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Harry woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and surprisingly well-rested. He had slept like a baby after Fleur had left his room the previous night, her taste still lingering on his lips. His cock stirred at the memory, and he couldn't help but wonder what the rest of the day would bring.
He quickly got dressed and headed downstairs, following the delicious scent of freshly baked bread wafting through the air. When he entered the dining room, he found Fleur, Apolline, and Gabrielle already seated around the table, chatting and laughing together.
Gabrielle greeted him warmly, her face lighting up as soon as she caught sight of him. "Morning, Harry!" she exclaimed, her voice bright and cheerful.
Harry couldn't help but smile back at her, feeling his heart skip a beat as he took in her appearance. She was wearing a loose nightgown that hung off her shoulders, leaving her arms and most of her chest bare. Every time she bent over to reach for something on the table, Harry could see her full, perfect tits and hard nipples.
Apolline was as alluring as ever, her silvery blonde hair cascading around her shoulders in a silky mass of curls. She was dressed for the occasion in a flowing white sundress that highlighted her sun-kissed skin and ample curves. Her cleavage was on full display as well, thanks to the plunging neckline of her dress, and Harry felt his breath hitch as he took in the sight of her impressive bosom.
Fleur gave him a knowing smirk as she caught him staring at her mother's cleavage, her eyes twinkling with mischief. Harry quickly looked away, feeling his cheeks heat up with embarrassment.
"I hope you're hungry, 'Arry," Apolline said, her accent thick and sultry as she passed him the plate of freshly baked croissants. "We have a lot planned for today. You will need the energy."
Harry nodded, taking a croissant and biting into it gratefully. It was still warm and buttery, melting in his mouth like a little piece of heaven.
"So, what exactly do you have planned?" he asked, trying to keep his tone casual despite the growing tension between his legs.
Apolline smiled coyly, her gaze flickering between him and her daughters. "Well, we were thinking of spending some time by the pool," she explained. "It's such a beautiful day outside, don't you think?"
Harry nodded, swallowing thickly as he imagined the three of them lounging by the pool, their bodies glistening with oil under the summer sun. The thought made his cock throb painfully against his trousers, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"That sounds like a great idea," he managed to say, trying to keep his voice steady.
Fleur leaned in closer to him, her hand resting suggestively on his thigh under the table. "And we were hoping you would join us, 'Arry," she murmured, her voice low and seductive.
Harry swallowed thickly, feeling his heart pound in his chest. Being alone with Fleur was one thing, but being alone with all three of them... It was both thrilling and terrifying at the same time.
"Sure," he stammered, trying to sound cool and collected even though he was anything but. "I'd love to join you."
Gabrielle clapped her hands together, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Yay! I can't wait!" she squealed, bouncing up and down in her seat.
She paused for a moment, her expression turning serious. "But first, I need to take a shower and get changed," she added, standing up from the table.
Harry watched as she stretched her arms overhead, letting out a cute little yawn. Her nightgown rode up her thighs as she did so, giving him a tantalising glimpse of her smooth, creamy skin, as well as the edge of what seemed to be her tiny pink thong.
His cock throbbed painfully, and he had to force himself to look away before he embarrassed himself further.
Apolline stood up as well, her own body just as enticing as her daughter's. "I should go change too," she said, her gaze lingering on his for a moment longer than necessary. "Better make sure my bikini still fits," she added with a playful wink.
Harry gulped, watching as she sauntered out of the room after her daughter, her hips swaying hypnotically with every step she took. He could feel his cock straining against his trousers, desperate for release. He needed to get some relief before they all came back, or he would be in no condition to join them by the pool.
As if sensing his thoughts, Fleur leaned in closer to him, her lips brushing against his ear. "Don't worry, 'Arry," she whispered, her voice soft and sultry. "I'll take care of you."
Before he knew what was happening, she reached down and grabbed his cock through his trousers, squeezing it firmly through the fabric. Harry gasped softly, his hips bucking involuntarily as she began to stroke him beneath the table.
He glanced nervously towards the door, making sure neither Gabrielle nor Apolline were coming back anytime soon. But Fleur seemed unconcerned about getting caught, her grip tightening around his growing bulge.
"You're so hard, 'Arry," she murmured, her breath hot against his ear. "Did you enjoy watching maman and Gabby? They're so pretty, aren't they?"
Harry swallowed thickly, wondering whether or not it was a good idea to admit how much he had enjoyed watching the two women. But then again, he had never been very good at hiding his feelings. And besides, going by the way Fleur was squeezing his cock, she already knew exactly what kind of effect they had on him.
"Yes," he finally admitted, his voice barely audible. "They are very pretty."
Fleur chuckled softly, her lips curving into a sultry smile. "Good boy," she praised, patting his cheek gently. "Now, let's see if I can help you with that problem of yours," she added, reaching for the zipper of his trousers.
Harry couldn't help but moan softly as she freed his cock from its confines, his length springing free from its constraints. He glanced nervously towards the door once more. They were in the dining room, after all, not exactly the most private place in the house. But Fleur seemed unfazed by the risk of getting caught, her fingers wrapping around his shaft as she began to stroke him slowly.
"You're so big, 'Arry," she murmured, her eyes shining with excitement as she admired his length. "I just can't get enough of this big, fat cock of yours," she added, licking her lips hungrily.
She leaned in closer to him, her lips brushing against his ear as she spoke. "I couldn't sleep last night because I kept thinking about tasting this beast of yours again," she whispered, her voice filled with longing.
Harry felt his cock twitch in response, growing harder and thicker under her tender ministrations. He couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to have Fleur's soft, warm lips wrapped around his length, her tongue swirling eagerly around his sensitive tip.
"Will you let me taste it, 'Arry?" Fleur asked, her voice low and seductive. "Please, 'Arry?"
Harry nodded, unable to speak as he watched her sink to her knees in front of him. She looked up at him with those deep blue eyes of hers, her gaze filled with desire and hunger.
And then, without warning, she opened her mouth wide and sucked him inside, swallowing him whole until only the base of his shaft remained visible between her full, red lips.
Harry groaned loudly as he felt the warm, wet heat of her mouth surrounding his length. Her tongue danced eagerly around his tip, teasing the sensitive underside with every flicker and caress. He could feel his hips bucking involuntarily, his body desperate for release.
Fleur sucked him deeper into her throat, her lips sealing tightly around his shaft as she began to bob her head up and down his length. Harry could feel the muscles of her throat contracting around his length, massaging him gently as she worked him with her mouth.
Her hands moved up and down his thighs, squeezing and kneading his flesh as she pleasured him. Every now and then, she would pause to suckle on his balls, rolling them around in her mouth with a soft little hum.
It didn't take long before Harry could feel himself nearing the edge. Fleur must have sensed it too, because she began to suck him more eagerly, her head bobbing up and down his shaft at an even faster pace.
"Oh, Fleur," Harry groaned, his hands reaching down to tangle in her silky blonde hair. "I'm going to come."
Fleur hummed softly around his length, her fingers digging into his thighs as she sucked him harder. Harry could feel his balls drawing up close to his body, his muscles tensing as he prepared for release.
And then, with a loud grunt, he came, spilling his seed deep inside of Fleur's welcoming throat. She swallowed him eagerly, drinking down every drop of his cum with a satisfied little sigh.
When he was finally spent, she pulled back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Mmm, delicious," she purred, her eyes shining with satisfaction.
"That was amazing," Harry breathed, feeling his heart still pounding in his chest. Now that he had gotten some relief, he could focus on joining the others by the pool.
But it seemed that Fleur wasn't quite done with him yet. Before he knew what was happening, she stood up and dragged him over to the couch in the living room by his still-erect cock, leaving his discarded trousers behind on the floor in the kitchen.
"What are you doing?" Harry gasped, trying to keep his cool. "The others will be back any minute now!"
Fleur smirked, her hands moving down to her own clothes. "Don't worry, 'Arry," she murmured, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I'll be quick."
With deft movements, Fleur stripped off her clothes, revealing her perfect body underneath. Harry couldn't help but stare, his breath hitching as he took in the sight of her smooth, creamy skin, her perky breasts with their hard pink nipples, and her tight little ass.
He quickly followed suit, pulling off his t-shirt and tossing it aside, leaving him fully nude. His erection throbbed painfully in the air, demanding attention.
Fleur pushed him down on the couch, her hands strong and determined as she guided him into position. And then, before he knew what was happening, she straddled him, sinking down on his fat cock with a soft moan of pleasure.
"Oh, yes," she breathed, her hips gyrating slowly as she rode him. "This is exactly what I needed."
Harry could only nod, feeling his mind go blank as he watched Fleur's perfect body moving above him. Her breasts bounced gently with each thrust, her nipples hard and sensitive against his chest. He could feel her pussy clenching around his length, milking him with every stroke.
She leaned forward to press her lips against his, kissing him deeply as they made love. Their tongues duelled together in a passionate dance, their bodies entwined in a primal rhythm.
"I need to make sure I get you drained before my sister starts playing her tricks," Fleur murmured against his lips, her voice low and sultry. "Don't want you to be too distracted when we join her by the pool, now do we?"
Harry couldn't argue with that. If anything, he wished he could stay right there, buried deep inside of Fleur's perfect Veela pussy forever. But he knew that wasn't an option. Gabrielle and Apolline would be back any minute now, and he would rather not get caught with his cock buried deep inside of her when that happened. That would indeed be the ultimate test of his self-control; would he be able to resist the urge to fuck her brains out, even if her mother and sister were watching? He hoped to never find out.
As such, he focused on making the most of the time they had left. He wrapped his arms around Fleur's slender waist, pulling her closer as he fucked her with wild abandon. With every thrust of his hips, he could feel her pussy clenching around his length, urging him on with its sweet warmth, and the sound of their wet flesh slapping together filled the air like music.
"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Fleur cried out, throwing her head back as she reached her climax. Her pussy spasmed around his length, milking him with a delicious wetness that made his balls draw up close to his body.
Harry joined her soon after, letting out a mighty roar as he filled her up with his potent seed. It felt as though a volcano had erupted inside of him, the hot lava flowing through his veins and out of his cock, filling her up with its powerful heat.
"Oh, yes, YES!" Fleur cried out, grinding her hips against his as she milked him dry. "Give me all of that cum, 'Arry! Give it all to me!"
When they were both spent, Fleur collapsed onto his chest, her breathing heavy and uneven. Harry wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as they cuddled on the couch.
Her hard nipples pressed against his chest, her thighs trembling slightly from the intensity of their lovemaking. Harry could feel his cock softening inside of her, reluctant to leave the warm embrace of her pussy.
"Mmm, that was nice," Fleur purred, looking up at him with satisfied eyes. "But we should probably get dressed before the others come back, don't you think?"
Harry gave her toned ass a playful slap, grinning as she yelped in surprise and jumped in his lap. Fuck, he hadn't felt this alive in a long time. "Yeah, you're probably right," he agreed, helping her up from the couch.
It was only after fixing his clothes that he realised that he had forgotten his wand in the bathroom earlier while getting ready for breakfast.
Fleur then left him in the kitchen with a wink, heading back to her room to get ready for the pool.
Harry thought about what to do next [VOTE]:
1. Should he quickly sneak into the bathroom where Gabrielle is showering to retrieve his wand? [Harry gets caught by Gabrielle.]
2. Should he wait for Gabrielle to finish her shower, and then retrieve his wand afterwards? [Harry arrives last to the pool.]
3. Or, should he ignore his wand altogether, get changed and head to the pool early? [Harry enjoys a bit of time alone with Apolline before the others arrive.]
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Next Chapter: Harry sneaks into the bathroom where Gabrielle is showering to quickly retrieve his wand, and she just so happens to be fucking herself on a dildo while moaning his name...