fleur's Christmas Elf costume was equally erotic, being composed of a tiny green and white furred jacket that just closed at one button under her breasts, leaving the rest of her spectacular, spit-slicked cleavage bulging against it, and a similarly coloured miniskirt which, even when stood upright, displayed the lush curves of her ass, and when she was bent over or kneeling, covered little more than a belt would.
The sight of the two stunning French blondes, who had spent the day in a bacchanalian celebration of the coming Christmas, now lying between his legs, slurping down Harry's cock, gloriously debauched and looking up at him with begging blue eyes was more than he could take. When the two began jacking him off with twisting strokes and kissing around his cockhead, he could do no more than cum with a loud groan and unleash a torrent of jizz over Fleur and Gabrielle's faces, the deluge of spunk plastering both Veela barely relenting enough to be called spurts, drenching both cum-addicted girls in a thick glaze of hot, salty spunk which dribbled down their features, coating them in his seed. Gabrielle, for all her inexperience, took the massive facial like her sister, with all the bearing of a professional pornstar, the mask of cum plastering both her face and Fleur's with his rich, creamy seed.
The last spurts of Harry's potent cockcream were directed into Gabrielle's mouth, enough to leave a puddle of semen inundating her mouth, leaving her senses utterly full of the taste and aroma of Harry's cum as she swirled it around her mouth before leaning over, claiming her sister's lips in a cum-filled kiss, pouring Harry's final load into Fleur's mouth. The sisters continued swapping the mouthful of cum back and forth a few times before finally they each took their portion of the treat and drank it down greedily. Gabrielle realised, she had fulfilled her dream and found her destiny in her deflowered cunt and the womb stuffed with his of potent seed, her stretched, ruined asshole, the bellyful of cum she'd drunk, and the warm, sticky glaze of semen spilled across her face.
The two sisters sat back on their heels for a minute, Fleur's fingers hooking under Gabrielle's leotard, seeking out her sister's not-long bred snatch as Harry slumped back on the bed.
"So, are you staying?" Fleur asked eventually.
"If you'll have me." Gabrielle answered, spreading her legs for her sister's fingers, even as she reached for Fleur's miniskirt, knowing that there was nothing between her and sharing the pleasure.
"Always." was the immediate response, Fleur leaning in to claim her sister's mouth in a long, sloppy kiss, tongues that had been wrapped around Harry's spurting cock now buried in each-other's mouths.
"Perhaps I can help you fill those empty bedrooms." Gabrielle offered after Fleur finally let them part, smirking as her sister's eyes narrowed at her.
"You might have to fight Fleur for that." Harry chuckled. "She's the one with the breeding fetish. I don't know how many times she's begged me in the heat of passion to knock her up."
"Who said I don't have that too?" Gabrielle grumbled to herself.