Power Plays Chapter 34 (Patreon)

“I apologise for my girls’ actions tonight, Harry,” Apolline said with an amused smirk on her lips as she guided Harry through the corridors of Chateau Delacour. “They were much more forward than I’d expected them to be.”

“Don’t worry too much about it,” Harry waved off her words. There was no need to hide what was going on. Apolline clearly knew her daughters’ intentions towards him, and the fact that she wasn’t mad was a good thing. Maybe it was the fact that she was a Veela and more open with sex in general. “I’ve seen worse before.”

“I’m sure you have,” Apolline replied with a throaty laugh. “The Hero of Britain must have hundreds of witches throwing themselves at him, no?”

Harry bit back a grimace at one of his many nicknames. “That might be a conservative estimate,” he admitted.

“I shouldn’t be surprised that you have the willpower to keep two Veelas at bay,” Apolline said as they rounded a corner and started walking upstairs. “But there are very few who could resist the temptation.”

Harry’s pace hitched for a step before he regained control over himself. Was Apolline really talking to him so openly about this?

“Yes, well…” Harry bit his lip as he tried to find a diplomatic way to phrase this. “I keep my mind and body under tight control.”

“I suppose the fact that you have a beautiful girlfriend doesn’t hurt either,” Apolline pointed out. “Sebastian’s told me a bit about her, not that he knows much mind you. There was that one photograph of her in the papers recently. She is quite stunning.”

“That she is,” Harry agreed with an easy smile. He wondered what Daphne was up to right now. Knowing her, she was probably working. Even drunk, she was more effective than almost any other Wizengamot member. “She’s absolutely brilliant.”

“I’m glad to hear that you’ve found someone to share your life with,” Apolline smiled. “There truly is nothing as important as family.”

It was strange to hear the thought ring true in his mind. Even though they’d been together for just under a year, Daphne felt like home to him. Living at Grimmauld Place with Tonks and Teddy was nice and all, but he’d been spending more nights at Daphne’s lately. Their relationship was deepening, and he knew that it was only a matter of time before he proposed to her. 

But that was something that could wait for another year or two yet. They were both incredibly busy with their work, and there was still the small matter of fixing the Ministry that weighed heavily on his mind. 

“Here’s your room,” Apolline told him as they rounded another corner. There was a long corridor with half a dozen doors that led into guest rooms and bathrooms, according to his memory of Fleur’s description of her home. “And your bathroom is right across the hall.”

She strode up to the door and pushed it open, revealing a light, tasteful, and airy bedroom. Large windows overlooked the setting sun, and the plush bed had sheer drapes around it to help ward off some of the early morning light that was bound to illuminate the room. Otherwise, the room was a standard affair. 

“Thank you, Apolline,” Harry said sincerely. “If Sebastian returns home in the night, tell him to wake me up and catch me up on whatever happened at the Ministry.”

“I’ll do no such thing,” Apolline protested. “He’ll need his rest, and so will you. You can hear all about it in the morning.”

Harry cracked a smile at her stern words. He supposed that no matter how old he got, mothers still set the rules in their homes. 

“Alright, I’ll hear about it in the morning then,” Harry acquiesced easily.

“Good,” Apolline nodded. “Then I’ll bid you a good night, Harry. There’s towels in the bathroom if you fancy yourself a shower or bath before bed, and feel free to call on our house-elves if there’s anything you need during the night.”

“I will,” Harry assured her. “Have a good night.”

Harry watched Apolline’s retreating back until she rounded the corner and was out of sight again, presumably heading to her own bedroom on the other side of the house for the night.

Finally, Harry let out a sigh. Just when he’d thought that he was about to have a peaceful evening, potentially fucking Gabrielle given how eager she seemed to be for him, the sudden work call for Sebastian had reminded him of just how much more work there was to be done in rooting out the Death Eaters here in France.

It wasn’t difficult for him to convince himself that a shower might do him wonders to help him relax.

He dropped off his wand and robes inside of his room, leaving him in just his underclothes as he crossed the corridor to the bathroom door. He turned the knob and pushed the door open to the expansive bathroom, but his eyes glazed past all of the fine furnishings and fixtures to the person who was already occupying the room.

Gabrielle stood completely naked in the middle of the bathroom. Her robes had been discarded haphazardly on the floor, and she had one leg up on a stool, showing off her perfect pink pussy in the candlelight. 

Harry sucked in a deep breath as his eyes roamed the Veela’s body. He’d always dreamt of Fleur and how good she must have looked naked, especially back during the Triwizard Tournament when she showed up to the Second Task in that sexy one-piece bathing suit, and Gabrielle looked even better than how he imagined her older sister. She was leaner and slightly less curvy than Fleur but still completely drop-dead gorgeous. Her breasts were perky beyond belief—it was like they were fixed perfectly in place without any hint of sagging—and her pink nipples were proportionally perfect to her breasts. They sat high and proud on her chest, leading down to her flat stomach and shaved pussy. There wasn’t a hint of hair anywhere on her body below her neck, showing how much she cared to maintain her perfect appearance.

Despite the erotic pose, Gabrielle hadn’t just been standing there waiting for him. She had a bottle of lotion on the stool beside her foot, and she was busily rubbing the lotion into her creamy skin, making it glisten beautifully. It was an incredibly enticing sight, and Harry’s cock shot up to attention immediately.

“Oh, Harry,” Gabrielle said casually, like he’d walked in on her baking some treats in the kitchen rather than her naked in his bathroom. “I didn’t see you there.”

“Yet you were doubtlessly expecting me to arrive here eventually, right?” Harry raised an eyebrow at her. It wasn’t the first time a beautiful woman had tried to get his attention by stripping naked in front of him. He wasn’t going to let himself give into her will so easily. He was going to make her his, not the other way around. “How long have you been waiting for me?”

Gabrielle didn’t back down after being caught. “Not long,” she told him plainly. She reached down and grabbed the vial of lotion. “Would you mind getting my back for me? I have a hell of time reaching back there. See?”

To prove her point, Gabrielle tried to reach behind herself with both of her hands. Of course, this made her chest stick out towards Harry. She wiggled her hands back and forth, trying to show how hard it was to reach back there, but all it did was make her breasts jiggle as she moved around.

“I can see that you’re being as direct as ever,” Harry said. “If you’re trying to be subtle when you flirt with me, you’re not doing a good job of it.”

“Who said anything about trying to be subtle?” Gabrielle countered. “Besides, just because I want to fuck you doesn’t mean that I don’t want my skin to stay healthy and hydrated. Now, are you going to come over here and help me or not?”

Harry wanted to chastise her for her cheek, but the idea of putting his hands all over her soft, lotion-covered skin was too appealing to delay.

He crossed the bathroom to Gabrielle and accepted the offered lotion bottle from her hands. She winked at him and wiggled her arse as he walked around behind her.

“Just right down my spine, please,” Gabrielle instructed him as she waited.

Harry considered warming up the lotion by rubbing his hands together, but Gabrielle didn’t really deserve it. She was impertinent, prideful, and bold, and she wasn’t going to be the one to take charge here. He squeezed out a fair amount of lotion into his hand and then promptly applied a bit just below the nape of her neck.

Gabrielle shivered as the cold lotion touched her skin, but she didn’t complain. Harry slowly worked his way downward, feeling each ridge of her spine as he rubbed his hands in smooth, small circles on her back. The lotion seeped into her skin easily, making it glisten. 

Once the initial coldness wore off, Gabrielle moaned softly. “That’s nice,” she said, arching her back. Her cute little arse pushed back against his crotch and stayed there as Harry kept working his way down. Anytime he’d hit just the right spot, she’d grind her arse back against him.

When his hands went close enough to her arse, Gabrielle suddenly spun out of his grasp and turned to face him with a hungry look.

“Why don’t you get undressed too,” she suggested. “I wouldn’t want to get any lotion on your robes.”

“Bit late for that,” Harry said, glancing down at where her arse had been rubbing against his crotch.

Gabrielle cracked a grin. “Oops,” she said, not sounding sorry in the slightest. Her hands came up to his shirt, which she started unbuttoning for him. “I guess you won’t mind if we get a bit more on then.”

She rubbed her breasts up against his chest as she started to undress him. He was taller than her, so she spent most of her time staring up lustfully into his eyes. Eventually though, she turned up the charm by nibbling along his jawline and kissing his neck.

Harry took the opportunity to let his hands roam down Gabrielle’s back again, and this time he grabbed two nice handfuls of her arse before she could get away from him. She moaned into his ear as he squished the firm globes of flesh. Her arse was perfectly firm and shaped like a dream.

Gabrielle managed to get almost all of his clothes off without issue, but when she worked her way down to his trousers, she got a little distracted. When she dropped to her knees, she breathed in the scent of his hard cock deeply and then started groping him straight through his trousers.

“You’re just as big as I imagined,” she liked her lips. She started kissing the length of his cock as she unzipped his trousers. It took a minute, but she eventually managed to pull her mouth away long enough to pull his trousers and pants down in one go, letting his cock bounce out of his confines.

With a look of awe, Gabrielle wrapped both of her hands around his shaft. Her hands were so tiny compared to his girth that she couldn’t wrap her fingers all the way around him. She stroked him up and down, her mouth only inches away from the tip of his cock.

“I want you to fuck my mouth like it’s my pussy,” Gabrielle told him lustfully. Her hands continued to pump his thick shaft eagerly as her eyes stared up into his. “Grab my hair and fuck my face however you want. I’m a Veela; I can take it.”

She really wanted to prove herself to him, didn’t she. She was willing to put it all on the line and let him handle her however she wanted.

Well, that was perfectly fine by Harry. He’d put her in her place and show her that as magnificent she thought she was at sex, he was better. 

“Just remember that you asked for this,” he warned her as he grabbed two handfuls of her silvery-blond hair. He kept his grip close to her scalp so that he wouldn’t hurt her as bad when he pulled on her hair.

The tip of his cock prodded Gabrielle’s lips, and she opened them dutifully. The second his cock started to enter her mouth, Gabrielle was already going to work. Her tongue danced around his cock in a tight spiral for as long as she could before he hit the back of her throat. Then, she was stuck to only snaking her tongue along the underside of his shaft, but Harry didn’t really mind. The real treat was what was about to happen.

Harry pushed forward again, and Gabrielle’s throat allowed him access. He let out a contented sigh as he slid his cock as far down as it could go, leaving a noticeable bulge in her neck. Her nose was pressed right up against his neatly-trimmed pubic hair, and she was staring up at him with nothing but confidence and lust. She was showing him that she had no problem at all deepthroating every inch of his thick cock.

Harry stayed right there just to see how long she could hold the position, but after a minute without Gabrielle showing any signs of breaking, he knew that he was going to have to try harder to assert his dominance.

So, tightening his grip again on her hair, Harry pulled his hips back and then slammed forward again.

There was an audible gagging sound as his cock plunged right back into Gabrielle’s throat, but it was more for show than an actual gag on her part. Her eyes did widen slightly at the force with which Harry facefucked her, but her body was more than equipped to handle his cock making a mess out of her. She wanted this to be as pleasurable as possible for him, and while she couldn’t moan, she could  pretend to gag around his cock and make him feel like even more of a man.

Harry chuckled down at her. “You’re really trying to sell yourself, aren’t you?” He asked as he continued to fuck her mouth.

His hips kept pushing forward just short of actually colliding with her face, but his balls smacked noisily off of her chin each time he did so. Gabrielle tried to mumble out a reply, but Harry’s cock filling her throat made it impossible for any of her words to make it out.

Saliva started to drip out of Gabrielle’s mouth. No matter how tightly she wrapped her lips around his thick cock, it was impossible to maintain a perfect seal when he was fucking her mouth like this. She gurgled around his cock, helping even more saliva to drip out down onto her chin, where it promptly started to drip down onto her perky breasts.

Harry couldn’t believe how she hadn’t broken yet. Veela really were incredible. She was taking his cock like a champ, and she just seemed to want more of it.

“As arrogant as you are, you’re pretty good at this,” Harry commented as he stopped thrusting his hips. Instead, he changed up the pace by pulling on Gabrielle’s hair to force her mouth down onto his cock. He bounced her head back and forth while he stayed in place, enjoying the pleasure of her tongue and tight throat keeping his cock nice and hard. After a few seconds, he let her go.

Gabrielle pulled off of Harry’s cock with a gasping breath. “And it can all be yours. Haven’t you ever wanted to put a bratty girl in her place?”

Merlin, the way she talked never ceased to make his cock leap in excitement. He was amazed that she was calling herself bratty given how high of an opinion she had of herself, but he supposed that she was still trying to sell herself to him.

The only problem was that she didn’t know that he wouldn’t betray Daphne like that. He did truly love her, and sex with her was better than anything Gabrielle could hope to achieve with him.

Harry slapped his cock across Gabrielle’s face, leaving a slimy trail of her saliva from her lips to her forehead. “It looks to me like you’re already all mine.”

Gabrielle moaned softly and quickly sucked one of his balls into her mouth. Her tongue lavished it gently for a moment as she sucked on him before letting him go again. “Maybe so, but I could be so much more if I was always by your side.”

As much as Harry didn’t want to take on a new Auror partner after Susan, the idea of having Gabrielle bent over in his office was a terribly enticing idea. 

“Let’s just say that I’m considering your offer for now,” Harry told her.

Gabrielle clearly wasn’t happy with his answer. She’d thought that showing off her talents like this would be enough for him to fall head over heels for her and give in to her every desire. 

“Fine,” she pouted petulantly before her demeanour snapped back to that slutty, lustful look she’d been giving him since he walked into the bathroom. “Then let me give you another reason to consider my offer. Have you ever fucked a Veela’s pussy before?”

“No,” Harry answered honestly. He’d come close a couple of years after the war during a vacation in France where he’d accidentally stumbled upon a group of Veela at a magical beach. There’d been some not-so-subtle suggestions about how they could make him extend his trip once he got a taste of them, but he’d already had plans that evening with another woman.

“Then let me give you a taste of just how good it can be,” Gabrielle said seductively. “Our bodies match our lover’s. We’re perfectly designed to bring you the most pleasure you’ll ever experience, and believe me, once you’ve had a taste, you won’t be able to go back.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Harry replied. “Why don’t we take this to the bedroom?”

“Go on ahead,” Gabrielle grinned at him. “I’ve got something to take care of first.”

Harry eyed her curiously, wondering what she had planned, but he figured it was best to let her make her play as she wanted to. He considered picking up his discarded clothes, but he was going to have to come back in here to shower later anyway, so he left without dressing at all.

The corridor was empty when he peeked out, so he hurried across back to his room and pushed open the door, only to freeze in surprise when he saw who was waiting for him.

On his bed with the sheer curtains billowing around was Fleur, lying naked as the day she was born. She was elaborately posed on her side, one leg over the other with the curve of her plump arse just barely visible to Harry. Her heavy breasts were squished together beautifully, and her pretty face had a faux look of surprise on it.

“You’re already hard and ready for me?” Fleur gasped as amusement shot through her eyes. “How did you know what I had planned?”

Harry stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. “I didn’t,” he said honestly.

“You were planning for some time alone then, no?” Fleur giggled before a look of realisation crossed her face. Her eyes narrowed at the door behind Harry. “Or—”

The door swung open, and Gabrielle stepped through, still completely naked and glistening. She’d wiped away the saliva from her chin and breasts and now had silk ropes wrapped around her wrists and ankles. The ropes dragged behind her like a cape. She had a bright grin on her lips, but all of that came to a halt when she saw who was in Harry’s bed.

“Fleur!” Gabrielle shouted angrily. She stomped forward with the fury that only a Veela could muster. “Harry’s mine!”

“So you say,” Fleur dipped her chin slightly. “I say differently.”

Gabrielle rounded on Harry. “You’re not seriously thinking about fucking her, are you?”

Before Harry could speak, Fleur laughed. “Oh dear sister, he’s been thinking about it since the second he walked into this room. Unlike you, I don’t need to demean myself and beg for Harry to have his way with me. I only need to put everything on offer before him and let him make his choice, and from the way he’s been looking at me, I think we both know that he wants to let his imagination run wild and fuck me in a million different ways.”

She wasn’t wrong. Fleur was an enticing sight beyond belief. She looked like a model posing for a painting the way she was lying on her side like that. The curves of her body were simply pristine, and everything about her oozed sex. He’d dreamt of being with her back during the Triwizard Tournament, imagining what her naked body would look like, and the real thing was better than anything he could have come up with. He wanted to fill her up with his cock and make her scream his name until she grew hoarse. He wanted to mark her as his for all the world to see. He wanted to take her back home to Daphne so that both of them could bring Fleur pleasures that she could never find with anyone else.

And Fleur knew all of that. All she had to do was lay there like the perfect beauty that she was and let Harry’s mind fill in the rest. She didn’t have to offer to let him facefuck her like Gabrielle did because she knew that Harry knew that she’d let him do that to her if he wanted. 

It was a supreme form of confidence that made Gabrielle’s arrogance seem childish in comparison. 

Yet, it also meant that Fleur had a lot to live up to. But from how sure she seemed, Harry felt like she could manage to do that just fine.

Gabrielle let out a sound of anger. “She’s used goods, Harry! She’s been run through by half a dozen guys already.”

“Excuse me?” Fleur snapped, a dangerous look crossing her face as she suddenly sat up in bed. She got to her feet and walked right over to Gabrielle. The two looked so similar except for the fact that Gabrielle was a bit smaller in every way. “What the hell did you just say?”

“You heard me,” Gabrielle retorted, refusing to back down. “Harry doesn’t want you; he wants me and my perfect pussy that’s never had a single cock inside of it.”

“If we’re going by what’s been inside of us, then you’d take the crown, sister,” Fleur hissed. “I’ve seen your massive toy collection. All of those thick dildos probably left you stretched out and loose.”

Gabrielle grinned, knowing that she’d struck a nerve. “You’re just mad because I can give Harry my first time. How does it feel knowing that you’ll be second to me in his eyes?”

Fleur looked over at Harry, who was just standing back and watching the two sisters fight. “You can fuck this little brat tonight,” she told him. “I’ll let you see just how little you’ll get out of a woman with little to offer an experienced man like you. Then, I’ll find you another night and show you what a real woman can do.”

“Why don’t you stay and watch and see exactly what I can do?” Gabrielle asked challengingly. “Unless you’re so threatened—”

“Fine,” Fleur said. She strode across the room to the chair at the desk beside the bed and plopped herself down on it, crossing her arms underneath her ample breasts. “Get to it then and let’s see what you think you’re capable of.”

“Forget her,” Gabrielle said to Harry, drawing his attention back over to her. “She’s just jealous. Let’s not let her ruin our evening of fun.”

Fleur didn’t rise to Gabrielle’s bait this time, so Harry just shook his head and cracked a small smile.

“You two are crazy,” he said.

“Please, you haven’t seen anything yet,” Gabrielle laughed. “We’ve had worse fights before. I’m just glad that we’ll be settling this one tonight because once Fleur sees what I can do, she’ll realise that she has nothing on me.”

“Are you going to talk all night or are you going to let him fuck you already?” Fleur asked haughtily.

“Let me work how I want to work,” Gabrielle retorted sharply before shooting Harry a seductive smile. “But I suppose I don’t want you to wait any longer. Let’s go to bed.”

Gabrielle strutted over and hopped onto the bed first. As soon as she did, the ropes attached to her limbs suddenly shot out and tied themselves to all four corners of the bed, locking her in place. She looked up hungrily at Harry as he reached the bed too.

“You can have me any way you want,” she told him. “You can fuck me as hard and as wildly as you can, and I’ll take it all.”

Harry climbed onto the bed, unable to stop himself from heading towards this incredible sight. His cock ached as Gabrielle stretched her legs open wider, showing off how soaking wet her pussy was. Moisture surrounded her swollen labia. Harry rested his cock along her stomach, visualising just how deep he could get inside of her. 

“You’d better,” he told her hungrily. “Because once we start, I won’t stop until I’ve had my fill.”

Gabrielle shivered in delight at his words. She drank in all of his attention like it was a fine wine, relishing in it. “Then go for it. I want you to pound my tight, little pussy until you forget about everything else.”

Harry pulled his hips back and placed the tip of his cock against her entrance. When he started to push in, he instantly realised what Gabrielle had been saying before about Veela pussy. It was simply unbelievable. It felt like he was sticking his cock into a furnace, but it was a wet heat that only heightened the pleasure he was feeling. Her walls were impossibly tight and yet still allowed him passage as he pushed deeper inside of her. It was like her body was moulding to match his perfectly.

“Fuck. Yes,” Gabrielle moaned out her words. She looked so happy and satisfied now that Harry’s cock was finally stretching out her pussy the way she’d desired for days now. She didn’t stop moaning until Harry’s cock filled her up completely and the tip of his cock was resting against her cervix. “Merlin, you feel better than any toy I’ve ever had.”

“That’s not much of a compliment,” Harry chuckled. “The real thing’s always better.”

Gabrielle shook her head lightly. “You don’t know the sort of toys I have. They’re incredibly realistic. They feel like a real cock, twitch and move like a real cock, and even cum like a real cock. I… I never expected anyone to be better than them until I saw you.”

“I guess I have a lot to live up to then,” Harry said as he pulled his hips back. Her pussy clamped down hard, trying to keep him buried deep inside of her, but he resisted and pulled back regardless. He waited until just his head was still inside of her and then brutally slammed forward.

“Fuck!” Gabrielle cried out as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her body bounced on the bed, but the ropes restraining her kept her in place. 

That was good, but Harry knew that he was going to want to have his fun with her sooner rather than later. Missionary position was perfectly well and good, but it was hard to go quite as fast as he liked.

So, to remedy that, he sat back on his knees and lifted Gabrielle’s hips up off of the bed so that he could still fuck her. She stared up at him, moaning as his cock scraped along the top wall inside of her pussy. When it hit a little special spot, her moan turned into a scream, and that was when Harry started fucking her.

The ropes adjusted and helped keep Gabrielle in place as Harry pounded into her pussy with reckless abandon. His hips slammed forward, and his cock looked like it was going to split her in two. Her pussy lips were stretched out so lewdly around his cock.

Faintly, Harry heard the wet sounds of Fleur starting to finger her pussy. When he looked over, her eyes were perfectly fixed on his cock plunging in and out of Gabrielle’s tight pussy. She had three fingers pumping in and out of herself in time with Harry’s movements, and her other hand was busy pinching her beautiful nipples.

The fact that Fleur was masturbating to him fucking Gabrielle filled a fantasy in Harry’s mind that he hadn’t even realised that he had. Fleur was a woman who everyone had a crush on back at Hogwarts, and now she was lusting after him so badly that she was touching herself. The role reversal nearly made him laugh, but his mind was too overwhelmed by the pleasure of Gabrielle’s pussy to do so.

“Oh, Harry!” Gabrielle cried loudly.

For a second, he thought that she was cumming, but when her body didn’t respond the way he’d been expecting, he narrowed his eyes at her.

“You just wanted my attention back on you, didn’t you?” He asked her as his hips slowed.

Gabrielle fought to push her pussy back down onto his cock, but the bonds held her too tightly in place to allow that. She let out a whine as she panted.

“Yes, damn it,” she exclaimed. “I want you watching me!”

That was fair enough. Tonight was her night to show him what she had to offer. 

“Alright,” Harry agreed. “My eyes will only be on you from now on.”

Gabrielle smiled up at him. “Good. Now, can you get back to fucking me?”

“Say please,” Harry teased her, just barely stirring the head of his cock around the inside of her pussy.

“Ple—EASE!” Gabrielle screamed as Harry slammed hard into her again. He ravaged her, fucking her roughly and molding her pussy to the shape of his cock. “THANK YOU, HARRY!”

Gabrielle’s pussy squelched with each thrust Harry made into her, and her juices were flowing freely down Harry’s thighs as he fucked her with everything he had. Her pussy was squeezing his cock so tightly that it was getting hard for him to focus, but it got even worse when her pussy started to quiver instead.

These little jolts of sudden tightness followed by a momentary reprieve prevented Harry from ever finding stable ground. It was hard to maintain his concentration on what he was doing when Gabrielle’s pussy seemed to be doing everything in its power to make him cum.

“Merde!” Gabrielle threw her head back. Her mouth was hung open and she was panting incessantly from the brutal pace that Harry had set. It was like her mind was shutting down as the pleasure she felt overrode everything else.

And through it all, Harry watched her, just as she wanted. He saw every little emotion that crossed over Gabrielle’s face before it was inevitably lost to the overwhelming lust that filled her. His grip on her hips tightened as he pounded into her pussy again and again, groaning as he fought to hold on just a bit longer to make this last as long as it could.

But nothing could withstand the pleasure of a Veela’s pussy cumming around them. 

“HARRY!” Gabrielle screamed at the top of her lungs as she came. Her pussy spasmed violently around his cock, and her entire body thrashed against the bonds that were holding her in place.

Harry cursed loudly as Gabrielle’s pussy took him over the edge. He exploded inside of her, blasting her pussy full of his thick cum. Their bodies trembled together as Harry unleashed everything he had and then some. He didn’t know if it was something to do with Gabrielle’s Veela nature, but he came far more than he normally did. 

When he finally finished and some semblance of sanity returned to him, Harry let Gabrielle fall limply onto the bed and let his cock slide out of her. Instantly, his cum started dripping out of her pussy and onto the bedsheets.

As good as she’d done, Harry had one final test for her.

Even though her mind was muddled by her orgasm, Gabrielle knew what to do when Harry crawled over top of her so that he was facing towards her feet. She opened her lips for his messy cock to enter into her mouth again, and Harry pushed as deeply inside of her as he could go. His cock filled her throat, and Gabrielle licked him clean from the base of his shaft all the way to the tip of his cock as he slowly pulled out of her.

“Good girl,” Harry complimented Gabrielle as she gave his cock a final, lingering kiss.

Gabrielle was still too overwhelmed by getting fucked by Harry to do more than mumble a thank you.

“I suppose it’s time that I get going then,” Fleur said as she got to her feet. She hadn’t had an orgasm yet, but Harry could imagine that she’d make one happen once she got back to her room. She strutted past Harry and Gabrielle as she licked her juice-covered fingers clean. “You’d better be ready for when I come knocking, Harry, because I expect you to be at the top of your game when you fuck me.”

“I will be,” Harry promised her.

Fleur swayed her hips as she left the room, giving Harry one last glimpse of her perfect bubble butt before she disappeared from sight.

“Should we go take a shower?” Harry asked Gabrielle.

“A bath, maybe,” she suggested, sounding exhausted. “And then bed.”

“Oh, are you done already?” Harry asked her challengingly. “I figured that you were ready to go all night, but I guess—”

Gabrielle suddenly pounced on him and impaled herself back onto his cock. “No!” She shouted. “A shower is good. You can fuck me there too, and then take me back to bed and fuck me some more if that’s what it takes to prove myself to you. I’m better than Fleur and always will be.”

Harry laughed and grabbed onto her arse as he hoisted her into the air. Her light body was no trouble at all to carry, and he started bouncing her on his cock as he started walking to the door.

“We’ll see,” he said.