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Gabrielle's desire for Fleur exceeded even Harry's, as her longing had a captivating quality, and her memory had been manipulated not to desire anything else. Every hobby she had ever pursued, every friend she had made, every activity she had attended, and every show or movie she had watched now revolved solely around her sister's beauty.
Gabrielle screamed as Fleur entered, catching her kneeling before a small altar in the room's corner. She was dressed in a pleated navy skirt adorned with ivory lace that fell well above her knees, along with a soft gray sweater that revealed her neckline. The snug fabric emphasized the lines of her breasts, and every exposed inch of her skin was delicate and enticing. I couldn't stop staring; her ivory-hued skin seemed to glow like starlight before the altar.
Her thick blonde hair was pulled back, and her lips were full and mature, as if she had been nibbling on them all night in anticipation. I could faintly discern the faint outline of an engraved pendant hanging from her neck, softly shimmering against her pale skin. Inscribed on it was the name "Fleur," because, of course, it was.
She looked like a dream - youthful, passionate, and so utterly devoted to Fleur that her intensity was almost overwhelming. Her eyes immediately turned fervently towards her sister, and even though I made no attempt to hide by the door, she didn't notice me at all.
"Sis..." she moaned. "I mean, Fleur. Sis-ter. H-hi..."
Fleur pulled her into a long, sensual embrace. Their cheeks brushed together. Gabrielle was clearly aroused; I could feel the wetness between her legs. I guess that's because Fleur's ideal man knows how to do just that. Finally, Fleur ended the embrace, stepped back, and held her sister by the arms.
"You look... incredible," Gabrielle said. "Did you... wow. Did you go to a spa or something?" Fleur smiled. "Something like that. You look stunning, darling."
"Oh..." Gabrielle blushed deeply. "I mean, thanks, it's just..."
Fleur hugged her again, pressing her lips to her ear. "I can't tell you enough how beautiful you are, Gabrielle. But you really are. You're such a hottie. No wonder you're the star of our team."
Gabrielle was about to say something, but Fleur silenced her with a long, delicate finger. As they talked, Gabrielle grew taller, slimmer, and more buxom. Her outfit increasingly didn't fit her.
"Get comfortable, relax, and sit on my lap as we chat, alright?"
She sat on the bed and took Gabrielle's hand, encouraging her to come down. "Like... on my lap? Why not?"
"I'm not a little girl."
Fleur laughed. It was a rich, wonderful sound. "You're my little girl. I'm your mommy, and I say it's okay, alright?"
Her "mommy" words fill me with a terrible desire - and they do the same to Gabrielle. She sits on Fleur's lap, her lips working, their breath hot and heavy. Her growing breasts press into Fleur. They are so intimately close. Fleur strokes her hair and purrs.
"I invited a guest. You don't mind, do you?" Harry noticed disappointment on Gabrielle's face; she clearly wanted some one-on-one time with Fleur, and he couldn't blame her.
Harry didn't want to hear Gabrielle reject him in any way. He entered the room with a more formal posture and waved. "Hi, Gabrielle. I'm your mom's new boyfriend." It took a few moments, but Gabrielle's excitement was undeniable as she looked at him from top to bottom. Initially, confusion appeared in her eyes, then understanding, and finally desire.
And what Harry truly desired was the spark of obsession.
"Handsome," she said, smiling and giggling as she extended her hand. Her fingers and arms became longer and more slender. "I mean, handsome. Hi." She chuckled, playing with her hair and leaning toward Fleur.
"Wow. Are you on the quidditch team?"
"He's handsome, you're right," Fleur whispered in her ear. "You're right in telling him that. He's my good girl."
Gabrielle's eyes glistened as she tried to focus on Harry. She was too aroused to know what to do; one aspect of her obsession collided with something entirely new.
"Nothing is definite," Harry continued, sitting on the bed next to Fleur, pulling her closer, which in turn brought Gabrielle closer. "But I think it's safe to say I'll make quite a splash there."
"I love quidditch players," Gabrielle bragged. "I mean, not all of them. Just the really big, muscular, strong... strong handsome ones." Her fingers slid over Harry's biceps, and she grabbed her head.
"Oh my, you've got me flustered." She chuckled. "I mean, flustered. Looked at Fleur, who was equally captivated by Harry." Wait. Did you say boyfriend?"
"Well, honestly," Fleur began. "It's a lot more intense. In fact... well."
Fleur and Harry exchanged smiles, then a quick kiss. Gabrielle moaned, just inches away from their meeting lips.
"You two are... um... really cute together..."
Her voice became a small, plaintive whisper, contrasting with her stunning self-confidence but incredibly arousing.
The kiss between Fleur and Harry prolonged, their jaws working against each other as they sought more angles to explore. They hadn't kissed this often before, so each kiss was new and fresh for Harry.
"Should I..." Gabrielle tried to get up. "Should I leave, right?"
Fleur and Harry immediately wrapped their arms and limbs around her, pulling her tightly to them. Her legs were so long, and Fleur was so petite that her knees reached beyond the other end of Harry's waist. Harry's hand slipped between her thighs, to her throbbing, pulsating core, before sliding back up and grasping her delicate thigh. He could feel her becoming slimmer, just like Fleur.
"Your sister and I have a proposal for you."
"A proposal?" She shook her head, trying to clear her desire-filled thoughts. "Wait. No. Hold on. What about Bill? Have you finally broken up?"
"That's part of the proposal, darling," Fleur explained. "I want you to have a dad after all these years."
"A... daddy?" Her body had already caught on, and her mind was beginning to grasp it. Her eyes widened, and she bit her lower lip.
"A real dad." Fleur kissed her neck. "A real... r-real dad..."
Her voice was little more than hypnotized babbling, and Harry didn't wish for anything new.
The exponential effects of all the previous wishes were already blowing her mind.
He hadn't mentioned the term to Fleur - Real Dad. But Fleur knows it anyway, because she intuitively knows what Harry wants.
"Harry is your new dad. And he'll always be there for you."
"...always?"
"Always," Harry replied. "And unlike your fake daddy..." "The worm," Fleur snarled.
"Unlike that loser... I don't care how much you're in love with your mommy, Gabrielle.
She's as red as a beetroot; it's cute. His fingers plunge into her pussy, and she gasps, her whole body convulsing. "In fact, I love it. I want you to be obsessed with Fleur, Gabrielle. I want to encourage that. I want you to dream about how wonderful mommy is every free moment, until you do something for me."
She falls to her knees, holding her head and moving on her knees.
"S-stop," she says, trying to move, even as her body continues to throb. "Oh my God. Where did you... where did you learn all of this? It's like you've been in my head..." Harry almost thinks he needs to wish to stop her from having a psychotic breakdown. That's when Fleur does something unexpected.
She reaches for her and lies down with her on the floor. Their breasts touch. She grabs Gabrielle's face and looks deep into her eyes.
"Here, darling. Look at me. Look at your sister." Gabrielle almost immediately stops squirming. She desired it so much.
"Look... mommy..."
"You don't have to think about it, darling." Gabrielle immediately relaxes. "Oh.
"Just look at me. You love looking at me, don't you? "Yes, Fleur... you're so pretty..."
"I know. I'm the prettiest in the whole world, right?"
Gabrielle nods seriously. "In the whole world, yes, Fleur."
"And you want to see me happy, don't you? "Happy..."
"Smiling?"
Fleur smiles at her. Her teeth are perfect, straight, and white.
"Smiling! Yes, mommy, I love your smile."
"Daddy makes me smile. Your new daddy." "Ung."
"And it excites you, right?" "Yes..."
Fleur returns to the bed but pulls Gabrielle closer to her. To be at Fleur's face level, Gabrielle has to lean in.
Fleur, my love, my obsession, my need, is preparing her sister for me in mind and body. I stand behind Gabrielle.
"This is the real man you've been waiting for. Trust mommy."
"Trust mommy..."
"He's the real dad you need. Right?" "Yes..."
"Because I say so. And mom and dad know best. Right?"
"Yes, mommy."
Harry rips Gabrielle's panties and plunges into her eager, needy pussy. Of course, just like Fleur, he climaxes immediately. Gabrielle closes her eyes and screams with pleasure as he enters harder and deeper.
Fleur encourages him. "Yes, daddy! Fuck her harder! Make her come again!"
"M-mommy!" Gabrielle moans between kisses from Fleur. "Mommy! Mommy!"
Gabrielle's moans get louder as Harry presses his hips against hers. His heart is pounding; he feels like he might explode inside her. She's so damn tight. The volcanic heat clings to his massive cock. With each thrust, she screams, reaching another climax.
Fleur smiles proudly at the two of them. Her family, just the way she wants it. Her eyes gleam with joy and desire.
Gabrielle climaxes again and, for the first time, calls out for daddy. It's as if she's seeking approval.
"Daddy!" she cries. "Daddy, please!" "That's right." He tightens his grip, pats her, and squeezes her butt again. "Good girl. My good little girl. You're doing such a good job, sweetheart. Keep it up."
"Yes, daddy!"
She climaxes again after another powerful thrust. He's only human, even as strong as he is. He can't take it anymore, and he knows he can release inside them over and over whenever he pleases.
Fleur beams with delight, kissing and caressing her sister's beautiful body. The feeling of their passionate embrace only excites him more, and he thrusts harder.
Gabrielle climaxes even more intensely as he continues to make love to her. She wraps her arms and legs tightly around Harry as if she never wants to let go. Sweat drips from their bodies as they revel in their passion. The intensity is too much for them; they hold each other close between breaths, their lips pressed together in a passionate kiss, encouraging Harry as he makes love to Gabrielle with all his heart.
His moans fill the room, intertwining with their own. Together, they are an unstoppable force of pleasure and satisfaction. He tightly grips their bodies as he enters Gabrielle's tight haven once again, spilling his love inside her with a final cry of ecstasy.
Orgasm courses through their veins like electricity, tracing its path to their core, until they both collapse onto each other in blissful exhaustion. Gabrielle turns and wraps her wet arms around Harry's neck, trembling from head to toe, while he holds her tightly.
They lie like this for what seems like an eternity, enjoying the moment even after the fireworks have disappeared from sight. Fleur cuddles up to them, moaning and cooing their names.
"I can't wait for tomorrow's training," she says. "I want to show you off in front of the whole team..."
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