The average weak-willed wizard enthralled by a Veela who chose to unleash their allure to its full extent generally agreed that, in that moment, it seemed like the silver-haired beauty was the only light in the room, a glowing goddess of lust and desire who, until she relented, was all that he could think of. For Veela, they knew that they didn't glow, but there was an unmistakable brightness that the most fortunate of them could give off. It was a subtle thing, and it wasn't like they lit up a dark room or anything, but it was generally similar to how pregnant women were said to glow.
When a Veela looked like that, it only ever meant one thing: that she was completely sexually satisfied. That level of satisfaction was exceedingly rare in Veela, who were notoriously difficult to please in bed and generally required multiple partners in a night to achieve it. When Cosette first learned that Fleur was marrying the Englishman she'd taken up with, she'd been surprised, having not seen her cousin in a few years. Upon seeing her, she knew instantly what the reason was.
Fleur looked more satisfied than any Veela Cosette had ever seen, and she nearly whimpered at the sight, rubbing her thighs together subtly. She'd needled her anyway, challenging her in the hope that she'd tell her all about her apparent sex god of a man, and she hadn't disappointed. Cosette took one of the groomsmen to bed after the wedding, and though he'd been unremarkable and she couldn't recall his name, the memories of the stories Fleur had told her helped make what would have been a completely disappointing night better. She still touched herself at night to the thought of him, wishing that she could find a man that good for herself, but she'd had little luck.
"Apolline, you…" Aurelie spluttered, taken aback by the appearance of her sister. She quickly recovered from her surprise, though, and grinned, adding, "You 'ave been 'olding back on me, petite soeur."
Cosette smiled at her aunt, though it didn't reach her eyes as envy sparked inside her. Her aunt looked like she'd been fucked by Adonis himself, the very picture of satisfaction, and the young Veela scowled inwardly at the sight. She was used to seeing Fleur look like that, and indeed, her cousin looked no different than she had the last time she saw her, but seeing her aunt in that state was new and she wondered just who the man, or men, had been.
"Fleur, you look amazing," she grinned. "Your letters made your 'oneymoon sound magical, but still…"
"It was magical," Fleur sighed happily, though with a wicked grin, "and in ways zat I never could 'ave imagined."
"Why couldn't your man have an equally hunky brother?" Cosette sighed mentally.
"I will tell all, but first, zank you for inviting us," Apolline smiled, pulling a bottle of well-chilled champagne from her mokeskin pouch.
"Champagne?" Aurelie asked, cocking a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. "I was going to open a bottle of chardonnay, but if you prefer."
"I zought it a little more appropriate, given what we came to discuss, and yes, my darling, it is about zat," Apolline grinned.
"You met someone?" Aurlie asked, smiling warmly even as she felt her eyes grow misty. Shaking her head, she said, "Please, come in."
She figured that they'd both move on from their lost loves eventually, but she was going to miss the intimacy that they'd rediscovered. It had made her feel like a girl again, first learning the joys of womanhood at the hands, lips, and tongue of her darling sister. At only a year apart, they had been each other's best friends growing up, and when they first started to feel the hunger that all Veela did, they had become so much more. It was never going to last, something they both knew, but it had been fun and good during their teenage years, and when they both met men they fell for and married, each was happy for the other.
"You've been the one thing that's kept me sane since Jacques died," she thought to herself, "but I won't begrudge you this, Apolline."
"I 'ave," Apolline smiled as she walked inside, followed closely by Fleur.
They both walked with a slight limp, and Aurelie winced as she saw the blatant envy on her daughter's face. An only child, Cosette had never had a sister to help sate her needs, and though she and Fleur had slept together before, they lived relatively far away and had their own lives. That and the string of disappointments that she'd ranted about at length lately had left her irritable and very horny.
"So, oo is ze lucky man?" Aurelie asked as Apolline set the bottle down next to the tray of chocolate-covered strawberries she'd set out for them. She floated four champagne glasses over from the kitchen and quickly started pouring four small glasses.
"I'll tell you, but first I wish to know 'ow you both are doing," Apolline replied. "We 'aven't seen each other in what feels like ages."
"Not much 'as changed with me, zough Cosette 'ere 'as news," Aurelie replied, sitting down and floating the other three glasses over to them.
"I 'ave been 'ired to compose ze score for a muggle movie," Cosette replied.
"Really?!" Fleur asked, excited.
"'Arry's brunette friend, 'Ermione, mentioned her parents knowing someone influential in ze industry and offered to send along recorded examples of my compositions," Cosette replied. "'E was so impressed zat 'e wrote to me within ze week wishing to meet."
"What was he like?" Fleur asked, cocking an eyebrow, and Cosette winced.
"In his fifties and not in good shape," she muttered. "'E did like my work, zough and, although zis is a relatively low-budget project, it could still easily bring me more work down ze line."
"Zat's wonderful, Cosette," Apolline smiled.
"Alright, Apolline," Aurelie grinned. "We answered your question; now tell us why you felt ze need to bring us a bottle of Dom Perignon, not zat I will ever complain about such a zing."
"Fleur, would you like to tell zem?" Apolline asked, grinning at her daughter.
"Mama told you about 'ow 'Arry took me to a private Caribbean island for our 'oneymoon, oui?" Fleur asked. When they both nodded, she said, "It turns out zat ze ancestor of 'is godfather's oo claimed ze island had the 'ouse built on it designed after a temple of Aphrodite."
"Really?" Aurelie asked, amused.
"A little eccentric," Cosette chuckled.
"Well, eccentric or not, it was a very good recreation," Fleur replied, "and as 'Arry and I made love under ze stars in zis gorgeous little grotto and paid tribute to ze goddess, she noticed and appeared."
"What?" Aurelie asked.
"'Ow much 'ad you 'ad to drink?" Cosette giggled.
"We were sober, ma cheri," Fleur grinned. "Ze goddess appeared before us and blessed our union, blessing 'Arry a little more zen I, so much so it actually became a problem."
"I ask again: what?" Aurelie asked.
"My 'Arry 'as always been quite gifted…" Fleur went to reply.
"We know," Cosette," interjected.
"But, after Aphrodite blessed 'im, 'e became too much for me," Fleur sighed.
"No mere man could be too much for a Veela," Cosette scoffed.
"'E is more zan a man now," Apolline sighed wistfully, and Aurelie's blue eyes went wide as saucers.
"Wait a minute," she insisted, holding up her hands. "You come in 'ere looking ze more satisfied zan I 'ave ever seen you in my life and…"
"What, are you zinking zat she's sleeping with 'Ar…" Cosette trailed off dropping her luckily empty glass into her lap. "Non!"
"'E is, if you'll excuse ze pun, divine," Apolline purred.
"You're telling me zat one man made you both limp like zat?" Aurelie asked in shock, and Cosette just stared at them, slack-jawed.
"Do you want to me to tell you yes?" Apolline grinned. "Do you want me to tell you about 'ow 'Arry 'as fucked ze life out of both nightly for ze past two weeks, plundering our cunts, throats, and asses like 'e owns zem, until we were both mindless, utterly exhausted wrecks?"
"Yes," Cosette breathed, more envious than she'd ever been in her life yet dripping in anticipation, her panties already ruined by the images her aunt had put in her head.
The idea of a man being too much for one Veela was something right out of the works of over-the-top erotica authors, but this sounded like he was almost too much for both of them, and she knew at once why they'd come to them with this. Her aunt and cousin weren't nearly cruel enough to torment her mother and her with this just to brag. Fleur had after she provoked her weeks ago, but that had been different. A Veela speaking about how she'd found a man who wasn't a disappointment wasn't on the same level as two of them talking about a god who could fuck both their brains out. She recognized a tempting offer when she heard one and knew that she'd do anything to be allowed a taste of him.
"Why do zat when we could show you instead?" Fleur purred, pulling her and Harry's pensieve out of her mokeskin pouch.
"Apolline, what is zis?" Aurelie asked breathlessly.
"What do you zink, darling?" Apolline grinned. "Do you zink me so cruel as to enjoy something as extraordinary as zis and not want to share with my sister?"
"Zis is an extraordinary claim, Mama," Cosette grinned. "Clearly zey don't zink we'll believe zem without proof."
"Well, it does sound too fantastic to be real," Aurelie replied, fanning her face as it felt like the temperature of the room had increased dramatically since they began this conversation.
"My zought exactly," Fleur giggled, pulling a memory from her head and putting it into the basin.
Like all memory strands, it was a light silver, but she couldn't help but think that that particular one should have been darker, wicked, and sinful as it was. Most might have been ashamed to show others a scene of them slurping their husband's cum out of their own mother's gaping pussy after he made her cum so hard she squirted all over her face, but Fleur was among Veela, and she knew that she'd find no judgment here, merely hunger and desire that she was planning to capitalize on. After all, Harry had enjoyed the nights they'd spent with her mother so much; it was only logical to bring more of her family into their bed.
Dearest Harry,
Fleur wrote to me the other day to inform me of your honeymoon adventures. It sounds like you two had a really good time, and I am so happy for you both. Her offer to bring me into your bed so I could help her sate your limitless, bestial lusts and have you ruin me for all other men sounds really fun, and I will have to revisit the topic when I'm next in Britain, but I sadly won't be there for a little while yet.
My journey to the Americas has been quite enjoyable, and while my theory that the Aztec god Huitzilopochtli was actually a crumple-horned snorkack that the locals mistook for a deity seems to have been incorrect, I'm still glad that I came. I met with a coven of muggles convinced that they're witches (and people say that I'm mad) who claimed that they came from the isle of Lesbos in Greece. They made it sound so beautiful that I'm going there next. After that, I plan to return home, and we can discuss the matter of you irrevocably destroying my poor little vagina then.
Your loving friend,
Luna.
"Damn it, Fleur," Harry muttered, shaking his head and smiling fondly.
"Bad news?" Hermione asked as she walked into the sitting room of the island estate.
"No, just something that I'm going to have to speak to her about," Harry replied. "How goes it?"
"You were right about the wards and the impact that they'd been having on the larger area," Hermione replied, and he sighed.
"So all this time, the Bermuda Triangle…" Harry went to reply.
"It's not as though the wards extend throughout the entire area that's been said to be unusually hazardous, but this island is right in the middle of it, and they extend far beyond where they need to," Hermione replied.
"By far, she means miles," Bill added as he joined them.
The eldest Weasley brother was heading up the team that Hermione had arranged to come examine the wards, and Harry thought it was nice to see him again. He hadn't seen a lot of the family in general since his wedding, busy as he'd been.
"So what can be done?" he asked.
"We've examined the wardstones around the island and ruled out the worst possibility," Bill replied. "It was highly unlikely, but there was a slight chance that the Lord Black who founded this place somehow managed to sink the stones to the bottom of the ocean at the perimeter of the matrix. Luckily, it turns out that whoever set them up just really overextended them from here. It'll take a few days, possibly a week, but we'll work together on a way to pull them inward so they protect just the island itself and a reasonable distance beyond it. We'll have to talk you through the process, though, because they're set up to ensure that only the current lord of the island can manipulate them in any way."
"Do what you need to," Harry replied. "Thanks for your help."
"Don't thank us yet, Harry," Bill chuckled. "You haven't seen the bill yet."
"And here I thought I had," Harry quipped, and he shook his head. "Take care."
"You need to have a kid before you can legally make jokes that bad," Bill chuckled. "Take care, Harry, and remember Mum would like to see you again soon."
"She will," Harry smiled. "Fleur and I will be along one of these Sundays, I promise."
He watched Bill and the rest of the team leave and sighed. One wouldn't normally have hired actual cursebreakers to examine mere wards, but he'd learned by now that when it came to the Blacks, you couldn't be too careful.
"I can't believe the wards around a private island have caused this much trouble," Harry muttered.
"Like I say, there are whole stretches along the perimeter of the triangle that the wards don't cover, so part of it was just how heavily trafficked this area is, and it's not like everything that went through here was affected," Hermione replied. "Is this the only reason you've seemed so different since I got here?"
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"I'd say you seem tense, but you mostly just seem distracted," Hermione replied.
"I've just had a lot on my mind," Harry replied. "Like how I've apparently gained my mother-in-law as a permanent mistress."
Apolline had been very, very impressed by him the first night they spent together and had practically moved in with them over the past two weeks, much to Fleur's obvious approval. His hellcat of a wife had seemed to find that watching him fuck her mother only inflamed her passions further, and she was already talking about letting Gabrielle join them earlier than intended. They had even brought up the idea of inviting Fleur's aunt and cousin into their bed as well, and it seemed like he was going to end up with a harem of horny Veela before long. This wasn't something that he objected to in the slightest, but he couldn't shake the feeling that, despite Aphrodite's assurances, he was being pushed along into the role of being her high priest.
"There's something that I need to talk to you about," Harry sighed.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked.
"You know how this place looks like an ancient Greek temple?" Harry asked.
"Yes, it's gorgeous," Hermione smiled. "You said that the Lord Black, who claimed the island, based it on a temple in Lesbos, right?"
"He did," Harry replied, sitting down and inviting her to do the same. "It turns out that the Veela used to give thanks to the goddess Aphrodite, who most of them worshiped, for helping them find worthy mates by making love under the stars and thanking her formally."
"A unique custom," Hermione commented, turning pink.
"Well, Fleur and I decided to...be traditional and...she noticed us," Harry explained, looking down.
"Who...Aphrodite?" Hermione asked.
"She appeared before us in the flesh," Harry replied, trying not to think of just what exquisite flesh it was, "and no, we weren't drunk off our arses or anything."
"Wow," Hermione breathed, looking away to hide her blush at the thought of Harry and Fleur having sex. "An actual goddess appeared to you. What did she say?"
"She...well, keep in mind the state we were in when she came," Harry replied. "She, um...joined in."
The last part sounded like a question, though it wasn't, and Harry didn't even have to look at her to know that Hermione was gaping like a fish, her face beet red.
"Look, I can't talk to anyone else about this," Harry replied, imagining for a moment how envious Ron would be. He was much better than he was as a teenager, but there was no way to discuss how you had a threesome with your Veela wife and Aphrodite herself with a man without sounding like you were bragging. "Things have gotten strange since, though."
"You summoned someone most don't think is even real and had a...menage with her and your wife, and that isn't the strangest part of it?" Hermione asked, still staring at her feet.
"She blessed me," Harry replied.
"Blessed you?" Hermione asked. "Blessed you how?"
"I'm...um...more capable than I was before," Harry replied, giving her a pointed look that made her flush scarlet again. "Now I'm too much for Fleur; she's practically moved her mother into our bed, we're probably going to be bringing other women in too, and I…"
"Harry, what are you asking of me?" Hermione asked, her chocolate eyes going wide as saucers.
"No!" Harry exclaimed. "No, no, I mean, not that I'd say no, but…"
He trailed off, and the two of them just looked away from each other awkwardly.
"How can I have wild, incestuous threesomes with my wife and her mother one day and act like an awkward virgin the next?" Harry wondered to himself, though the answer came immediately. He'd known Hermione since he was eleven, and it turned out that discussing his sex life with her made him revert a bit.
"Just get to the point, please," Hermione begged him.
"I feel like I'm being jerked around by fate again," Harry sighed. "Aphrodite assures me that she isn't trying to push me into anything and that it will all be my choice, but she did bring up the idea of me being her high priest and bringing her wayward flock back to the fold and…wait a second, you had no reaction at all to learning that a goddess actually existed."
"I've read enough accounts of people who had interactions with them to know that they at least did at one point," Hermione shrugged. "So this is reminding you of the prophecy, I take it."
"It is," Harry sighed. "If I hadn't gone through all of that back in the day, I'd have no objection to any of this, but…"
"Do you want me to check and see if there's any prophecy in play now?" Hermione asked.
"If you could," Harry sighed. "Thank you, Hermione."
"Your life just can't ever be normal, can it?" Hermione chuckled, shaking her head.
"Why start now?" Harry muttered.
"You said that Aphrodite assured you that she wasn't pushing you into anything," Hermione pointed out. "Do you think you can trust her?"
"She seems pretty open and honest," Harry replied. "Frankly, she seems remarkably laid back for a being who was once worshiped by countless people, but like I say…"
"You've been through enough to know that verifying things is always a good idea," Hermione finished for him. "Okay, I'll make some discreet inquiries and let you know if I find anything. So, Apolline?"
"Do you really want to talk more about that?" Harry asked.
"No, but I just...her own mother?" Hermione asked, unable to help her curiosity.
"She hasn't dated since Sebastian died, and Fleur saw it as killing two birds with one stone," Harry replied.
"Only you," Hermione chuckled again, shaking her head. "Anyway, I'm going to get going. If I find anything, I'll let you know."
"Thank you, Hermione," Harry smiled as he watched her leave through the floo. Looking up at the ceiling, he added, "Please don't take that personally; I've just been the subject of prophecy before, and it left me a little wary of such things."
If Aphrodite heard him, she didn't let on, but at least she didn't react with obvious anger yet.
A while later, Harry flooed back to Potter Manor, and as he righted himself, his eyes widened at the sight that greeted him.
"'Ello, 'Arry," Fleur purred, sprawled out on the sofa across from the fireplace wearing nothing at all.
"Fleur," Harry rumbled, feeling himself harden rapidly as she uncrossed her legs, giving him a clear view of her bald, visibly wet cunt. "How long have you been waiting for me?"
"Not long," Fleur replied, standing up and walking towards him, rolling her hips exaggeratedly with each step.
As Harry pulled her in by her lower back and kissed her passionately, he noticed the drying sweat on her skin and the taste of pussy on her lips and grinned down at her. That wouldn't have been the reaction of most men as they concluded that their wife had just been having sex with someone else, but he figured he had a very good idea of just who she'd been with, and the idea made his cock throb with need.
"Did you and Apolline start without me?" he asked, grinning wickedly. "Such needy little whores you both are."
"Your 'ores, 'Arry," Fleur gasped as he cupped one of her heavy breasts and licked the salty sweat from her neck, "and we aren't the only ones."
"Fleur?" Harry asked, gazing down into her eyes as he pulled back a little. "Just what have you done, my love?"
"Mama and I visited Aunt Aurelie and Cosette earlier today," Fleur replied with a grin. "We told zem all about ze goddess' blessing and brought along our pensieve too. They barely made it zrough two memories, you fucking our brains out before zey begged us to take zem 'ome with us."
"Fuck," Harry groaned as she palmed his length through his pants.
"Ze four of us 'ave been enjoying each other for some time now," Fleur purred. "I only came down because I got zis feeling zat you might be coming soon."
"You're telling me that there are three Veela upstairs in our bed, eager for my touch?" Harry asked, feeling harder than he'd ever been in his life.
"You are terribly overdressed, mon amour," Fleur grinned, and he swatted her arse, making her yelp in delight.
"You are so utterly wicked, Fleur," Harry grinned. "What was that feeling you mentioned?"
"It was accompanied by the faintest giggle in my mind, so I zink it might 'ave been ze goddess," Fleur replied. "I zink she wants us to put on a show for 'er."
Harry was increasingly sure that she wanted more from them than that, but in that moment, with his cock painfully hard in his pants and the promise of a pleasure it was possible no man had ever known before waiting upstairs, he couldn't bring himself to care. He'd told Hermione what he needed to, awkward mess that that conversation had been, and he could trust her to look into whether or not there might be more at work here than he knew. Secure in that knowledge, he couldn't even pretend for a moment that he wasn't going to indulge himself completely, and when Fleur spelled his clothes off with a wave of her wand, he grinned at her.
"If Cosette does not feel you inside her soon, she might burst," Fleur purred in his ear. "My poor cousin 'as been so very pent up for so long. I 'ad barely tasted her sweet cunt earlier when she came so 'ard."
"You have been a very bad girl," Harry growled in her ear, making her quiver. "Bringing new women into our bed without me, promising my cock to Luna…"
"She wrote to you zen?" Fleur grinned. "I did ask her to."
"You are going to watch today as I reduce your mother, your aunt, and your cousin to drooling, mindless wrecks, and only if you're a very good girl and don't cum throughout that, will I fuck you too," Harry whispered, and Fleur's eyes went wide with shock.
"'Arry," she gasped. "Zat would be so cruel. 'Aving to watch you fuck zem over and over again without relief. By ze time you're done, I'll be sitting in a puddle of my own juices, so hyper-aroused zat ze slightest touch will make me scream your name."
Harry chuckled at how enthralled she sounded by the idea and kissed her again before saying, "Does that mean you'll be my good girl, Fleur?"
"You know I will," Fleur purred, wrapping her hand around his cock. "Now let's go show my 'orny cousin and aunt zat I didn't alter my memories at all."
Harry laughed as she led him upstairs by his cock, though as he drew closer, the sound of muffled moans just made him throb with need. She threw open the door the moment they arrived, and Harry's jaw dropped at the sight that greeted him. He had been with Fleur long enough to know that Veela were hedonistic creatures by nature, and his threesomes with her and her mother only added to this, but even still, what was taking place on his bed just then surprised him.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck!" Apolline moaned, her arms and legs tied to the headboard, exposing her holes to the air completely, something that both Cosette and Aurelie were taking full advantage of.
"Doesn't she taste divine, Cosette?" Aurelie asked as she watched her daughter lap at her sister's folds. "Apolline and I used to spend so much time feasting on each other when we were younger. I always adored the taste of her cunt."
"Not just her pussy, clearly," Cosette grinned as she swirled her tongue around Apolline's clit.
"Yes, well, I 'ave never shied from eating ass, darling," Aurelie grinned as she returned to tonguing her sister's puckered rim.
"By the goddess," Harry breathed, and they both froze before turning to look right at him.
"I zink zat should be our line," Cosette gasped, staring right at his cock. From the look in her lust-darkened eyes, you'd have thought he had the Philosopher's Stone between his legs. "Oh, Fleur, you weren't exaggerating at all."
"If anything, she undersold 'im," Aurelie grinned. "My goodness, 'Arry, no wonder our goddess is so fond of you. You give Priapus a run for 'is money."
"You should taste him, Aurelie," Apolline purred. "He's grown rather fond of mother-daughter double blowjobs."
"Fucking hell, I love my life," Harry grinned as he saw the two Veela walk towards him, looking utterly entranced.
"And to zink, I was wishing just zis morning zat you 'ad a twin brother," Cosette purred as she wrapped her hand around his cock and pressed it against his abs. "Fuck, you're as big as my forearm."
"Remember to zank Aphrodite for zis, Cosette," Fleur grinned. "If not for 'er, I'd never 'ave considered sharing 'im like zis."
"If zis feels 'alf as good inside me as I zink it will, I will be a devoted servant for all my days," Cosette purred as she slipped to her knees and let his cock rest against her face.
"Do you want me to let you go?" Fleur asked.
"If you could," Apolline replied, sighing in relief as Fleur vanished the ropes.
When she reached over to her, the younger Veela pulled back and said, "'Arry 'as said zat I must just watch as punishment."
"Why?" Apolline asked, grinning. "Did 'e find out about your gift to Gabrielle?"
"What's that about Gabby?" Harry asked. "Oh, fuck."
Fleur winced and looked over to him, seeing Cosette swallowing his entire length into her throat as Aurelie sucked on his balls. "I sent her a replica of your cock to play with and said that she could 'ave you when she could take ze 'ole zing."
"You sent a giant dildo to Beauxbatons?" Harry asked incredulously.
"It is far from ze only dildo in Beauxbatons, 'Arry," Aurelie giggled as Cosette let his cock slip from her lips with an audible pop.
"Almost certainly ze biggest, zough," she purred. "Mama, try 'im out."
"So generous, Cosette," Aurelie chuckled. "My daughter 'as been unsatisfied for too long, 'Arry. I hope you can 'elp 'er."
"Mama!" Cosette squeaked.
"Is that true?" Harry asked, cupping her cheek as her mother enveloped his cock between her lips. "Have the French men you've been fucking not been enough for you?"
"Every man I've ever known 'as been a mere boy compared to you," Cosette replied, resting a hand on Aurelie's head and pushing her down a little. Leaning in, she purred, "You're going to reach places inside me zat no one else 'as ever touched."
"'E will ruin you, dear," Apolline replied as she hugged her niece from behind, "just like 'e ruined Fleur and I."
"I 'ope you will," Cosette breathed, her eyes locked onto his. "I 'ope by ze time you're done with me today, I will 'ave no choice but to make myself your perfect little Veela 'ore."
"Trust me, Cosette," Harry grinned, snaking a hand around her neck, "by the time I'm done with you, you'll not want to look at another man again."
He pulled her in for a searing hot kiss, and the Veela squeaked as his lips captured hers. She felt tense in a way that neither Fleur nor Apolline ever had, but it clearly had nothing to do with inhibitions on her part as she immediately deepened the kiss. Their tongues dueled for dominance, and he groaned into her mouth as Aurelie pulled back and swirled her tongue around his glans. She let him slip from her lips and gave his bulbous head an almost chaste-seeming kiss that was hilariously out of place, given the situation.
"I fear if you don't fuck zis one soon, she's going to combust, 'Arry," Aurelie sighed.
"I feel like it," Cosette gasped. "Please, 'Arry, please fuck me like you fuck Fleur."
"How do you want me?" Harry asked.
"I want to ride you," Cosette purred. "I want to sink down onto zis massive cock inch by inch, looking down at your gorgeous muscles as I do."
"Come, 'Arry," Fleur purred, reaching out a hand towards him. "I want to watch up close as you ruin 'er."
Cosette winked at him and walked away, swaying her wide hips as she went, and he marveled at her arse. The four of them all had very similar bodies, perfect hourglasses with wide hips, narrow waists, and large, full breasts. Cosette's arse was just as incredible as Fleur's, and the two looked more like sisters than cousins, with their silver-blonde hair, pouty lips, and dark blue eyes. With Aurelie, like Apolline, looking younger than she actually was, it looked like he was going to bed with four sisters, and he felt his cock throb at the thought.
Lying back, he was immediately attacked by Cosette, who pounced on him and kissed him hungrily. He ran his hands down along her back, cupping her arse, and she moaned into his mouth as his fingers dug into her pliant flesh. The tension in her was still there, and as he felt her grind her dripping cunt on his length, he wondered if that wasn't just a result of how desperate she was for a man to fuck her well.
"Mmm, so long, so thick, no wonder Fleur looks so happy zese days," Cosette purred. "I need to feel you inside me."
"Then take me," Harry smirked, "unless you fear that I wouldn't fit."
Cosette's eyes narrowed at that, and Aurelie giggled next to them.
"No, you've done it," the older Veela laughed.
"I'm going to ride you until you're utterly limp," Cosette promised, reaching down and picking up his cock.
Fleur went to say something, only to visibly stop herself, choosing to smirk at her cousin instead. Harry knew that ever since Aphrodite blessed him, it took a lot to truly sate him, and even if she was pent up, Cosette would surely tire first, but he was more than willing to let her try. The heat coming from her dripping core was incredible, and he got only the slightest warning before she sank down and cried out in pleasure immediately.
"So big!" Cosette exclaimed, looking down at him in surprise.
"Seeing it and feeling it are two different zings, non?" Fleur asked, grinning at her cousin, who continued to push down, looking utterly enthralled.
Inch after thick inch of his cock disappeared into her tight tunnel, spreading her inner walls wide as she moaned and whimpered in pleasure. Harry reached up to cup her breasts, kneading the heavy mounds and brushing her nipples with his thumbs.
"My, my, 'e's stretching you so much, Cosette," Aurelie breathed, watching her daughter impale herself on the largest cock she'd ever seen.
"You 'ave no idea, ma cherie," Apolline smiled. "Zat cock will stretch you out in ways zat you can 'ardly fathom. Why do you zink, I was so insistent on sharing 'im with you after Fleur let me into zeir bed?"
"You act like I 'ad to be convinced," Fleur complained. "Ze second I realized zat 'Arry could 'andle two of us, I knew we were going to make zis a larger family affair."
As Harry laughed at the pun just as Cosette took the last inch of him inside her, her plump arse coming to rest against his thighs. She was shivering, her pussy already fluttering around his length, and her eyes were wide in surprise, as though even she was impressed that she'd managed to take him.
"Truly you are blessed by my goddess," she sighed. "Nothing 'as ever felt zis good inside me."
"Oh, 'is cock was not enlarged," Fleur laughed, earning a look of shock from her cousin. " 'E's always been gifted."
"Perhaps it was fate, zen," Cosette smiled, and Harry froze, though he quickly shook his head and forced himself to put that comment out of his mind.
Without another word, she lifted herself up, squeezing her inner muscles as she let a few inches of him slip from her pussy, only to push herself back down with a sharp cry. She quickly worked herself up to a steady pace, riding him fiercely, and he groaned in pleasure at the feeling of her. Her large breasts bounced on her chest with her every movement, captivating him, and he was about to sit up and bring one of her pebbled pink nipples to his lips when Fleur sat down just behind his head, spreading her legs out wide on either side of him.
"You said I was to sit, watch, and not cum," she smirked. "You said nothing of where I was to sit."
Harry chuckled at her nerve, knowing full well that she knew how much the smell and heat of her dripping quim was going to drive him wild. A loud moan from next to him drew his attention, and he grinned as he looked over and saw Aurelie and Apolline kissing passionately as they fingered each other. The sounds of moaning Veela filled the room, and Harry quickly decided that it would be cruel to make Fleur endure such sights and sounds without any relief at all.
"Just sit on my face, luv," Harry chuckled. "I'll paddle that perfect arse of yours later and call it your punishment."
"I love you," Fleur beamed, straddling his face and lowering her dripping cunt down onto his eager mouth.
"So fucking good!" Cosette cried. " 'E 'as seriously been like zis all along?"
"'E was Gabrielle's age when I first fucked 'im," Fleur replied. "Even zen 'e was impressive, zough 'e 'as...oh fuck...grown even more so since."
"Why oh why could I not 'ave still been in Beauxbatons when zey sent ze delegation to 'Ogwarts?" Cosette moaned mournfully. "We could 'ave spent ze entire year fucking 'im together."
"And 'ere I zought you'd never see yourself with, 'ow did you put it? A boring Englishman?" Fleur teased her.
"Zere's nothing boring about zis cock!" Cosette cried as Harry started pounding up into her. "'Arder! 'arder! Don't stop, I'm gonna, gonna...FUCK!"
Cosette screamed as she came hard, collapsing forward into Fleur's arms as pleasure thundered through her entire body. Harry groaned at the feeling of her tight cunt spasming around him as he felt her fall into his wife's arms. He couldn't see them, his vision blocked entirely by the divine sight of Fleur's ass, but he still knew how the two women riding him were positioned, and once he felt his wife hold onto her still-shaking cousin, he smirked and spoke a single word in parseltongue.
"Cum," he hissed, and she squealed in pleasure, cumming hard.
He continued devouring her eagerly, drinking down her fluids as he fucked Cosette even harder, thrusting up at just the right angle to hit a spot deep inside her that made her squeal all the louder. The pair of Veela moaned and screamed in pleasure, holding onto each other for dear life, and Harry reveled in their pleasure. It had stoked his masculine pride when he was younger to know that he was able to please Fleur. He had been shocked enough at first to think that she was actually interested in him, but knowing that he was good enough to make her come back for more had filled him with pride as nothing else did at the time. He was more mature now, and not the insecure boy he'd once been, and yet it was that very pride that he felt just then, and he grinned at the familiar feeling.
"Oh fuck," Fleur panted, shaking like a leaf when he finally relented.
"Zat was...I don't know...if zat was one long orgasm, or…" Cosette babbled.
"Fleur, come 'ere," Apolline smiled, helping pull her shaking, shivering daughter off of his face.
Cosette immediately lowered herself down to kiss him, licking Fleur's fluids off of his face and giggling when he rolled her over. The tension he'd felt in her since he first touched her had disappeared, and he smiled at how relaxed she felt as he cupped her cheek.
"Zat was cosmic," she sighed, kissing his hand. "You 'ave no idea 'ow much I needed zat."
"We're far from done, Cosette," Harry chuckled, pulling most of his cock from her depths.
As he went to thrust back into her, she shook her head and smirked, saying, "Oh, I know. I finally believe all ze stories Fleur told about what a stud you are. I was not ze only one she tortured with 'er memories, zough, and Mama 'as gone even longer without being fucked by a worthy man."
"Cosette's right," Aurelie moaned, hugging Harry from behind and pressing herself against him. "I 'ave been so lonely for so long. I need to feel you inside me, 'Arry, to experience ze ecstasy zat Apolline described, unless you don't want such an old woman."
"Your sister fishes for compliments the same way," Harry chuckled, turning and capturing her lips with his own. "You know as well as she does that you're sex incarnate, and you don't even look ten years older than me."
"A woman likes to 'ear zose zings anyway," Aurelie moaned. "I am surprised, zough, Cosette. I zought I'd 'ave to wait until you'd passed out to get a taste of 'im, horny little bitch zat you've been lately."
"Zose orgasms were enough for now," Cosette sighed, whimpering as he pulled his cock from her depths. "I will want more, zough."
"You'll get more than you can handle," Harry promised, and she shivered.
Turning to Aurelie, he let his eyes roam across her form and bit his lip at the sight. Like her sister, her breasts were slightly less firm than her daughter's, and her hips and thighs were a little fleshier, but those were the only true signs of her age. Otherwise, she looked like she was in her late twenties, and he chuckled at the thought of how much muggle women would pay to age like Veela.
"Gods, ze only zing zat's ever stretched me out more zan your cock will is ze very girl you just fucked," the older Veela purred, and he felt his cock throb painfully at her filthy words.
"On your hands and knees," Harry commanded, and she shivered at his tone. "I'm going to bury every inch of my cock inside you, but first I want to watch how you and your little sister used to spend your nights at Beauxbatons."
"Does zat idea excite you, 'Arry?" Aurelie purred. "Ze image of two terribly 'orny young Veela finding relief with each other, spending zeir every night with zeir faces buried between ze other's legs."
"Fuck," Harry groaned.
"You'll get to see it soon enough," Apolline grinned. "Gabbie will be so grateful to Fleur for letting 'er have you; it would be only right for her to zank 'er sister by eating her pussy."
"Stop torturing 'im, you two," Fleur giggled, sitting up and stretching her arms over her head, giving him an intoxicating view of her body. "I know you spent ze 'ole time Cosette and I rode 'im merely teasing each other. You're both wound tighter zan she was just now, aren't you?"
Apolline just grinned at her daughter and settled on her back, spreading her legs wide. Both Aurelie and Harry licked their lips at the sight of her glistening pink folds, and the older Veela made a show of crawling towards her, wiggling her arse at Harry as she went. He stroked his cock slowly, watching as Aurelie lowered her head towards Apolline's pussy, and the moment he heard his mother-in-law gasp in delight, he moved in. Still holding his cock, he brushed it over her sodden nether lips, making her shiver, and he grinned when he felt just how hot and wet she was. After taking a moment to line himself up, he pushed forward and groaned at the feeling of her tight tunnel clinging to him.
"Holy fuck!" Aurelie cried only to be pulled back down by a shivering Apolline.
"I told you 'is cock was amazing, Aurelie," she grinned. "We all owe Fleur and ze goddess so much."
Harry started fucking her with long, hard strokes, quickly working his way up to a bruising pace. The sound of his hips slapping against her arse filled the air, drowned only by Apolline's pleasured screams, and Harry watched her plump cheeks ripple and jiggle, completely entranced by the sight. Fleur struggled onto her hands and knees, her legs still shaky from the string of mind-melting orgasms that he'd pushed her through with his magical tongue, and crawled towards him, pressing her breasts against his muscular back as she rested her head on his shoulder.
"Just zink, 'Arry," she whispered. "Soon enough, little Gabbie will join us, and you'll 'ave ze 'ole set, save for my grandmother."
Harry snorted at that thought, though as he thought about her grandmother, Agathe, he recalled how he'd thought she didn't look a day over forty.
"You wicked man, do you want 'er too?" Fleur asked teasingly. "Perhaps we should just start a new cult of Aphrodite and get my 'ole race addicted to your cock."
"I think...gods, you're fucking tight...that even I'd struggle to fuck all of you," Harry groaned, and Fleur giggled.
"Perhaps you're right," she replied. "Perhaps it will just 'ave to be a small cult, featuring any Veela who wants to join. Hell, any woman in general."
"Like Luna?" Harry asked as Aurelie's muffled screams started to get louder and her inner walls started to flutter around his length. "What made you reach out to her, anyway?"
"She's open-minded," Fleur shrugged. "I didn't know if Mama and I would be enough to satisfy you, and I figured she'd be willing to 'elp. She is rather cute, you know."
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" Apolline cried. "By ze goddess, you've always been good at zis! Don't stop, don't...AHH!"
As she came, Harry gathered Aurelie's hair in his hand and pulled her up, making her squeal.
"I love your fucking cock!" the older Veela wailed. "More, more, more!"
"Who's Luna?" Cosette asked, sitting next to them.
"A friend of Harry's," Fleur replied. "She was the blonde with the radish earrings at our wedding."
"Oh, I remember 'er," Cosette replied. "She said I 'ad a terrible infestation of some spurt creatures I'd never 'eard of and offered to spend as many hours with 'er 'ead between my thighs as it took to make zem go away. An odd come-on, but in retrospect, I should 'ave taken 'er up on ze offer instead of fucking what's 'is name."
Harry snorted at that and brought his hand down on Aurelie's ass hard, making her scream.
"I'm so close," she whimpered.
"Finger her ass," Cosette suggested, taking one of his hands and sucking on his index finger until it was nice and slick. "She's a bigger anal slut zan I am."
"Cos...ahh!" Aurelie shrieked as he pushed his finger inside her.
She's been right on the edge as it was, and that little bit of added stimulation pushed her right over the edge. She came hard, her fingers digging into the sheets under her until her knuckles turned white as she writhed in pleasure. Harry gritted his teeth at the feeling of yet another Veela cumming around his cock, feeling his own pleasure rising, but he continued to fuck her through her orgasm, wanting to prolong her pleasure as much as possible.
"Oh, Cosette, you dirty slut," he heard Fleur giggle and just as he was about to ask her what she meant, he felt a tongue on his asshole and moaned loudly.
"Fuck!" he grunted, his fingers digging into Aurelie's fleshy hips hard enough to leave bruises.
Rimjobs weren't a huge part of his and Fleur's usual bedplay, but he'd felt it before, and it never failed to make his eyes cross. There was something generally taboo about the act, something made all the more so by the fact that he was getting his ass eaten just then by the daughter of the woman he was fucking. Already getting close to cumming, the sheer eroticism of the act, combined with the incredible pleasure, pushed him over the edge, and he came with a roar, filling Aurelie's pussy with rope after thick rope of his seed. His thrusts grew erratic, and he half-heard Cosette say something to Fleur, sounding smug, but he couldn't focus on it at all.
"...going to share with me, zough," Fleur replied, and Cosette just laughed.
"You're sharing 'im, so it would be only fair," she replied.
"You two do what you like," Apolline breathed. "Zat cock is mine now."
"And to zink, you were reluctant when I first suggested letting you fuck 'im," Fleur giggled. "Pull out of her, mon amour. Cosette is 'ungry."
"Huh?" Harry asked, pulling his still-hard cock from Aurelie's depths, the panting Veela merely grunting as she slumped forward, resting her head on her hands.
A moment later, he watched as Cosette dove toward, grabbing her mother's hips and pulling her back until her gaping cunt was in view. She lapped at it eagerly, drinking down his creamy load, and Harry felt his cock twitch at the incestuous sight.
"Fuck, I love Veela," he thought to himself.
"Mmm," Apolline sighed as she sat down in front of him, her face mere inches from his cock, "being covered in 'er fluids only makes your cock even more appealing."
She kissed the tip lightly, flicking her tongue against his hole, making him hiss in pleasure, and then wrapped her pouty lips around him. Harry moaned deeply, burying his fingers in her silver-gold locks, and held onto her head as she bobbed it up and down on him, cleaning his shaft inch by inch. As she swallowed his entire length into her tight throat, he looked next to them and saw Cosette sharing a mouthful of his cum with Fleur, who moaned as they began making out. Aurelie, meanwhile, crawled forward until she was able to lie down and stretch out, rolling onto her back and grinning at him as he caught her eye.
Apolline let his cock slip from her lips and grinned up at him, saying, "Let me crawl on top of her before you fuck me, zen you can 'ave me as we kiss passionately."
"This is my life now, isn't it?" Harry asked, and she grinned.
"Just more to thank Aphrodite for," Apolline replied, kissing him softly before joining her sister on the bed.
He didn't disagree, and as he moved to join them, his lingering wariness was far from his mind, but later on, as he lay with four exhausted, very satisfied Veela curled up with him, he would once again wonder if there wasn't going to be some price for these gifts down the line.
"Hmm, this is the temple those wiccan women mentioned," Luna murmured to herself as she slipped past the muggle security perimeter.
The ancient site had been lost to time, and the structure that had once sat here had been either worn away or torn down, but there had apparently been an underground component of it that had simply been buried, and it had been recently uncovered. It was the middle of the night, and there was no one around, but she still disillusioned herself anyway, having no desire to deal with any muggle aurors. She hadn't had any encounters with them herself, but she had seen a few in action before back home, and they didn't seem very nice.
She placed her hand on the soft ground and cast a detection charm that let her feel a few feet under it, mapping it out in her mind, and she frowned when she got nothing but dirt all the way down. Continuing on, she tried another spot and another, continuing on until she finally found what she was looking for.
"Feels like a chamber of some kind," she thought to herself as she felt the open space under her.
Magical structures could resist charms like this, if they were warded to prevent such obvious detection. The Chamber of Secrets, for instance, could never have been found by such means, and part of her had feared that this wouldn't work, but either the temple's devotees hadn't been magical, they hadn't known how to ward it, or the wards had come undone, because as she continued on, she was able to make out more and more of the temple, and she smiled.
According to the muggle women she met in Mexico, a construction project had been halted because the team brought in to clear the land had unwittingly punched a hole into the ancient chamber. The local government had shut it down until it could be properly documented, and they had managed to somehow get a camera in to look for them, but nothing else had been done with it yet. Luna had always wanted to explore a long-lost ruin like this, something that no one had been inside for centuries, and didn't hesitate to leap at the opportunity.
"At least it isn't all caved in," she thought to herself as she looked for the hole, not wanting to cast Lumos yet unless she had no choice, lest she be detected.
Luckily, the muggles had been kind enough to mark it with a crown of brightly colored plastic spikes, so that made it much easier to find.
"Lumos," she cast, pushing her wand into the hole and getting a look at the bottom.
Once she had a good visual image of it, she cast a bubble-head charm on herself and apparated down to the bottom, not particularly wanting to try and squeeze herself through the hole. She ended her Lumos spell and cast Lumos Maxima to get a better look around.
"Oh, how pretty!" she beamed as she took in the sight of the surprisingly well-preserved frescoes on the walls around her.
The marble floors were broken in some places but much of it was intact, and as Luna walked further inside, she realized that the whole thing looked to be in very good shape.
"I wonder if it was sealed with magic," she thought to herself, knowing that it must have been lost millennia ago.
The wall paintings were the most noteworthy feature as she looked around, and she thought they were simply beautiful. Some of the scenes were things that she'd read about, like the goddess springing from the sea foam caused by the castration of the titan Uranus. That Fresno seemed to suggest that she then disappeared and was reborn as Zeus' daughter, as though the priests and priestesses had attempted to mix the two myths together. Her wedding to the crippled Hephaestus was noted, as was her affair with Ares.
"I'm glad this place was sealed as well as it was," she murmured to herself as she continued to look around. "It's utterly beautif…"
She trailed off, her eyes going wide as she came across the most incredible thing she'd seen yet. There was a marble statue about nine feet tall in the largest chamber of the complex, so well-preserved that even the paint remained. Her skin was the color of cream, and her hair was a silver-blonde mane that flowed to her lower back, ending just above her wonderfully round arse. She was utterly nude, and Luna couldn't help but reach out to cup her very large breasts, which were carved with remarkable care and attention to detail.
"There are even tiny little holes in the center of her nipples," Luna chuckled as she examined them closely. "Why do I feel like, big as these are, they're not quite big enough?"
She shook her head at the thought and left the statue behind so she could continue to look around. As she came to the far wall, just behind the statue, she willed her floating light to follow, only to freeze as she saw just what was painted there. Aphrodite was the most prominent figure in this particular painting, but she wasn't alone in it. There was a man with her, not Ares or Hephaestus, but different. He was young, with dark hair, a full beard, and a very muscular body. There were two characteristics that stood out, the first of which was a very, very large erection, but that wasn't what drew her attention most, nice as it was.
"Oh, I might need to return home sooner," Luna murmured to herself as she traced a finger over the distinct mark on the man's chest.
It looked like a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt, and between that, the dark hair, and the exceptional penis, she was reminded of a dear friend of hers, one who she knew for a fact had been in direct contact with the very goddess that this temple was dedicated to.
"That could be a coincidence," she thought to herself, "but I doubt it."