Chapter 12: A sister
A Sister's Plight
"Gabrielle!" Fleur shouted in shock, arms gathering around her chest in a vain attempt to protect her modesty as she stood frozen, hovering above Harry's cock. Gabrielle was not much different, watching the scene with widened eyes, unable to comprehend what she was seeing.
In a similar case, Harry might have been more understanding about Fleur's plight, but his current mode, wanting his release, didn't allow that. "Close the fucking door!" he exclaimed as he placed his hands on Fleur's shoulders. After all, she was just in the mood, and he didn't want her to cool off. He pressed, and Fleur sank to his shaft, a surprised moan rippled from her lips. Harry smiled as her walls wrapped around his girth, feeling even tighter than a moment ago.
However, Gabrielle response managed to surprise them. She closed the door just like he asked, but he was expecting her to stay in the corridor. Instead, she was in the room, her sharp gaze on both of them. This surprise wasn't enough to dissuade him from his current path. Still, he admitted he was feeling a little awkward under the gaze of the little sister, while older one slid over his cock. After all, it was the first time he saw her while she was conscious, and having her sister, wearing nothing but a pair of heels, wrapped around his shaft was the epitome of weirdness. "Can I help you?"
Gabrielle chose to pay no attention to his statement, her furious gaze on her sister, beginnings of a rage sparkling on her face. "You slut," she spat. "You hypocritical slut."
"Gabrielle, it is not what is look like-" Fleur answered and tried to pull back, only to be prevented by Harry's firm grip, pulling her back at the last moment, leading his shaft to her depths once more.
Gabrielle gave her no chance to finish her explanation. "No, it is exactly what it looks like, miss You-should-save-yourself-to-marriage! You two faced bitch. You were the one that snitched me to mom when you caught with me with my boyfriend, lecturing me about how virginity is a veela's most important treasure, and now I catch you like this!" She suddenly smirked, but it did nothing to remove the anger from her face. "I wonder how mom will react when she hears what her favorite daughter was spending her time."
Then she turned, intending to leave the room, but Fleur's exclamation stopped her. "Gabby, wait!"
Gabrielle pulled her hand away from the doorknob and turned back, anger still on her face. Then, Harry noticed her gaze inadvertently falling down, where Harry's cock disappeared and reappeared repeatedly. A different blush spread to her face, as she spoke, trying to keep her bold tone, but unable to hide the demure undertones from Harry. "Maybe I could wait until you finish," she murmured and sat down to one of the chairs.
"No, Gabby. Get out," Fleur exclaimed, but Harry paid little attention to her protest. As far as he was concerned, she had lost her right to protest after the stunt she pulled with Cho, especially since she wasn't putting an effort to pull away from his lap, showing just how little she cared.
Despite the alluring distraction on his lap, his gaze fell on the newcomer, trying to understand the dynamic between the sisters. A panicked look was shining on her face, likely from realizing the ridiculous position she had put herself into in a momentary lapse of judgment, but the stubborn tightening around her jaw showed that she was determined to ride out the awkwardness.
Harry shrugged and turned his attention back to the older sister, who apparently chosen to disregard the third presence in the room under the unfamiliar flood of pleasure, her eyes locked on her own reflection in the mirror, watching the hypnotic sway of her own breasts, jumping up and down with an enticing beat. He let his hands roam free once more, one landing to her knub, other grabbing one of her bouncing tits, in an effort to intensify her climbing pleasure. The sharp increase in her voice, combined with the total disregard for her sister's presence hinted that Harry was on the right way.
However, the same thing wasn't an option for their surprise visitor. The view he saw when his gaze fell onto Gabrielle once more managed to surprise him a little. The deep blush on her face was not a surprise, but her legs, slowly rubbing together, assisted by her hands, massaging her thighs, was one. Her breathing was deep enough to showcase her breasts even under her unflattering robes. Harry noticed she wasn't lacking in the upstairs, even compared to impressive benchmarks her sister had set.
He gave a hard squeeze to Fleur's tit, enjoying its firmness, earning a loud moan in response. He watched as the expression of panic and awkwardness drained from Gabrielle's face, desire and arousal invading the vacancy. The expression was very familiar, but it took him a few seconds to remember the exact circumstances. It was when he had been together with Cho in the locker room, on Fleur's face just seconds before she had decided attacking someone's date with a stunner was a reasonable way to start a sexual encounter.
Harry decided to forgo the potential amusement value and preemptively solve the problem before Gabrielle decided to take the things on her hand. He gazed deep into her blue eyes, earning an even deeper blush, the tongue darting out to lick her lips showed she wasn't exactly averse to his attention. Harry raised his finger and called her closer, his other hand still busy with caressing Fleur's nether regions. Gabrielle stood up and started to saunter towards them, still managing to exude an erotic image despite her unsure steps. She was just a couple steps away from them when Harry gestured her to stop, halting her movement.
Then he gestured her robe, signaling her to remove, but his own magic flared unexpectedly, and the buttons started to untie, the robe falling open a second later. Harry was surprised by the unexpected display of wandless magic, but he pushed it down for the moment. There were more important events afoot. Apparently, Gabrielle opted to wear only underwear apart from the robe, and not the boring kind either. It was a bright red pair, perfectly complimenting her pale skin. The bra was far too small to fully cover her breasts, barely managing to hide her nipples, the top of her areolas peeking out, their sweet pink contrasting nicely with bright red of the fabric. The panties were scarcely better. While its lacy front managed to cover her womanhood, everything else was a lost cause. Harry smiled in approval as he watched her getting rid of the robe completely.
He did a circle gesture, making her twirl to display her full glamor. He smiled at the fulfilling alternate view, a combination of her thin waist, beautiful back, and magnificent bottom. Harry had to admit, she gave a real challenge to her sister in the beauty department. He waited for her to face him once more, then jerked his finger, and the hook holding the bra together snapped open, revealing her erect nipples. Harry patted the bed next to him, and Gabrielle sauntered, the bra meeting the same fate with her robe.
Harry attacked her lips as soon as her bottom touched the bed. Her plump lips tasted like dark cherries, fulfilling, just to right amount of sweet to spark an appetite without being sickeningly sweet. Her tongue jumped out, showing that when it came to kissing, she was much more experienced than her sister, who was a novice in the aspects of sensuality despite the innate skill she was showing. One of his hands reached to her breast, kneading to his heart's content. He was unable to prevent himself from comparing them with Fleur's. They were a tad smaller, and just a little bit firmer, not enough difference to mark one as the winner. No matter, he thought, if things went well enough, he would have ample time to reach a decision. He turned his attention back to the moment, enjoying the tongue of the younger while the older one squeezed his cock tighter and tighter.
Then, Gabrielle decided to take affront of the fact that he was too overdressed for the occasion and grabbed his shirt, buttons flying everywhere. Her fingers fell to his chest, pressing her nails, not enough to draw blood, but hard enough to leave thin red lines in their wake. In response, he pulled back from the kiss and sank his teeth to her delicious looking breast, a surprise she enjoyed immensely if the arching of her back was a reliable signal.
Still, her response showed her attitude differed from her sister. She pushed him to his back, her hands pinning him into the horizontal position, then leaned to his chest, and her lips, teeth, and occasionally, her hands, started working on his chest, kissing, licking, biting, scratching; the eroticism of the scene further enhanced with the view of her firm tits, one of them deliciously red after his bite. Combined with the fact that Fleur was still jumping up and down on his cock, it wasn't a surprise that Harry was on the verge of a release.
However, before he could pull back, Fleur suddenly tightened around his cock without any warning. Combined with her warm juices flowing to his lap, this triggered an orgasm of his own, and he started filling Fleur. A part of his mind was aware that the moment might have some uncomfortable implications, but Fleur's deep moans, combined with Gabrielle's skilled mouth exploring his chest, proved highly effective in pushing these thoughts away.
Still, he signaled Gabrielle to pull back. He didn't want to give Fleur enough time to gather herself. He rose up just as Fleur pressed her trembling feet to ground and pulled away. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and signaled Gabrielle to pull back, then laid her on the bed, Fleur's lithe figure giving no resistance as he did so. The view of her laying on her back, his own presence slowly leaking out, was enough to bring his shaft to back life instantly, though Gabrielle had no small part in that achievement, sitting next to Fleur, wearing only a pair of skimpy panties, her whole body glowing.
He lost no time before pushing into her once more and started plowing. "I see, you decided to neglect me once again," Gabrielle said, her accent delicious.
Harry looked, enjoying the fake pout on her face, managing to give an air of petulance without removing even a bit from her sexiness. "Well, I'm sure your sister won't mind giving you a little assistance while you wait your turn, isn't that right Fleur?"
Hearing her name managed to pull Fleur away from the little world she was in. "What, no! Gabrielle, get dressed and go away."
Despite her exclamation, there was no conviction from her words. He signaled Gabrielle to take the position, then he leaned and placed a searing kiss on Fleur's lips, one that would be enough to get them chased out any public place. When he pulled back, Fleur was breathing hard, her eyes unfocused, and he started drilling her hard once more. Meanwhile, his hands landed the both sides of Gabrielle's hips, and a determined tug later, the sensitive fabric gave away and fell apart, revealing her bare, glistening pussy and cute, tight ass. She lowered herself on Fleur's face, a moan escaped her lips as Fleur's tongue darted out of her mouth and placed a little beat on her nether lips. Then lowered herself further, leaning on her sister's mouth entirely, gasping as her sister serviced her.
The scene was so erotic that Harry hadn't felt even the slightest inclination to change positions, observing the way Fleur's breasts dangled at his every pump. Gabrielle's pleasured cries filled the room, showcasing Fleur's quick learning capability when it came to sex. The pleasure built upon quickly, and he felt another release was imminent, but before he could pull back, Fleur wrapped her legs around his waist, trapping him inside. For a second, he considered pushing a little, but the idea didn't gain any traction. After all, after the first time, what difference a second time could make, right?
Instead, he signaled Gabrielle to pull back, then slipped his arms under Fleur and lifted her to his lap. Face to face, he attacked her lips, stained by her sister's juices, his hands pushing her cute tush a little. Then, his speed increased further, going in and out at a frantic pace. He released once more, and Fleur soon joined, pushed over the edge by the fresh presence inside her.
They kept the position for a while, softly kissing as Fleur's body extracted the every last drop he was willing to give at the moment, her body trembling softly. Then Fleur's head pulled back by the third person in the room. "My turn," Gabrielle growled hungrily and attacked his lips, keeping Fleur locked between their bodies. Harry was enjoying the way Fleur's breasts squashed to his own chest, assisted by her little sister. His cock started to flare back to life.
He reluctantly pulled out of Fleur, as he didn't trust himself to stop if he started once more. It wasn't a terrible probability by any means, but he had a feeling that Gabrielle might search a radical solution if he skipped her turn once again. So his arms wrapped tight around Fleur's body once more, gently laying the exhausted figure on the bed. As soon as he was upright once more, Gabrielle pounced onto him, taking the exact position Fleur had a few seconds ago, her entrance just above his crown, their face separated by just an inch. His cock sprang into life once more, and Gabrielle lowered herself.
Her tightness was a surprise, but not much as the sudden barrier preventing any further movement. But before he could comment, Gabrielle pushed herself down even more, destroying the barrier, a small, pained gasp escaping her lips. She started kissing him as she waited for the pain to recede, then her hips started rocking…
Chapter 13: A little competition
A Little Competition
A moan escaped his lips as Gabrielle's hips moved, her tightness grabbing his shaft. A part of his mind was busy being shocked of his luck, unable to believe its real. But most of his mental faculties were busy with devouring the view in front of him, her full breasts, thin waist and lean but strong legs, wrapped around his body. Apparently, sometimes heroism paid well, as Gabrielle's enthusiastic cries continued to show.
Afraid that people would hear them, he decided to go with his second favorite way of silencing a beautiful girl. He leaned and captured her lips, licking, asking for an entrance. Gabrielle decided a battle for dominance was more appropriate, her tongue meeting with his. He dragged his hands over her sides, grazing the edge of her pale, shapely globes, dangling as she moved up and down; at least until Harry's palms landed on, keeping them in place.
For a few minutes, they kept the position, then he moved his head down, his lips capturing her nipples. In response, Gabrielle once more proved that her attitude was markedly different from her sister when the subject was sex. She leaned and bit Harry's shoulder hard, enough that Harry wouldn't be surprised if it drew blood. He replied, littering the pale flesh of her tits with bite marks, though careful not to hurt too much, something Gabrielle approved if her moans were any indicator. Her fingers raked across his back, and Harry buried himself deep into her in response.
Then, his hands moved down to her hips, and he scooped her up, laying her on face down on the bed, only stopping for a second to cast a spell to prepare her second hole, though he deliberately kept it low powered. After all, she had shown that she wasn't averse to some pain. He gave her no time to gather herself and pressed his cock against her puckered hole, pushing hard to overcome the resistance of her other hole, untouched again if he managed to read her correctly.
"Yes," she shouted after a pained yelp. "This feels amazing. Fuck my ass harder, and don't you dare to stop."
"Such a dirty mouth," he said mockingly as he plowed her deep, the enveloping of her muscles pushing her pleasure more and more, her out of control allure only enhancing it more. "I think we need to put that mouth to better use." Then he pushed her head towards his intended target, the pussy of her sister, still oozing some of Harry's gift.
No protest rose from Gabrielle as she started to massage her sister's nether lips with rapid brushes of her lips, her display of skill far too polished to be the first time she went down on a girl. Slowly coming out of her stupor thanks to the tongue caressing her insides, Fleur raised her head, and let out a surprised yelp, her expression scandalized when she saw a familiar head between her legs. She opened her mouth, her eyes showing an intent to protest, but he just raised his finger, signaling her to keep silent. She did exactly as he asked, surprising him with her submissiveness in bed, an attractive contrast with her unyielding facade in her public life. At first, Fleur stood silent, but it didn't take long for moans to start escaping her mouth, pleasure proving to be more dominant than the awkwardness of the situation.
They kept the position for a while, Fleur's cries getting louder and louder, but she stayed passive. He decided to change into a position that would pull Gabrielle away from Fleur, wanting to test how she would react. He pulled back, grabbed and flipped Gabrielle, making her lie on her back instead. He pushed his cock inside her in one jab, earning a sharp moan in response.
Still, he paid little attention to Gabrielle's delirious moans, his eyes on Fleur's face. A frown appeared on her face at the sudden disappearance of the source of her pleasure. It didn't take long for it to change into a determined one, though. She pressed her hands on the bed and forced herself upright, her trembling arms showing she hadn't been able to ride out her last orgasm. Yet, after a moment's struggle, she managed to stand upright, and placed her pussy directly above her sister's face, who wasted no time before started licking the lips in front of her. Only then, Fleur noticed where his attention was focused. Her face blushed in a manner that was not about the pleasure, or at least not completely, and she made a move to get away, suddenly feeling self-conscious about her action, but her action momentarily halted due to her sister, her hands clamped hard to her beautiful derriere.
Harry had no intention of letting that happen, so he leaned and started kissing her. His tongue pushed into her mouth, ravaging her insides. She started responding, her plans to get away forgotten. She started responding softly, moaning as Harry's hands caressed her sides, before moving onto her perky breasts once more. Harry let his fingers sank deep into her flesh while his lips moved down and started sucking her neck.
Then, she felt Gabrielle let out a cry, loud despite being muffled by Fleur's body. Her hold around his cock strengthened, but Harry paid little attention and continued his motions until the pleasure became too much. He returned to Fleur's lips, caressing her lips gently as he waited his shaft to jump back to life. Gabrielle lay under them listlessly, overcame with the pleasure.
He pulled back, cast a quick cleaning charm then turned to Fleur. "I guess it is your turn now." She nodded enthusiastically as she moved off her sister and took a step towards him, her eyes sparking with enthusiasm. Harry gently placed his hands on her cheek, but stopped moving until he came to a breathing distance. "Apparently, you don't want it though, or you would have said something, right?"
"No!" Fleur exclaimed in surprise, then realized what she said upon seeing Harry's quirked eyebrow. "I mean yes," she amended.
"Yes, what?"
It took a couple seconds for her to realize what he meant. She opened her mouth and started speaking in a low voice, her accent thickened even further with her embarrassment. "I want you to fuck me, 'arry," she said, though her voice dwindled into nothing towards the end.
"I'm having trouble hearing," Harry replied, unable to keep a smile away from his lips.
Fleur looked at his face, her shyness pushed away with her passion filled outrage for being teased. "I said I want you to fuck me, you infuriating bastard," she shouted and lunged forward without waiting for an answer, her lips meeting with his.
His surprise only lasted a second before being obliterated by stronger emotions, such as lust and pleasure. He let his hands wander over her body, enjoying her fingers, wrapped solid around his shaft, trying to guide it towards her opening. But he had other plans. He grabbed her tight, and with one swift, connected movement, forced her to turn and pushed her towards her sister, though he was careful not to hurt any of them.
He positioned his cock at Fleur's entrance, but decided to take a couple seconds to admire the view in front of him. Fleur and Gabrielle lay aligned, their chest pressing to each other, creating arguably the best view Harry saw to the date. Then Harry pushed inside Fleur, and started pumping.
He just observed as Fleur's moans, combined with the weight on her body pulled Gabrielle out of her stupor, her piercing gaze locking onto Fleur's deep blue eyes. Fleur's mouth opened and closed a couple of times, but no words came out, her mind probably blanked thanks to a combination of the rising pleasure and the sheer awkwardness of the situation. Taking pity on her, he decided to take action. He reached and pushed down Fleur's head gently, her lips smashing to Gabrielle.
Both girls stiffened for a moment, but Harry continued pressing for a couple of seconds. At this point, his assistance became unnecessary, he decided as the sound of their kissing reached into his ears. They were hesitant at first, but the reluctance quickly drained away, with their enthusiasm quickly sparking to a level that made Harry wonder about the underlying feelings, but he shook his head and turned his attention back to his activities. It wasn't the time for a psychoanalysis.
His hand landed on Fleur's ass hard, rewarding her with another spank even as his shaft disappeared inside her repeatedly, her moans filling her sister's mouth. He saw Gabrielle starting to move under her, no doubt feeling neglected after the lack of attention from Harry. He hooked her fingers and slipped them inside her wet tunnel, and started to move in and out, her wet walls massaging his fingers.
As soon as he felt Fleur's experiencing a sharp shudder, he pulled out, and plunged inside Gabrielle, plowing her without skipping a beat. It didn't take long for Gabrielle to reach it either, her shudders pushing him dangerously close to release. This time, he was ready and pulled back, however, with his frazzled willpower, he found unable to deny when Fleur pulled from the kiss and asked him to cum inside her. He pushed, barely in time to deploy his whole load inside her.
Then he pulled back and threw himself to the bed, the effort he spent finally catching to him. He closed his eyes to rest, and his tiredness was about to catch up with him when he felt a wetness on his flaccid cock. The call of sleep was too delicious, so he tried to ignore, put the feeling stood stubborn, forcing little him to stand to attention. So he cracked open his eyes, only to met with a wondrous sight, lips and tongues of two beauty, slowly massaging him back to life. As he watched sisters' tongues battle over his cock, spiced with occasional quick, but heated kiss shared between them, his shaft soon became rock hard.
Still, Harry took no action as Gabrielle slowly rose and positioned herself over his cock slowly lowering herself. She started moving, slowly at first, but she picked up speed as she became more and more comfortable with the position. A smile appeared on Harry's face, sometimes it was good to be a hero…
A persistent smile was on Harry's face as he walked through the corridors of Hogwarts unseen, though most of his joy was about two blond beauty, who were under the cloak with him. Gabrielle was in front of him, with his arms wrapped around her midsection, and Fleur was behind him, with her arms around him. They were moving slow, as both girls had a slight, but persistent limp even after the healing charms.
However, as they traversed through the corridors of Hogwarts, a problem shown its head, and Harry's pants started to feel uncomfortably tight. Gabrielle noticed, signified by her smug smile, followed by her hips pushing close to his midsection, her butt-cheeks only covered by a thin robe. However, Harry had no intention to let her tease her without repercussion, so he moved his arms up until he was able to feel the weight of her breasts on his forearms, then placed a small kiss on her neck. He loosened his hold a little and rested his hands on her breasts.
His first squeeze managed to extract a small but sharp yelp, making rare people around them took around in askance, unable to see the trio under the cloak. Harry's fingers found Gabrielle's nipples, slowly squeezing them. Then, unable to receive the reaction he wanted, he slipped his hands under her robe. His naked touch did the trick, and moans started to escape her lips. Harry hoped that people would blame the ghosts, and continued his actions.
Soon, he had been hit by a counter attack from an unexpected angle. He felt Fleur's hands slipping inside his own robe, and soon one of Fleur's hands were wrapped around his shaft, slowly pumping, while her other hand was massaging his balls.
Still, they managed to walk outside in that position, walking comfortably thanks to the application of a copious amount of heating charm. But Fleur's skilled soft hands, coupled with Gabrielle constantly rubbing her back to his crotch pushed him into action once more. "You minx," he bellowed as he forced her to turn, so she was facing to a tree. She raised her hands and placed them on the tree.
Harry wasted no time before pulling her robe up in one smooth movement, and pushed himself inside her wet pussy, keeping his body to close to ensure the cloak covered them. One of Fleur's hand reached to his chin and made him turn, sealing his lips with her own, while the other still on his balls, massaging, her erect nipples clearly felt through the robe.
All excitement combined, it didn't take long for him to climax, Gabrielle's flowing juices pushing him towards the edge. But just as he was about to pull out, he felt Fleur's body suddenly pressing to his own, locking him in his place. Unable to pull away, his twitching cock deployed his juices inside Gabrielle, triggering an orgasm so hard that Harry had to wrap his arms around to keep upright. He twisted his neck to look at Fleur.
"Oops," she said, her mischevious expression, accompanied by a huge smile showing it was no accident.
Harry opened his mouth, but Gabrielle's passionate kiss silenced him. He shrugged and focused on the kiss, possible repercussions dwindling in his mind. The kiss continued for a while, then they started walking again. But this time, Harry didn't even bother to pull his cock out, causing a moan to escape Gabrielle's lips at every step.
Still, by some miracle, they managed to slip inside the carriage and into Fleur's room without being seen by anyone. Harry raised his wand, cast a locking charm and a silencing charm, then turned towards Fleur. "Now, I think it's time for a punishment for your latest mischief, don't you think?" he asked, the anticipatory expression on Fleur's face bringing a predatory smile to his lips, mirroring the one on Gabrielle's lips...
Chapter 14: A little punishment
A Little Punishment
"I believe it's time for the punishment for your latest mischief?" Harry said, his gaze locked on Fleur's, holding her motionless. Her expression, reminiscent of a songbird caught in a trap, was tickling his predatory side. A glance showed a similar expression on Gabrielle's face. Apparently, they weren't that far off when it came to Fleur.
"What do you mean, 'arry?" Fleur said, trying to act obvious, but her rising arousal, shown by her legs rubbing together discreetly, destroyed any believability of her act of innocence.
Harry took a step, his face an inch away from her, wordless. He let out a primal growl, promises hidden inside.
"I really don't know what you mean," Fleur answered, trying to maintain her innocent act, but with half of her words drowned by her excited breathing, her believability was even lower.
Harry stood silent, but kept his gaze steady, waiting for her to speak once more. Then, just as she opened her mouth, he raised his hand and focused his will. For a moment, Fleur looked at his empty hand, confused, then magic surged, following his will. Fleur might have been shocked with his wandless display of magic, but the had more immediate concerns, such as two thick, silk ropes, hanging from the ceiling, wrapping themselves around her forearms. "Harry, what are you doing?" she asked, shock vibrating in her voice.
Harry placed his fingers to her cheek, his touch gentle, and dragged down to her neck. He stopped at her collarbone, keeping a chuckle down at her disappointed growl. "I think you deserve a little punishment," he started, "for daring to force a decision to your little, innocent sister." He turned towards Gabrielle, who was chuckling at his description, "Don't you agree sweetie?"
Gabrielle looked at Harry, a large smile adorning her face. She mimicked his silence and walked towards Fleur in small steps, clearly enjoying Fleur's impatient shuffling. She arrived behind her, placed her hand on her spine, and slowly dragged down towards the small of her back. "While I have no problem with what she did, it wasn't her place. So…" she dragged her words, then her other hand landed Fleur's ass with a hard spank, extracting a surprised yelp.
Before Fleur could say anything, Harry placed his finger on her lips. "I think Gaby is right, you deserve your punishment. But let's add a little rule. If you manage to keep your lips sealed, it'll be a short punishment. But, every time you violate this rule, be it with a word, yelp, or moan, I will increase the duration. Understood?" Fleur nodded, and Harry hummed appreciatively.
Then his hand raised once more, and Fleur's robe, her only article of clothing, apart from her high-heeled shoes, had disappeared, leaving her delicious body bare for all to observe. Harry let his eyes wander for a moment, appreciating her peaks and valleys, looking as tasty as ever. He caressed her sides slowly, enjoying the feeling of her silky skin under his fingers. Every beat of her heart was thumping under his touch, her breathing getting shallower and shallower. He leaned towards her ear, intent on placing his lips on her earlobe, but he was foiled by Gabrielle, following her own plans. She matched his movements, and her lips meet with his next to Fleur's ear, their enthusiastic sounds filling Fleur's senses.
However, a problem with the position soon became apparent. Their clothing was proving to be a major irritant as they rubbed Fleur's naked body, reducing much of its intended impact. As usual, magic proved to be an easy solution, and a couple more vanishing charms later, all three occupants were in their birthday suits. And with Harry's erection caressing her slit and Gabrielle's breasts scraping her back, keeping silent became a veritable challenge for Fleur, only to intensify even further when Gabrielle's hands started caressing her body once more, this time much less careful about where they landed. Small moans started escaping between her lips, only to grow quickly in size. Soon, Fleur's pleasure laced shouts filled the room.
Harry pulled back, signaling Gabrielle to came to her side. He stood silent until Gabrielle appeared next to him. He pulled one arm around Gabrielle's waist and pulled her tight, then turned towards Fleur once more. "Somebody failed her task quick. Now, what should be your punishment?" He waited a while, watching as Fleur's excitement grew. "I think the best punishment will be leaving you like that as I fuck Gabrielle unconscious. She can let you free after she woke up." He watched in satisfaction as her eagerness dissolved into absolute terror. Fleur opened her mouth to protest, but Harry was ready. Another flare of magic, and a ball-gag appeared in her mouth, securely fastened. "What do you think Gaby, is this an appropriate punishment?"
"I don't know Harry," Gabrielle added, playing the role of concerned sister, though the enthusiasm in her eyes as she watched Fleur squirm was running counter. "It's too harsh, but on the other hand, if we let her completely off the hook, how would she learn, right?"
"A good point," Harry said, deliberately ignoring Fleur as he talked to Gabrielle. "So, how about we put another challenge for her. If she can hold herself until you finish, she earns a reward. But if she can't hold out until then, we leave her punishment as is. What do you think?"
"Perfect," Gabrielle said, then turned to Fleur and walked until she was next to her. She gently rubbed her fingers over Fleur's stomach, "What do you think, my dear sister," she added, spanking Fleur's already reddish ass once for punctuation, eliciting a muffled yelp. Fleur nodded, somehow managing to convey enthusiasm despite the situation she was in.
"Good," Harry said, then summoned a chair just half a meter away from Fleur, facing towards her. He sat down, grabbed Gabrielle's arm, and pulled her to his lap. His shaft, throbbing in anticipation, found her slit and slipped into her depths without any foreplay. Already flowing with arousal thanks to long foreplay, Gabrielle responded with a pleasure filled cry, high enough to rattle the windows. She started moving up and down, her tightening inner walls doing their best to milk Harry.
Harry wrapped his arms around her chest, his palms tightly on her erect nipples and her back comfortably pressing on his chest. He gazed at her long, slender neck, licking his lips greedily. He clamped down to her neck, his teeth nibbling her sensitive skin. In response, Gabrielle's voice has risen even further, showing her satisfaction with the situation.
Harry turned his gaze towards the other occupant in the room. Fleur was looking at them, hunger bright in her eyes, coupled with arousal, though not overwhelming enough to make her squirm helplessly. Harry decided to fix this, and started with a small cold spell, targeting her nipples. Her eyes grown in shock, her gasp loud enough to heard despite the ball-gag and Gabrielle's shouts. Still, Harry had no intention of giving her any reprieve, as another spell connected with Fleur, causing continuous but faint sensations of being caressed all over her body. He watched her writhe in pleasure as the realization dawned her that stowing off the orgasm might not be simple as she previously assumed.
Gabrielle suddenly stood up, turned to face him and sat back in one quick motion, her smoldering gaze locked to his eyes. "Don't neglect me," she growled before she pounced to his lips, pushing her tongue deep into his mouth. Never one to disappoint, Harry sank his fingers to her hips stabilizing her above his crotch. "Ready?" he asked when she pulled back for a breather, but pushed his cock deep into her before waiting for a reply, imprisoning her moan with another kiss. He built up a rhythm, pounding her hard and deep, giving her no reprieve, each slam echoing on the walls.
Her frantic kisses, her tightening, the way her fingers sank into his shoulders, all was indicators of Gabrielle's impending climax. Harry had no intention of letting Fleur to win that easily. He changed the position of his hands so that they were placed on her back. Then Harry dipped her back, like a move in a tango that went out of control, her back arched, tits pointing at the ceiling, their hips still connected as Harry pounded her without a break. As a result, Gabrielle found herself in a very close proximity to her sister's nether lips. Not one to lose such an opportunity, her tongue darted out to lick her slit with rhythmic, even strokes.
Harry managed something he assumed was an impossibility as he watched the view created by two veela sisters, one on his lap, getting pounded, while other writhing in pleasure from the place she was forced by ropes. He became even harder, so hard that it hurt. He started to slam into Gabrielle again and again in a reckless abandon, the bet forgotten. The tightening of Gabrielle proved sufficient as the last step, snug massage of her insides finally finding the reward they sought. Still, Harry kept slamming even as his release mixed with hers, pushing them deeper inside.
He didn't know for how long he continued to pounce, cycling through many positions, but he only stopped after Gabrielle slackened into unconsciousness, the sum of repeated climaxes finally pushing her above the tipping point. Harry gently picked her up bridal style and carried her to her bed. He placed one last kiss to her lips, the taste of Fleur still recognizable. He thought about pulling the covers over her, but the view of the veela beauty, fucked into unconsciousness by him, his seed still dribbling from her womanhood, was a view too erotic to miss.
Harry turned his attention away from the enticing sight, a task that would be a significant challenge in any other day, but considering what was waiting for him, it was no great hardship. Harry walked towards her, fighting his own desire to jump. He stood in front of her, and let his gaze to caress her skin, enjoying the view Fleur presented and the way she shivered under his touch.
"You held out very well," he said, his hand resting between her breasts, her heartbeat clearly felt. "Do you think you deserve a reward?" She nodded. "Good," he said, flicking one of her nipples, earning another moan. Seeing her enjoyment of his rough touches, he held one of her nipples between his fingers, pressing and twisting even as he leaned nibbled on her ear.
"Delicious," he whispered into her ear with a husky tone, referring to the way she shivered under his touch. He let his lips move lower, leaving alternating kisses and bites down her neck, marring her beautiful, pearl white skin with his mark, his hands busy caressing her legs. His lips traveled further down to her breasts, trapping one of her nipples between his teeth, pressing hard enough to mark, before moving towards her globe, this time opting to petter her firm flesh with kisses, the contrasts driving her even deeper into pleasure, evident by the wetness traveling down her legs.
He pulled back after a minute, looked at her, and said, "I think this enough for an appetizer." He smiled. "Now, onto the main course." He grabbed her hips to keep her stable and slammed his erection into her, easily sliding into her overlubricated tunnel. Fleur shouted despite the ball-gag, but her legs rose and wrapped around Harry, pulling him even deeper inside. Harry chucked. "Well, somebody is eager." He thought about pulling back to punish her for being overeager, but decided to give her a reprieve. After all, she had been denied pleasure enough. Instead, he leaned forward to catch her nipple with his lips once more, brushing it with his tongue.
Then, he glanced upwards, Fleur's expression indicating her release was close. To push her over the edge, Harry bit her snowy breast, the flare of sudden pain, mixed with continuous pleasure, proving too hard for her to handle. She tightened around him, her juices flowing once more, and her body slackened.
But for Harry, it was far from over. A couple of spells allowed the ropes to slacken. Not expecting the sudden loss of support, Fleur's legs gave under her, and only Harry's arms, wrapped around her prevented her from a painful impact. Instead, she found herself on her knees, the robes trying her arms at her back, and the ball-gag in her mouth transformed into a ring.
Harry wasted no time before he pushed his cock into her mouth, held open with the ring, and started impaling deep into her throat, regardless of her gasping and wheezing, the increase in allure showing she was more than happy with the sudden change in position, and so her tongue, doing its best to massage the monstrosity invading her mouth in an effort to extract the much-sought reward.
She climaxed once more when Harry gathered her hair around his fist, pulling it harshly for leverage, surprising Harry with the depth of her submissive kink, especially considering she was still a virgin earlier today. He continued fucking her mouth until he released inside her mouth, and she released twice more in the meantime. For a moment, Harry even felt bad about just how badly she suffered while waiting for his attention, but a naughty smile appeared on his face when a good way to compensate her came to his mind.
He grabbed her arms and forced her upright, and forced her to take a few trembling steps towards the table, and the short journey ended with her chest pressing to the table, her delicious derriere invitingly pointing upwards. Never one to turn such a nice invitation, Harry cast a few spells to Fleur's last virgin hole, cleaning and lubricating enough as preparation. He rested the tip of his shaft at her puckered hole, then dissolved the gag in her mouth completely. "Are you ready?" Harry asked.
"Oh, yes," Fleur slurred, half delirious. "Take my last virginity, Harry, make me yours completely."
Harry wasted no time and pushed himself inside, hard enough to lodge half of his considerable length inside her, a painful cry rippled of Fleur's lips.
For a second, Harry thought maybe he was too harsh, but Fleur's next words dispelled his worry. "Harry, don't you dare to stop!" she said, followed by another cry when Harry pushed even deeper, his shaft disappearing from the view completely.
Harry wanted to last long, but last virgin hole of a veela, especially one with a tendency to climax rapidly, proved too much for him, especially after the day he had, and he dumped his load inside her bowels. He might have considered going a few more rounds after a quick rest despite his exhaustion, but Fleur's nonsensical mumblings showed she was on the edge of unconsciousness, and won't be able to handle another bout. So, he dispelled the rope and gently lifted her. Fleur's arms wrapped around his neck, her head gently resting on his chest. He took a few steps towards Gabrielle's bed, lay Fleur next to her, and placed one last kiss on Fleur's lips. Fleur was asleep before Harry even pulled back.
Gabrielle, still asleep, wrapped her arms around the familiar weight of her sister and pulled her towards her bosom. Harry grabbed a cover, devouring the battered vision of two sisters, their beautiful skin covered in reddish marks of his touch, all of their openings marked with his fluids. Harry smiled, the view arousing his desire once more, but his flesh was too battered. He suppressed the desire to push himself between them and lay the blanket over them, then dressed, pulled his cloak back on, and left the room, locking it behind. He needed to sneak back to his room Madam Pomfrey noticed his absence…
Two hours later, Harry was walking down to corridors of Hogwarts once more, this time quite annoyed. He had managed to sneak back to his room before mediwitch noticed his absence. But then, she saw just how tired Harry looked after several hours of 'rest', and fed him several high potency potions to quicken his recovery, both magical and physical. In the positive side, all exhaustion has disappeared from his body, but it came with a really annoying side effect. He was horny once more, and horny was not a state anyone should be in after fucking two veela sisters into unconsciousness. He hummed. Maybe he could pay Hermione and Lavender a visit, after all, they still haven't thanked for their rescue…