Fleur Delacour offered a smile, she'd been really out of it a little bit, but after taking a moment to catch her breath and focus, she managed to get right back into the swing of it. The blonde's smile grew even wider when Harry Fucking Potter pulled her onto his lap so that she was facing him.
"Sooo Monsieur Potter, one French Veela isn't enough for you, is it?" Fleur asked with a teasing flirty grin on her face and Harry held her naked body tight against his muscular chest.
"You can never settle for just one of anything," Harry commented as he ran his fingers downwards through her hair. The blonde smiled and let out a pleased gasp as Harry cupped her ass. "The more sex I have, the more powerful I get, and I need….able bodies….two more of them."
Fleur smile brightly as things clicked together for her.
"Oh! Oui the ritual! I'd almost forgotten thanks to all the amazing sex we've had recently," Fleur commented with a smirk then she leaned towards Harry and pressed her lips onto his in a searing kiss. Her legs wrapped around his waist then she pushed him down onto the bed. The two young lovers continued to exchange a hungry kiss but they could not go much further because there was a lot of business at hand.
Fleur's pleased smile became a playful smirk and she let out a small squeal when his strong hand slapped her rather hard on the ass. She always fond herself rather pleased, when Harry left marks signifying his ownership over her during the course of their lustful activities. Most men could not really go the distance, even for a few seconds in the presence of a Veela. It was rather sad really how most men in the Wizarding UK seemed to blow their wads whenever she walked into a room
Yet, she could allow Harry to experience everything to its fullest extent and that thought made her rather hot.
"I'll see you later," Harry commented, before giving her another tight squeeze around the waist and then he let her go.
"Bye, Harry," Fleur let out breathlessly. Then she leaned forward to grind her nubile body against his, taking special emphasis to grind their crotches against each other. Their tongues tangled together as they exchanged what was supposed to be a kiss, but was more like a battle for dominance between the two. Reaching up, Harry grasped her hair tightly within his hand then pulled roughly upon it, causing her gasp out into the kiss and allowing him to deepen it further. The blonde was determined not to be outdone, but Harry kept her under control, never once breaking his dominant hold over her.
She managed to get away from him, reluctant as it was. She did not bother to get dressed, at least not right away, which allowed Harry a nice view of the spectacular naked ass of the French Veela and that was a delicious sight indeed.
"See you later, Fleur," Harry told her with a smile on his face as he watched her leave, her ass swaying all the way. Before she left the room completely, she turned to look over her shoulder and offered him a hungry look that matched his own.
One of the most powerful women in Magical Europe. A creature that was the pure personification of sex and he controlled her utterly. Dominated her every waking thought. That fact more than made him smile. He continued to watch her as the sexy blonde finally exited the room, her hips swaying in a seductive manner all the while.
"She's in the palm of your hand and quite the woman to have there," Lily said to Harry eying him from where she sat hidden in the corner, having eagerly watched his activities with Fleur. He'd known she was there though, the bond between them was so strong now that he always knew where she was. In fact, if he concentrated hard enough he could feel her heart beating from across the room. Standing up, she moved to close the distance between them.
"Yes, she is," Harry remarked with a grin as he watched his mother move towards him. When she finally reached him, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in close. Lily eagerly crawled onto her son's lap than rested her head against his shoulder. The two of them always enjoyed the time that they spent on each other.
"Your NEWTs were excellent," Lily told Harry.
"Of course they were. I think I might have broken Hermione's brain though," Harry told her with a smirk. "You know, I'd thought that she'd be a bit more loyal given all I've done for her."
"She does owe you a life debt. But she's the type, that seeks to be a reformer but when the heat is on, falls quickly into line with authority," Lily said to her son and Harry nodded in agreement. He'd learned that fact for himself pretty quickly about Hermione, as much as it really pained him to admit it. She was not someone who was willing to do anything that broke the rules too much. She was always the type of person who went squealing to an Authority figure at the first sign of trouble, as the incident with the Firebolt had proven.
Harry was all about breaking those trends; the rules that were in place were in place to be broken creatively, especially the rules that were stupid, of which there were many. Andromeda had actually spent the better part of four hours walking him through a current listing of Ministry rules and regulations, then broken down how stupid they were and how to get around them, one by one. The young wizard mentally prepared for the future, as calm as could be.
"Now, that you're out of Hogwarts. We can focus on tying up one or two loose ends…."
"There's a part of me that wants to leave and allow Voldemort to destroy everyone in his wake," Harry stated as he rubbed his chin. "But knowing how these things work, the twenty percent that are worth saving are going to be taken down a lot easier than the eighty percent that aren't worth saving."
"That's how these things go," Lily agreed with a frown, it was always the innocent that got caught in the crossfire between two warring sides. As much as she hated to admit it, it was always the case and it was something that was going to be a problem for them moving forwards. The redhead placed her hand on her son's shoulder and focused intently. "I hope…."
"There is plenty of hope, no matter what," Harry offered. "Although, I'm not sure how much hope there is for this Wizarding World."
One might consider that statement to be a contradiction but there was a statement that passed through Harry's mind. This was a world that made their own monsters and Harry was not too happy having to deal with the monsters this world had made. No matter what, he was going to have to clean up the messes that he had no part in making. Perhaps if they read the signs, there would be no Voldemort around.
Then again, there was another phrase that Harry was reminded of and that was that those who made their mistakes were often times doomed to repeat them. He wished that was not the case but often times it was.
"As much as I hate to give the devil his due, Voldemort is not going to be an easy one to put down," Harry said to his mother and she smiled sadly.
"He's a snake, who has the tendency of slipping out of his own skin, when it suits him," Lily agreed, as she felt her son's strong arms wrap around her nubile body even more tightly then they were. The more the redhead thought about it, the more she cursed the prophecy. She cursed the fact that Snape told Voldemort the prophecy. She cursed the fact that Voldemort and Dumbledore believed a silly bit of fortune telling. She cursed James for believing in Dumbledore. All in all, she cursed a lot of people in her head and if given a chance she would curse each of them physically. Except for James, because he was dead, something that he should be grateful for.
However, the fact that he believed it was what caused Lily's frustration to escalate. If he had not been so paranoid, the world would be a very different place.
Although, Harry had made the most out of the situation he was in.
"When he's out of our lives, we have no obligation to this world or the people in it," Harry continued. "If I stick around, I'll be expected to put out the next fire or get made into the next martyr, depending on the mood that these people are in, or the weather, or which team won which Quidditch match, on any given day."
"Yeah," Lily agreed as she felt her son's arms tighten around her waist and the redhead sunk down onto his lap.
It was moment's like this, where she cherished the silence.
"We have a lot to do," Harry informed his mother. "Number Five and Number Six might join us soon."
"Then the Power of Seven Ritual can commence," Lily stated, marveling at her son's genius. The fact that the participants were closely related in a few cases, would make the power of the ritual even more amazing.
She couldn't have come up with a better idea if she tried and she had come up with some very good ideas in her day. A wide smile flowed over Lily's face.
"We'll be one step closer to seeing a world without Tom, My Mom and Dad didn't love me, so I'm going to take it out on the world, Riddle," Harry told his mother and mirth danced through his vibrant green eyes as he thought about that extremely happy moment.
Albus, he of too many names and titles, Dumbledore, offered a pained sigh as he reflected over a lot of the problems that occurred over the past couple of weeks. The return of Lord Voldemort was something that he half expected to happen. Given the lengths that Tom went to ensure that he was not going to be taken onto that next great adventure, it was only inevitable. His plan to get a hold of the Philosophers...or...was...it...the Sorcerer's stone? He could never remember, was foiled. Dumbledore could not even begin to figure out what might have happened if Ginny Weasley had her life force sapped completely by the diary Horcrux.
Dumbledore knew that the return would happen some day, he also knew that based on the prophecy, Harry would be the only one who would be able to defeat Voldemort. He knew that there would come a day, where Tom would not be as afraid of him as he was now. Dumbledore felt the aura of invincibility and wisdom that he had created for himself lessen with each passing day.
The fact that he lost the Elder Wand to Harry so effortlessly? That was the straw that broke the Hippogriff's back.
Dumbledore noticed, although it was much too late for him to do anything about it. That the broken wand he'd been handed was a fake, albeit a well crafted one. He was going to have to give Lily Evans-Potter that much. She was someone who took a lot of pride in her work, as deceptive as it was.
Losing that wand was worse than losing an arm. Dumbledore wondered if Harry could properly understand the amazing power that he carried. With great power, there came a certain amount of responsibility. Dumbledore was certain he read that line somewhere, although he was not sure where. He'd also never really taking it to heart. Better to gently nudge people into doing what you wanted by acting like their favorite Grandfather, who offered you sweets, each time they came to visit.
He could not worry about that mystery right now. He saw the Daily Prophet was calling for him to step down from a public life. They claimed that he couldn't relate to the average wizard or witch on the street.
Grudgingly, perhaps a little bit, Dumbledore wondered if these people had a point. He had been slipping ever so slightly over the years, to the point where he wondered if he still had the abilities that he did in years past.
Those years past might as well have been a really long time ago. The Headmaster closely looked at the newspaper in his hand. They'd been really railing on him more and more lately. Quite frankly they'd bent him over a barrel, then given him a good hard rogering and not in the way he would have liked. Although for some reason, they had backed off on their criticism of Harry.
The fact that there was an ongoing investigation based on the attack of Number Four Privet Drive made Dumbledore think that they were backing down so as not to be seen as being in poor taste.
The Ministry, well he was sure that when Amelia had her way, with Alastor's help, all of the skeletons would be out of the closet and on the table for the world to see. Dumbledore had been unwilling to remove Cornelius from power because that would upset the applecart too much and divide a world that needed to stand together when Lord Voldemort made his move.
So far, he'd yet to make his play for the prophecy.
That was a huge problem and Dumbledore remembered that when Gellert was at the height of his power. Those with dark hearts operated on a very delicate waiting game. There was a sense where….actually there were more than a few problems regarding what was happening. When Dumbledore did not have all of the cards on the table, well, that made him extremely nervous and made him wonder if he was losing sense of himself.
He was closed his eyes, there was a sense that he regretted a lot about his life.
He regretted that he did not impart to Harry a bit more that he should stay in his home, it truly was the safest place for him. He would have to allow Harry to live for the rest of his life with the fact and guilt that he was responsible with allowing his cousin's soul to be sucked out. Vernon and Petunia were obviously shocked that their dear sweet son was gone, so their rudeness could be excused. The fact that Vernon told him that he would sue Dumbledore and the rest of you FREAKS! for everything that they were worth, made Dumbledore wonder how the corpulent man thought he was going to pull it off.
There had been Muggles who'd tried to expose the Wizarding World before. Mostly the parents of Muggleborn Aurors, who were killed in the line of duty. They had been declared legally insane and locked up with the key thrown away.
Albus was thinking about the one thing that he'd refused to acknowledge until now, mostly, because it ruined what his entire world view of magic.
Lily Evans-Potter returned from the grave. Well technically she wasn't dead, despite the fact that a body was left at the scene.
This was magic that most baffling to Dumbledore. The Headmaster was at a complete loss as to how to even piece together the different parts of that mystery. There were too many angles, it was monstrous to even comprehend.
The ritual, the latent blood protection did something; it had returned Lily or perhaps a shade of her back to life.
Albus was not about to deny the bond between a mother and her son, but Lily's appearance was most inconvenient. She was fiercely independent and she did a lot to encourage those qualities in her son's mind.
Dumbledore could see already that there was one huge headache coming on.
He knew what he must do, Harry had told him as much, quite rudely he might add. They resounded through Dumbledore's mind like a wicked twisted symphony of terror, that was replayed over and over for him.
'It's time for me to leave, perhaps you should do so as well.'
Dumbledore heard those very words or something along those lines, more than a few times in recent years. He tried to push the thoughts out of his mind, he could not leave yet, there was so much that he had to do.
Yet, there was an echo that resounded in his head and it made him wonder if there was some truth to that statement. Maybe it was time for him to leave, maybe it was time for Albus Dumbledore to walk into the sunset.
"Albus! What happened to Severus?"
Madam Pompfrey's head popped up in the fire to break him out of his thoughts.
"I beg your pardon?"
The Hogwarts Healer was short on words and even shorter on patience, so she stated what she meant, as clearly as possible, as if he was a small child with a mental handicap. "Snape! You know! Snape, Snape, Severus Snape!"
"Yes, I recall who your speaking of Poppy," Dumbledore stated, it was hard to forget anyone like that, that amazing and quite dashing dark haired man. He was quite dreamy really, with his long flowing greasy black hair, sallow complexion, hooked beak of a nose. Dumbledore quite fancied that he looked almost like that Rickman chap who'd been in the most recent Robin Hood movie, now if only he could convince him to grow a goatee.
"He's mumbling under his breath, and saying that it's all Potter's fault. Now admittedly, he says it about twenty times over the course of the day, but he keeps muttering it over and over alongside a bunch of other gibberish," Pomfrey told him.
"This behavior is common from Severus, surely you know that," Dumbledore countered as he waved his hand a very dismissive manner. He was no more surprised to hear Severus talk about Harry in a derisive manner than he was to hear that the Ministry of Magic was mismanaged.
"He keeps saying that she should be mine, she should be mine," Pompfrey informed him.
Dumbledore placed down the quill that he held within his hand. He had no idea why he randomly picked it up and in fact he forgot he picked it up until he was in his office. He placed it on the desk by his side.
"Well, that's curious," Albus said as he looked around, wondering where he put his quill.
He had plans to make, he knew that Gellert was going to make his move soon. It was imperative that Harry defeat him, it was his destiny.
'Gellert,' Albus thought as he shook his head. What was that Dark Lord's name again? 'Riddle….Tom Riddle…yes him.'
Perhaps...perhaps he should retire, he'd nearly forgotten who the current dark lord was. Perhaps he should retire for the greater good of his own mental health. After all, Gellert had already been defeated.
Or maybe he would feel better after a nice long nap.
Harry Fucking Potter smiled, it was always a fun prospect to meet the mothers of one of his girlfriends. Especially given how easy this mother was on the eyes, if the brief glimpse that Harry caught of her during the Triwizard Tournament task showed him anything. Though, admittedly it would actually be the first time he met the Mother of one of his girls, he'd already fucked Andromeda before he meet Nymphadora.
He waited inside Andromeda's house, Nym had to go into work. Lily was making some last minute alterations to the ritual which would happen very soon. Harry was intrigued by these mysterious Hallows and he wanted to complete the set.
Of course, it was more to keep them out of the hands of others. Who would assume that they were, what the legends said they were. Harry was still not completely convinced. He remembered the ability of the Wizarding World to over exaggerate a lot of things and he knew that this was one thing that was not going to be anything different, at least that's what he was going to assume.
He was going to wait and see.
There was a knock on the door and Harry couldn't help but grin in anticipation at the thought of the fun and games to come.
'It's go time,' Harry thought as he made his way to the door, that same bright grin on his face. Said grin got even brighter as he opened it up and saw the person standing on the other end of it. A part of his clothing got a fair tighter as well, once he saw what the vision before him was wearing.
She was quite tall, a bit taller than her daughter actually, who was no slouch in the height department. Her blonde hair shined in the sunlight like liquid silver. Her perfect flesh was a treat to his eyes, as he could see that she did not have a blemish on her body. She was wearing a white top that wrapped firmly around her breasts and showcased a nice amount of cleavage. Her breasts were larger than her daughter's, which was again something really special. She wore a pair of tight leather pants, that wrapped snugly around her nice hips and ass.
" Monsieur Potter, it's an honor," she stated in a breathy voice and then she threw her arms around him for emphasis, pressing her breasts into his chest.
Harry relaxed into the embrace, as he felt her rather spectacular rack pressing into him. It was quite the feeling, Harry was not going to lie.
"The honor is all mine, Mrs. Delacour," Harry commented, as he felt her aura pulse quite a bit more stronger than her daughters. It was obvious as to why.
"Please, Harry, call me Appoline," The older Delacour told him and she leaned towards him, to capture his lips in a burning kiss. "That was in gratitude for saving my daughters during the Triwizard Tournament. It was an outrage that they did not guarantee their safety but you fought quite valiantly to save them both. I will say that it only a down payment, there's much more to come."
Harry smiled. "It's more than a pleasure to help such a beautiful set of girls."
From where she stood behind her mother, Fleur mouthed out the word "charmer," shaking her head as she said that statement but she was smiling.
"It's a pleasure that's all mine since it brought into our lives," Appoline stated as she took a sip of the drink that she'd been offered. She leaned back and her shirt, a couple of sizes too small, strained mightily to contain her massive melons.
Harry was not about to complain about that view, not in the slightest, but he did have one question for her.
"Where is Gabrielle?"
Appoline offered him an apologetic smile. "She regrets that she cannot join us considering how much she wanted to see you again. But, she's going through the change."
Fleur had informed him about the change that all Veelas went through, when they reached their maturity. Harry recalled the information with picture perfect clarity, Gabrielle would have to be sequestered in her own private room to ensure that she didn't overwhelm anyone the first time she gained access to the allure. It was a precaution more than anything else and Harry understood that fact, although it was a shame that he could not complete the set straight away.
Well not yet, anyway. Soon as he got the chance he was going for the strike.
"So how long does she have before the change is complete?" Harry asked Appoline and the woman was prompt to answer.
"It should not be that long now," Appolline admitted as she looked back at Harry. She shifted slightly, showcasing her cleavage for his inspection. She paused for dramatic emphasis. "It shouldn't be more than a day or so. I'm sure that she'll be pleased to have an opportunity to make up for lost time later."
"I'm sure that we will," Harry stated with a smile from where he stood across from Appoline. "And I'm sure we've got something to discuss."
The Veela raised an eyebrow directed at Harry, before she offered a short "Oh?"
"Yes, we do in fact, have something to discuss," Harry remarked with a smile on his face as he closed the gap between the two of them quickly.
Appoline recognized the same thing that Fleur had about Harry pretty quickly. Most men would not be able to be in the same room with a Veela blasting the full force of her allure for more than a few seconds. Yet, Harry was staring her the eye, which was the surest way to get a full blown blast of it.
"I'm sure you can open doors with just a smile and a wink," Harry said as he placed his hands on her flanks. His hands just brushing underneath her ample breasts. Her allure tried to ensnare his mind so naturally he was going to give her more than she bargained for.
Appoline closed her eyes as she felt pleasure course through her body. He was just barely touching the undersides of her covered breasts and already she could imagine what he could do with a few more brushes of his hands.
"I'm not making you nervous, am I?" Harry asked, practically whispering in her ear and this caused a warmth to spread between her thighs.
"No...of….of course not," Appoline managed as she felt her throat dry a little bit.
Fleur smiled, the younger French Veela was not going to lie. Watching Harry seduce her mother? It was hot as well. She was getting wet just watching him go about his work.
"Are you sure that I'm not distracting you?" Harry asked, as he took hold of her slander wrists then pushed them around her back and held them gently in place there.
Appoline, didn't know know when she'd been pulled up to her feet so she could face Harry completely. In fact, she didn't really know what was going on at all.
Her pheromones were going wild, that was something that she recalled with picture perfect clarity. Her mind was buzzing and all her senses where overwhelmed.
"You can't control your desires right now, but you don't need to. Not around me," Harry breathed in her ear and she couldn't help but twitch at that.
Harry grabbed her breasts and tugged the fabric of her shirt upwards. She couldn't stop him even if she wanted to and there was one point that was perfectly clear in Appoline's mind.
She didn't want to stop him.
"Just think what we could do," Harry said as he pressed her against his body. Her bra clad breasts were completely exposed. The fabric was thin and he got an even better view of her amazing cleavage.
One would have to get a bra like that specially made.
Harry smiled, he was ready to make his move like the hungry jungle cat and he could have sworn he felt something deep inside of him roar.
Appoline felt the cold air hit her nipples as Harry ripped her bra off of her. Her massive jugs were squeezed as Harry worked another hand down the front of her panties.
"Oh, Harry," Appoline moaned before his fingers worked its watch down between her legs and started to rub on her dripping snatch, causing pleasure to go throughout her body.
Fleur sat down, and decided to enjoy the show. On the off chance that her mother got tired, she was here to tag out.
Normally that would not be a concern with Veelas but with Harry, that was a potential problem. She watched with rapt anticipation dancing through her eyes as her mother dug Harry's massive tool out.
"Oh my, so big," Appoline cooed as she stroked it, feeling every inch of it.
"It's going to feel even bigger when you're on your knees and it's down your throat," Harry commented as he stripped her, revealing her smooth and shaven mound, working his fingers up and down her dripping hot slit, to cause her pleasure.
"YES, IT WILL!" she moaned as she felt his fingers pulse into her. She felt his fingers drill into her.
Appoline closed her eyes and then she felt his cock. It was large and throbbing, it was a work of art and she could not wait to stick it down her throat so far that she was practically gagging on it. She licked her lips and with another swift motion, she stuck it down her throat.
"MMM, mmm, nnmmm," Appoline slurped as she pushed her mouth up and down his invading pole, working it up and down her throat. She worked her hand down and fondled his balls, causing him pleasure.
Fleur rested on the bed and thankfully she came prepared. She removed a magical vibrator, charmed to go far faster than its mundane counterpart. It was nowhere near Harry's cock but it would do for good.
She felt the sexual fire course through her body as she rammed it up her.
"Faster, yes, that's it, faster," Harry breathed as he pushed his cock down into her mouth. "You're my slut, and you want nothing but to choke on my cock and my cum, don't you?"
Appoline could not speak on the account of having her mouth so full of Harry's cock and he rammed all the way down her throat. The blonde's eyes closed and she rammed his cock all the way down her throat.
It went down her throat and his balls throbbed with desire.
Harry's hands pumped into her pussy and felt it, caused pleasure to explode form head to toe.
"Damn, you're gushing for me, aren't you," Harry groaned as he worked his rod down her throat, he was going to feed this starving Veela. "Oh, you're thirsty, you want me to cum?"
She nodded and Harry was not going to let her down, well after a nice tease. He was going to really make her choke for it and Harry pumped his thick load down her throat after a few minutes.
Appoline slid back, feeling his cum pump down her throat.
"Feels so good," Appoline moaned and Harry placed the fingers that were soaked with her cum into her mouth which she sucked upon.
"Dirty, slut, eating your own cum," Harry breathed hotly and he slammed her on the ass and prepared her for insertion.
Appoline felt the rush of the biggest thing that would ever enter her.
"Oh, so big!" Appoline moaned and she hung onto Harry, as his cock nearly slid completely out of her. Then it slammed back into her all of the way which caused her to have a mind numbing orgasm that caused her eyes to nearly water.
Harry felt her core lubricate his invading rod and he picked up the pace. The Veela Pussy was the best thing, they could gush like no one else. She sunk her nails into his back and this allowed him to pick up the pace as he beat his meat into her gushing pussy. It tightened around her.
Appoline felt orgasms rock her at least once every moment. She never felt anything this good as his rod spearing her center.
"You're mine," Harry breathed as he nibbled on her ear. "Say it."
Appoline moaned out loud as his cock punished her pussy. "Yes, I'm yours."
"Are you?" Harry breathed as he cupped her breasts and kept working into her.
"Yes, yes, oh fuck yes," she moaned as she felt his rod push between her walls, there was no question about how this felt. His hands sent jolts of pleasure all over her body and her pussy gushed fluids. It was so slick and she clenched him so hard. His cock was strong enough to pummel her pussy when she was at full power and that made it even more erotic. "My breasts, my ass, my pussy, all yours, master!"
"Yes, I'm your master and you're my sexy MILF Veela slave," Harry grunted as he hammered the MILF with his invading pole. "You belong to me, you crave my cock!"
She nodded her head and things were silent for a while as Harry focused on rendering her to an extremely wreck of mono syllable words. She was panting heavily and she tried to push her hips further up towards him.
"You're mine, mine, you belong to me, this pussy is mine," Harry grunted as he kept his invasion of her up.
She wanted him to cum so bad, she was being pounded into the second hour, third, she lost count completely.
All that mattered to her was this monster of a cock spearing all the way into her walls. His balls slapped against her walls. She clenched around him and she kept being hammered with his long length, going into her.
"Mine, oh, ah, ah, yes," Harry grunted as he felt his balls tighten with the pleasure and he was about to tear this Veela MILF all to pieces with his cock. He was having his way with her and he knew that he was going to cum.
His cum came in a current, injecting his hot seed into her. He claimed her cunt for his own as ropes of his cum injected into her.
Appoline collapsed, the combination of her's and Harry's juices flowing from her overflowing cum. The thick white cum splashed from her juicy cunt.
"Oh, Fleur, come and be a good daughter and clean your mother's pussy," Harry ordered.
Fleur walked over, her hips swaying and she did just that. She was eagerly hungering for her mother's cunt, drool dripped from her lips as she dove in.
Harry grabbed her ass and ran his hands all over her body. The blonde closed her eyes and Harry kept running his hands all over her body. He could feel her shivering and Harry knew that he had in the palm of his hands.
Fleur's tongue worked through her mother's pussy, she had to admit that the combination of her mother's and Harry's juices were a savory combination. Her pussy burned with hungry desire and it was filled by Harry's monstrous cock.
"Eat, faster, make your mother cum," Harry ordered as he rammed his cock into her tight quim, roughly emphasizing his ownership of her.
Fleur was turned on, her cunt tightened all around him. Her nipples hardened even more and the blonde's eyes flooded with even more lust. She was panting heavily and she kept slurping her tongue, lapping up her mother's juices along with Harry's like a starving woman.
Harry pumped his cock into her cunt.
"Fleur, so fucking hot, hotter than a fucking furnace," Harry grunted as he cupped her massive swinging breasts and plowed another few inches into her.
He alternated between long and powerful thrusts and short thrusts but he drove her to passions.
"That's it baby, eat me, eat your mother, oh fuck," the MILF moaned as she felt her daughter's talented tongue.
Harry smiled, this was a beautiful sight and his balls throbbed because of it. He plowed into her from behind and his balls slapped against her thighs, hammering her pussy. The blonde's walls kept hugging him as he worked into her.
The dance continued with Harry picking up the momentum. He was determined to bring Fleur down, banging her sweet pussy into submission.
"Oh, fucking close, so fucking close, going to fucking cum," Harry groaned as he ran his hands all the way down her body as he pummeled Fleur doggy style.
She was too busy eating her mother's pussy to answer verbally but Fleur's walls clenching his cock answered what she wanted from him.
Harry plunged himself deep between her thighs, he worked his rod as far into her as he could sliding in and out of her. His balls slapped up against her and she panted as Harry went into her one more time.
His balls tightened and he sent a flood of cum into her waiting cum, pumping her up with so much cum that she could not stand it.
Fleur passed out as did Appoline, and Harry saw how much time passed, both inside the real world and inside the time bubble.
It had been almost three days inside the time bubble.
Harry could not help but allow one statement to escape from his mouth.
'Two down, one to go,' Harry commented as he held the two drooling blondes next to him, after putting them through the paces.
Narcissa Malfoy. made her way through the Ministry of Magic, with a calculating smile on her face. She was a true Pureblood, not the type who hid behind their gold and liked to talk big. She was nothing like that. Her husband was someone who preferred to hide behind the throne and only open his mouth when he was sure that the biggest bully on the playground was able to protect him. Well, she supposed that he also opened his mouth to take a cock inside of it.
Her son had even less sense than Lucius did. She mused that it was a good thing that Harry Potter was not the type that would take Draco's venom seriously, because he had every single call in the world to make Draco pay for his mouth. And there would be very few at Hogwarts, from what Narcissa heard, that would fault him for it. The only reason Draco wasn't beaten senseless by half of Slytherin House, with the rest cheering them on, was due to the fact that the other half of it was filled with children from a bunch of old families, who needed favors from the Malfoy's. Oh, and the head of house was his Godfather, but the less she thought about Severus the better in her mind.
Narcissa thought that if the rules changed, her son would not last long at all unless he got down on his knees and she offered a shudder at that thought. Draco was a fool but that's what happened when Lucius's blood got mixed into the situation.
Lucius was not feeling his best these days. He contracted, well, let's call it a rarevirus, that would either leave him dead or stripped of his magic, with only a seven percent chance of him surviving without any complications. It was more likely that he would be either dead or worse than dead, for losing one's magical abilities was a Purebloods worst nightmare come true.
Narcissa was glad that she could not contract the virus due to being immunized against it when she was young. Lucius's father apparently thought that this rare virus couldn't affect the strong and powerful Malfoy blood. She had to fight hard not to snicker wherever she heard that one.
He had sealed his own son's coffin by refusing to go for an extremely obvious vaccination. At least that's what Narcissa was hoping people would believe. After all, it took her quite a lot of effort to make sure he caught the rare virusin question.
It was obvious that Draco might be exposed to the virusas well. Though, that really depended on her mood moving forwards.
It was fortunate that Narcissa convinced Lucius to sign some papers in his extremely delirious state. The virus came in several stages.
First one lost their sense of smell.
Taste would soon follow.
Then they would not be able to feel.
Then they would lose their sight.
Then one day, they would not be able to hear, all sense of everything would be gone. They would wither and die, unless they were the fortunate few, who had strong enough magic to restore their senses at the cost of their powers.
Narcissa smiled wickedly, somehow she didn't think Lucius was strong enough to weather the storm.
Pausing, she looked carefully around as she thought she'd heard something, but then again, perhaps she was jumping the wand. There were going to be of people running around the Ministry, or lurking to hear office gossip. Much like she was doing so now. The woman tilted her head to the side a few inches and listened carefully.
'Just an owl,' Narcissa thought. Obviously an office worker, stuck in the nightmare shift, wanting to send an owl home to a loved one in an attempt to retain some degree of sanity, at least that's what she figured.
The blonde shifted her stance a half of an inch to the right and then a half of an inch to the left. Her heart thumped a tiny bit as she kept walking forward.
Okay, there was most certainly someone or something, close behind her. She thought she saw something in the shadows. Perhaps she was losing sense of herself but she was certain that there was something here.
'Easy, Cissa, you're not Mad-Eye Moody,' Narcissa told herself, though the sheer amount of scars he had almost proved his point. It wasn't being paranoid if someone was out to get you and in the magical world? Someone was almost always out to get you. The blonde closed her eyes and her heart beat a bit more steadily as she listened carefully for the person. Who, seemed to be following her.
There was nothing, not even a whisper, not even a hum. God, how she fucking hated people who hummed.
That was until a strong arm grabbed her around the waist and pulled her up tight against them. She nearly shrieked out in fright, but the other hand had reached up to cover her mouth.
"Well, well, Narcissa Malfoy, what a pleasure it is to see you," the very familiar voice whispered in her ear. His breath was hot and his tone was low.
"Who…."
"Come on, Cissa, You don't mind if I call you Cissa do you? It's very easy to put together," the young man whispered as he pressed himself firmly against her back and she offered a lengthy sigh as she was up against the wall, both figuratively and literally.
"Oh….yes," Narcissa moaned out, not being able to help herself.
"I understand that you've been asking around about me, you seem rather curious about me, now that I recently decided to remove the mask," He breathed once more into her ear. "Then again, being a Slytherin, you can appreciate better than anyone else how we all wear masks?"
"Yes," the blonde Slytherin stated, as Harry kept her arms firmly behind her back and his lips were a few inches from touching the back of her neck.
"And you've worn those masks well, pretending that you can tolerate people that you would sooner stab in the back on sheer principle," Harry whispered hotly as one of his hands moved slowly underneath her robes as a brief tease. "But don't worry, things are going to be change, although I wonder if you're going to be on the ground floor for it or get buried in the basement with the rest of the dreck."
Narcissa closed her eyes with a whimper and bit down on her lower lip until she left an indent, in an attempt to stifle the shuddering moan that wanted to escape her body so desperately.
"Lucius hasn't been seen in public for a long time," Harry said to her as his hands were placed firmly on her hips.
"He's….he's….ill," Narcissa managed, but she wondered how much Harry knew. It was obvious that he knew more than meant the eye. After all this mysterious virus, hadn't been seen in almost two hundred years.
"Well that's a shame, but I trust his will is in order, so his gold doesn't fall into the goblins hands," Harry said.
"What….."
"Cissa, I said nothing," Harry commented to her even more as he brushed his hands against her stiff nipples for a brief moment and he saw her legs subconsciously spread. The clothes was the only barrier between them having an extremely intimate meeting. "I don't know what you think I might be implying."
Narcissa felt something hard brush against her covered thigh and she allowed a moan across her lips.
"I love older women," Harry breathed hotly in her ear and she felt herself clench together and she knew that she would have to change her panties. "So much more sophisticated, so much more mature, so less likely to burn out."
Narcissa closed her eyes due to the overwhelming pleasure that she was feeling.
"Draco's only redeeming quality is that he allowed you to punch your MILF card," Harry breathed in her ear.
"Harry Potter," Narcissa moaned, but there was nothing there.
He was gone and Narcissa was left there frustrated and wet. In the middle of the lift in the Ministry of Magic.
He was there and he was gone.
Was he really there or was he a manifestation of her horny and frustrated mind? There was few fantasies more taboo than going at it with your son's most hated enemy and the young man who foiled your soon to be late husband's master.
Narcissa walked punch drunk out of the lift as she tried to reconcile everything but all she imagined was Harry Potter pushing her down onto the bench in front of her and having his wicked way with her over and over again.