As the evening classes came to a close, the Gryffindors finished their potion lessons with the Slytherins.
Professor Black sat on the edge of her desk, drawing Harry's eye with her tight, snug skirt wrapped around her large womanly hips and soft thighs. Particularly, his eyes were driven at her tight, taut belly in her figure-hugging corset… trying to peer through the illusion of her slender, perfect stomach to see the growing bump of pregnancy she concealed from the class of students.
Harry smiled with satisfaction. His plans for tonight had been annoyingly delayed by the Goblet of Fire. Not just in the arrival of the other schools, but with quite the unfortunate mishap involving the DADA Professor.
Since the term began, Harry had slowly told Narcissa all the crazy nonsense that had happened over his three years at Hogwarts. Partially to tell his new love about his life and partially hoping that he'd actually have a Professor taking his side when things went wrong next time.
That was all he expected. But when Narcissa heard his stories, she placed a sweet kiss on his cheek and whispered in his ear, "I won't let it happen again." He took those words as a small comfort...
...until the Goblet of Fire arrived. The evening after the Champions were chosen and the hubbub of the castle began to die down... Narcissa pulled Harry aside and escorted him to Dumbledore's office.
Inside, Harry found a whole mess of people. Aurors in red robes, led by an intimidating, dark-skinned man. On the floor, there was a grimy, dirty man who looked to be suffering from a horrible burn. His name was Barty Crouch Junior, or so Harry learned.
He was apparently masquerading as Professor Moody the entire beginning month at Hogwarts... and had taken a slip of Harry's homework containing Harry's name, written in his own handwriting, to the Goblet of Fire.
He was a marked Death Eater, trying to get Harry killed in this tournament.
But he failed...
Realizing that this tournament was the easiest thing to make an attempt on Harry's life this year at the castle, Narcissa was suspicious of Dumbledore's protections. She placed her own little trap on the Goblet, one that would only spring if 'someone approached with malicious intent'.
(That was a lie she told to Dumbledore and the Aurors. Later she would reveal to Harry that the trap was for ANYONE holding paper with Harry's name written. Knowing that he had no plans to enter himself)
Harry fell in love with his new wife all over again.
He was furious there was a Death Eater so close without him aware. He realized something terrible could have easily happened to his women. Especially the day they practiced Unforgivables. It was only because 'Moody' had taunted Nevile's fear of the curses, offering any student who was 'too scared' a chance to leave. Harry seized that chance to ditch class for sex with his girlfriends, inadvertently sparing them from the Imperious Curse.
All that mess brought Harry back to earth for a while. He'd been so IMMERSED in wanton sex with his growing harem that even he had momentarily forgotten how dangerous this castle could be.
So, he began a few plans with Narcissa. Some of them were for the girls' protection...
...and some of them...
Narcissa called them out, "Ah, yes, and Miss Granger, please stay behind with Mr. Potter if you will. I'd like to work out the details of this little 'Potions Study' group you are creating…"
The Professor said this so convincingly that she had the whole class fooled. In the short two months at Hogwarts, Narcissa had won the hearts of the whole castle with her competence, beauty, and noble demeanor. Her sharp features demanded obedience from the men, while her incredible beauty and charm won the women.
So, as she used this pretense of a 'study group' as an excuse to spend many hours after class with Harry and Hermione in private… the class didn't even bat an eye.
Only Draco gave him a sneer as he left.
Once they were alone, Harry was on top of her. Narcissa softly gasped as he jerked her shapely legs open, drawing in close to hold her waist and steal her lips in a passionate kiss.
Hermione watched from the side, a little excited grin on her face as she started feeling amorous watching them. She softly squeezed in beside them, resting her soft bum on Narcissa's desk and jerking up her skirt to slip her fingers down into her knickers. She wondered if Harry would just take her right there on the desk… or drag the two of them back to her private chambers for the night 💓.
While Hermione sank into her lustful, horny fantasies, Harry broke off their wet kiss, cupping Narcissa's cheeks as he looked into her brilliant eyes.
A soft smirk grew on his lips, "Are you ready, my dear..?"
It was Friday evening, and conveniently, Potions was their last class of the day. Rather than go up to their dorms to rest, then make their way to the Great Hall for dinner, Harry had different plans.
"Yes, sir~💓" Narcissa said with a light gasp, "…I've made all the preparations for night… I promise, it'll be to your expectations..." She softly moaned, dragging her tongue across seductive red lips.
"P-preparations..?" Hermione softly panted, "D-do we have plans tonight, Harry?"
"Oh yes…" He grinned at her with a sideways glance, "And believe me… you'll enjoy it. Let's go grab a few more girls… It'll be more fun to surprise you all together…"
With the promise of a surprise, Hermione softly hummed with excitement. Knowing well how Harry's 'surprises' usually left her spread-eagle and drooling with a well-fucked pussy.
Harry sent Hermione off with a spank to her round bubbly arse to go fetch Ginny and a few other busty girls from the Gryffindor dorms. She came back with Lavender and Parvati, and together, they went to hunt down Susan as well.
"H-hi, Harry 💓" The girls all looked so cute, greeting him with shy but eager smiles on their faces, and one hand cradling their bellies.
With the six of them gathered in the corridor, Harry led them up to the third floor.
"I've got something special planned for you girls..." Harry said quietly, looking around to make sure there weren't any male students in the area. He saw a few gossiping older girls but didn't mind them much.
Once he was in the clear, he pulled in Lavender and Parvati, stealing each of their lips in a hot kiss and squeezing their soft rumps.
Susan softly whimpered as she was softly pressed back against the stone castle wall, and Harry brought his hands to her swelling belly. She, Lavender, Fay, and so many other girls looked so hot and fuckable to him, sharing matching sets of growing pregnant bellies. Pregnant with HIS child. He had to stop himself from just jerking up their skirts right here and now to fuck them.
As he gently rubbed their slightly round stomachs, he looked around at each of them. He grinned, "Well, me AND Narcissa... My hot new trophy wife has been doing a little work behind the scenes... preparing a place for you girls, my horny pregnant girlfriends, to unwind a bit."
Susan softly panted, cheeks red as Harry slipped his hands up to grope her heaving breasts. She latched onto him, lifting one thick thigh to his waist as she leaned into his embrace.
Lavender and Parvati cuddled into his sides, while Ginny and Hermione pulled in close too, shielding Harry's actions from any onlookers. It was a position they took automatically, practiced well from how many times Harry had suddenly grabbed one of them in the corridors and jerked down their knickers.
"W-what do you mean Harry..?" Parvati asked excitedly, pressing her firm, round boobs into his muscular arm.
"You'll see in just a minute... We're heading out of the castle tonight. I sent Narcissa ahead to get some things prepared. She should be ready by now."
The girls all shared curious, excited glances, wondering what that could mean.
Lavender chewed her lip, pressing her voluptuous breasts into his other side, "God... I still can't believe you even knocked up Professor Black... I-I mean... She's Malfoy's Mum..!" She softly moaned and started grinding her soft warmth against him, feeling randy, "She's so sexy..! Just imagining you fucking that MILF senseless makes me... Mmgh💕~!"
Harry reached an arm around her waist, grabbing a thick handful of her bouncy booty as he gave her a hot tongue kiss. She started moaning lewdly into his lips, hugging his neck and grinding her bodacious body against him.
Then he gave her thick bum a little swat and broke off their wet kiss, "Easy there Lav... As much as I want to pound your tight little cunt raw... if we all start fucking right here in the corridor, we'll never make it to Hogsmeade..."
"Hogsmeade..?" Lavender licked her wet lips, a little spark of intrigue and excitement in her eye.
Susan's brow furrowed, "W-what's in Hogsmeade..?" She wondered, "As much as I'd like to go on a date to the Three Broomsticks... I'd much rather..." She gave him a subdued glance, silently begging for him to just whisk her off to his bedchambers for the night.
"You'll see..." Harry promised with a teasing chuckle as he held the girls close, "It wouldn't be much of a surprise if you were expecting it."
The girls could tell even Hermione and Ginny, who were always clinging to Harry's arms, were in the dark about Harry's surprise.
"Let's head to Hogsmeade then..." Harry grinned at them.
But they were immediately interrupted. While Hermione and Ginny had their attention taken by Harry... someone crept up on them unexpectedly.
"...'ogsmeade?"
A silky smooth voice, laced with a sensual French accent, called out to them. Harry looked up over Hermione's shoulder to see an unexpected face. The beautiful features and silky blonde hair of the Beauxbatons Champion. Fleur Delacour.
The girls scrambled to quickly straighten their clothes, tug down the edge of their skirts, and separate themselves slightly from Harry.
But it didn't seem like she noticed anything. Her crystal blue eyes were drawn to Harry's... but slowly glanced at each one of the girls, flicking to their ruffled clothes and close proximity to the man himself. Slowly, a small, eager smile grew on her lips.
She offered him a beautiful, irresistible smile, innocently tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, "I've 'eard of zis little village. It iz a popular spot for ze students of 'ogwarts, no?"
"Yes." Hermione met her with a welcoming smile, "It's a little small, but quite lovely. It has everything we students could need. Drinks, shops, and a bit of entertainment."
"I would very much like to see it..." Fleur Delacour smiled radiantly, offering her big blue eyes and full lips to Harry Potter, "Would you mind if I accompanied you, monsieur?"
Harry went quiet for a few moments. He was genuinely taken by surprise. Admittedly, he was eager to get his hands on some sexy French dames... ESPECIALLY the bodacious, matching set of French Veela that just appeared in the castle... but his plans for tonight had been in the works practically since the night they arrived at Hogwarts. It was a little project he had Narcissa put together.
That was why he hadn't planned to chase after Fleur or her family... just yet.
But now the Veela approached him, with enchanting eyes and a smile that begged him to let her join.
If she wanted to come that badly... Harry grinned, what kind of man would he be to deny her?
"Sure." Harry matched her smile with one of his own. He watched carefully the way her eyes lit up and her cheeks turned red, "I had a special little surprise planned for tonight for these girls but... sure. Come along, Miss Delacour. I think YOU might find yourself surprised most of all."
She wore an expression of excitement and intrigue, seemingly completely swept up by Harry's words, "Oh, I am excited to see it... But please, call me Fleur... I am not ze only Delacour in ze castle, you know..."
Fleur Delacour held a gentle hand to her breast.
"W-what is going on with me..?" She thought to herself, feeling a gentle haze in her head as her thoughts swirled with emotions. Her heart pounded with excitement, far more than she'd ever experienced in her life. Her body felt hot just standing beside him. She yearned to get closer, to breathe in his scent, to hang off his arm... to jerk down his pants and choke herself on his cock💞!
She followed close to Harry, stealing the spot on his right as she saddled up close to him. She ignored the jealous looks of the other girls, determined to keep his focus on her.
As she chatted amicably with him, asking him all sorts of questions about the castle, Fleur wondered to herself. She remembered the slutty, horny look on the redhead's, Ginny's, face buried on Harry's cock in the Great Hall when Fleur first met him.
She'd been so overwhelmed by the size and virility of his cock at the time she didn't think about it much… but looking back now, she realized that ALL of these girls that were around Harry at the time… must have known. They were all there beside him, watching the little slut choke on his cock... and were just going along with it!
She wondered… were all these girls just like Ginny? Harry's group of cocksucking witches? Sluts who didn't care even if they were in the middle of the Great Hall, and would kneel between his legs at his command?
Fleur's eyes fluttered at the thought, legs rubbing together in excitement, "Amazing💞! He truly has an incredible libido~! With a wizard like Harry, I should expect at least a few sluts to be broken in by his magnificent cock~! With how virile he is, he must have certainly needed a witch or three to relieve himself..!"
She didn't concern herself with the fact that Harry may have relationships already. After all, she was a Veela. One of the only creatures in the world that could rouse a Wizard's sex drive. Once Harry got a taste of her, he would surely be addicted.
She smiled to herself at the thought, glancing at the girls, "But they are beautiful… quite suitable to my tastes💗 If he has some attachment to the girls, then maybe we can keep a few around… I wouldn't mind sitting on the redhead's face while Harry fucks my throat 💕"
Fleur leaned in close to one of the girls, closing her eyes as she breathed in their scent. They smelled heavenly. So strongly of Harry, her future mate. Fleur found herself quickly taken with these girls too.
Ordinarily, she would have pushed these dumb sluts away, smothered Harry with her Allure until he was ravishing her in the nearest broom closet… but now she was not only letting the other girls break into the conversation, but Fleur was listening to them, just as much as she hung off the words of Harry himself.
"It's just up ahead," Harry explained to them as they approached a mirror on the fourth floor. Harry showed the points on the mirror frame to tap with his wand, and the mirror swung open on a hinge, revealing a secret passageway.
The girls all gasped with amazement. Some of them were excited to get a taste of Harry's notorious adventures in the castle.
Parvati's eyes were wide, "A secret passage?"
"Amazing. When did you find this, Harry?" Hermione was quick to ask.
Fleur eagerly leaned in, making sure to squeeze her soft curves in close, pressing her breasts against his arm as she 'peered' over his shoulder into the passage, "Yes, please tell me~! It iz very surprising zat 'ogwarts truly has secret passages..! What purpose would zis serve in a school?" She asked, sounding so very interested as she placed her hand 'innocently' on his chest.
Her fingers felt the stiff lines of firm muscle. It made her face turn slightly red, as she softly chewed on her plush, light red lips.
Harry grinned and let Fleur do as she pleased, enjoying the warm softness of her body pressed against his, "It was in Sirius' notes. Apparently, he'd smuggle potion ingredients for pranks from Hogsmeade through this. It's surprisingly big inside, c'mon." He said, ducking into the passage.
The girls seemed off-put for a moment until the light came shining from his wand, lighting up the interior.
"Incredible…" Fleur gasped as she followed behind him quickly, eager to be the first one on his heels.
All of the girls were surprised to see the cobbled floor so clean and even it was sparkling in the Lumos light. The walls were the same, free of cobwebs or even cracks. There were fresh torches mounted on the walls ahead, and as the mirror swung closed behind them, they flared to life in a series, lighting the path to Hogsmeade.
Harry turned and grinned at their speechless expressions, "Narcissa bribed the House Elves to clean this passage up for us. I didn't think you girls would want to make many trips through a dark, damp tunnel."
"How do you bribe House Elves..?" Susan asked incredulously.
"With chores, of course!" Harry grinned at the way Hermione pouted at him. He smacked her thick bum and ushered them all down the tunnel, "Let's get going. It's shorter than it seems, and the real surprise is just ahead!"
Fleur followed quickly behind Harry, eager to ask him all about the secret passages in the castle.
Harry slowly pulled a brick from the wall and peered through the hole. Glancing left and right, the coast appeared clear, so he tapped the wall with his hand, and the brickwork folded in on itself, clearing a large exit for them.
The girls huddled in behind him as he brought them out into an alley on the edges of Hogsmeade.
"Harry, where are..?" Ginny's question died on her lips. She peered behind him, across the street, where a building she'd never seen before sat.
She could see it fully, through a gated iron fence. It was an opulent building of classical English design. They could see the sheer size and scope of the building was far beyond any of Hogsmeade's tightly squeezed-together buildings.
In fact, it looked quite out of place in the little wizarding town.
Harry grinned, looking toward this fancy building, which none of the Hogwarts girls had seen before, and said, "Come along, ladies, Narcissa's waiting for us."
Harry enjoyed their shocked expressions as the realization dawned on them. He guided them to the gates and raised a hand to the gargoyle at its side.
Crrrrck.
It turned its head to peer down at him, and then, after a moment, the iron-barred gates slowly swung open.
...
"Oh my... god..!" Lavender said slowly, eyes wide as they got their first look in the luxurious entrance way.
"What is this place?" Parvati said, matching Lavender's tone as she looked deeper inside, "It's just as big as my family's manor."
"What?" Lavender hissed, "You bitch..!" She said, playfully pouting her lips, "You live in a place like this? Why didn't you invite me over during the summer break?"
Harry didn't get a chance to answer Parvati's question. Someone was waiting for them inside the door.
"Welcome, my lord..." A soft voice purred, "And welcome to all of your fine Ladies as well..."
The woman who greeted them carried a thick, particular accent.
Fleur Delacour gasped sharply, and her mouth fell open with complete surprise, "Y-you are..."
The woman who was smiling at them was shockingly beautiful. Rivaling even Fleur in the pure perfection of her skin, her rosy red lips, and seductive eyes.
Her accent was Bulgarian. She met Fleur's gaze critically for a moment, "A fellow Veela, how surprising." Her rosy lips curled into a smile as she let out a delighted chuckle, glancing at Harry, "But with my Lord's... proclivities, I should have expected this."
Harry was watching Hermione and Ginny's reaction as their eyes grew wide and they gasped.
"Natalia..!" Hermione said, remembering her from a long, passionate night spent curled up with Bulgarian Veela Cheerleaders at the Quidditch World Cup. Her plush thighs squeezed together, as a tingling, phantom feeling of a dexterous tongue sliding across her pussylips made her quiver. The memory of this beautiful woman's face between her legs made her tremble.
"I've been eager to meet you again, Natalia..." Harry said after a moment and stepped forward to embrace her. He remembered this hot Veela. The same woman who rode his cock like SHE was the one trying to fuck HIM. It impressed him so much that he pinned her down and creampied her five or six times in a row.
"Mmngh..!" She moaned into his kiss and embrace. She poured all the pent-up desire and yearning she'd harboured since they'd last met into this kiss. Her lips met his hotly, tongue eager to taste him again.
Harry held her hips, hugging her plush breasts against his chest as their kiss grew in passion. Finally when they broke off, she moaned and looked at him with hot, 'fuck me' eyes, "I've missed you..." She purred in his ear, reaching down to grope the swelling bulge in his trousers, "So much... My Lord..."
"My Lord..?" Harry quietly questioned, his cock growing harder at the way her sensual voice was laced with submissiveness as she gave him that title.
She grinned at him meaningfully, and Harry just knew that Narcissa had put her up to this. He turned to the girls, eyeing Fleur's speechless reaction in particular, "Ladies, this is Natalia... She's the Bulgarian Quidditch Team's Cheer Captain..."
"Ahem..." The woman met the eyes of the other girls, licking her wet lips as she hung off Harry's arm, "Well... formerly... It's off-season right now, and well... I imagine next year will have some... complications..."
Harry slid his hand down to her belly. It was hard to tell with her sleek black robes, but his hand could feel it. The little round bump that was forming on her stomach. His cock twitched in his trousers at the proof of their night's love. He wondered if the other two dozen cheerleaders were looking the same right now... He couldn't wait to find out.
"W-wow, 'arry..." Fleur cleared her throat, shaking off the fluster, "Z-zis is most unexpected... I did not know you were so... familiar with Veela... S-so zis must be... your girlfriend then..?" Fleur seemed to bluster up, puffing out her sizable chest as if measuring her bust against this other chesty Veela cheerleader.
Harry shared a look with Natalia. He could practically read the naughty thoughts floating in her mind, 'Are you fucking her tonight..?'. He shook his head and grinned at Fleur, "Well... it's a little complicated. Come inside and let's sit down."
...
Harry grinned to himself as he guided the girls into the building, revealing what was beyond the innocent entranceway. The main chamber opened up into what would have been an extravagant ballroom if not for plush armchairs, side tables, and long velvet couches.
It was built like one grand parlour, with plenty of spaces to sit and drink and relax. It looked suitable to hold some of wizarding society's grandest galas... or the finest Lady's Club.
Near the front was a large bar stocked with racks of expensive wine. On the sides of the rooms were booths with big circular lounging couches, big enough for half a dozen girls to lay out on their backs comfortably.
Harry's idea was to create a comfortable, private space for his girls to come and 'let their hair down'. He could only imagine how stressful and exhausting keeping their inner sluts bottled up inside must be. Here, he would invite only girls who knew what kind of man he was, so they could let loose around each other.
His own private little sex club.
And, of course... what kind of club would it be without some proper working girls?
"Hi Harry~!"
As the girls were looking around in wonder and curiosity, a chorus of voices called out to him with playful giggles.
Harry's grin turned lustful as he saw his own little surprise.
In the center of the room, standing in front of a small, elevated stage, over two dozen gorgeous women stood aligned in a row. They were all flashing enough skin to make the girls behind him blush. Their ludicrous curves, heavy busts and wide hips, were only meagerly covered by the tight, sinful black lace they wore.
Large black brassieres hugged heavy round breasts tightly, pushing up fat, creamy tits in sinful cleavage. Thick, womanly hips were decorated by carters that slipped down luscious, thick thighs to clip onto sheer black stockings. Creating a frame for the sensual black lace panties covering their privates.
Over two dozen girls stood in a line, hugging each other's waists so close that their busts pressed together in an endless bounty of boobs. Likewise, their wide, healthy hips met as the girls giggled and beckoned him forward with their eyes.
But as irresistible as the sight of their tits, thighs, and lace knickers were... Harry's eyes were glued to their stomachs. With this slutty, eager girls dressed in skimpy lingerie... it was much more apparent the way that their slender bellies were starting to swell outward in growing baby bumps that matched Hermione's and Ginny's.
These girls were the slutty squad of Veela Cheerleaders that Harry fucked throughout the night during the World Cup. They were all smiling wide, showing off their bellies proudly, proving to him that he'd gotten each and every one of them pregnant that night.
"Oh my god..." Ginny squealed with big, excited eyes.
The fiery, red-haired slut might have even enjoyed that night with the Veela Cheer Squad more than HE had. Seeing all these girls proudly displaying their pregnant bellies was like a perverted dream come true for Ginny. She eagerly rushed over to talk with them, Hermione hot on her heels.
"What... iz zis...?" Fleur muttered quietly, eyes locked on the slightly round matching bellies of the entire flock of Veela standing in front of her in slutty lingerie, posing for Harry. Her mind couldn't make sense of it.
Harry pulled the other girls off to find some seats and began explaining his naughty night at the Quidditch Stadium. Right on cue, Narcissa joined him, sitting on his lap the trophy she was, she gently ran her fingers through his tossled hair as he regailed the horny girls with a dirty story of his orgy with the Veela.
"Zis iz... unbelievable..." Fleur said to herself numbly, suddenly feeling completely out of her depth.
The evening began in earnest, as Narcissa went around the room alongside Natalia, showing off a fun little spell that would protect the girls' pregnancy against alcohol. Then the Veela girls had fun popping open corks of wine 'accidently' getting their busty, half-naked bodies, a little messy with foam and having the girls or Harry lick their tits clean.
The Veela passed out glasses to each of them, holding bottles in their hands to ensure their glasses were always full. In the corner of the room, a set of instruments was enchanted to play some slow, sensual music as the evening began.
The girls were scattered about the room, each with a Veela or three either curled up at their side, sitting on their laps, or pouring them wine as they shared naughty stories of sex in the castle with Harry.
It didn't take long for some fun to break out, and the Veela all hollered like sluts as Ginny was dragged up on stage by a pair of horny cheerleaders to entertain them with some steamy hot lesbian sex.
Narcissa reserved the honor of pouring Harry's glass, sitting on his knee like a prize as Harry explained all the planning that went into this place to Hermione and Susan.
Between his spread legs, one of the Veela was gurgling noisily on his cock, drunk on the thick scent of his musk and desperate to taste his cum.
Fleur sat in the nearest chair on his left, sucking down wine quickly. Her face was flushed red, just like all the other girls, as the mixture of alcohol and barely restrained Veela Allure fogged up her head, making it hard to think.
"They're pregnant!" She shouted in her mind, as the realization crashed over her all at once, "The girls he brought with him today..! The girls who were surrounding him at the feast! All of these... Veela SLUTS! They are ALL carrying his children!" She panted hotly, polishing off her glass of wine.
That was why they smelled so... delicious! They smelled so strongly of HIM, because they were carrying his seed! Looking at the exposed stomachs of the Veela prancing around the room, carrying trays of wine, she could tell that they were all showing already.
She squeezed her legs together, feeling a burning hot desire in her pussy... and a little twinge deep in her core. She was feeling so envious, wondering what it would feel like to have such a thick cock carve its way through her tight walls and pump her fertile womb full of delicious, potent wizard seed!
Then her thoughts started to spiral, "If he's fucked so many girls already then surely..! All I have to do is..." She stared at the half-naked Veela down in a slutty stripper's squat, having the time of her life choking and slobbering over the thick length of Harry's cock.
She watched as Harry let out a soft groan. That was enough for the black-haired BOMBSHELL sitting on his knees to reach down, curling her slender fingers into the Veela's hair, and PLUNGE the bitch down on his meaty cock until she was choking. She watched the Veela's eyes go huge as her throat bulged with the imprint of Harry's cock. A few seconds later, the slut's mouth burst with creamy white seed as Harry's cum filled her gullet.
Fleur licked her lips. Her nose twitched as she breathed in something musky and delicious. She felt dizzy, and was just about to crawl over on her knees, and lick that seed off the lucky bitch's face... when she suddenly came back to her senses.
She swallowed thickly and set her wine glass aside.
"...'arry..!" She said loudly, stumbling to her feet with a flushed face.
While the Veela slut slurped off his cock, licking and sucking it clean like an expert, Harry looked over. He had a cocky grin on his face, "Need something Fleur? You're looking a little flush."
"Yes..." She moaned, "I need to... to... SPEAK with you..! Yes, in private..! P-please..!"
"Sure." Without even a word from him, Narcissa slid off his lap, taking his glass of wine. The Veela between his legs moaned with disappointment, tucking his cock back into his trousers as she moved aside.
Fleur saw the other two girls, Hermione and Susan, looking at her with lustful eyes. She shivered, getting the feeling they were undressing her with their gazes.
"There's a few private rooms... follow me," Harry said.
...
The moment they were alone, Fleur pounced on him. Harry was surprised, but only for half a second. He could practically smell the thick pheromones wafting from this horny female, begging him to fuck her. Her Allure was focused entirely on him, trying to coax him into ravishing her.
He grabbed her by the hips, lifting her up into her arms. As her legs came up to hug his sides, Harry slammed her against a wall as soon as the doors closed, and their lips met together in a passioned, frenzied kiss.
Fleur, drunk on wine and pure desire, moaned wantonly, lips opening to meet his tongue in a hungry, lustful kiss. She whined and whimpered, grinding her busty, fuckable body on his as hard as she could. She gyrated her hips against his bulging cock like she was trying to fuck him over his trousers.
But then... unexpectedly, she broke off their wet kiss, "M-my mother..!" She cried out in a gasping, rasping breath, their lips still wet with each other's saliva.
"What?" Harry asked in pure confusion.
"W-we must speak to my mother first..! B-before you fuck me💗!" She said breathlessly, eyes full of sin as she looked into his eyes.
He growled, cock painfully stiff and eager to break in a brand-new Veela cunt, "You REALLY want to stop right now? And go track down your mother.?"
"I-I am sorry..!" She whined. He could see what was almost a pained expression on her face as she climbed down off of him and pushed their bodies apart, "B-but my Maman..!" She struggled to explain, "S-she has been very adamant about my choice in lover..! S-she refuses to let me sleep with men... until she 'as found someone 'worthy' to be my lover..."
"What?" Harry said lowly. He didn't like the idea of someone controlling Fleur, even if it was a stupidly chesty, Veela MILF.
"I-It iz part of Veela culture..." Fleur explained quietly, "It iz very hard for us to find a wizard who will satisfy our urges... and she thinks zat I will lose myself to desire and pick a poor partner..."
Harry grabbed her hand and placed it on the thick outline of his hardened cock running down his pant leg, "And you think I'M a poor partner?" He said challengingly.
"N-Non!" She nearly shrieked, and jerked her hand away as if it burned her, trying to control her own burning desire to let him have his way, "I-It iz just... I love my dear mother very much! Even if she prevented us from being together... I-I think I would still run off with you..." She said, blushing fiercely.
Harry couldn't help but grin, grabbing this sexy woman's shapely hips. He hadn't even fucked her yet, but she was willing to run away from her beloved family, just for a taste of his cock? He was about to say 'her mother be damned' and fuck this sexy woman until she couldn't move.
"B-but.!" Fleur said quickly, "I-I don't want to hurt them..! S-so if we can go together... and get my mother's approval..! 'Zen..!"
Harry grinned, "Then I can fuck you all I want..?"
Fleur's cheeks burned red, and she looked at him with glassy bedroom eyes, "...Yes..."
He pushed her back up against the wall again, and jerked up her little skimpy skirt. Reaching his fingers down, he felt she was SOAKED. As he lightly touched her drenched panties, Fleur let out a pathetic moan.
"Then this tight little cunt will be mine forever?"
"...y-yes..!"
"My own sexy little french Veela... to fuck whenever I want... as HARD as I want?"
Her eyes fluttered as her mouth fell open, "Y-yes..!"
He reached his fingers up to her lips, wet with her own juices.
"Mmmm 💕!" Fleur happily sucked them clean.
"Then we better go find your mother fast, hm?"
Fleur quickly rushed out of the room, tugging Harry by the hand.
Harry was happy to follow the swishing blue skirt of Fleur Delacour out of the castle again and toward the Beauxbatons carriages.
"Oh Harry you must speak to my Maman..! She iz determined zat the Champion is to be my mate..! B-but surely when she meets YOU... she can be convinced..!"
He wondered exactly WHAT kind of convincing Fleur expected of Harry as he guided him with swaying hips to her mother's carriage. Night had just started to fall as they came back from Narcissa's new Lady's Club in Hogsmeade, where Fleur learned how he'd knocked up batches of smoking hot Veela just like her.
Fleur was practically skipping ahead of him in her excitement, teasing him with every swish and sway of her little blue skirt.
Soon, she was pulling him up into the magically-expanded carriage that served as the Delacour's home.
"Maman..! We must 'ave an important discussion..!" Fleur declared.
...
"Mr... 'arry Potter..." Apolline Delacour's voice was like silk. She leaned forward at her desk, causing her humongous breasts to bulge against the wood, nearly popping her magnificent cleavage out of her snug neckline.
Harry swallowed, struggling to tear his eyes from that sight. Her boobs were truly legendary, flaunting a salacious valley of cleavage that beat out even Molly in sheer size. Harry's cock swelled violently, urging him to jump up on that desk and plunge his stiff prick down into that heavenly valley and fuck her tits until he was cumming down her cleavage, just like he had done to Narcissa when they first met.
Hearing a soft giggle, he tore his eyes from those titanic tits to meet hers. Fleur's mother was an absolutely gorgeous beauty with mature features that aged like fine wine. Age only made this woman even more beautiful and came with a confidence that demanded his attention. She was unbelievably sexy... and undeniably Fleur's MILF of a mother.
She shared the same full, plush pair of lips as her daughter, making Harry imagine them wrapped around his thick cock. Her hair was platinum blonde, so light and shiny that it almost appeared silver.
"...'arry Potter..." She said with a French accent even thicker than Fleur's, "Narcissa has... spoken much about you... Tell me 'zis..." Her vibrant blue eyes pierced him intensely, "Have you taken my daughter's purity?"
"Maman..!" Fleur gasped in shock, eyes growing wide.
Harry grinned and met Apolline's gaze head on, "No... not yet..."
"..!" Fleur sucked in another breath, glancing at Harry with an excited look on her face.
"Control yourself Fleur..!" Apolline said strictly, "What 'as you so worked up..? Veela should not so easily submit to a wizard like 'zis..."
"Maman..! Surely you can sense it too..! You can smell it..!" Fleur's eyes fluttered as she took a deep inhale, glancing over at Harry with a needy expression on her face, "He iz... he iz... so virile..! I would not be a Veela if I gave up such a mate..!"
"Mate?!" Apolline rose from her seat, her heavy bust swaying in such a way that drew Harry's eyes again, "You have just met 'zis wizard... how can you be speaking of such things already..? Have I taught you nothing, Fleur? You must explore your options first... You do not want to suffer a life of dissatisfaction for picking 'ze wrong mate..!"
"No, no, no~" Fleur whined, "You are not listening, Maman..! His cock is MASSIVE~!"
Harry's eyebrows rose as Fleur shrieked at her mother about his own endowment. She was getting more flustered by the minute, desperately trying to win her mother's approval to join the ranks of his Veela baby-mommas.
Apolline recoiled, eyebrows raised at her daughter's exclamation.
She held up her arm, "It is thicker zhan zis..! And I know 'e can satisfy Veela..! He 'as done it many times..! There are Bulgarian Veela in 'ogsmeade pregnant with 'is child..! An entire FLOCK of zem..! Zey swear his cock is good enough to please them all..!"
Apolline's beautiful features were completely in shock. Whether she was in disbelief that her daughter would raise her voice and tell such an outrageous lie, or actually starting to believe it was true, Harry couldn't quite tell.
Either way, this little back and forth between the sexy Veela MILF and her eager-to-be-fucked daughter was strangely exciting. His cock swelled so stiffly in his pants that he was confident Apolline wouldn't dare doubt his endowment.
Yet he didn't feel a need to butt in himself... not yet. He let Fleur beg her own mother to allow her to be fucked by him, happy to listen as she grew more and more excited. It was strangely thrilling to listen to, spiking his arousal even higher.
"Do not be ridiculous..!" Apolline shook her head, eyeing him with an upturned nose, "No matter how... obviously blessed he may be..." She said, making him smirk. He caught her glancing down to his bulge, "A wizard is just a wizard. A few touches from a true Veela will have him spent..! And a whole flock you say..?"
Fleur's eyes flashed, and her knuckles clenched as she worked herself up into a fit, "Maman..! Why are you being so difficult..? 'Zis is what you wanted..! A worthy mate for me..! I will not let you get in 'ze way..! I'll be with Harry no matter what you say!"
"Enough of 'zis..!" Apolline declared, pointing a look at her, "I will not 'ear another word! Leave us, Fleur... and let me speak to 'arry alone..!"
Fleur's plush pink lips pouted and she huffed and put her fists on her hips... but then glanced at Harry. Her pouty lips and blue eyes silently begged him, 'Make her accept! No matter what it takes!'
Harry grinned back.
"Humph..! Fine zen..!" Fleur stomped off in a huff, slamming the door on her way out.
And then it was just him and Apolline.
"So... You have been very quiet, monsieur Potter..." She shifted the look on her face from frustration to an intrigued, seductive glance, "Feeling a little... bashful..?" She said with a purr, leaning forward with her hands on the desk to make her huge, bountiful bosom squeeze together deliciously, tempting his eyes down into her tits.
He shamelessly enjoyed the view, letting it swell his cock even bigger in his pants as he imagined caking those titties in cum.
"Bashful is not the word I'd choose." Harry said casually, still eyeing her tits as he pleased, "I just thought I'd let mother and daughter try to work it out before I stepped in."
Apolline raised a single brow at his confidence, then slowly grew a little smile.
"You see, monsieur... It is imperative 'zat my eldest daughter complete zhe tasks safely. She iz a talented witch, 'owever, I am still 'er mother and worry for 'er. She has been chosen as Beauxbatons Champion and will compete... but she cannot safely complete the dangerous trials of the tournament with 'er belly 'eavy with your child, can she?"
Harry's brow furrowed. It's true he'd like to see Fleur down on her back, squealing with bliss as he fucked her sweet pussy. He'd like to see her tight little cunt pumped full of cum, and, months later, her belly growing with his child. The powerful fertility ritual coursing through his magic recognized her as prime breeding stock. After spending an entire evening in her presence desire to impregnate her was almost overwhelming.
But now he realised the problem. He'd first thought it would be fun to see Fleur enter the competition just to get him to fuck her... but if he actually went through with it, and knocked her up... He imagined her facing down a dragon with a pregnant belly, both her and his child at risk... He would never let that happen.
"I see..." Harry relented, "You're right... I certainly don't want to put any of my children in that kind of danger..."
"I am glad to see you have some reason left in that head of yours..." She softly giggled, "With how ravenously you were looking at us, I was concerned 'zat our Allure left you only able to think with that impressive cock of yours."
Her husky, sex-driven tone took away any insult he might have felt being compared to a dumb, cock-driven beast.
He saw her staring down at his bulging trousers with a saucy smirk on her ruby lips.
Harry let out a breath, feeling his cock swell bigger with just the little attention this amazing MILF was giving it.
"Let me offer my solution, Monsieur Potter..." Apolline said with an entrancingly seductive voice.
...
A few minutes later Harry turned his head as the door opened, and he heard a soft voice.
"Maman..?"
A voice not unlike Fleur's, but slightly more energetic, in a higher pitch.
A pair of sparkling blue eyes peered through a crack in the doorway.
Harry was taken aback by just how CUTE this young woman was. With a shorter stature and figure that matched Ginny's, she had mischievous eyes and a little smile on her slender peach lips.
Her silvery blonde hair pulled back in a short ponytail. Similar to Fleur, she was wearing a tight, formfitting blue blouse and matching skirt, the uniform of Beauxbatons.
She was the same little fairy he saw trailing in the back beside Apolline when the Beauxbatons entered. Fleur's younger sister!
"...'arry..." Apolline purred with a smile, "Meet Gabrielle... my youngest daughter..."
"...'arry..?" The unbelievably cute girl's eyes went big, and her soft cheeks faded pink, "...'arry Potter..?!" She seemed to stutter with her French accent, and jerked her head up to him. Her mouth fell open speechlessly as she met his eyes, and he watched her face burn redder by the minute.
Apolline smiled as she watched Harry's expression closely, measuring his reaction to her daughter's incredible beauty, "You see... Gabrielle has just entered her maturity this year... She's a fully developed Veela now..."
Harry swallowed thickly as he looked at her. 'Fully developed' was a terrible understatement, he thought. Her slender stature made the full, round pair of breasts stretching her tight little uniform to the max even more apparent. Her hips and thighs were far more slender than Fleur's, but the soft white skin he could see beneath her skirt was just as irresistible.
She had a figure that was so familiar to him, just like Ginny's. A small, short woman who'd fit just PERFECTLY lifted up in his arms, with a pristine pink pussy beneath that teasing skirt that would fit so snugly wrapped around his cock! He felt his arousal spiking as he imagined her cute little face warped in pleasure as he slammed her down on his prick and made her squeal.
"Gabrielle... come here, darling... there is something I need you to do for me..." Apolline's voice brought his thoughts back to the conversation. He took a deep breath, struggling to keep himself in check with two fresh, fuckable Veela in such close proximity.
Their Allure seemed to be whispering into his mind, telling him just how breedable these two tight cunts really were. Tempting him to lose all restraint and ravish both mother and daughter together.
"Y-yes, mother..." Gabrielle ducked her eyes shyly, and quickly dashed across the room, drawing his eyes down to her tight, round butt in that little skirt as she passed him by.
Apolline lovingly brushed her daughter's hair with her fingers, tilting Gabrielle's face up to look into hers. Then she leaned down, and Harry watched her ruby red lips whisper something to her daughter.
Gabrielle's face was a rollercoaster of emotion. First her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, then shot up in surprise, her mouth hung open as she listened to her mother's words. Then her lips curled up in a bright, eager grin, and those playful blue eyes glanced over to him. She bit her lip as her mother whispered to her and her face grew red.
Apolline finished with a voice just loud enough for him to catch, "Okay, darling?"
Gabrielle let out a sharp breath, and softly smiled, "Yes, Maman."
"Good girl~!" Those big ruby red lips placed a gentle kiss to Gabrielle's forehead.
Then the two Veela looked at him.
Harry felt his cock hard as stone in his trousers. Those sensual eyes seemed to be yearning for him.
"Gabrielle..." Apolline said softly.
With her hand on her daughter's shoulder, the busty Veela MILF guided Gabrielle around the edge of the desk. Her slender daughter hopped up on the edge sitting her soft bum on the desk. She closed her thighs and tugged at the short hem of her skirt, hiding any glimpse he'd have underneath.
Apolline kept her arm wrapped around her daughter's shoulder, "So... 'arry... what do you think of my precious daughter..? Is she... suitable to your tastes?"
Harry looked at the Veela MILF's enchanting smile, "My taste..? She's gorgeous, certainly... all of you are. But are you suggesting..?"
Apolline's ruby lips curled into a smile, and she looked at him with intense, smokey eyes, "That you fuck her..? Of course."
Harry let a breath out through his nose, looking at Gabrielle, who had an eager smile on her face. She seemed GIDDY at the idea, toying with the edge of her skirt as she watched his reaction with shy, but very eager eyes. She was EXCITED. Excited that her own mother had just suggested that he walk over there and fuck her daughter's tight, virgin Veela cunt.
Harry would have to be crazy to go against that idea... He'd been eager to sink his cock into the matching set of unbelievably sexy French Veela since he first saw them at the welcoming feast...
"You see, Mister Potter..." She said, drawing his attention back to her beautiful face. She reached her hand up to stroke Gabrielle's cheek, looking into her younger daughter's innocent blue eyes, "My youngest daughter... 'as 'ad a terrible crush on you..."
Harry's eyes went wide, glancing over to meet the blushing, shy grin of Gabrielle. She seemed embarrassed, slightly curling in on herself and squeezing her legs tight, but didn't shy away from his gaze. She puffed out her buxom chest, trying to put on the same seductive air as her Veela mother and sister.
"Oh? Is that true?" Harry asked, looking directly at her. He gave her a devilish smirk, wanting to hear it from her own lips.
"Yes sir..." She said bashfully, smiling at him.
"Since she was young." Apolline explained, stroking her daughter's hair, "It started with those silly children's books... but as 'er Veela 'eritage began emerging... I found a little copy of, 'Harry Potter and the Veela Coven' tucked beneath her pillow..."
Apolline softly giggled in a motherly way, while Gabrielle's face flushed red, "M-Maman..!"
Harry's eyes changed. It seemed like this little lady had more in common with Ginny than he first thought.
"Don't be ashamed dear. It's only natural..." Then she turned her smokey eyes toward Harry again, "I expected 'er little infatuation would fade with time... because I expected you to fail to measure up to my sweet darling's expectations..."
"Then... my good friend Narcissa... ahem... formerlyMalfoy... said some intriguing things about you..." She said in a knowing, sultry tone, looking at him with pointed eyes that said, 'I know what you did'.