Chapter 17 - Infertility
I sit in a bench overlooking the Black Lake. I'd originally planned to spend the day with Lily and the Inquisitor, but then the entire jury for the case had showed up, led by a confident James Potter. They'd sent me away, and so I was moping a little bit, watching the lake ripple in the windy day.
I glance up to see Viktor Krum standing there.
"Can I help you?" I ask politely.
"Yes. See, I'm... ah... interested in Herm-own-ninny." Krum says in a thick accent.
"Hermione Granger?" I ask. Krum nods briskly.
"Yes. I always see her in the library, and vas vondering if I could have your permission to ask her to the Yule Ball?" Krum says nervously. I laugh.
"Yeah, man. If she'll say yes, go for it." I encourage. Krum smiles slightly, looking relieved. He claps me on the shoulder.
"In the spirit of community, two girls from my school are very interested in you." Krum says, and nods in the direction of two Bulgarian girls I hadn't noticed, both of whom flush when I look their way. Krum then walks off. I shoot an intense look at the two Bulgarian girls, who both flush so deeply I can see it from here. I call them over with a laugh.
One of the girls is black haired and curvy, the other brunette and busty.
"I'm Rayna." the black haired girl smiles nervously.
"I'm Teresa." the brunette girl smiles.
"Gideon." I say, and both girls squeak slightly.
"We know." Teresa says, and it strikes me as odd how two seventeen year old girls are this nervous about meeting a fourteen year old boy. I notice Teresa's tits bounce with every move she makes. She flushes very darkly when she notices my prying eyes.
"Enjoy, my lord." Rayna says formally and kisses me on the mouth, her soft lips tasting sweet. Teresa kisses me too, her lips a warm vanilla. Both girls wave goodbye shyly and run off. I watch Rayna's retreating ass and grin, as an owl soars down and drops a letter in my lap.
———
Dear Lord Gideon Delacour,
Your presence has been requested by the elegant Lady Phoebe Parkinson pertaining to the sudden annulment of Heiress Poinsettia Parkinson and Heir Draco Malfoy.
Signed,
Craw, Betrothal Head Goblin
———
I immediately Apparate to Gringotts and walk into the Betrothed Room, to find Lucius Malfoy and a very lustrous woman with dark brown hair, big tits, and a slim body screaming at each other. In front of Lucius, seared in a chair was Draco, looking stunned, while Pansy Parkinson sat opposite him, glaring angrily at him. A wild-haired goblin saw me and yelled for order.
"Thank you. Now that Lord Delacour, per the Lady Parkinson's request, has arrived, we may begin." the goblin, presumably Craw, announced. Lucius huffed and sat beside Draco, and the lustrous woman sat beside Pansy, after bending over and kissing me on the cheek, giving me a great view down her shirt while doing it.
Craw sets a document in front of me.
"It says that 'for the goal of a male heir, this contract bonds Poinsettia and Draco to each other for life in matrimony upon age 15'. However, a recent fertility test shows that Draco Malfoy is, in fact, 100% infertile." Craw explains. Lucius' jaw works furiously, but he leaves it alone.
"The opinion of House Parkinson is that the contract is now null, and Poinsettia is free to pursue another man." Craw reveals, "While House Malfoy believes the contract is binding, and Draco Malfoy should undergo Muggle surgery to fix the problem.".
"Well, I'd agree with House Parkinson, because the contract says plainly that an heir is required. And Muggle surgery seems highly unlikely to work." I shrug. Lucius looks furious and tired.
"I see. The opinion of Gringotts lines up with that of House Parkinson. Terribly sorry, Lord Malfoy, sir." Craw apologizes, and Lucius and Draco leave, the latter still looking stunned and mute. Craw then seats me across from Pansy, but the lustrous woman grabs my collar and kisses me deeply.
"Thank you, so much." she says, her eyes shining.
"Ahem." Craw grins wickedly.
"Goblin?" the woman says firmly. He places documents in front of me, Pansy, and the woman.
"I'm Phoebe Parkinson." she says, and I grin sideways at her. I skim the document.
"So... I'm replacing Malfoy as Pansy's betrothed." I sum up.
"Indeed." Craw nods. Pansy looks reluctant, and I actually study her for once. Harry calls her ugly, but I think he's a bit biased, honestly. Pansy really is quite pretty, with dark brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, a light tan to her skin, and intense dark eyes. The curve of breasts is also visible in the large jacket she wears. Pansy seems to be studying me in much the same way. Phoebe signs it immediately, and I set down the pen.
"What do I get?" I ask.
"Pardon?" Phoebe says.
"Obviously, House Parkinson gets an heir, but what do me and mine get from it?" I ask. Phoebe's mind starts whirring, I note, and then she speaks.
"A monthly income from House Parkinson's vault, and... um, me." Phoebe blushes. Even Craw looks stunned.
"Excuse me, ma'am." Craw says, blinking.
"My husband is smitten with the maid, and I can't blame him. She's Spanish, and drop dead gorgeous. He can wed her, and I'll pledge as concubine to House Delacour, and the title of Lady Parkinson can be held in reserve for Pansy's sixteenth birthday." Phoebe says seriously. I grin widely and nod.
———
Half an hour later, I'm standing in an alley, desperately kissing Phoebe Parkinson-Delacour. Pansy gave me a kiss and a whispered promise of her body, and then took the Portkey she cane her in.
"So." Phoebe grins, her hands on my chest, and her own chest rising and falling rapidly, "Where do I live now?".
"I think Delacour Manor. It's in France. My mother is there, along with a few Veela." I shrug. Phoebe pulls me in closer, and we kiss again, slower this time.
"Thank you for making my daughter happy. Just be sure to keep knocking her up until she has a son. That's very important." Phoebe admonishes. I grin wickedly at the smooth flesh that is now exposed after her shirt was pulled down during our kiss. She pulls it back up, and I kiss the pulse in her neck as she Apparates to the address I rattle off.
I Apparate back to Hogwarts and walk into Lily's room. She's on the floor, sobbing harder than ever.
"I got sacked, James got my kids, and that bitch Amelia Bones is actually James' inside woman. In both senses." Lily cries, and I cradle her in my arms, her hands pulling off my jacket, and then they pull off my shirt.
"Lily?" I gasp as she unbuttons my jeans. She very quickly strips down and straddles me, and I lift her up and into the bed, her long legs wrapping around my waist. She moans as I flop on top of her, and she starts tugging at my underwear, until we're soon fucking like rabbits.
Lily's screaming my name as I pound into her with as much force as I can, and the divorced woman loves it. It's barely any time at all before her perfect body and skilled pussy milk a huge load out of me, and Lily crumples, gasping. I lay on top of her, and stroke her hair until she falls asleep, and I nestle my head into her big tits and pass out myself.
———
16 Years Later...
Lily groans as she wakes up at about 4 AM on a Tuesday. Why? Because it's the only time she can get some room to think and recover. Her son, Ryan Evans, is sixteen now, and is a hungry sex-machine. Although Lily is one of Gideon's 'ageless MILF queens' she still has limits, and Ryan hits them every time. And honestly, she couldn't blame him. In the years since she and Gideon, her now husband, had created Ryan, Lily had become much curvier, and slender from serious workouts. She looked great in a tank top and sweatpants, and Ryan loves her body.
Lily's other children, Harry and McKenzie Potter, are no longer really hers, sadly. Harry is now the esteemed Lord Potter, ruling over James' brothel-town in Northern France. Much to her displeasure, Ryan frequently drags her up there. McKenzie is now one of Gideon's numerous wives, and Ryan definitely has taken a liking to her. She spends half her time working for Harry's personal brothel, the Lightning Rod, and the other half in bed, being dominated by her half-brother.
Lily muses this as Ryan walks out. He has Gideon's silver hair, except for the tips, which are natural red. He's very muscular, and uses his arms to throw Lily and McKenzie around bed like it's nothing. He wraps his strong arms around Lily's smooth stomach, and her body aches to be his. She turns and they kiss, heatedly.
———
James Potter lays in his king-sized bed, grinning. His buxom blond secretary is laying naked beside him, and both are watching Kaylee, the petite little woman, get whipped and spanked by the blond's brother. Kaylee's pained screams fill the night as James turns to kiss his secretary, a woman named Kira. Kira loves her boss, and is actually pregnant with child. Kira's brother is a severe rapist, and James sprung him from prison to give him a show using Kaylee. As per usual, the womanizer couldn't keep his focus on one woman. In fact, James and Kira were working extensively on a design for a brothel, where James has a VIP pass to any woman he desires.
Chapter 18 - Of Queens
I sit up, gasping. I was sweaty from a horrid nightmare, where James Potter had just brutally murdered Lily in front of me. I look down at the girls in my bed. Hermione sleeps peacefully. Susan sleeps with one hand down her pants. She claims that being pregnant makes her irresistibly horny, but she was a proper witch, and proper witches don't have sex while pregnant. Daphne and Cho are curled in each other's arms, Daphne's lips buried into Cho's bust, and I grin at that.
I decide to take a walk, and do so in a worn T-shirt and jeans. I fiddle with a vial of the centaur potion in my pocket. Lily left me about a dozen of them, with three being 14 hours instead of 7. I walk out onto the grounds, and shiver a little. It was very cold this year. The first task of the Triwizard Tournament was in two days, and Harry was very anxious. Sighing, I head towards the forest, and drink the vial as I enter it, and morph quickly into a centaur. My clothes mold into my new, thicker skin, and I walk quicker as I enter the centaur village.
Following the path Cassia led me up when I first came, I end up at the Tauron's private residence. When I get there, I see only Mira, Cassia's mother, sleeping peacefully. I bow in front of her, and slightly nudge her. Her eyes flutter open, and she starts when they lock with mine. Once she settles down, she stands, and I speak.
"Do you know where Cassia is?" I ask.
"Yes. She's with Lena, performing a cleansing ritual on their children." Mira smiles, and steps closer to me.
"And your husband?" I gasp, my powerful horse cock hardening.
"Hunting until noon." Mira whispers, and kisses me. I moan against her powerful lips, and she places a steaming hand on my head, and steps closer into the kiss, until her inhumanly large tits mash against my chest as the kiss deepens.
"You're an excellent kisser." Mira coos, rubbing a soft hand down my jaw, her thumb brushing my mouth.
"You are, too." I say in a low voice, and Mira grins.
"Do you want me? Because I want you..." she gasps.
"Aren't you, like, a queen?" I say, and Mira laughs.
"Yes. But I..." Mira trails off and backs away as Cassia and Lena approach, both girls significantly more pregnant than before.
I embrace Cassa in a hug, marveling at her tits, which must have swelled at least two cup sizes. She winks at my hungry looks, and kisses me sweetly. I glance at her horse part, and see a prominent curve in her stomach.
"Centaur pregnancies only last six months." Lena educates me, "But my little sister seems to have found herself a beast of a man, because she's already halfway done, and only about a month's passed!". Lena laughs, but Cassia looks at me nervously.
"Lena. Let's allow Cassia and her mate to go for a walk." Mira smiles, and I glance quickly at the busty queen, who smiles knowingly at me, and I grin as Cassia takes my hand.
———
The two of us walk hand in hand through the cold forest, and she turns to me once we're about a half mile from the village.
"Gideon. My children are moving along much too fast. Is our daughter's foster mother ready?" Cassia implores, and I wrap her tightly in my arms, and kiss the top of her head.
"Yes. And don't worry." I say, and Cassia snuggles into my arms.
"I don't want to spend the whole time dreading..." Cassia prompts, and jiggles her tits a little, a knowing smile growing on her face as I kiss her heatedly.
———
Kaylee Potter sobs in the shower. Scars from James' latest games sting at the water's crisp touch. She could hear his Muggle bitch, Kira, screaming through the walls. Not only that, but Kaylee couldn't even write Gideon, as James had put a charm on her that alerted him whenever she wrote or cast magic. Her hands rested on the child that James had very demanded, and her sobs grew harder at the thought of this innocent child being raised by James and Kira.
Then, Kaylee was struck with a great idea. She could summon Gideon's house-elf, Gray. Concentrating, she uttered his name softly, and he appeared in front of her, leering at her naked body.
"I need you to deliver a message to your master for me." Kaylee begs, and Gray smirks.
"Tell you what, luv. You give me a kiss and a feel of those jugs of yours, and I'll deliver any message you want." Gray smirks. Kaylee wrestles with disgust, but sighs and gets on her knees.
"You're gonna love this, babe." Gray laughs and grabs her face, before smashing his scaly lips against her soft ones. She gasps in disgust, but he takes the opportunity to shove his surprisingly long tongue into her mouth, his lips engulfing hers in a very dominant kiss. At the point where Kaylee was near choking on his eager tongue, he pulls back. He starts eagerly clawing and groping her breasts, and licks each nipple fondly, and then smirks at Kaylee, who's flushed.
"Alrighty then, miss. I assume it's a plea for salvation?" Gray shrugs. Kaylee nods, not trusting her voice. Gray pops away, and Kaylee takes a shaky breath. Despite the disgust bubbling up inside her, she did truly love Gray's demonstrations, but it was probably because she's been without kissing for so long, it was more the concept of the kiss she loved. But the thought of belonging to a creature like that brought goosebumps to her skin, but she shuddered.
James must be addling her brain, she concludes, and washes herself off forcefully.
———
I wake in Pansy's bed. Gray leers at my sleeping betrothed, and I kick out at him, but he dodges nimbly.
"Hey, Miss Kaylee needs a rescue. She paid me well to deliver that message." Gray chuckles.
"Gray from now on, no exacting prices, you do what they ask, no questions or prices." I snarl, and he nods. Pansy stirs, and Gray salutes, and leers at Pansy's tits, which are nearly popping out of my shirt that she's wearing, before disappearing.
"Hullo, master." Pansy sighs, and rolls on top of me, her dark hair falling in her face. She leans down and kisses me, deeply, until she yelps. We both whip around to see Gray, looking guilty with one finger up Pansy's ass. He pops away quickly.
"Sorry. That's my demented house elf, Gray." I shrug, and Pansy laughs.
"I liked him!" she exclaims, and throws open the curtains around her bed. The dormitory is empty, and she starts to change. I look away when she pushes my face toward the opposite wall, and I turn to see her, dressed in her uniform, smirking. I offer her my arm, which she accepts, and we walk down to the Great Hall.
———
I sit beside an angry Hermione and across from a nervous and pale Harry. I study Hermione, and look to my left to see Parvati, a very pretty Indian girl, sit beside me.
"What's with Hermione?" I ask.
"Oh. Malfoy called her a Mudblood." Parvati says sadly. Sighing, I stand up. I point at Malfoy, who looks terrified.
"You have detention until Easter, which Professors McGonagall and Moody will be supervising. And fifty points from Slytherin. Call my Lady Gryffindor a Mudblood again, and there'll be hell to pay!" I yell, and the whole school, minus the Slytherins who weren't Daphne or Pansy, exploded in cheers. Minerva was grinning wickedly, and she winked at me. Hermione looked overjoyed that I stood up for her, and she brushes her lips softly against mine.
"Sorry, but I have to go help Harry finish off his tactic." Hermione apologizes profusely. I wave her off, and Parvati edges closer once Harry and Hermione, the former of whom was practically being pushed out by the latter, have gone. Before I can turn to speak, Angelina Johnson, a beautiful, willowy black girl with nice curves to her hips, sits in Harry's abandoned seat. Angelina is a sixth year, and she smiles prettily at me.
"Hey. What you just did there, that was really hot. Honestly," Angelina's voice drops to a whisper, "Men who stand up for their woman makes me so hot and bothered. Any chance you and I can have lunch together, say at the Three Broomsticks?" she asks hopefully.
"Sure. Saturday at 12, ok?" I say, and she smiles, and moves back to her seat. Fred and George Weasley both shoot me jealous looks, and I just shrug, before turning to talk to Parvati intensely. Turns out, she's an aspirant for Divination, which my mom is actually pretty skilled at. I offer a class over the summer to Parvati, who seemed elated.
Then, Dumbledore announced it was time to go watch the Tournament!
Chapter 19 - Cursed
I grunt as Fleur's nails dig into my back. It's just after the First Task, where Fleur made a costly choice to win. She ended up coming joint 1st with Harry and Krum, using her special power. See, powerful Veela sometimes have special abilities. Fleur has what Mom calls a 'siren song', capable of entrancing any living creature, making them dizzy and confused. She used it on the dragon she had to face, and now we're celebrating.
She's half straddling me, our lips pushed firmly together, and my hands are up her shirt, one on her smooth back, and one feeling up her DD tits. Her long, bare legs are rubbing against my crotch, as we kiss heatedly. We're laying in a grassy field just outside of the Forbidden Forest. Just as the kisses grow deeply intense, Dumbledore strides up, Minerva beside him.
"Lord Delacour." Dumbledore says stiffly. I groan in annoyance as Fleur deftly rolls off of me. I kiss her one last time in parting, and she gets up and walks away, shooting me a look over her shoulder. Dumbledore walks in the opposite direction of the castle, and I walk briskly behind him, and we soon reach the Black Lake.
"The second task is to retrieve a loved one from the bottom of the lake." Dumbledore says, flicking his wand. I growl as I feel the Fidelius Charm sink into me.
"So?" I ask impatiently.
"The problem with that is that a very hostile community of merfolk live at the bottom." Dumbledore sighs wearily.
"Aren't merpeople friendly?" I ask.
"Normally, yes. But the waters of the Black Lake cursed them. Now they're hideous beings with dark instincts to kill anything they see. Any suggestions?" Dumbledore sighs.
"We could purify them and move them out of the lake if they serve their purpose." I suggest. Minerva's eyebrows go up.
"How do you propose we do that?" Dumbledore says.
"Unicorn horn." I shrug.
"You want us to kill a unicorn?" Minerva gasps.
"No! Just, ask a unicorn to touch a merperson with its horn." I say. Dumbledore considers this.
Then he starts shouting in a strange, foreign language. Minerva pulls me back from the water's edge and far enough back I can't see the creature that rises up. But I understand the screech it lets off.
"Plague, what solace of hell do you offer us?" it screeches.
"An island chain called the Sparkling Seas. We can lift your curse, and transport you from your prison." Dumbledore says in English.
"All we have to do is not kill your puny children?" it shrieks, laughing sharply.
"Yes." Dumbledore says evenly.
"You are a stupid man, Plague. But we accept your offer." it squeaks, and submerges.
"Well, I suppose we should go visit the Sparkling Seas merfolk." Dumbledore says, and grips my forearm, and pulls into an Apparation.
———
We both crumple onto a sandy beach, where seagulls caw and water laps onto the beach, and it's incredibly serene. No people are in sight, and the water truly is sparkling.
"I would speak with the chief of the merfolk in this region!" Dumbledore announces, moving to the edge of the small island. I move to stand beside him, and gasp at the vision that rises from the water.
The face of the mermaid is ethereally beautiful, with dazzling eyes the color of the sea, and full, heart-shaped lips that formed a smile. Wet honey blond hair cascades down her body, and covers her nipples, as she wears no bra, but sports probably immensely large tits, nearly the size of Mira's. Her skin is lightly tanned and her stomach toned and flat, and her tail shines with violet scales.
"Hello, traveler. Who are you, and what business do you have with our chieftain?" the pretty mermaid smiles warmly.
"I am Albus Dumbledore. I am requesting permission to allow new mermaids to join your community in February." Dumbledore says evenly.
"And you?" the mermaid says, turning to smile at me.
"I'm Gideon Delacour. I'm, uh, trying to save some cursed merpeople." I say, stumbling a little on my words. The mermaid beams.
"My name is Coralia. I'm the chief's ambassador. It's a pleasure to meet you. He'll be up shortly." the gorgeous mermaid says, and I swear she winks at me when she said it was a pleasure. Coralia dips back below the surface of the water, and Dumbledore turns to me.
"Beware a mermaid's luster. For no thing shines under the sea." he says sagely, and I roll my eyes when he turns back. A muscular merman emerges, Coralia beside him.
"You claim to be saving cursed merpeople?" the chief addresses me.
"Yes, sir." I nod. The chief nods.
"So long as they are freed from their curse when they arrive here, we accept." the chief nods shortly.
"Father. I wish to be alone with this wizard." Coralia says suddenly. The chief raises an eyebrow.
"I see. Begone, elder wizard! My daughter will have her desires!" the chief exclaims, and Dumbledore obediently Apparates away. Once the chief submerges, Coralia swims closer to me, and I lean into the water. Coralia wraps her arms around my neck, and I wrap mine around the curves of her hips, where the curvaceous hips fade into fishy tail, and lift her into the air. She leans in and kisses me, her wet body soaking my clothes as we kiss, her wrapped up right in my arms. I sigh deeply into the kiss, and her tits compact against mine, and I feel Coralia shudder.
"Set me in the sand." she whispers into my ear. I comply to the mermaid princess. She brushes the hair back and reveals her glorious breasts.
"Do you know how mermaids have babies?" Coralia grins, and beckons me closer. She grips my hand and guides it to a spot on her tail, a small crack between two scales, and my fingers brush it gently, and she shudders wildly.
"Mermaids have pussies?" I gape.
"Yep. Now how about you get in there?" Coralia says, biting her lip. I grin and unbuckle my soaked pants, and toss them aside into the sand. I pull out my cock, and Coralia audibly gasps.
"Do mermen not have cocks?" I frown.
"They do, but they're all small enough to tuck away under a scale." Coralia says, reveling in my size. She takes my hands and lays them on her breasts.
"I want you. Now more than ever!" Coralia begs, and I happily comply, pushing up against the narrow slit. She flaps her tail, and my cock slides in. I gasp loudly. She was so tight it was almost unbearable.
It felt so soft and warm in there, I could hardly control myself. Coralia's animalistic moans and growls don't help much as I slide my entire length inside her incredibly soft pussy. She pulls my head into the soft embrace of her bust, and I suck on one nipple roughly, until juices squirt all over my cock, from three separate places. I grunt loudly and explode inside Coralia. She screams as I do, her voice high and breath, begging for more. I throw back my head, panting, and explode inside her AGAIN, and Coralia succumbs to another orgasm, and the two of us lay there on the beach, convulsing with pleasure.
———
16 Years Later...
Coralia lay in a seaweed bed, resting peacefully. She watches her two children swim and laugh above her. Her two children, Caspian and Asherah, swim races above her. Caspian, Coralia's son, was a muscled merman, and easily outpaced his slim, but ravishingly attractive twin sister, Asherah. Caspian has his mother's honey blond hair, while Asherah has her father's platinum blond. She smiles as her two children swim down to speak with her. Asherah has Gideon's dark blue eyes, Coralia's violet scales, and tits that were even more magnificent than Coralia's, probably speaking of Gideon's powerful Veela heritage.
Caspian has scales the color of Gideon's eyes, a deep blue, and has Coralia's shimmering pale blue eyes. He is also firmly muscled, and popular among the mermaids, of all ages. In fact, Coralia's best friend, Andorra, has spoken about Caspian on several occasions. And Coralia has discovered her twin children experimenting with each other's bodies. Not entirely unimaginable, as both were incredible specimens, and Caspian packed the biggest cock ever to be on a merman. While most could tuck their length under a scale, Caspian's eight inches stick out prominently, and he'd caught his mother staring at it on multiple occasions.
"Hey, Mom. You wanna go find Daddy?" Asherah asks innocently. Coralia knew that Gideon installed a magic pond in his estate so that merpeople on a register can appear inside it, and she also knew that Gideon and Asherah have been spending some 'quality' time together. Coralia glances at her son, and bites her lip.
"You go, Asherah." she smiles, and the teenaged mermaid obeys. Caspian holds out his arms, and his mother settles in them, kissing Caspian fondly. Look how much her son loved his mother, Coralia muses as Caspian kisses her.
———
I Apparate into my chamber at Hogwarts, my clothes in a pile under my arm, and quickly dresses. Susan pokes her head out the bathroom door.
"Hey, babe." she groans, and I hear her gulp and quickly vomit. I wince.
"Where is everyone?" I say, nudging the door open, but she quickly pushes it back closed.
"Daphne's off causing havoc with Pansy, and Cho's in some kind of intelligence contest. Hermione's in the library waiting for you, by the way." Susan adds as an afterthought.
"Ok. Love you." I say, and I leave her in peace.
In the library, I find Hermione bent over genealogical maps and with Veela books scattered around.
"Hey." I greet her, studying the book she's reading.
"Hey. Did you know the Veela were originally magically altered Muggles until they bred with wizards?" Hermione says excitably.
"Nope." I say honestly.
"Oh. Ok, well, this one wizard, John Marion captured 12 beautiful Muggle girls, all aged between 19 and 27, and performed spells like Engorgio on their assets, shaping them into perfect body types, then literally worked the changes into their genetics so that Marion's edits would persist long after his own death. Of the 12 Original Veela, he kept 2, which he made much more endowed than the other 10, which he sold to his friends. The two he kept were Annabelle Eaton and Sophia Jameson. He obviously bred both of them, and they each had their own family trees, which didn't overlap until 1512, when Erik Delacour and Jocelyn Paige had a son." Hermione finishes triumphantly.
"So... I'm related to the two hottest Veela ever?" I grin.
"Yeah. Anyways, so Erik and Jocelyn's son, a man named Liam Delacour, slept around a LOT. He was the first ever male Veela, and obviously did what you're doing. So, Liam ends up having a child with Jocelyn, and the two actually get married after Erik dies. So now Jocelyn and Liam are married, and he freezes her age with potent Veela magic. Jocelyn produces seven children with Liam until Liam dies. Then, Jocelyn disappears, and her eldest daughter with Liam, a girl named Lucy, lives her life, for generations, nothing exciting, and then Jocelyn suddenly reappears, and has three children with a man almost 10 generations later. That's the last time Jocelyn Paige is ever referenced." Hermione continues, and sees the look in my eyes.
"Yes, she was hot." Hermione sighs, "Now, the last recorded children she ever had were all three sons, who all married and lived lives, until the youngest son's wife was captured and tried to turn into a pure Veela. It worked for seven months. Then the girl went crazy, killed her husband, and produced nearly 18 children, all to different men. She was eventually put down, now more beast than human. Generations later, the experiment is done again to another descendant of Annabelle and Sophia, and this one works for a year and a half, long enough for your grandmother to be born. Then your great-grandmother killed her husband, and again went mad with breeding, but was found and killed before she could make even a single child." Hermione says.
"Wow. Seems like a crazy bloodline." I say.
"Yeah, and you know what's even crazier? This guy, Nicolas Flamel? Rumor was he died during our first year of school, but he was very recently spotted in Germany. But he worked with John Marion on creating Annabelle and Sophia." Hermione says animatedly.
"So... you think that he has information on my family?" I ask curiously.
"Well, yes. He might be able to lead us to Jocelyn Paige, and even give us the formula to make a true Veela. And there's still other descendants of the true Veela out there. I do know that the Evans family briefly tangled with one of a true Veela's descendants, but there's no record of there being a child. But I bet Nicolas Flamel can lead us to Jocelyn and the other ten heirs." Hermione says excitably.
"Why do you care so much? Obviously it's thrilling, but why research this?" I ask.
"Well, it started with Fleur's siren song. I was trying to see if that kind of ability was hereditary, and I kind of discovered the fascinating history of the Veela." Hermione shrugs.
"Ok. Why don't you, me, and Fleur go visit Flamel?" I smirk.
"Just you and me?" Hermione tries. I consider this, then press my lips to her forehead.
"Ok. Let's go." I grin.
Chapter 20 - Flamel
Hermione and I are standing in the cold rain in a German alley, where she's trying to cast a Locator spell. She's tracked down the spot the photo was taken, and is trying to glean any evidence, when I look up and see a man who looks like a younger version of the man in the photo.
"Petrificulus Totalus!" I yell, and the man's limbs snap together. Hermione and I dart over to him, where he's already thrown off the jinx and is sprinting down the street. I outpace Hermione in a sprint, and tackle the man easily, and we both roll. Hermione pushes the man to the ground, her wand aimed threateningly.
"We just want to talk." she says.
"Fine. I suppose it was just a matter of time." the man sighs.
"Are you Nicolas Flamel?" Hermione asks.
"Not here!" he hisses. I grip his arm as he leads us down an alley and into a secret door in the bricks, and into a rather spacious house. I study the man closer as we settle down. He has thick shocks of black hair, and a kind face. He looks about forty, not like he's the oldest wizard ever.
"Nic?" a beautiful voice calls out, and a woman of maybe thirty walks out, who has shoulder length wavy blond hair, dark green eyes, and an incredible body with large tits, a skinny waist, thick hips, and a big ass.
"My wife, Perenelle." Nicolas says, sinking into an armchair.
"Gideon Delacour." I say, and both Nicolas and Perenelle start.
"Delacour?" Perenelle asks hesitantly.
"Yes. That's why we're here, actually. We know Nicolas did work on Annabelle and Sophia, who are the matriarchs of the Delacour lineage." Hermione offers. Nicolas sags into the armchair.
"Oh. I vowed to never again interfere with their descendants after the tragedy surrounding Esther Delacour." Nicolas sighs.
"That's the woman who went mad!" Hermione exclaims, "You did that?".
"One of my biggest regrets. But I didn't do the most recent one." Nicolas cuts in.
"So... do you have the formula to make pure Veela?" I ask.
"Of course I do, just look at my wife!" Nicolas chuckles. Perenelle blushes.
"But I think you came seeking Jocelyn Paige." Perenelle smiles knowingly. I shrug.
"The constant breeding excites you, doesn't it?" Nicolas grins. I nod swiftly.
"Well, lucky for you, Jocelyn Paige is my mother. You and I are actually related Gideon." Perenelle smiles. Hermione looks intensely jealous of Perenelle, and I am completely oblivious.
"Is she still alive?" I ask.
"Oh, yes. She's living in southern Sweden. She prefers the solitude, I think. My mother is a piece of art. Nicolas gave her a pure Veela transformation, and took an already incredible woman, and made her so incredible that men literally can't keep their hands off of her." Perenelle laughs.
"What about the other 10 originals? They have modern-day heirs, too, right?" Hermione asks.
"Yes. Houses Potter, Malfoy, Greengrass and Bones, Parkinson, Patil, Vector, Clearwater, Johnson, and Ashton. Oh, and a Muggle family, Evans." Nicolas recites.
"Wait a minute. With the exception of Ashton, I'm involved with a woman in every single one of those houses." I say, dumbfounded.
"The youngest Ashton married recently. Her name's Kaylee, I believe." Perenelle reminded Nicolas. My jaw drops.
"Seriously? So, every house, then." I shake my head.
"Who are you involved with in the Malfoy family?" Hermione asks, stunned at the turn of events.
"I own Narcissa Malfoy, according to my contract about House Delacour." I mutter.
"That's insane." Nicolas shakes his head.
"What about Clearwater?" she asks.
"That was my mom's maiden name." I shrug.
"So... the heirs are McKenzie, Narcissa, Daphne and Susan, Pansy, Parvati, Septima, Apolline, Angelica, and Kaylee?" Hermione asks.
"Well, those aren't the only ones." Nicolas shrugged, "Some are multiple births, and one of their parents is an heir too, or they have children.".
"Gideon, let's take a walk." Perenelle suggests, and I hurriedly agree. I offer her my arm, which she accepts, as she leads me down the alley and we walk down to a canal. She leans against the railing, and I copy her.
"So. Your girl didn't look happy, is she your only non-descendant conquest?" Perenelle asks, nudging my shoulder with hers. I turn to look at her.
"I have a couple others." I shrug.
"But to her, it's a sign she'll always be unworthy. So, when she turns seventeen, bring her here. She's Muggle-born. Right?" Perenelle checks.
"Yeah." I nod.
"Good. Nicolas and I can make her a pure Veela, but we've discovered it has to be a Muggle or Muggle-born. Direct wizard blood corrodes the effect." Perenelle says, and I notice the fantasy woman scoots closer to me, and I draw closer to her, and then we're kissing. Her hands come up to grab my shoulders and then travel up to my face, as I grip her thick hips. She kisses with expert ease, entirely confident in her own body, and in her skill. I'm dripping pre-cum when Perenelle finally pulls back.
"Full blood Veela are pretty great, huh?" she smirks sexily. I gasp my agreement, and Perenelle laughs, and brushes my hair out of my face, and kisses me warmly. I can't help it, I cum in my pants. Perenelle groans in pleasure as I do, and I flush, but she just pulls my head into her immense tits, and shoved her hand down my pants, and tries to gather up my cum in her hand. I moan into her tits as she occasionally grasps or strokes my quivering cock as she gathers up all the cum, and then starts sucking her fingers eagerly.
Her clean hand pushes my head further into her melons, and I oblige, and Perenelle visibly orgasms as I kiss the sensitive skin in the valley between her breasts through her shirt. Perenelle's hips slam against me, and then I just barely catch her as she slumps. I cradle her in my arms, and a he sighs contently, and wraps her arms around my neck, and I lift her bridal style. She squeezes my neck tightly, and we Apparate away.
———
We appear in a flat plain in view of a large wooden house. I set down Perenelle, and we walk, the pure Veela on shaky legs, and then I knock on the door when we get there. It's opened by a woman who looks much like an older Perenelle, except her hair falls down much longer, and she has bigger tits. This woman is probably about forty-five, but is still incredibly gorgeous.
"Mother, this is our descendant, Gideon." Perenelle smiles.
"I don't use that word here. If you are my children's children, you are either my son or my daughter. And you, my handsome boy, are my son." the woman says in a sultry Middle Eastern accent.
"Of course, Mother." I grin. The woman, presumably Jocelyn Paige, pulls me into her pillowy embrace and we kiss softly and slowly, until Perenelle's lips join in, and Jocelyn shifts her lips so both women kiss me at the same time, and I have four tits mashed against my chest, and I'm in heaven, as Jocelyn's hand goes down my pants, and unbuckles my jeans, while Perenelle pulls out my cock, and both her and Jocelyn stare at it. It's thirteen solid inches of thick meat, and Jocelyn bites her lip.
"It's been so long." she gasps.
"Mother, seriously?" Perenelle says, licking her lips hungrily.
"My baby boy is so big!" Jocelyn gasps, pulling my head into her massive tits. I'm in heaven, as Perenelle bends over and pulls down her pants. She slides her pussy onto my cock, and I grunt and cum inside her as soon as I'm balls-deep, which is basically instantly.
"Don't feel bad, baby. Nicolas cums before he even makes it a foot near it, and no man has ever gone more than five seconds in a pure Veela." Perenelle laughs. With Jocelyn purring and cooing sweet incestual desires into my ear, my cock is almost immediately ready to go again, and Jocelyn strips down and pulls my head back into her now bare tits, which I start licking as Jocelyn sits on my cock. I grunt at the feeling of the MILF, and she groans.
"I've not been this full in so many years!" Jocelyn screams, and Perenelle sits beside me, and starts kissing Jocelyn while I bounce the MILF on my cock while pleasuring her tits. Jocelyn orgasms in ferocious, squirting messes three times, before I finally explode deep inside her.
"You... just set... the record... for.. ah... time in a pure Veela!" Jocelyn pants hungrily. I laugh and fall back onto the floor, where my two pure Veela girls snuggle under each of my arms, and the three of us pass out.
———
16 Years Later...
Perenelle Flamel-Delacour gasps and moans throatily as her son, Jace Delacour, sucks hungrily on her nipples. Jace was nearing his sixteenth birthday, but thanks to Gideon's influence, not only had Jace been trained to specifically pleasure pure Veela women, but he also hasn't gone a day without Perenelle's fresh milk his whole life. Jace wasn't complaining, though. Perenelle's age had been frozen when she was 32, and she was desperately glad her body could support the kind of strain Jace put on it, between the constant fucking and brutal ass fucks, as well as sweet kisses that last for hours, and hungry suckling of her nipples.
Jocelyn Paige-Delacour watches her daughter, Jessica Paige, pleasure her father expertly. Jessica was trained in pleasuring Gideon, and with her big tits, especially big for a fifteen year old girl, she was perfectly Gideon's type. Jocelyn loves watching her husband and daughter fuck like rabbits, it made her happy, especially when three months ago, Gideon had gotten Jessica pregnant. That made Jocelyn so hot, especially when he'd then turned around and knocked up Jocelyn AGAIN!
Chapter 21 - Cold Winter
The snow came to Hogwarts swiftly that year. Since their return from the Flamels', Hermione and I have grown a good deal closer. But as November faded into December, I soon found myself drinking a special 24 hour centaur transformation potion on the morning of the 4th in preparation of my wedding to Cassia. Tomorrow evening, however, me and my ladies were actually heading to my estate in France for the holidays.
———
I tread softly through the falling snow, walking powerfully with four legs. I didn't feel cold, fortunately, or at least, I didn't feel it the same way a human did. I brush some of the snow from my shoulder as I approach the centaurs' haven, and smile, seeing Cassia's mother, Mira, ordering some centaurs who are building a wedding arch. Seeing you, she sends you a beautiful and intimate smile, one that you doubt she gives to everyone as she points wordlessly to the tree's canopy. I nod my thanks and hurry up there.
Atop the tree, I find Lena laying on her side, panting and sweating desperately.
"Are you OK?" I say, taking her hand. She moans.
"No." says Lena "My babies are coming right now!". I awkwardly get on my knees. Lena gasps and squeezes my hand tightly as she sucks in a pained breath.
"Stay?" Lena begs.
"I'll stay." I promise, and brush the sweaty black hair off her face as she screams again.
———
Within the hour, Lena is being fed on hungrily by baby centaurs. Two girls and a boy. Because Lena only had two nipples, she gave her new son one, and her two daughters shared the other. She cradles her son in her arms, and smiles tiredly at me.
"Do they have names?" I ask.
"Yes. This is Rowan, my son. And that's Marisa and Marigold." Lena says, slumping against me. I wrap my arms around my future sister in law's stomach, and she stifles a gasp as Rowan tugs her nipple accidentally. Lena helps her children with their feeding, and then the foals snuggle against her horse side, falling asleep quickly. Lena then turns to me with ample love in her eyes.
"Thank you. For staying with me. My husband's currently on a diplomatic mission to the wilder clans. We weren't expecting the babies until much later in the month." Lena admits, snuggling closer into my embrace.
"No problem." I assure the striking centaur princess. Lena turns back to me, her dark eyes wide and trusting as she drags her lips up my jaw softly, and meet mine in a kiss. It's a very sweet kiss, and tastes of the berries Lena prefers, and I cherish the feeling of Lena's body pressing against mine. Lena draws back.
"You're not marrying until midnight, so do you mind if I sleep with you?" Lena asks, audibly exhausted. I kiss her forehead, and nod. Lena snuggles up against my broad arms and I hold her tightly as she drifts off.
"What are you doing?" Mira asks, her voice making me start slightly.
"Lena was tired from giving birth." I explain calmly. Mira gasps.
"I have grandchildren?" she smiles, and walks around Lena's sleeping body, to look at the triplets sleeping against her side.
"The boy's Rowan, the girls are Marisa and Marigold." I say softly, and Lena stirs slightly in my arms.
"They're perfect." Mira says, smiling widely. Mira kisses Lena's forehead.
"Rest well, child." Mira says softly. She smiles and turns to me.
"Romulus needs to speak with you." Mira says apologetically.
"I promised Lena I'd stay." I say, and Mira smiles.
"So gallant. But I'm afraid it's very urgent. If she wakes, I'll explain what pulled you away from her." Mira smiles, and I nod, slowly pulling back.
"You'll find him at a pond a half mile south of the tree." Mira says, and I nod, and trot down the path. I ask someone for directions south, and then I'm tearing through the forest, whooping at my own speed, before I emerge into a clearing, dominated by a glassy lake.
———
"My boy." Romulus says, and grips my forearm tightly in a firm hand shake as I approach.
"King Romulus." I bow.
"Eh, enough bowing. You will soon be my son, and you make my youngest daughter very happy, lucky for you." Romulus grins.
"So... your queen said you had something urgent?" I ask, and Romulus nods.
"Indeed. The matter of kingship." Romulus says. He pulls out a scroll.
To the Function of Tauran Kingship
King Romulus,
Your rule is drawing to a close. With the wedding of Princess Cassia Tauron, your throne will be subjected to her husband until the couple produces a centaur male. That male will eventually mate with his mother and become the King. Of course, relations between Princess Cassia and her suitor may continue, but she will be the woman of her son's bed.
Signed,
The Royal Courts of the Eternal Wood
———
"So... Cassia will marry our son?" I ask flatly.
"Yes. On his thirteenth birthday, actually. Don't worry, Cassia is still free to love you, but her body legally belongs to another." Romulus shrugs.
"What about you?" I ask, "You never had a male heir.".
"Indeed. Mira detests my cock, and as such, we only had two children. Most centaur couples have six or seven." Romulus sighs wearily, "In fact, I was thinking of allowing you to marry Mira as well. After all, if Cassia is to be married to your son, I should give up my wife to my son.". I hide my delight and nod solemnly.
"Now! My daughter is finalizing preparations for her wedding night, so you best go tell Mira she's to wed you!" Romulus laughs heartily.
———
Suffice it to say, Mira was delighted. So, at midnight, I stand in the snow, facing two extraordinarily beautiful creatures. Cassia wears a tight white corset and a lace blanket over her horse back. Mira wears much the same, except a glittering sapphire crown sits upon her head. Romulus stands opposite me, holding a goblet.
"This is the Holy Cup. Within it lies the blessing of our gods, and so, whomever drinks shall be unified in the name of the heavens until death do them part." Romulus announces. Cassia sips from the Holy Cup. Mira kisses its' side before sipping, and I drink a hearty amount. I gasp slightly as it seems to refuel my body.
"You may kiss your brides." Romulus says, and I step closely into a deep kiss with Cassia, and then I grab Mira's hand and pull her in close, so the three of us are all kissing each other at the same time. When we do break apart, I scan the crowd, and see Lena laying down, Marisa and Marigold by her side while Rowan eagerly sucks her big, swollen nipples. Lena strokes his head and moans softly. Cassia and I walk hand in hand over to her, and Rowan looks up at Mira's tits as she joins me.
"No, baby. You get my big milk jugs. Drink up, hon." Lena coos, kissing Rowan's forehead and guiding him back to her nipple. Lena looks sultrily at you.
"I have another nipple, if you want some." she smirks. I do, desperately. Lena pushes up her free breast, and I kneel in front of her and start eagerly suckling, tasting Lena's milk, which is cool and sweet. Lena's loud moans fill the quiet night, as her hand pushes my head deeper against her big tit. Cassia eventually pulls me back.
"C'mon. Leave my sister alone." she says, and I nod. Lena waves goodbye as we walk away, and Cassia blushes furiously. Mira stays with Lena, and the two women struggle to keep Rowan on Lena's breasts. Cassia and I kiss in the dark.
"Give me a month, and I'll have lactating tits for you." Cassia grins. I laugh, and kiss her again.
———
In the afternoon of the next day, I'm standing in Dumbledore's office, sitting in a loveseat with Hermione, while Daphne and Cho argue about bust sizes, and Susan idly tries to keep her now milk-swollen melons from breaking her bra. Dumbledore finally walks in and flicks his wand at the fireplace.
"Enjoy your holidays!" he says, and we all five step into the Floo fires, yelling "Delacour Manor.".
We emerge in my living room. It's empty, and then Mom walks around the corner in a tank top (which showed off her eight month pregnant stomach, and her tits, which were solidly two cup sizes larger.
"Gideon!" she laughs, giddily jumping into my arms, and we kiss. I stroke her back as we do kiss, and I laugh as Mom squeezes my cock through my pants, and then pushes me back.
"Who are these lovely women?" she smiles.
"This is Lady Gryffindor, Hermione Granger. Lady Slytherin, Daphne Greengrass. Lady Ravenclaw, Cho Chang. Lady Hufflepuff, Susan Bones." I introduce. Mom smiles warmly.
"I'm so glad that Gideon found you four. I feel like you're the only reason he's not killed himself accidentally by now." Mom laughs, and Hermione laughs, too. Daphne smirks and Cho hides a grin. Susan snorts in amusement.
"And I see that Ms. Bones and I are in a similar situation!" Mom smiles at Susan. Both girls are pregnant, and Susan smiles.
"Your tits are getting huge, aren't they? It's his Veela blood, they usually swell two to three sizes." Mom says sympathetically. Susan nods.
"We can go bra-shopping, if you want." Mom offers.
"That would be bloody fabulous!" Susan says, beaming.
"Good! Now, let's show you girls where you're sleeping?" Mom says, looking at me.
"You go on ahead." I say, and Mom shrugs, leading the girls away as I duck into the kitchen. Selena and Vega are standing there, beaming. They both wear shirts with plunging necklines, showing off their hefty busts. Selena, with her dark hair, and Vega, with her dusky red hair, both lunge for me. Vega gets there first, leaping into the my arms, her long, long legs wrapping around my hips, and kissing me ferociously. Selena pouts, and Vega jumps down deftly and kisses Selena cheekily as Selena leans in and kisses me fully.
"Ooh, that's it! Nicely done, Selena." Vega comments, smirking at my raging hard on.
Chapter 22 - 6th Year
Two years later...
I groan slightly as Angelina's fingers slide up my chest. Shooting me a sly look, the girl tips back her head and kisses me fully on the lips. I shudder a little as the dark skinned beauty kisses down my jaw and down my neck, before trailing back up, and just as we lock into a more passionate kiss, with my hands sliding down Angelina's short shorts, the door to my room opens, and Angelina swears profusely, rolling lightly off of me. I glare at my mother, who stands in the doorway. She smiles tiredly at me and Angelina.
"Hey, baby. It's almost time for you to head out to school." she sighs, and I push to my feet, and wrap her hourglass MILF body in my arms, and she sighs into my shoulder.
"You OK?" I ask, stroking her back.
"Yeah. But Andre demands so much from me. He slurps down so much milk, and likes to grope my tits." Mom groans, referencing Andre Delacour, our son. I kiss her forehead, and look back at Angelina. Angelina Johnson, now an adult witch, is in a grey tank top and short jean shorts, showing off her long, dark legs, something which drew men's eyes to her instantly. I lean down and kiss Mom fully on the lips, and she moans into the kiss.
"We should go." Angelina says, touching my shoulder. Since our very successful date in fourth year, Angelina and I had grown very close. I was sad she wasn't at Hogwarts this year, but I did get to pick my vacation to be whenever I want. So, there's that. I kiss Mom again swiftly and follow my dark skinned girlfriend out the door, and Angelina and I bump into Jocelyn and Abigail. Both incredible women, Jocelyn has taken up the draining job of keeping Aera, my daughter with Cassia, healthy. Considering she was a magical creature, Aera needed twice the milk, and only a pure Veela can do that. Abigail is cradling our son, Simon.
"Lucky guy." I laugh, and kiss Abigail and Jocelyn deeply. Vega and Selena were actually in a traveling prostitution show now, and they only stayed at my manor in December and April, but Abigail stayed with me. Perenelle Flamel often visits, usually ending in another me, Jocelyn, and her three-way, as I was now fully capable of lasting inside a true Veela.
Jocelyn pulls me into her luscious bust, and I kiss the cleavage showing in her revealing violet shirt. Angelina grabs my hand and physically drags me to the door, and I find Fleur leaning against it. My older sister jumps into my arms, her long legs wrapping around my waist, as her hands lace around my neck, I lean up and we kiss vibrantly.
"Momma!" a little girl shrieks, giggling. Fleur groans softly against my lips and regrettably dismounts to pick up our daughter, Victoire Weasley.
"Hi, baby!" Fleur beams, and lifts her up. Fleur gives me one last kiss, sweet and slow.
"Have fun at school, babe!" she yells over her shoulder. Angelina shakes her head.
"Is there any woman living here you're not sexually involved with?" Angelina groans, exasperated. I poke Angelina's side, and she swats my hands.
"Not with Aera or Victoire. Yet." I grin wickedly, and Angelina pushes me as we walk down the path to the main gate of the Delacour Estate. Angelina was accompanying me because she actually worked as a trainee on the Holyhead Harpies. She did however vow to keep me far away from them, considering the numerous sexual rumors surrounding them. So, Angelina is hitching a ride with Molly Weasley, who's going to one of their games. Parked past the gate was Arthur Weasley's illegal car, which Ginny and Ron were crammed into the backseat of. Harry was riding shotgun beside Molly. I put my stuff in the boot, and slid into the car next to Ginny. Angelina looked at the little space between me and the door, and promptly sat in my lap, and closed the door.
I swear that Ginny looked a little miffed when Angelina sat down, but I've never been sure entirely. We all rode to King's Cross Station, flying over the water between France and Britain, considering with Voldemort's return, Floo powder and Apparation could be unreliable. Made traveling a right pain in the ass, though.
When we all unloaded, Angelina flings herself at me and kisses me very passionately. I hug the dark woman very tightly, and she sighs sweetly, before pushing me backwards.
"Go to school!" she mock chides, and I laugh, and grab my trunk. I fall in step beside Harry as we walk. Harry's family was ravaged in fourth year, with there being a massive custody battle, where James seized McKenzie and is currently using her as a private whore for him and his buddies, but the Ministry ignores that. Lily only just got to keep Harry, and can't even get her job back, no matter my pull. Then, James' second wife, Kaylee, fled with my assistance, and now lives in a secretive cottage by the coast of the ocean down in Southern Spain. We've met up a couple times, and Kaylee had a strange intimacy with my house elf. Fortunately, that never went anywhere, and Kaylee and I just got married this June.
As Harry, Ginny, Ron, and I loaded up our luggage and boarded the train, I found myself accosted by Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown. I openly gape at Lavender. She was a little chubby during fourth and fifth year, but she's now changed into a very curvy young woman. Ron notices too, but he slips away quickly, leaving me to be seized by the two girls and dragged quickly into an empty compartment. Parvati pulls her shirt off with practiced ease, and the Indian beauty pushes up against me, and we kiss heatedly, and then Parvati scoots aside to let Lavender push against me, her mouth eager and untested. I grip her very thick hips tightly, and I push back against her mouth roughly, and she gasps loudly, especially as Parvati spanks Lavender's delicious looking ass.
Lavender helps slightly as Parvati does so. The devious Indian girl nudges Lavender aside and kisses me warmly, as my hands fiddle with the bra strap, but she swats me away. I moan desperately as Parvati's soft hands slide down my jeans. She grips my large cock with both hands, and expertly milks a load from it, swinging her long leg up to my hip and then sucking her fingers to clean off my cum. Parvati laughs, and shoves her finger at Lavender, who tries it hesitantly. Her face lights up, and Lavender's hands are soon down my pants too, sopping up Parvati's mess. I grin at the two girls, and Parvati blows me a kiss as I cast a quick cleaning charm down my pants and step out, closing the door behind me to let Parvati get dressed in peace.
———
I'm laying on a bench in the Express, my head in Hermione's lap. Only Daphne sits across from us, Susan and Cho both being prefects. Hermione was prefect, but a mishap during fifth year had led power-mad Umbitch to take Hermione's title, something even I couldn't give back. So now, Ginny was the other prefect.
"Did you have a good summer?" I ask.
"It was fun when you visited." Daphne smirks. It was true. Daphne was two months pregnant from me visiting her family in June. I'd also banged her mom, Emma, but Daphne didn't need to know that. Hermione laughs musically.
"I had fun when you came, too." Hermione smiles, and I think back to my early July trip to the Granger house. Hermione's mom wasn't half as ravishingly gorgeous as Emma, but Mrs. Kate Granger was a tall woman with full D cup tits, and nice curves to her hips and thighs, and we'd had fun in bed, as Mr. Scott Granger didn't satisfy his size queen of a wife. Hermione has no clue I did anything like that with Kate, as Hermione and I hadn't even slept together. We had gotten the most intimate we had, with heavy groping in our underwear. I respected Hermione's wish to only have kids after she was legally an adult.
I jolted as the train stopped at Hogwarts. I changed quickly, and Daphne wolf-whistled, and I spanked her playfully as we emerged from the compartment.
———
McKenzie Potter lay in a pool of tears, sobbing her eyes out. Her cruel and abusive father, James, stood over her, roughly squeezing her new DD cups. They were natural Cs, but to her disgust, James had forced her through a Muggle procedure to swell up her tits to DD. As James abused her, Kenzie's thoughts were with her ex-betrothed Gideon, though she still loved him. She yearned for the feel of him, as all she felt now was pain. Kenzie lashed out, but James caught her leg, and followed it to her pussy, and she screams as James pulls out a massive dildo and uses it to rape his daughter.
Chapter 23 - Bedded Union
I wake up, groggy. It takes me several moments to collect myself in the quiet darkness. I feel around the bed I sleep in, and my hands find a girl's body, I can tell by the generous curves of her hips. I don't think much of who and intimately cuddle with them. I feel their soft hands wrap around my neck, and the girl pushes firmly against my chest, and I awkwardly fumble in the dark until my lips press against hers, a desperate, longing kiss in the darkness.
I lowered my lips down to the girl's jaw, and down her neck in quick, sharp kisses, until I was fondly teasing the cleavage of this girl with my mouth, feeling her shudder and quake in my arms. An unfamiliar moan cuts through the silence, and I tense. Grabbing my wand, I cast Lumos, and gape at the girl who I'm partly straddling. My eyes don't comprehend it fast enough to beat the girl's words.
"Surprise?" Ginny Weasley smiles nervously.
———
Looking back on it, I probably should have cared, but I just extinguished the light and bent down to kiss her deliberately. She purrs against my mouth like a kitten, no longer afraid to make noise. We roll around in the bed, Ginny making many noises, as we kiss desperately, my hand up her shirt and eagerly groping her tits, and Ginny's long legs were wrapped around my waist, and the red headed temptress was kissing me furiously.
"Ginny?" Ron's voice calls, and my lover swears against my mouth.
"What?" Ginny yells out.
"I can't find Gideon!"
"So go look harder!" Ginny yells and I hear Ron's angry footfalls receding. I feel the smirk of Ginny's mouth as we kiss again, and I start undressing the fifteen year old girl. She purrs softly into my cheek as my hands brush her stomach, and I slide off her shorts, and I quickly strip until we're both naked, and a sweaty Ginny sinks onto my cock, and yells profusely, my hands reaching out and squeezing her big, perky breasts, and Ginny started bouncing expertly on my cock, and soon, passion had overwhelmed us both.
Chapter 24: Epilogue - Aftermath
Epilogue
I stepped over a fallen body, on the long walk across the ruined courtyard. The Battle of Hogwarts had ended in an ultimate victory, but the prices of victory were incredibly high. My lovers and family had been warded safely at Delacour Estates for the duration of the war, while I battled beside Harry, Ron, and Hermione trying to destroy Voldemort's Horcruxes.
I was looking for my friends, when I encountered Nymphadora Tonks sobbing over the body of Remus Lupin, her husband. Nymphadora was cradling her son, Teddy Lupin, and I came up beside her and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. The extremely pretty Metamorphagus looked up at me with a soft smile on her face. I crouched beside her, and offered to hold Teddy, which she accepted. As she handed off the baby, it was like a massive load was taken off her shoulders.
"Dora. If you ever need anything, anything at all, don't ever hesitate to ask me." I said sincerely. Dora smiled wearily.
"Can you just take Teddy for a few hours?" she said tiredly. I nodded and gave her a one arm hug, before walking off. In the Great Hall, I was accosted by Pansy Parkinson. Her parents had fought with Voldemort in the war, while Pansy, like most Slytherins, left the castle rather than pick sides.
"Whose baby did you steal?" Pansy tried to cheer me up as we walked, but I just offered her a smile. She nodded and kissed me lightly.
"I know what you lost. Just... hang in there." Pansy said and walked off. What Pansy was referring to was the deaths of Fred Weasley and Padma Patil. Fred and I were extraordinarily good friends, and Padma and I had banged a few times, mostly with Parvati, who was devastated. Holding Teddy, I moved to stand beside Harry and Hermione. Ron was with the other Weasleys, trying to keep each other together, after Fred's loss shattered them.
"War sucks." Harry said conclusively.
"I'd drink to that." I muttered, and Hermione snorted.
"You'd drink to anything!" Hermione said, probably referencing the time I drank to snow falling while I was at Hermione's house, and ended up making out with her mom, Kate. Kate had enjoyed it immensely, and I'd received a couple letters from her. Course, Hermione didn't know that she'd followed up. Harry looked similarly broken to the Weasleys, and I recalled Lupin was Harry's father figure of sorts. And Harry was quite close to Fred, too. Nymphadora came back later and went home with Teddy, thanking me for the break to mourn. I sent her off with a hefty bag of Galleons, considering that my bank account was now the total sums of Delacour, Clearwater, Parkinson, and Malfoy, after Lucius had been killed in the war, Narcissa had, shockingly, declared me the new Lord Malfoy, and planned to marry me in autumn.
1 Year Later...
I smiled at Aera, my half-centaur daughter. She was four now, and was walking about like a she-demon. The year since the great tragedy had been a year of healing for wizarding families. Nymphadora (or Nym, as she let me call her now) and her mother, Andromeda, have both become official delegates of House Delacour to help with the costly payments of being a single mother. Andromeda's husband, Ted, was killed in the war, so she and Nym live together with Teddy.
Ron married Lavender Brown, and she was already expecting a child. I neglected to mention to Ron how often Lavender and I had sex in the sixth year, even after her and Ron started dating.
Harry married Ginny Weasley, and they have not yet made a baby, mostly because Ginny keeps coming over to my house to get her brains fucked out, but I doubt that's a problem.
Hermione and I got married, and had a daughter named Rose. We were very happy, especially because my harem has shrunk slightly. I negotiated to release Pansy's mother from contract as she married a Muggle. Selena, one of the Veela I met at the Quidditch World Cup, went on a pornographic tour and never came back. Kaylee, James Potter's ex-wife, did live with us now, and we were very happy, but Kenzie Potter was still James' property. Harry and I had schemed for a while to free her, but legally, James was untouchable.
The centaurs I met in the Forbidden Forest, fled during the war, and I can't find them. I only have Aera to remember them by, and Cassia and Mira both have a son of mine to remember me by.
As I played with Aera, and Victoire waddled in, I laughed. I wholly believed the best days were ahead of us, and as my mother, Apolline Delacour, walked in and kissed me softly, I knew I was irrevocably tied to these women, with all my heart.
End