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Chap. 99: Blooming Flowers
"If I am to be your wife, and your leetle French maid," Fleur told Harry a moment after she had used magic to send her every stitch of clothing she had been baking in to who knew where, "then I should get used to serving you, 'Arry. Non? No?"
Harry glanced at Hermione with amusement. She rolled her eyes, "I didn't tell her anything about that, blame pop culture or Lilith. But I have to admit, Fleur, it'd be nice to see you on your knees worshiping Harry. Next time, keep the maid outfit on, though?"
"Oui," Fleur sighed happily, and let her still flour-covered hands leave a white trail down Harry's clothing as she lowered herself to the proper position, "Let me service you, 'Arry."
"Mm... no," Harry told her, and for a moment Fleur looked surprised, horrified, and more than a little offended, "You should service all of us, this time. Not to put you in your place, but because I know they've been dreaming of it, too. I won't have my wives be above or below each other. If you want to have a pecking order of sorts, that's fine, but I'll treat you all equally."
Fleur beamed up at him as she started opening his trousers with deft hands. The part-Veela had clearly done the work before, because she had even his impressive size free in moments despite his stiffening into the usual rock-solid length, "Ooh, oui, I have missed this rooster," Fleur sighed, then pressed a kiss to his tip.
Far aside from the pleasure her hands circling his shaft and her mouth touching his dick caused, Harry snorted along with Hermione, "My- My rooster?"
Fleur blinked, then turned red, "I... English... Your cockerel."
"Cock," Hermione supplied helpfully as she disrobed far more sedately, pushing her skirt to her legs before starting on her knickers. She didn't take her blouse off, but did open it one slow button at a time as the beautiful French woman languidly stroked Harry until he was throbbing and aching with need and anticipation.
Hermione came up to stand beside him while Fleur was still using only her hands, and pressing light kisses all over Harry's swollen, darkening cap. Meanwhile, Lilith was still in her Succubus form, but the chitin shell around her genitals and breasts had vanished, leaving her fully exposed as she clopped up to Harry, too. One hand grabbed his buttocks, and her wing on that side circled Hermione's shoulder to pull the three of them together. Her tail, he was amused to see, reached between her legs to touch and trail down Fleur's jawline, then down her neck to slither with feather-light touches around both of the woman's luscious, full breasts.
"You sure are a pretty little thing," Lilith told Fleur, her voice a little deeper and huskier than normal, probably due to her larger size, "When did a girl like you lose her innocence, hmm? How old were you the first time you sucked a cock?"
Fleur moaned. Harry did, too, as he imagined it, and Hermione lifted a hand to play with her breasts while the other crossed over Lilith's to cup Harry's other arse cheek and give it a squeeze, too.
"Young," Fleur moaned, "Younger zhan you... Veela, we start zhe maturation... mm, it's so good, 'Arry... we start, ea-earlier. When we are in zhe 'eet of ado- of zhe teen years, it is... difficult to control... aah, so hard, so hot... 'ard to control zhe urge. We need it. I needed it."
"How many men have you blown in your life, Fleur? Rough guess," Harry murmured, "I'm not jealous, just curious."
Fleur thought about it while she continued worshiping him, "I zhink... thirty? Forty? No.. not zhat many. Thirty-five, maybe. I lose track."
"Still got you beat, Hermione," he laughed quietly, "That feels really good though, Fleur. You've had lots of practice, and it shows."
Hermione sniffed, pretending to be offended, "Numbers aren't everything, and you know it. Talent and quality matter, as do drive. Besides, she's not even blowing you, just wanking and licking."
"I have to agree with Hermione," Lilith added, "If Fleur wants to service you, she should do it with her mouth and throat, not just her lips."
Fleur herself seemed to take their words as a personal challenge, because a moment later, she slipped Harry not just past her lips, but past her tonsils, too. She gagged and choked, just a little, but her nature allowed her to adapt quickly, relaxing her throat to let Harry sink further inside.
He stared down at her wide, brilliant blue eyes as she smiled around the base of his shaft, "Wow, Fleur... that- fuck that's good. Oh, shit..."
She made a great show of pushing her tongue out to lap at his balls for a few seconds, then dragged it along the bottom of Harry's cock as she drew off of him over several long seconds. Her cheeks were flushed, but the light makeup she wore showed no signs of running, and her eyes were clear. At lest, clear of anything except lust and arousal, "Your cock is magnifique, magnificent, 'Arry... it feels so good in my throat. Can I put it back, 'Arry?"
He debated, then shook his head, "No, remember, you're supposed to serve Hermione and Lilith, too. I know you're a great shag already, but show them how good a sister-wife you'll be, by licking their pretty, wet pussies."
"I'm kind of curious," Hermione asked as Fleur shifted to kneel between her legs instead, "when you lost your virginity."
"The same day," Fleur told them, "about... ten minutes later. 'E did not last long against my wild, uncontrolled nature. Before I learned to control myzhelf."
Lilith moved too, to stand behind Fleur as she leaned in to press her face against the trimmed thatch of hair between Hermione's legs and start to lick the bookworm gently, slowly working her up. The Succubus proceeded to kneel, her lower legs past the ankle joint settling to the side almost like a horse or cow would as they lay down, and wrapped her arms around Fleur to fondle both of her firm, perky tits, "I wasn't kidding, Fleur. Even for a Veela you're stunning. Harry- we all- are lucky to have you. I'm sorry for my part in ruining your last relationship. Bill could have been very good for you. But I don't regret it, not now."
Fleur herself sighed into Hermione's cunt, "I only feel bad for 'im, now. 'E did not deserve the... the 'arm we did. But I love where my life 'as taken me... I love your pussy, 'Ermione. It is delicious, like 'oney from zhe clover."
"Thank you," Hermione replied, blushing, "Harry's told me that, too."
"'E is right, zhen," Fleur moaned, and resumed attending to Hermione's folds with more vigor. It made Hermione, who just over a year ago had staunchly maintained that she was very straight, thank you very much, sigh in bliss.
Harry grinned as he moved to stand to Lilith's right, and behind her in turn, and bring his hands around the succubus' narrow waist to work a finger into her pussy, and pinch her left nipple with the other, "Look at her, Lilith. For a straight girl, she sure has learned to enjoy having her pussy licked by other women."
"She is straight," Lilith replied, "and you know it, Master. Your ability to identify things like that is better than most humans' by far. But you also know she enjoys pleasure, and exploring the varieties of sex as much as anyone but you and I, so... why would she deny herself a willing partner like Miss Delacour?"
"I wouldn't," Hermione moaned, "she does lick pussy pretty well... how old where you when you started that, Fleur?"
"Eh... Onze. I do not know zhe English well for numbers."
Harry knew that was a bold-faced lie, given her previous employment at Gringott's Bank, but didn't call her on it. He grinned as Hermione translated, though. She had indeed started young! "Tell us about her."
"My c-cousin, Yvette," Fleur moaned into Hermione's core, "she was starting 'er puberty, and desperate for release... I offered to 'elp."
"That's hot," Lilith grinned, and one of her hands left Fleur's breasts to reach behind herself and tangle in Harry's dark hair, "And she is, too. You remember her fondly."
"We 'ave not spoken in a decade," Fleur sighed, "but I do think of her well. She tasted very good... she married, and moved to Brazil. I 'ave not seen 'er since."
"Who's pussy is better tasting?" Hermione asked, knowing Fleur would understand what Hermione herself wanted to hear.
"Yours, my love," the French witch replied, "My friend, my sister-wife, my lover, 'Ermione... I love your pussy. I will eat it out every day if you wizh it. I will make you cum whiz my mouth, or my own puzzy, or 'owever you want me to."
"You're already doing it," she whispered, and started to shake, her eyes fluttering closed as Fleur suddenly shifted from licking Hermione's folds to suckling on her clit directly through what felt, through the echoes of their own bond and his empathy, like a powerful, quick orgasm to Harry.
Without being prompted, Fleur pulled away once she was done, one hand lingering on Hermione's thigh, as she leaned back. And further back still, her legs and knees spreading wide to support herself on one hand. The other circled one of Lilith's lavender-covered thighs as the last of her shell melted away, and the Succubus took a half-step forward, her body lowering directly onto the part-Veela's face.
"Ooh, you're right, Hermione," she sighed blissfully, "she does lick a good pussy. Almost as good as Ginny."
Hermione knew, like Harry, that Lilith was simply goading Fleur into more effort. She hated being second best, after all, but through the primary Bond, Harry could feel the Succubus' pleasure astoundingly strongly. "She was more susceptible to your powers, my love," Harry asked her mentally, "does that make you more susceptible to hers, or more resistant?"
The reply came verbally, with a sigh, as Lilith took advantage of her natural physiology to bend at the back more quickly than any human could do, so that her hands could continue groping and playing with Fleur's wonderful tits, while her mouth leaned into suckle Hermione's. The brunette pulled her in a bit tighter with a hand around Lilith's small horns, "That's it, lover. Lick me there, too... you two together are amazing, a true delight."
"You aren't so bad yourself," Harry reminded her, crossing around them. He finished removing his own clothes, letting them pile on the floor of the kitchen, then bent his knees. Without warning, for he knew he needed one, Harry stood tall and bent his pelvis just so, sheathing himself fully in Hermione's body with a moan of pleasure.
"Harry," she sighed, "I love you, too. Fuck me, please... don't wait. I've needed you for hours! Days!"
"We shagged yesterday on the train," he reminded her with a chuckle, but reached around her waist and gripped her hips with the other hand to hold her in place while he started moving quickly, fully withdrawing before plunging completely back in.
"Don't- don't care," she gasped between thrusts, "Need your cock all the time, you made me your slut, remember? I'm always randy now, because of you. Turned me into a girl who wants to shag other girls, and want you to shag them too. I'm watching your other sluts eat each other, and I just want to dive between their legs and do it, too..."
"Why don't you?" Harry asked huskily, "I'm sure Fleur wants your mouth on her."
"Oui!" Fleur gasped, "Please, 'Ermione!"
Even while having the stunning blonde go down (or up, as the case currently was) on her, Lilith seemed to have the most presence of mind, "Dobby! Can you please move the pastries from the table to somewhere else? We need it, and quickly."
The elf popped into the kitchen in an instant, glanced once at what they were doing, then rolled his eyes with an amused smile, "The Great Harry Potter Sir can't even wait five minutes before shagging his witches," Dobby laughed, then snapped his fingers. All at once, the pastries vanished, only to reappear on the various counters, or in a few instances, inside cases and warmers for them, "The table is clear for your shagging, Miss Lilith."
"Thank you, Dobby dear," she told him, then stepped back from Fleur, "On your feet, my dear. Hermione wants to suck your clit like she sucks cock. But don't lay on it... I'm going down there, first."
It was funny to watch the almost sex-mad witch clamber up onto Lilith, who shifted to an almost identical copy of Ron's preferred form, busy, curvy, still very much a teen body, but with luscious full tits that put even Fleur's glorious mounds to shame. They started kissing passionately, snogging while hands roved each other's bodies, and their groins began to grind and slither across each other.
"Well, Hermione?" Harry asked, gesturing toward the older-looking women, "Two for one, may as well get in there."
She winked, "Lilith just read my mind," before bending over to present her pussy to him once more, and hung her arms over Liliths' long thighs, then leaned in.
Soon, both the Succubus and part-Veela were moaning and huffing, and Hermione was gasping too as Harry continued to pound one of his favorite vaginal channels with abandon.
He was quite used to using his powers to hold off an orgasm nigh-indefinitely now, but this time, only the second time he was shagging any of his future partners in this house, he wanted to do quite the opposite, "I'm going to Christen this room with your pussy, Hermione," he grunted, and let his cock swell abnormally. It grew perhaps two inches longer, though thin at the end, so it prodded into and just through Hermione's cervix without hurting her, and added another of his own knuckles in girth, so even his own hands would probably not fit more than two-thirds around it, at most. He felt Hermione's body seize in another mini-orgasm as her cunt stretched suddenly, but he wasn't done yet.
Mid-coitus, his penis also grew Succubus-like spines, the ridged, highly sensitive nubs that caught and tugged on the folds of a woman's tunnel, and gave both of them so much more pleasure.
"Fuuuuuuuhhhhk," Hermione gasped as he did, "M- More... but warn a girl, Harry, please!"
His hands were already on her hips now as she bent forward to lick at Fleur and Lilith, the delightful sight of the two beautiful lower lips only somewhat obscured by Hermione's bushy hair as she moved to pleasure them, but also bounced and rocked with his powerful thrusts.
"More, my love?" he asked, and his dick grew a little, just a little, more.
"S- Stop!" she cried, "no, don't stop, but don't get any bigger, please! You're gonna break- break me in half!"
"But you want me to," he reminded her, giving voice to the thrill of pleasure that went through her at the idea, and started humping again, faster. He leaned forward too, using only his hips to fuck Hermione's too-tight, gushing pussy hard enough to send miniature squirts of her juices onto the already flour-covered floor, and pushed a finger into Fleur's pussy and bum hole at the same time.
She climaxed almost instantly, screeching her pleasure into the nearly empty manor, overstimulated by her acts of service, and then Lilith and Hermione's stimulation.
Her pleasure touched off Hermione's, whose pussy clutched and grasped at Harry's mutant cock enough to spur him on, too. With his own orgasm spilling what felt like buckets of thick, white semen into Hermione, enough to make her belly swell and for it to run out onto the floor despite the pressure holding it in her womb from his rod, Lilith climaxed too, unable to hold herself back whenever he finished.
Hermione stood on shaky legs a moment later, one hand on her swollen abdomen, and she laughed deliriously as she staggered for one of the nearby chairs and collapsed into it, "Fuck, Harry... that was... so good."
He knew she was up for more, of course. The Stamina and Arousal Runes that each of his women received with their first Ritual meant that Hermione, the first to receive them out of his lovers, could literally go like that for an entire day without needing to stop. Clearly she wanted a break, though, while she worked through the load he'd put in her womb.
While the two women on the table recovered, Harry made sure to take a moment to add some reinforcing and strengthening spells with his wand to the table itself, before he bodily reached out to flip Fleur over, end over end, and holding her mouth over his still-engorged cock, "Suck that Succubus dick, my dear... suck it well, and I'll reward you."
She did so with great enthusiasm, swallowing him as easily as Lilith's smaller form had taken his cock in front of Fleur the day after the attack on King's Cross over Yule, despite being much larger at the moment. Then again, Fleur wasn't three and a half feet tall, either.
Harry let her bob as he leaned in to suckle and lick at the fluids she was producing in copious amounts, sharing Hermione's saliva too, "You taste just as delightful," he told his lover, "that- heh- French Vanilla drives me wild, Fleur."
"She does taste delicious," Hermione agreed, licking her lips while her legs opened to play with the load running out of her well-used pussy.
Harry let Fleur have a load too, smaller than the one he gave Hermione, but enough to let her taste his seed once more for her own passion to build, before he pulled her off and laid her back down on top of Lilith, this time on her back facing up, "Fleur... can I out you?"
"Quoi? What do you mean, 'Arry?" Fleur asked, still licking her lips free of his cum, bleary-eyed, and running her hands up and down her body along with Lilith.
"Can I tell Hermione your fantasy? Lilith already knows- the one we talked about on the bed last time."
Fleur blushed, and suddenly looked a lot more aware as she glanced at Hermione, "I..."
"If it helps," Lilith told her quietly, one hand pinching a perfect rosy nipple, "She's already had that experience, and enjoyed it. Maybe not as much as you will..."
Harry watched Fleur gulp, and the blush deepen, "Oui... You can tell 'er."
"Tell me what?" Hermione asked huskily, as she brought a finger-full of Harry's seed to her mouth, too.
"Fleur likes girls with dicks," Lilith beat Harry to it, "and as I am uniquely suited for that..."
"Oh," Hermione replied, blushing herself. Not because of the dirty, naughty display she was putting on, but for her own recollections of when Hermione and Harry had tied her down, and then tricked her into thinking she was shagging a stranger, perhaps Sirius, or someone else she might have known when it had been Lilith the whole time, "That... that was fun, I'll admit..."
Harry watched Lilith's body start to change, but he was more amused when the log, the full-on Succubus cock to mirror his own, bumped into Fleur's leg, and she jumped in surprise. Her eyes widened in brilliant fascination as she saw the lavender-tinged flesh, at odds with her normal human skin tone otherwise, and started to drool, "It iz real...?"
"Touch it and find out," Harry instructed, "ButI will tell you, she can ejaculate, and it feels as good for her as it does for me."
"Mon dieu... eet is beautiful," Fleur moaned, and reached out tentatively, "What I would not give to... to be able to do zees..."
"You can do it in another way," Lilith told her, "Why don't you lift your hips a bit sister? I'm sure I can lubricate you enough in your pussy to make the rest work."
"In my puszy? You are... Oh. Oh, yes," Fleur finished with a moan, "I would love to 'ave you both... it would be a leeteral dream come true!"
Then she gasped as, without warning, Lilith twisted her own pelvis expertly, and slammed the fourteen inch, ridged and spined cock home in Fleur's wonderfully tight hole. Harry got a few droplets of a nearly-instantaneous orgasm splashing against his face, and he licked up what he could reach with relish, then stepped in. With an almost-hesitant hand, he let his fingers touch Lilith's base, but used his thumb to plumb the Succubus' hole for her, then leaned down to kiss Fleur.
First on the mouth, then Lilith below her for a moment, catching platinum-blonde hair in his mouth as his thumb started to move in the Succubus. From there, Fleur's breasts, nibbling briefly on each nipple as Lilith started to move, slowly dragging her ponderous, monstrous dick in and out of Fleur, to her great delight.
By the time he reached the blonde's taut navel, Hermione was openly masturbating, working three fingers in and out of her still-leaking pussy, as she watched them, completely engrossed.
Upon reaching Fleur's clit, he lashed his tongue across it a few times, making her orgasm fully and completely with Lilith's futanari cock buried deep in her. Then back up as she came down, and whispered, "I can be a female, too, if needed, and keep whatever dick you want, my love. You can have not just me and her, but both of us like that, if you want. Just say the word some time."
"Oui, oui," Fleur gasped and moaned. She came again, maybe twice, her body wracked with spasms and small, jerking motions as she gushed out more liquid, along with a healthy dose of Lilith's bubble-gum and cinnamon-scented semen.
Harry scooped up some to feed to Fleur, and took a small taste himself, "Tasty, my love," he told the Succubus, then looked to the brunette, "Hermione, come clean her up? I don't mind Lilith's sloppy seconds, but you're missing out if you don't get some."
"Love to," she replied, and hopped up. Her legs were still shaky as she waddled over, but her stomach had mostly returned to normal. It made sense, as there was now a two-foot wide puddle of his cum on the floor beneath the chair she had used, and the furniture itself was drenched in it.
Hermione resumed licking as soon as she reached the pair, and once most of the load had been cleaned up externally, she kept licking as Lilith's rod was exposed inch by inch.
When the purple shaft popped free to bounce against her chin, Hermione suckled its fat head with delight for several seconds too, then hollowed her cheeks to pull out a bit more, "Shit, why's it so tasty? I'm not complaining," she moaned after she was done, between licking her lips, "I'm glad you can't eat your own, Lilith, but if I ever had cum as tasty as Harry's besides yours, I think I'd just be the world's biggest blowjob queen."
"Life goals," Harry laughed, as he grabbed Lilith's shaft, and angled it down, "Pussy up, Fleur... there you go. Fuck, you're dripping wet. This should go in smooth, but maybe turn down the size a little, Lils. Don't wanna break our flower just yet."
Thankfully, as Lilith's cock shrank back to something more like Harry's normal one, or even Dean's, she eased into Fleur's rectum slowly and gently.
"Mmm..." Fleur moaned, "It 'as been a long time since I have had anything in zhere, but... oui, it feels good already. And knowing it iz zhe girlcock... I am in 'eaven!"
Harry and Hermione shared a couple more kisses as she reached down to stroke him, and him to knead her delightful arse, while they watched Fleur receive her first taste of the Succubus' hard penis in her body, and in her rarely-used anus.
"Do you need some more, Hermione?" Harry asked quietly, "I can do a few loads more without being tired if you need it."
"No," she replied, "I'm just enjoying watching this. I didn't think it'd be so... alluring? Arousing? Intimate, but at the same time, I'm so jealous. Of both of them."
Lilith's head made its rose-colored appearance from beneath Fleur's, "You can have my cock any time you want, Hermione, I love shagging you."
Hermione swallowed, but Harry wasn't done turning her on, "Imagine it," he said quietly, "what you could do when you finally master Human Transfiguration after next year. But what would you do with your own? I'm sure you'd shag several people silly, I know you liked the strap-on. Would you knock up Ginny? Tracey? Pansy?"
Hermione shuddered, "No, I... I don't think I would, but... it's a fun thought experiment, isn't it? Go fuck that cunt, Harry, she's dripping just listening to us. I would absolutely shag them, though, at least sometimes. Maybe just once, to try it."
Lilith snorted beneath Fleur as she started thrusting into the woman's stretched-out orifice faster and harder, "I think if you knew what cumming as a man feels like, you'd do it more than once or twice, Hermione. Both are good, but... Mm... that's it, Fleur, tighten up that arse for me! It's a bit, ah, addicting."
Hermione kissed him again, bent to lick the head of his dick once for the flavor, then pushed Harry toward the women on the table as she followed behind him to watch from a closer angle. Fleur's eyes were hooded, half-delirious, and her tongue almost hanging out as Lilith fucked her silly from below. Her breasts, firm and perky, were starting to sway in circles as Lilith ramped up more and more force, but Harry could tell she was already close to a powerful analgasm.
"Fleur," he said, hoping to distract her to ramp up the eventual height of ecstasy even further, "You look like you're having fun. Is she everything you wanted in a futa slut?"
"Oui, yes, yes," Fleur gasped, "I am going to cum, 'Arry. I am going to cum with a Futa in my arsehole!"
"Do it," he told her, "but hold off for a moment, would you?"
Her voice was nearly desperate, and she suddenly looked wild-eyed as she stared, mouth gaping and tongue nearly hanging out, "Quoi? Why?"
"Because when you cum for her, I want you to cum for me, too," Harry told her, and slapped her pussy with his shaft, which was a little larger than Lilith's at the moment.
Fleur squirmed, "Y- Yes, 'Arry, I will try! Please, 'urry, and put it in me!"
Enjoying the momentary power he had over the woman he had once seen as the epitome of feminine beauty, of womanly grace and power, reduced to a slobbering, drooling mess by a Succubus' dick in her arse on his new kitchen table, Harry smiled, "When I shagged you over the winter, you committed yourself to me. Now, I'm going to commit to you, my love."
"Oui?"
Harry stepped in the last few inches, and with two fingers on his dick, ran the shaft up and down Fleur's dripping folds, "I'm really close to cumming myself," he told her, "just riding that edge, just like you. Just like Lilith. When I put it in you, I'll probably only be able to hold off for a few strokes... but you don't mind, do you? Not this time, you just want to cum."
"Yes," Fleur exhaled, her eyes rolling as Lilith continued her relentless not-quite-rough, but still fast onslaught, "I want to cum for you, 'Arry, Leelith!"
"You committed yourself to me. Now I am doing it for you," Harry told her, and leaned in to kiss her for a moment. Still leaning over her, he rested a hand on Fleur's tit, and used the other arm to angle himself to her entrance, where he slid up and down a few times to ease his inevitable entrance. Not that he needed it, for Fleur was gushing out lubricant like a bottle dumped on its side, "When I push into you, I will cum soon, and I will claim you with that. You called yourself Lilith's sister, Hermione's sister-wife. When I cum in you, I will be claiming you as just that- one of my future wives. You will belong not just to me, but to us. Do you understand?"
"Yes, yes!"
"Do you want that?"
"Yes, 'Arry, please!"
"It's almost like you drove her mad with Fog of Lust," Hermione commented, "but I agree, too, Harry. Don't torture her. Give her what she wants."
"I do love you, Fleur," he finished, then slid home.
Home.
She had been Bill's before.
Fleur had been not home, once. She was almost home over Christmas Break.
Now, she was his, theirs, and as home as the manor, as the cottage he should have grown up in, as home as Lilith, or Ginny, or Hermione.
Harry slid home fully, feeling Lilith stroking far faster through the thin walls between rectum and vagina, and started pumping himself, more leisurely, as he reveled in the moment of utter physical bliss, but also of belonging.
Then he came, and next to him, Hermione blinked and shuddered, staring around at the magic that washed through the room, through the house, and off into the distance.
"What was... that?"
Harry didn't know. He just had the feeling, the sinking but also uplifting feeling, that Daphne was not going to be the first person he would father a child with.
Even if he couldn't say why.