"Mmm, it is warm at least," Fleur sighed in pleasure as she felt the sun on her flawless skin.
"As if I'd book our honeymoon somewhere cold," Harry chuckled, one of his strong arms wrapped around his new wife's waist as he led her, blindfolded, towards their destination.
"I would 'ave been cross, but I would 'ave also demanded zat you keep me warm," Fleur purred, her tone clearly indicating just how she would have wanted him to warm her.
"It's not too late to go to Siberia if you like," Harry said immediately, earning a throaty laugh from the gorgeous blonde.
"You don't 'ave to take me somewhere cold for me to want to spend all our time zere in bed, 'Arry," Fleur giggled.
"How did I get so lucky?" Harry murmured.
"You know as well as I zat we are equally lucky, mon amour," Fleur whispered, turning around and wrapping her arms around him.
Harry pulled her in, kissing the top of her head as his mind wandered to how they'd gotten together. From the moment he'd laid eyes on her, he'd been captivated by Fleur, not in the same way that so many around him were, as her allure never effected him as badly as it did others, but by her beauty alone. She was the most stunning creature he'd ever laid eyes on, and to his teenage brain at the time, that was enough.
"Here we are," Harry said as they reached their destination.
Reaching up, he untied the blindfold and removed it, grinning at the little gasp Fleur let out as she took in the sight before her. They were on a small island in the Caribbean that the Blacks had found and claimed as their own centuries ago. It was incredibly well warded, unplottable, and invisible to anyone other than its owner and those they brought with them. The island itself wasn't what made Fleur gasp, though.
"Are we in Greece?" she asked, whipping around and looking at him. "These trees aren't…"
"No, we're not in Greece," Harry replied, amused by the fact that she had the same thought that he did. "We're in the Caribbean, on an island I inherited from Sirius, not that I think he ever learned of it."
"But the…" Fleur went to ask.
"Greek temple?" Harry asked, grinning. "I was a little confused too. I found out about this place as I was going through the library in Grimmauld Place. Some Lord Black about five hundred years ago heard about the new world and decided to go exploring. He stole a ship, enchanted it heavily, and sailed out. He found this place, decided to take it for himself, and had his elves build...this."
The structure in question was a gorgeous piece of classical architecture. It was a sizable square building of marble surrounded by white marble pillars that held up a red-tiled gable roof that extended far past the actual building in front of it. Tiled marble stairs led up to the covered porch of sorts and the fifteen-foot oak doors.
"'E 'ad exquisite taste from what I've seen so far," Fleur cooed, looking around in awe.
"You haven't seen anything yet," Harry chuckled. "I scoped the place out when I first learned of it, and there's an actual internal waterfall in there. I knew at once that I was going to take you here for our honeymoon; once I proposed, anyway."
"You've been planning zis zat long?" Fleur asked.
When Harry just smiled at her, she jumped into his arms and kissed him passionately. He grabbed a handful of perfect round arse as she wrapped her legs around him and snaked a hand up into her waist-length silver-gold hair. As he grasped the back of her head, he led her up the steps, not pausing the kiss for a moment, and pressed her against the heavy front doors.
"Inside!" Fleur gasped, breaking the kiss for air.
"The temple or you?" Harry asked.
"Both!" Fleur cried, and he laughed, opening the door silently and wandlessly before he carried her inside.
The two of them barely made it inside the foyer before they stripped each other naked and indulged their endless passion for each other.
"Remind me to take you to beautiful places more often," Harry sighed as he ghosted his fingers over her bare back.
Fleur laughed, snuggling into his muscular chest as the sweat they'd built up through their frenetic lovemaking cooled on their skin. With the island being as warm as it was, she didn't have to care about that, but she doubted that Harry found the marble tiles under them particularly comfortable and quickly sat up.
"I assume zere is a bed inside 'ere?" she asked.
"A massive thing capable of holding at least six," Harry replied with a grin. "I think you'll like it."
"Well, should I decide to grant Gabrielle ze graduation gift she so clearly wants, zat will come in 'andy," Fleur smirked as she stood up on shaky legs.
"Fleur…" Harry said warningly as his spent cock twitched between his legs. "If you'd like to see the rest of this place today, you shouldn't tease me."
"Hmm, perhaps you are right," Fleur sighed. With a grin, she added, "My knees would end up quite bruised if we spent much more time on zis floor, after all."
"As if you'd mind," Harry rumbled, wrapping his arms around her from behind and nuzzling her neck. "We both know how utterly insatiable you are."
"I was until I met you," Fleur whispered, turning around and running her long nails through his hair. "You satisfy me more than I ever zought possible."
"And you're all that I'll ever need," Harry smiled. "You don't need to keep teasing me with the idea of your sister to get me hard."
She'd been doing that increasingly in the days leading up to their wedding, and he was starting to wonder why.
"I'm not teasing, 'Arry," Fleur said seriously. "Gabrielle won't be so petite forever, and it is common enough for Veela to share particularly virile mates as gifts with close family."
"What?" Harry asked, feeling his cock grow instantly hard.
"By ze goddess, what a cock!" Fleur exclaimed, smiling widely. "I would 'ave been yours ze instant I saw zis even if it wasn't for your...other gifts."
"You'd seriously let me sleep with your sister?" Harry asked in shock.
"She'll graduate in a few years, and we'll probably 'ave children by zen," Fleur explained. "She'd make an ideal nanny and would like no form of compensation more zan what you could give 'er with zis. She 'as wanted to fuck you for years, after all."
"Fucking hell," Harry groaned as she wrapped her hand around his rock-hard length. "I thought you were joking."
"I would never joke about something so serious," Fleur smirked. "I did say zat zere were a few Veela customs zat you 'adn't yet been exposed to."
"Wha...what if she…"
"Became as addicted to you as I am?" Fleur whispered, leaning in until her lips brushed against his ear. "I would be surprised if she didn't, nor would I mind if we ended up with a permanent little plaything."
"Fuck," Harry groaned, feeling his balls tighten as she continued to stroke his sticky length.
"Now you 'ave a choice, mon amour," Fleur grinned. "You can cum now; I will 'appily drop to my knees, suck your gorgeous cock, and swallow every drop of your delicious seed, or you can wait and 'ave a far greater orgasm."
"Later," Harry grunted. He'd cum moments ago anyway and knew was more than happy to hold off, knowing from experience that it would mean far more pleasure later.
"As you wish," Fleur whispered, drawing her wand.
She cast a silent spell, and Harry shivered at the sudden cold feeling that enveloped his bits. It lasted only for a moment, but it was enough for his cock to soften entirely, landing limp between his legs.
"Mon dieu, I will never get over 'ow big you are even soft," Fleur moaned, gazing down where his cock hung halfway to his knees.
"No question what it is that won you over in the end," Harry chuckled.
"Your massive cock and ability to speak parseltongue may 'ave drawn my interest, 'Arry, but neither were what won you my 'eart," Fleur smiled, kissing softly.
"I don't know how I would have survived without you," Harry sighed. "Fifth year alone would have driven me insane if I hadn't had you in Hogsmeade."
"My reward system for putting up with zat awful toad woman without rising to 'er bait worked flawlessly," Fleur smirked.
"It's hard to get mad about anything when you have a ravenous Veela waiting to drain you dry whenever you need it," Harry chuckled. "Now, shall I show you around?"
"I was beginning to zink you'd never ask," Fleur giggled. When he reached for his clothes, she said, "We 'ardly need to get dressed, 'Arry. Ze weather is perfect; we are all alone, and both of us look better naked anyway."
"I love the way you think, Fleur," Harry grinned.
"If I 'ad my way, all you ever wear is zis," Fleur smirked, flicking her wand towards him.
Harry hissed as he felt something cool form around the base of his cock and looked down to see a thick gold ring almost entirely obscured by his dark curls. He cocked an eyebrow at her, making her laugh.
"Zis place is amazing!" Fleur exclaimed a while later as they finished exploring the second floor. "Was zat mattress original?"
"Oh Merlin, no," Harry chuckled. "The rotting thing they'd left in place, I burned without hesitation. Kreacher managed to replace it nicely though."
"It's so comfortable," Fleur sighed. "I'm going to love it 'ere, I zink. Where is zis waterfall you mentioned, zough?"
"Down here," Harry replied. "Come."
He took her hand and led her back down to the main floor of the home and led her towards what looked like a flat stone wall. Reaching for one of the candlestick holders on the wall, Harry pulled it forward and, the wall opened up to reveal another staircase, this one too narrow for two people to walk down side by side.
Sending a lumos spell down the staircase, he said, "Ladies first."
Fleur grinned and began walking down the steps, exaggerating the sway of her hips with each step, not that she really needed to. Fleur Potter had the greatest pair of breasts Harry had ever seen, and even they had nothing on the absolute majesty of her arse. Her childbearing hips, which looked incredible in contrast to her narrow waist, were the first clue he'd gotten all those years ago that she had a large ass, but nothing could have prepared him for the first time he saw her in all her glory. It was round, incredibly firm, and jutted out gloriously behind her. One of Harry's favorite things in the world was watching it jiggle as he fucked her from behind.
Watching her walk was incredible too, though.
"Oh, 'Arry!" Fleur exclaimed as she reached the bottom step and saw what awaited her in the basement.
The temple was built into a small cave on the island, through which flowed a small stream. The fresh water from it flowed across a series of descending rocks, which landed in a natural-looking pool in the basement of the temple. Harry had long since concluded that it was magically created, since he honestly doubted that something that beautiful could be real, but either way, it was perfect, enhanced by the half dozen marble pillars that held up a stone edifice around the entrance of the cave.
"I thought you'd like it," Harry grinned. "The pool isn't big enough to swim in, but it's deep enough that we can take a dip comfortably."
"From everything you've ever told me of Sirius' family, I never would 'ave expected something zis beautiful to be zeir creation," Fleur breathed as she looked around in awe.
"Well, it's not without some suitably fucked up features," Harry grimaced.
"Oh?" Fleur asked.
"Well, for one thing, the island is big enough that I'd be surprised if it was uninhabited when the Lord Black found it, and beyond that…" Harry trailed off, wincing. When Fleur looked at him in concern, he sighed and said, "We're about halfway between Bermuda and eastern Cuba, smack dab in the…"
"Bermuda Triangle?" Fleur asked, her eyes widening.
"I honestly wouldn't be surprised if the enchantments on this place are the cause of the strange phenomenon," Harry sighed.
"Muggle repelling wards gone awry?" Fleur asked, looking curious. "Fascinating...'orrifying, of course, but fascinating."
"Yeah, not during our honeymoon, naturally, but at some point I would like us to look through the wards here and see if we can find anything that might explain it," Harry muttered. "It might be a complete coincidence, but with the location and the involvement of the Blacks…"
"It's worth looking into," Fleur agreed, shaking her head at the absurdity of the situation. "You English…"
Harry swatted her arse playfully for that comment, making her shriek in delight and wrap her arms around him.
"As much as I would love to shag you cross-eyed right here, I'm actually getting pretty hungry," Harry murmured.
"I'd make a joke about what you can eat, but I'm 'ungry too," Fleur sighed. "I assume Kreacher's already at work preparing dinner."
"You know you're my favorite desert," Harry rumbled, making her shiver.
"You like me more zan treacle tart?" Fleur faux-gasped, making him laugh.
"You know I do," Harry whispered, brushing a finger through her fleshy folds and bringing it to his lips.
"Food first, and zen you're taking me back down here and fucking me until I can't walk," Fleur said as she shuddered and her eyes darkened with lust.
Harry returned her smoldering look and kissed her deeply before leading her upstairs.
The two of them had dinner, and Fleur smiled widely when she realized that he'd had Kreacher make them bouillabaisse, the first word she'd ever spoken to him. The elf had become quite proficient at cooking French dishes over the years, and Harry had, much to Fleur's smug delight, grown incredibly fond of them. The dessert he had planned was far more special, and the way that her blue eyes lit up at the sight of it made tracking down the recipe for it and getting Kreacher to figure out how to recreate it more than worthwhile.
"Opera cake?" Fleur gasped at the sight.
"You raved about it so much during our last trip to Paris that I knew you'd love having it again," Harry smiled. "I would have joined you back then, but…"
"I zought zat chicken smelled a little off," Fleur winced at the memory of how sick he'd become. Her own meal had been lovely, and she'd not gotten sick, but needless to say, they didn't intend to return to that restaurant.
"The instructions said to cut it into little rectangles like this, and so Kreacher did," Harry murmured. "We have more if we want."
"Zis is an incredibly rich, sweet cake, mon amour," Fleur smiled softly. "You wouldn't really want a large piece."
She dug her fork into it, slicing away a little piece and, bringing it to her lips, moaned the moment it touched her tongue in a way that made his cock twitch despite the ring.
"Oh, zis is perfect," she sighed. "Zank you, Kreacher."
The house elf didn't reply, but they both knew that he'd heard her and, happy that she was pleased, Harry dug in as well.
"Oh wow," he murmured the moment he swallowed his first bite.
"Chocolate and coffee are such a divine combination," Fleur smiled. "I love you."
"I love you too," Harry replied, beaming at his wife.
"So, not zat I am not zrilled by ze zought of spending weeks in zis paradise, but what else do you have planned?" Fleur asked, cocking an eyebrow. "I know you, 'Arry. You are nothing if not over-ze-top when you set your mind to impressing me."
"Well, I found the journal of the particular Lord Black who...acquired and enchanted a ship back in the day and decided to try it out," Harry replied, making her eyes widen. "I bought a small yacht and enchanted it just like he did back then. I figured we could spend a week enjoying the island and take it for a trip around the rest of the region. I wouldn't mind visiting Jamaica, Cuba, or the Dominican Republic."
"You do know how to spoil a girl," Fleur sighed, her eyes alight with pleasure.
"Says the woman who casually informed me today that she'll be moving her little sister into our bed in a few years," Harry chuckled. "Are there any other Veela traditions I should know about? I shouldn't expect to be brought before the council for...ahem...testing some day, should I?"
"Ze council members are all my grandmother's age, and while we Veela do age exceptionally well…" Fleur trailed off, looking amused. "Zere is one tradition we've yet to fulfill, though."
"Oh?" Harry asked as he finished his cake, something she had already done.
"It is traditional for Veela and their new 'usbands to make love outdoors in a tribute to ze goddess Aphrodite," Fleur replied.
"Our location is oddly fitting then," Harry chuckled, instantly willing. "Sex on the beach then?
"I would rather not get sand in any...unpleasant places, and truth be told, ze only requirement is zat we can see ze stars clearly without anything in ze way as we indulge our passions," Fleur replied. "Ze little grotto downstairs will more zan suffice. Zis place is more perfect zan you know. I've been here but a day, and I already don't know how long it will be before I want to leave."
"Well, with you moving to more freelance work and me just managing my estate, it's not like either of us are traditionally employed," Harry grinned, ghosting his fingers over the top of her hand. "We could stay quite a while if we like."
"Come," Fleur whispered, taking his hand. "Having you fuck me only once today is not nearly enough."
"Such a greedy little bird I married," Harry said teasingly.
"When it comes to zis, I am ze greediest," Fleur cooed, wrapping her hand around his length and vanishing the ring.
He sprung to life almost instantly, hardening in her hand quickly enough and growing so much that she quickly added the other one. The look of absolute focus and adoration she got on her face when she looked down at his cock never failed to make him throb with need. It had been that way ever since she got a look at him in the prefect's bath after the first task of the tournament.
"I could just stroke you for 'ours," Fleur sighed. "See ze 'ead grow purple as your need grew terrible, feel every zick vein against my 'and, hear you moan in pleasure."
"As torturously fun as that sounds, my love, I would much rather take you back downstairs and fuck your gorgeous brains out," Harry rumbled, smirking as a shiver went through Fleur.
"Zen take me, 'Arry," Fleur gasped, crying out in shock and delight as he picked her up and pressed her against him.
Holding her by her incredible ass as she wrapped her arms and legs around him, he walked her back downstairs to the grotto and, pressing her against one of the columns, kissed her soundly. She moaned into his mouth, tasting like the cake they'd had as she slipped her tongue into his mouth. He brushed his own tongue against her, and soon they were making out passionately. Moving one hand from her arse, he cupped one of her large, firm breasts, making her moan louder. The pillowy mounds were very sensitive, he knew, and he had once managed to make her cum just from stimulating them alone. When he pinched one of her hard pale pink nipples gently, she broke the kiss off and cried out in bliss.
"So how does this 'paying tribute to Aphrodite' thing work?" Harry asked.
"Sorry?" Fleur asked before remembering what he meant a moment later. Flushing slightly at how easily he'd distracted her, she replied, saying, "We just say something along ze lines of 'zank you, oh great goddess of love, in whose image we were made, for granting us such a 'andsome 'unk.'"
"Seriously?" Harry asked, laughing.
"It is something ze Veela of old did zat few of us even bother with anymore," Fleur replied. "If you hadn't asked about other traditions, I might not 'ave recalled at all."
"Well," Harry smiled. "If your goddess truly did make you in her image, then I'm must thank her as well. Now come sit on my face; the taste I got earlier wasn't nearly enough."
"Only if I can suck your perfect cock while I do it," Fleur gasped as he let her down and buried his face between her breasts.
"Huh?" Aphrodite asked no one as she jolted awake.
She'd been woken by a sensation she'd not felt in so long that she'd almost forgotten it; genuine worship. As the goddess of love, as well as passion, desire, and sex, she had fared much better in this secular age than some of the other gods. People might not have formally worshiped her as they once did, but every time they had sex, every time they found release in another, they fed her their energy all the same.
It had been sometime since she had last seen Ares, but she knew that he was in much the same boat. Where some of the others had faded as both their worship and their aspects faded in the human realm, war and lust were eternal.
"I wonder where that sense of tribute came from," she thought to herself, rising from her bed and walking over to the globe she kept in the corner of her bedroom.
Hovering her hand over it, she sought out the location of her worshipers. It spun under her hand a few times before centering what looked like an empty section of the Atlantic Ocean under her palm. Reaching inward, she drew upon her considerable power and expanded her senses, projecting her gaze across the area her globe had specified.
"An island," she thought to herself as she focused in on the location the tribute paid to her had come from. "Someone went to a great deal of trouble to hide this place. Such things would not work on me, however."
Focusing further, she furrowed her brow at the sight of a temple that looked much like one of hers from ages past, complete with a small grotto reaching deep into the back. Any confusion she might have had at that sight, however, promptly died as she finally beheld just how had drawn her attention in the first place.
"Oh my," she thought to herself, grinning openly as she gazed upon the pair of lovers locked together in a passionate embrace.
The woman, who was deepthroating a truly awe-inspiring cock, had to be one of her Veela, for hair and curves like that could only come from the goddess of love herself, was interesting, but it was the man she was lying on top of who truly drew her gaze. He was gorgeous, tall, and powerfully built, with arms like tree trunks and powerful legs. The rest of him was obscured by his lover, whose thick thighs he had his head buried between. All she could make out was his long black hair as her plump ass covered his face. Suddenly, the blonde rose sharply, letting what had to be the thickest cock Aphrodite had ever seen on a mortal slip from her lips as she screamed in pleasure.
"OUI, OUI, OUI!" the Veela shrieked at the top of her lungs as she came, her entire body spasming violently as ecstasy thundered through her in waves.
Aphrodite's violet eyes went wide at the display before her. She'd not seen such pleasure in mortals in a very long time, and she'd seen perhaps two or three men in all the aeons who were that skilled at cunnilingus. As the blonde's orgasm went on and one, Aphrodite went from shocked to confused, and as she focused more deeply, peering inward with all her senses enough to hear beyond her pleasured screams, she realized what else she was hearing.
"His tongue is vibrating," she thought to herself, grinning in delight.
That was a gift she'd given one particular devotee of hers back in the day for a particular service that she could no longer recall. She'd learned years later that it had allowed the man and his descendants to speak to snakes as well, for some reason.
Pulling away from the scene, she returned her mind to her body back in Olympus and tapped her perfectly manicured nails on the table next to her. There was a time when she'd received tribute like this almost constantly, and it had become normal. She'd taken such things for granted back then and wished that she'd allowed herself to enjoy the good times more. Such things had become so rare that it took her a moment to recognize what she was feeling, and she realized that there was an opportunity before her here. Being one of the few gods who still had enough power to manifest physically in the world, she knew that she could reward this couple for their worship and perhaps see it expand again.
"My interest has nothing at all to do with how beautiful they both are," the goddess chuckled to herself.
Her mind made up, she called upon her power and opened a portal between her realm and that of the mortals.
"By ze...goddess," Fleur panted as she rolled onto her back, still shaking from the intensity of the pleasure she'd just experienced. "I will...never get...used to that."
"I hope not," Harry chuckled as he wiped his face clean. "I'd hate to think you might stop waterboarding me one day."
"'Arry!" Fleur whined, blushing.
"How can you be this perfect Veela sex goddess and feel at all embarrassed about being messy?" Harry laughed.
"If sex isn't messy, you aren't doing it right," a beautifully melodious voice said, and both Harry and Fleur turned in shock to see that they weren't alone.
Harry, whose old combat instincts were still sharp, was on his feet in an instant, reaching out to force his wand to fly into his hand when he caught sight of the interloper and froze. She was easily the most stunning woman he'd ever seen. Standing six feet tall, she was curvaceous in a way that made even Fleur seem flat.
What she was wearing could barely be called a dress, with the white skirt covering her sex barely, before continuing to flow down freely. The wide slit in the left leg went almost to the hip, exposing her long, shapely legs and thick thighs. Tucked into the skirt at her waist were two long, thin strips of white fabric that went up along her body, just barely covering her nipples and areolas before tying together behind her neck.
With breasts larger than her head and her hips wider than her shoulders, along with a waist just as narrow as Fleur's, she had a perfect hourglass that would have drawn the eyes of just about anyone as she walked through the streets, especially dressed as she was, and that wasn't even her most startling feature. Her face was beautiful in a way that seemed to defy reality, heart-shaped with prominent cheekbones, full, eminently kissable lips, and a slightly upturned nose that was cuter than any nose had the right to be. Combined with her unusual purple eyes and long, thick blonde hair that fell to her waist in waves, she was hauntingly beautiful. As Harry stared at her, his wand bumped against his hand and fell to the floor. He felt like he could just stare at her for the rest of his life.
"Gah!" Harry cried as he snapped out of it, summoning his wand properly that time. "Who are you?! How did you get here!?"
"G...goddess!" Fleur exclaimed.
"It's okay, Fleur," Harry said, keeping his wand pointed at the woman in front of him as he moved across to where she was, reaching for her hand. "I don't know how she got in here, and I intend to find out, but she's not going to hurt either of us."
"Such a warrior," the tall woman purred, looking him up and down with obvious lust written across her face, "and with such a warrior's build too. You're lucky, little Veela."
Harry scowled at her words for a moment before looking confused. He'd never heard anyone call Fleur Veela before without scorn in their voice, and it was a little odd. That was neither here nor there, though.
"Look, I want to slowly draw your wand with your index finger and thumb, drop it on the floor, and kick it to me," he growled. "If you move it towards us at all, I won't hesitate to drop you."
"'Arry," Fleur went to say before she was interrupted.
"I don't have a wand," the blonde laughed. "You can search me if you like. A full body cavity search could be a great deal of fun!"
With that, she waved her hand over her body, and what little she was wearing disappeared.
"Holy shit," Harry thought to himself as she was unveiled.
Her breasts looked simultaneously too good to be real and way too good to be fake, standing in complete defiance of gravity, high and proud on her chest. They still reached the bottom of her ribcage, but that was due to their sheer immensity rather than any hint of sag. Another thing she had in common with Fleur was her complete lack of body hair, though he imagined that that was due to depilatory charms rather than the Veela's natural gift.
"What is thi…" Harry went to ask before Fleur cut him off.
"Harry, I zink zis is Aphrodite," she hissed.
"What?" Harry asked incredulously.
"Zink about it," Fleur rushed out. "No one can get 'ere without your approval, and we just finished paying 'er tribute, albeit not much, and...I mean...look at 'er."
"Well reasoned, my little descendant," Aphrodite smiled, stretching her arms over her head.
"Wait...I mean...really?" Harry asked.
"Look upon me and tell me that I am not the goddess of love and passion," Aphrodite replied, her voice charged with magic.
Both Harry and Fleur moaned as they felt themselves grow rapidly aroused. Fleur's knees buckled, and she leaned on Harry's shoulder for support.
"M...my goddess, we are 'onored," she stammered.
"It's alright, little dove," Aphrodite smiled. "I know you've largely forgotten me. Those who still bother with the old rituals do so out of tradition or because they all involve sex, not out of true belief."
"I'm sorry," Fleur said fervently. "Even my little pseudo-prayer wasn't done out of genuine belief, zough. How did I manage to summon you?"
"You didn't," Aphrodite replied. "He did."
"How?" Harry asked.
"When you thanked me for creating the Veela, though you didn't believe that I existed, your thanks were so earnest that I felt them all the same," Aphrodite replied. "It had been so long since I'd felt a prayer of any kind that I noticed immediately and searched for you. I must say, to be roused to action by such an attractive couple, it must be fate. I'll have to ask them when I get the chance."
"Oh right," Harry said to himself. "If you exist, then I guess the fates exist too. If they're the ones who give out prophecies, I have a few choice words for them myself."
Aphrodite laughed at that and said, "You're taking the revelation that gods exist better than I'd have expected. Your darling wife descends from me, and even she's struggling more with this."
"I thought the world was entirely mundane until the age of eleven," Harry replied. "Since then, I've learned that all manner of things exist that I thought were just myths, legends, or regular fiction. Learning that gods are real too isn't all that shocking after all of that."
"Cou...could we offer you something?" Fleur asked, still freaked out. "Wine or...actually we have cake so good I'd have called it divine an hour ago."
"I'll get what I want later," Aphrodite replied, walking around the room. "I thought this temple looked familiar at first, and now that I'm seeing it up close, I realize why. This is a perfect replica of a temple of mine that existed on the island of Lesbos millenia ago. It was actually where I created the first Veela. Was this your doing?"
"No," Harry replied. "An ancestor of mine seized the island and had the temple built to his specifications centuries ago. He was English with no ties to Greece that I know of, so how and why he decided on this particular structure, I have no idea. I was actually the first one to discover that any of this existed in multiple generations too."
"Perhaps the fates aren't done with you then," Aphrodite mused.
"It truly is a perfect replica?" Fleur asked.
"Well, my temple had statues in my likeness," Aphrodite replied, "but frankly, I don't mind the omission. The sculptors never made my breasts large enough."
"They likely couldn't imagine them," Harry said without thinking.
"Oui," Fleur agreed quickly, setting his mind at ease.
"Perhaps," Aphrodite grinned, conjuring a chair and sitting down in it. "The novelty of your prayer might have been what drew my attention initially, but it is not what made me come here. The raw pleasure and bliss I saw in your two earlier was inspiring. Not all mortal lovers are as attuned to each other as you seem to be."
"My 'Arry is a wonderful lover," Fleur said softly, smiling at him. "Even as a green boy, 'is focus was singularly on my pleasure when we made love."
"It's your fault for looking so beautiful when you cum," Harry rumbled, wrapping his arms around her from behind.
"Such love and passion!" Aphrodite exclaimed. "I would watch you two fuck in person. Fulfill this 'quest' and I will grant you both significant boons."
"You want to…" Harry went to ask.
"Yes!" Fleur exclaimed, cutting him off.
Harry looked at his wife and smiled at the gleam, in her eyes. They had experimented with exhibitionism over the years, and he had long known that she got off on it, but there was clearly something more to her excitement here. She had been unusually demure and unsure of herself since this goddess arrived, and Harry got the sense that giving her what she wanted was actually quite important to her.
"Not exactly how I figured we'd try out fucking in front of a live audience," Harry chuckled, turning her around and kissing her deeply.
Fleur returned the kiss with great passion, her allure going wild as Harry reached down and slapped her round cheeks with both hands. He kneaded her tight arse, grinding his almost painfully hard cock against her as their tongues dueled for dominance in their mouths. A heart-shaped bed appeared behind her, fitted with blood-red sheets, and the two of them fell into it.
"Inside me, mon trésor!" Fleur exclaimed, crying out in pleasure as he buried his entire length inside her in one thrust. "Oui!"
"Impressive," Aphrodite breathed, watching the scene before her with rapt attention. "Even for a Veela, that is a lot of cock to take."
"Ze most incredible cock!" Fleur cried, throwing her head back to look at her goddess. "'E ruined me for all others ze second I felt 'im inside me."
"Your own Adonis," Aphrodite grinned.
"Feeling better?" Harry asked mentally, projecting the thought into Fleur's mind via legilimency.
"'Arry, my goddess appeared before me while I was naked and still cum drunk," Fleur replied flatly. "Of course I was a little shocked."
"Well, seeing as she is a goddess, I guess we'd better give her a show," Harry replied, grinning ferally.
Without another word, he pulled out of Fleur, flipped her over, and, taking a moment to line himself up, plunged inside her to the hilt again. The beautiful blonde cried out in pleasure as he started fucking her hard and fast.
"Fucking hell, I don't know if you've ever been this wet before," Harry groaned as he felt her slippery, molten insides cling to every inch of his cock like a vice. "You love getting fucked like a whore in front of your goddess, don't you?"
"Oui!" Fleur cried, pressing herself against the silk sheets under her as she stuck her ass high in the air. "Zis is my kind of worship!"
"So much more fun than the stuffy churches that humans seem to prefer for some reason, no?" Aphrodite smirked, adoring the look of pure bliss on Fleur's beautiful face.
"So much...so much...fuck!" Fleur cried, soaring towards her peak faster than she ever had in her life.
Sex with Harry was mind-blowing generally, and she adored having him take her under his cloak in public, knowing that at any moment it could be blown off and expose them, but that paled utterly compared to this. Aphrodite's lust-darkened eyes were locked on the pair of them, and being watched by her was so much hotter than Fleur could have imagined. The goddess spread her legs then, exposing her dripping pink slit, and parted her taut nether lips with her long, thin fingers.
Harry gathered Fleur's long blonde hair in his hand and tugged gently, pulling her head back. Leaning in, he whispered, "I daresay the goddess is enjoying our little show. How does it feel knowing that watching you get fucked is making her little pussy wet."
"Oh, fuck!" Fleur screamed, clawing at the sheets in front of her as Harry let her hair go.
He picked up his pace then, fucking her so hard that the sound of his hips slapping against her round arse echoed through the room. The sight of the tight, yet fleshy cheeks rippling with every impact of his hips was as mesmerizing as ever and Harry smirked as he raised his hand and brought it down on her pliant flesh.
"OUI!" Fleur screamed, feeling like she might lose her mind as she hovered right on the edge of ecstasy. "Spank me! Fuck me! Make me cum; I'm so close!"
"Yes, you are," Aphrodite sighed in contentment as she stood up and walked over. "You show your bliss beautifully. Let go, my little Veela. Surrender yourself to the pleasure."
The goddess leaned down then and, cupping Fleur's cheeks, kissed her softly. Harry groaned at the sight of his wife kissing another woman, feeling his cock swell and throb inside her as he continued to fuck her, but his reaction was nothing compared to Fleur's. The Veela squealed in ecstasy, cumming hard instantly as she felt her goddess' lips on hers. Lights went off behind her eyes as pleasure thundered through her entire body in waves.
"Fuck," Harry grunted as her already incredibly pussy fluttered and spasmed around him.
Reaching forward, he pulled her up until her back was flush against his chest, holding her tightly as she continued to cum. He fucked her through her orgasm, making her large, full breasts jiggle and sway on her chest, and Aphrodite cupped them in her delicate little hands, sinking her fingers into the pliant flesh.
"Such beautiful breasts," the goddess murmured, "not that I would expect anything less from a descendant of mine. For showing me such debauchery without a hint of shame or reservation, be blessed."
Her purple eyes glowed pink for a moment, and Fleur's screams grew louder. Her already large breasts grew even larger, overflowing the goddess' dainty hands entirely and growing even fuller. They didn't end up equal to Aphrodite's, but they did increase by at least a cup size. As the goddess backed away, Fleur's orgasm ended, and she fell forward, panting for breath.
"You'll lactate on command now and feel naught but bliss as Harry or whoever else you two play with suckles from your perfect tits," Aphrodite smiled. Turning to Harry, she asked, "You really haven't cum yet?"
"We've been together for years," Harry replied. "Lasting at all with Fleur was hard at first, but I developed my stamina quickly enough."
"Hmm," Aphrodite grinned, looking him up and down.
"Ma déesse," Fleur gasped as she recovered enough to communicate again. "Zat was insane."
"You cum beautifully, Fleur," Aphrodite complimented, "and you've chosen your husband so well."
"Do you want to try him, my goddess?" Fleur asked, her crystal blue eyes alight with devotion. "I can make no greater offering."
Harry slapped her arse playfully and laughed, saying, "You're not even going to ask said offering?"
"I think your darling wife knows you well enough to know you'd not object," Aphrodite giggled. Tracing a nail down along his muscular chest, she looked him in the eye and asked, "You'd not deny me, would you?"
Harry shuddered at her words, feeling every syllable in his cock in a way that could only be magical. "No, I wouldn't."
"Lie on your back, Harry," Aphrodite commanded. "I would experience your serpent tongue as Fleur bounces on your cock."
Harry complied immediately, pulling out of Fleur and lying down. Aphrodite moved straddle him immediately, dragging her dripping, hairless slit along his length. The heat coming from her core was immense, and he groaned at the feeling as her slick coated the underside of his cock.
"Such a beautiful man," the goddess purred as she continued crawling alone his body, letting her cunt drip down on his chest.
Every drop of her arousal made his skin tingle and was absorbed into it before Fleur's wide eyes. When she finally reached his face, she floated up, turned around, and then lowered herself back down. Her arse was incredible, every bit as round and perfect as Fleur's, and soon it was all Harry could see as she sat on his face.
"Ahh!" the goddess of love cried as he swiped his tongue along her heated flesh. "That's it! Worship your goddess."
"Fuck," Fleur whimpered, more aroused than she'd ever been in her life as she watched her husband eat out Aphrodite herself.
His cock twitched and seemed to almost pulse as it lay against his abs, and she found herself drooling at the sight before she couldn't wait any longer and rushed to join the other blonde on top of him. Picking up his heavy shaft, she lifted it up, lined it up with her pussy, and sank down in one movement.
"He must fill you completely," Aphrodite purred as Fleur started rolling her hips, riding Harry's cock with practiced ease.
"'E is so big," Fleur sighed. "Ze first time I 'ad 'im, I felt like I was being split in two, and 'e actually got bigger from zere. 'E feels so good."
"He is...ohh...certainly talented," Aphrodite moaned.
Harry barely heard them as he lay under them, thrusting up into Fleur in perfect time with the movements of her hips and doing his best to devour Aphrodite. Her pussy was incredible, hot, wet, and delicious in a way that defied explanation. He'd always enjoyed going down on Fleur and thought that she tasted lovely, but Aphrodite was different. She tasted like Fleur did, but with a hint of rose and vanilla that it took him a moment to make any sense of at all.
"Holy shit, she's amortentia," he thought to himself when he finally realized what exactly he was tasting.
The rose scent of his wife's shampoo, the subtle vanilla of her perfume, and her pussy. He was tasting what he'd smelled in the cauldron when he had his lesson on amortentia back in school. It had been so long since then that he'd forgotten. He didn't feel suddenly beholden to or obsessed with the goddess he was eating out, so it didn't have the same effect, but it did make the act all the more enjoyable. Grabbing onto her wide hips, he pulled her back a bit and started swirling his tongue around her sizeable clit.
"Oh fuck!" Aphrodite cried, grinding herself on his mouth even harder. "There was a time when men couldn't even find that."
"If my cousins are to...oh shit...be believed, most still can't," Fleur moaned. "'Arry's always been special, zough. Show 'er just 'ow special you truly are, mon amour."
"You forget that I...ahh...created that ability," Aphrodite cried, falling forward into Fleur's arms as Harry's tongue started vibrating against her clit.
Fleur wrapped her arms around her goddess, moaning as she felt her large, rock hard pink nipples press against her skin. The other woman moaned and cried out, shaking in her arms as Harry continued to drive her wild. It took Fleur a moment to realize something was different compared to her own experiences with parseltongue, and when she finally did, she was so shocked that she went still.
"You aren't cumming?" she asked in awe. "Every time he does that to me, it's like I'm struck by lightning."
"It takes a lot to get me off, Fleur," Aphrodite whimpered. "I have grown rather hard to please over the aeons. Fuck, that feels amazing, though."
"I cannot thank you enough for it," Fleur laughed as she started riding him properly again. "That and...ahh...him."
"Oh fuck, yes, yes!" Aphrodite cried, the constant vibration making the pressure inside her build and build.
Harry, realizing that it was going to take more than just parseltongue to make the goddess cum, decided to cheat a bit. He was proficient with wandless magic to do many things at this point, and that included transfiguration. There was one thing that he'd done for Fleur's last birthday that she'd adored, and he decided to try it out again. Clearing his mind, he concentrated on his desire to transfigure his own tongue, constructed the spell silently, and willed it to grow.
"What are you…" Aphrodite went to ask, bothered that he had stopped vibrating against her clit, but she realized the answer to her question when she felt his tongue penetrate her, snaking a few inches inside her tight tunnel. "Oh fuck."
"You are in for a treat," Fleur sighed, picking up her pace as she felt her own orgasm building rapidly. "Ze last time 'e did zis to me, I zought I was going to die; it was so good."
Aphrodite's purple eyes went wide as she felt his tongue press firmly against her g-spot, and when it started to vibrate again, she squealed in pleasure.
"Su...suck!" she shrieked, picking up her heavy breasts and lifting them towards Fleur.
The Veela didn't question it and wrapped her lips around one of her goddess' hard nipples before sucking. To her surprise, her mouth was quickly filled with sweet milk that she swallowed down happily. It tasted amazing, and she drank more and more greedily, not realizing until she'd already consumed a good cup of it that the warm, sweet liquid was making her even more aroused.
"Don't stop, don't stop!" Aphrodite screamed, feeling herself race towards her peak. "I'll turn you into pigs if you fucking STOP!"
The goddess came with a shriek that echoed across the island, squirting all over Harry, who drank as much of her copious fluids as he could. She wrapped her arms around Fleur, whose hips were a blur as she rode her husband in a lustful daze, desperately seeking a peak she reached a moment later.
"OUI!" the Veela screamed at the top of her lungs, clinging to Aphrodite like she'd drown if she let go, as she came so hard she squirted as well.
Having the two most beautiful women he'd ever laid eyes on writhing in pleasure on top of him would have tested Harry's stamina even under more normal circumstances, but the mouthfuls of divine squirt he'd drank inflamed his desire all the more and proved to be too much. With a muffled roar, he came, filling Fleur with what felt like a gallon of cum. Rope after thick rope of semen erupted from his shaft, painting her inner walls white.
"Haven't...cum that hard...in centuries," Aphrodite panted, floating off of Harry's face and lying down next to him and Fleur.
As soon as she moved, Fleur collapsed forward, too tired to move a muscle after how hard she'd cum. Harry wrapped his arms around her, feeling utterly charged with energy, and started fucking her again after a moment, thrusting up into her still quivering cunt wildly.
"'Arry?" Fleur asked blearily, still feeling out of it after her titanic climax.
Harry grunted and rolled her onto her back, fucking her hard as he growled, "Need more!"
She cried out as he started rutting into her wildly, still feeling quite sensitive because of just how hard she'd cum.
"'Arry, give me a moment!" she cried.
"Oh," Aphrodite winced as she stared at the couple.
"What do you mean 'oh?' Ah, fuck!" Fleur cried as Harry picked up his pace, pounding her into the bed.
"I was so surprised by how hard I came that I think I accidentally blessed your husband," Aphrodite replied, looking so sheepish that Fleur would have found it funny if she wasn't instantly alarmed.
"Accidentally blessed?" Fleur asked. "Meaning what?"
"His virility has been significantly boosted," Aphrodite replied, reaching a hand out towards them. Her hand glowed pink as she added, "That's why he didn't soften for even a moment."
Harry was pulled back, his rock-hard cock slipping from her gaping pussy instantly as he began floating in the air. He struggled uselessly against nothing, his face a mix of raw lust and feral incomprehension.
"First off, it usually takes 'im a couple orgasms to soften with me these days," Fleur said, "and second, turn him back, please!"
"He'll be fine once he's adjusted, and I think you'll enjoy the perks that come with my blessing, but he's going to be like this for a few hours," Aphrodite said soothingly as she crawled in front of her.
"What perks?" Fleur asked, relaxing a little with the assurance that Harry was going to be fine. Knowing that it let her see just how comical he looked struggling in the air while so hard his cock was purple.
"Well, for one thing, I doubt he used to give you a little bump when he came inside you," Aphrodite smirked, brushing her hand over Fleur's lower belly.
The Veela looked down, and her eyes widened when she saw that she had indeed been inflated by the sheer amount of semen he'd filled her with. The white river leaking from her gaping hole was already starting to pool on the crimson sheets.
"Mon dieu," Fleur gasped, feeling the little bump herself.
"I'll let you discover the others for yourself," Aphrodite grinned, running her fingers over the other blonde's hand. "For now though, I think you have another offering to me inside here. Beyond that, you'll want some help dealing with his rut if you want to be able to walk at all tomorrow."
"I did already offer," Fleur said, gasping as she felt her goddess start licking her tender folds, slurping up the semen flowing from her.
Aphrodite's hovering spell was canceled a moment later, and Harry, too out of it to say a word, saw the massive, wiggling arse in front of him and practically dove towards it. Finding a hot, wet cunt waiting for him, he plunged inside to the hilt with hesitation and began to fuck the incredible beauty wildly.
Aphrodite moaned into Fleur's pussy, delighted by just how good he felt inside her. She matched his rhythm perfectly, throwing her ass back against him in time with his thrusts as she grabbed onto the veela's hips for support. As Fleur looked down at both her goddess and her husband before her, she moaned and realized that their lives were unlikely to ever be the same again. As she felt Aphrodite's long tongue push inside her and massage her battered insides in a way that made her eyes cross, though, she couldn't bring herself to mind at all.