PATREON EXCLUSIVE: Like Mother, Like Daughter - Bonus Chapter 2

Summary: Fleur, tired of boring sex with her boring husband, decides to take an extended vacation back in France at her family’s summer villa. Too bad no one told her that her mother and new lover would also be spending the summer there… Especially when that lover was none other than Harry Potter.

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Bonus Chapter #2: Fair Is Fair (AKA Gabby gets her turn)

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Harry hummed a small tune as he swept through the kitchen. Deft hands danced around the counter and stove-tops, hard at work perfecting the aromatic meal. When he and Apolline had first visited the Delacour summer villa, their eager house-elf had practically threatened Harry with bodily harm if he so much as raised a finger in the kitchen. Harry wouldn’t be deterred however. He found relaxation in cooking, and wasn't relaxing what vacations were all about?

Thankfully, after much prodding, the elf relented with a promise to fully ban him if Harry didn’t let her at least clean up after he was done. He would never understand house-elves but in the end he agreed to Chouchou’s terms. Besides, the elf never noticed when he washed the occasional pot or pan himself in an effort to lighten her load.

It was when he was turning down the heat to let the fragrant plum sauce he was preparing simmer, that the elephant in the chateau reared its head.

Gabrielle had grown much since the Triwizard Tournament. No longer was she the small, excitable young teen girl, but a fully-grown eighteen year old woman. The cuteness of childhood had been refined to that of adult beauty. She now sported lean muscle and delicate curves where once there was baby fat and awkwardness. Her Veela heritage certainly helped things. Harry had to actively avoid staring at the sizable swell of her chest during the day. 

She could not match her mother or sister in the asset department, but that did little to take away from her striking beauty. Harry wouldn’t be surprised if Gabrielle had to ward off more drooling boys than her sister ever did. In a way she reminded him very much of Luna, with her features holding an almost otherworldly look as if she were an elf straight from the pages of Tolkien’s works.

All in all, Harry definitely couldn’t see her as that little girl he saved from the lake any longer.

Silence reigned as he cooked. Gabby seemed most intent to simply sit and stare as he worked, icy blue eyes watching his every movement with a sharpened gaze. Harry couldn’t help but equate it to those animal documentaries his muggle school teachers used to show in science class. The ones where a dangerous lioness would watch her prey with rapt attention, studying their every move before finally striking.

Somehow, Gabby made those lionesses seem like paltry house cats compared to her.

Finally, after several tortuous minutes, her soft voice filtered through the air.

“So, are you simply fucking my mozer and sister or is eet somzing more?” She asked from her place at the breakfast counter. 

Harry jumped slightly at her sudden words. Despite the crass question, her voice was even and level. Calm as if she were simply asking about the weather. It perturbed him somewhat, the easiness of which she referred to the current family dilemma they found themselves in.

“Uh- Well I suppose it’s mainly a physical relationship at the moment. Your- ah- mother definitely has no interest in a serious relationship. I’m not sure about Fleur? Her marriage did just end so I suppose she’s simply enjoying being a free woman for now.” He summarized.

Gabrielle hummed at his response, idly tapping her fingers on the marble countertop.

It was an awkward thing, explaining this to her, but as embarrassing as it was Harry would not apologize for anything. Gabrielle may not like it, but both Apolline and Fleur were their own women, and their… unorthodox relationship was consenting by all parties involved.

“And do you wish for ze… intimacy to continue?”

Harry for his part, snorted at her aversion to using the word ‘sex’ or ‘fucking’. Perhaps her original crassness had been unintentional. She may have even been thrown off by his lack of boyish stuttering when faced with such a lewd topic. 

“Well I certainly have no complaints if that’s what you're asking.” He said, stirring the plum sauce while checking the temperature of the duck roasting in the oven “Look… I get that this is a bit of a… bewildering situation. But your mother is happy. Fleur is happy. Maybe the context of our relationship may make others balk, but at the end of the day does that matter? They’re happy and so am I. I would never do anything to hurt them and if they ever wished for things to end, then I would accept that with a smile and a wish for their wellbeing.” He finished, turning to level the youngest Delacour with an unwavering gaze.

Gabby matched his with a stoic mask of her own, eyes staring back unblinking into his own. Finally, the stoic mask broke and the young girl shot him a bright smile.

“Merci. Zat is all I care about. If zey are ‘appy, zen I am ‘appy!” She beamed.

Harry sent a smile back of his own, before turning his attention to the food once more.

“Well since that’s settled, do you know how long you’ll be staying?” He asked.

Gabrielle snorted. “Trying to send me away already! Is eet difficult to ravish my mozer and sister while I sleep not two rooms away?”

“Wha-? No! I mean-” He was cut off by the younger girls tinkling laughter.

“I am messing wiz you ‘Arry! I will be ‘ere for a week or two. A month at most. I will be starting my new job at Mode Féerique in two months. My schedule will be ‘ectic after zat so I wish to relax as much as possible till zen.”

Harry nodded along to her explanation. “That’s the magical fashion magazine right? The one that’s sold all over the world?”

“Oui! And you are looking at zere new front cover model!” The girl exclaimed excitedly, striking a pose with a giggle.

Harry laughed. “Well congratulations then! That’s a huge accomplishment!”

“Merci!” She grinned. “Mama is really proud. I was chosen out of a pool of two zousand ozer girls!”

“And each of them just couldn’t compare to you.” Harry remarked with a smirk. Quickly, he searched the cupboards and produced two crystal chalices. Racing into the small wine-rack next to it, he picked out an adequate vintage with a nod.

“Of course zey couldn’t! I am a Delacour after all!” Gabrielle replied with a faux haughty expression. She burst into giggles not a second later just as Harry laughed as well.

Quickly he poured the two glasses and slid one to Gabby.

“To a great start to a new career.” He toasted.

“And to a rauncy bout of lovemaking for my mozer and sister!” She laughed, clinking her glass to his and taking a sip. “Of course, I will ‘ave to sample your skills to ensure zey are truly being satisfied.” She said offhandedly.

The remark took Harry by surprise, causing him to suck in a mouthful of wine into his lungs. He doubled over instantly, hacking and coughing the offending liquid out as his chest burned irritably.

Gabby had quickly abandoned her drink and ran to his side. He felt the firm pats against his back in an effort to help quell his sudden coughing fit. Finally, after a few minutes, the pain subsided and breath returned to his lungs. Quickly, he snapped his gaze to the side.

“W-what?!” He wheezed, leveling the young Veela with a bewildered expression.

Gabby smiled innocently at him. “Eet is simple. You will need to sleep with moi, so zat I can be assured ze two of zem are receiving adequate pleasure.” She said, hoping up onto the counter with her legs dangling over the side. Harry tried to ignore the way her already short skirt rode up a bit from the action, displaying a generous amount of her smooth creamy thighs.

“Gabby I- we can’t just sleep together like that” It wouldn’t be appropriate!” He exclaimed. 

“Why not?” She asked with some confusion. “Mozer seemed fine wiz ze idea and Fleur did not seem to care one way or anozer.”

“Wait wait wait! They know about this?” He sputtered.

Gabrielle nodded. “Oui! Zey even went into town for a girl’s night tonight so zat we may ‘ave some privacy!”

“No wonder it’s been so quiet.” He muttered to himself. Normally around this time one of the girls would have initiated some sort of lecherous act with him. Veela really were insatiable creatures.

“So…” The young blonde said, drawing his attention back to her. Harry suppressed a gulp as he realized her previously button blouse was now wide open, revealing a pair of full breasts threatening to spill free from a white cotton bra. “Come show me what ‘Arry Potter can do~” 

With that, Gabby quickly unsnapped the front clasp of her bra. Her pale breasts burst free, jiggling slightly as they bounced out from their cotton prison. Her small nipples were already beginning to crinkle under his gaze and Harry unconsciously licked his lips at the sight of them.

Rationally, he knew he shouldn’t. Sleeping with Fleur had already added a sense of uncertainty to the mix and Gabby would only add to that. But at the same time, she did say that Apolline and Fleur had both agreed to it, and besides, in a couple months she’ll be back in Paris at her new modeling job. Surely having a bit of fun till then wouldn’t hurt right?

“Fuck it.” Harry growled, making up his mind quickly as he surged forward and smashed his lips against hers.

Gabrielle gasped in delight as he began to snog her heatedly. The young blonde wasted no time in pulling him close by his shirt collar and sinking into the kiss. Harry’s mind was abuzz as he kissed her. Her lips were soft and nimble, easily matching his hunger with a need of her own. The taste of the sweet wine from earlier on her lips prompted him to swipe his tongue along them, seeking entrance. She gave it with a throaty moan, opening her mouth without a thought and lavishing his tongue with her own. 

Harry’s hand snaked down as they kissed. First stopping to cup her wonderfully full breasts, kneading the soft flesh and enjoying the way it spilled out between his fingers. With a smirk, he pulled back from the supple tit until his fingers found the prominent hardened nup. The gasp she expelled when he gave the crinkled nipple a firm pinch had him chuckling darkly against her lips. Gabby whimpered as he continued to tease her sensitive nubs, alternating between the two with small pinches and twists. She was definitely more chest sensitive than her mother and sister, that was for sure.

As much as he wished to continue to tease her wonderful tits, Harry’s true prize sat further south. 

His hand continued its path downwards, dancing over the girl’s flat stomach. When he reached the junction between her legs, she sucked in a sharp breath in anticipation. He tasked the inside of her thighs first, enjoying the feeling of the soft flesh he had tried to ignore earlier. Only now he realized it was a crime to ignore such heavenly thighs and he mentally swore to show them their well deserved attention later.

Inch by inch, his hand travelled closer to her core. Gabby shivered with anticipation, a small whine leaving her lips as he prolonged her small torture. No doubt her arousal was raging through every nerve in her body. The heat radiating from her mound was intense, burning with need as he slowly approached her nether lips. 

Deciding to finally take pity, Harry plunged his hand forward and cupped her swollen mound. His eyes widened slightly as his hand was instantly wet with her slick arousal. Breaking the kiss, he stared down at her with a teasing smirk.

“No knickers? My my you really were prepared for this. I guess I need to reward you for being such a good little slut.” 

Gabby whimpered at his words, staring back at him with lust glazed eyes and swollen red lips. Her mouth parted momentarily to respond, but any such words were cut off as Harry pushed his fingers forward, sinking two into her sweltering heat with ease.

“HNG!” Gabby exclaimed, clenching her eyes closed in pleasure and grabbing fistfuls of his shirt in a white-knuckle grip.

He gave her no reprieve. Curling his fingers up, Harry began to rake his hand in and out of her soaked pussy at a leisurely pace. The spongy walls of her cunt gave way to his penetrating digits, gleefully parting to let him give their owner as much pleasure as possible. By the increasing amount of cute grunts and whimpers coming from the blonde, he was doing a very good job at it.

Not wishing to stay idle, his other hand rose up to cup the young Veela’s heaving chest. He continued his earlier efforts of teasing her stiff nipples with soft pinches and tweaks. He times each one with a thrust of his fingers into her tight snatch, mixing up the intensity of each as to keep the blonde guessing. Gabby could do nothing but moan and curse in torturous pleasure.

On one such thrust, his fingers brushed against a familiar rough patch of flesh along the top of her inner walls. Gabby howled in pleasure from this, prompting Harry to attack her new-found g-spot with devious intent. The soft grunts from earlier had now morphed into full fledged cries of ecstasy. Gabby wrapped her arms tight around his neck as her cunt constricted tightly around his fingers. Loud squelching sounds emanated from her pussy, echoing off the kitchen walls with a telling increase. 

Harry forwent any teasing at this point. Instead he used his other hand to keep her shaking legs spread while he thrust wildly into her leaking cunt. Without warning, Gabby’s moans halted as her body jerked to a standstill, her mouth open wide as a silent scream tore from her throat. 

Just as quickly as it started, her silent scream morphed into an audible cry of pleasure. Her legs trembled as her orgasm ran rampant through her body. A gush of arousal soaked his hand and splashed onto the floor below. The fluttering of her inner walls grew so intense that his fingers were forcefully pushed out of her cunt. All the while Gabby held onto him tightly, gasping with breath as she came.

“Merde.” She groaned, slowly lowering her shaking legs. “Fleur was not lying. Vous connaissez vraiment votre chemin autour d’une chatt!” She rambled in french.

Harry had spent enough time around Apolline and Fleur by now to parse most of the meaning from her words. With a quiet chuckle, he leaned forward to place a searing kiss on her lips. Gabby moaned in approval at the action, her lips responding to sloppily inhale his own.

Harry let out a muffled groan as the blonde sneakily dove down to grasp his straining member. She smirked against his lips, giving his cock a few manguid strokes through his pants as she did so.

“Are you going to stop at simply fingering moi?” She asked huskily against his lips. “Or are you going to fuck me ‘Arry?~”

Harry growled in response. Gabby let out a giggle of delight as she was suddenly thrown roughly over his shoulder. Her laughter morphed into a lustful moan as he gave her bum a sharp slap.

“Do you like zat? If you can make me cum again wiz zat cock of yours zen I’ll let you spank me whenever you want!” She giggled.

Harry said nothing as he marched her into the living room, simply landing another firm spank to her soft ass cheeks. This did nothing but prompt another round of giggles from the girl before she was suddenly flung onto the large white sofa. 

He wasted no time in removing his clothes, well aware that Gabrille was watching him do so with rapt attention. Her fingers softly teased her cunt, rubbing her delicate pearl as she watched him strip. The gasp she let out in response to him finally freeing his straining cock brought a smug smirk to his lips, even more so when she forwent simply rubbing herself and instead fully plunged her fingers into her snatch.

Harry chuckled as he kneeled down onto the couch, pulling her towards him by her spread thighs.

“As lovely as that sight is, I think you’ll enjoy this in your cunt far more.”

Gabby bit her lip with a nod, pulling her fingers free from her pussy and using them to spread her lower lips open.
Harry quickly positioned himself at her dripping entrance. Her folds were so slick with arousal that he met no resistance as he slowly began to sink into her. He groaned out at the feeling of her hot inner walls. Her tightness was exquisite and he knew if he wasn’t careful then he very well may spill himself within her all too soon.

Gabby, for her part, relished in the feeling of him as well. Her own moans joined his as he began to thrust inside her. She had wrapped her legs over his shoulders without even prompting, allowing him to push her thighs forward in a way that gave him easy access to her cunt. Her moans were mixed with shuddering gasps every time he slammed into her, the tip of his cock brushing against her g-spot with every thrust. He could already feel her pussy fluttering with another building orgasm, something he was more than willing to help speed along.

With a few quick flicks of his thumb against her clit, Gabby let out a high-pitched squeal as she came. THis climax proved to be even more brutal than the last, drawing screams of rapid French from her lips as her body convulsed. 

Harry stifled a groan at the feeling of her fluttering walls. He wanted nothing more than to lose himself right then and there, but pride demanded he withhold it. There was no doubt in his mind that he’d be able to get it up again after cumming inside the blonde beauty, but thus far she’d only cum twice, with only one of those times being from his cock. That wouldn’t do, not if he wanted to prove he could more than handle her mother and sister’s needs after all.

If Gabrielle was surprised when he flipped her around, then she didn’t say so. Instead, now positioned with her torso over the head of the couch and her ass perched enticingly in front of him, she wiggled her hips alluringly, legs still twitching from her orgasm.

He entered her again without a word. Her moan joined his own as his cock was enveloped by her tight walls once more. It was by no means as tight as the earlier position made it, but it was certainly still a velvety heaven.

With a firm swat to her ass cheek that elicited a soft gasp, Harry grasped her hips tightly and pushed forward. The loud ‘SLAP’ from skin meeting skin echoed harshly off the walls, followed quickly by another, and another, and another…

It was a cacophony of flashy claps as he hammered into her dripping snatch. Gabby was a howling mess of ecstasy as he pounded her cunt relentlessly. Her ass jiggled with such force that from Harry’s view it looked like a tidal wave of flesh. The pale cheeks had grown red from his repeated swats and gropes. The welting handprints were a point of pride for him, and from Gabby’s loud screams of ‘Oui!’ and ‘More!’, they were something she quite enjoyed as well.

When the first orgasm in this position announced itself, Harry barely even paid it any mind. He continued to pound the life out of the young Veela as she squealed in a violent climax. The second and third were both equally ignored, albeit a bit harder to do so. It felt as if every climax forced her cunt to constrict tighter and tighter, and soon her walls would achieve their goal of milking him for every drop.

Harry pressed on though. His groin and stomach were soaked with the girl’s juices, making the slaps from earlier even louder. Gabby had long since lost the strength to hold herself up. Her upper body hung limply over the couch. The only sounds coming from her mouth now were soft grunts as her pussy was used over and over again. She let out another pitiful whine as her cunt constricted once more, her body forcing itself to climax despite her lack of strength.

It was enough for Harry, however. With a shuddering groan he finally erupted inside her, the pent up orgasm forcing his hips to jerk and spasm as he emptied his balls within the young Veela’s womb. Gabby sighed in content as she felt the molten hot cum fill her sore cunt. The soothing fullness brought a smile to her tired lips as Harry sagged atop her.

“Mmm~ Zat was wonderful ‘Arry…” She croaked. “I zink zat mama and Fleur are well taken care AHH!” She screamed in surprise as she was suddenly flipped backwards.

She landed upside down on the couch with an ‘Omph!’. Blinking away the sudden dizziness, she was met with the upside down image of Harry Potter’s still very hard cock mere inches from her face.

“Oh merde…” She murmured.

Any following remarks were cut off as the hard cock suddenly flung forward and plunged into mouth, barely slowing down until it was hilted inside her throat.

‘Oh yes~” She purred in her mind, closing her eyes happily as Harry began to roughly fuck her face. ‘Mama and Fleur are very well taken care of indeed…’

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Apolline and Fleur walked back into the villa chatting idly, their arms laden with bags from their evening shopping trip. Both suddenly stopped as the smell of burning food hit their senses. Mother and daughter looked at one another confused until, as one, they threw down their bags and ran to the kitchen in a panic.

The sight they were met with was not one of a horrible fiery blaze, but a rather comical one in the form of a sheepish Harry Potter being yelled at in rapid French by their house-elf.

When Chouchou saw them run in, her gaze did anything but soften. Instead the normally kind house-elf pointed a blackened spatula at them angrily.

“Mistresses will keep this one out of the kitchen and in the bedroom making babies where he belongs!” Chouchou screeched. “Stupid British wizard almost burned down the house!”

Both women suppressed a snort as Chouchou began to berate Harry once more. Even if the sheepish man could not understand much of what the elf was saying, the sheer visceral heat behind her words were enough to cow him.

“Enough Chouchou.” Apolline laughed. “I believe Harry learned his lesson and I will endeavor to keep him from your kitchen.”

Chouchou nodded and popped away with one last angry scowl in Harry’s direction. As soon as the elf was gone, Apolline and Fleur both burst out in a fit of giggles. Harry sent them both a small glare, but it had no heat behind it.

“Oh do not look so glum mon amour!” Apolline laughed, walking up to place a gentle kiss on his cheek. “Chouchou does not mean anything by it.”

“Oui.” Fleur said with a smirk. “Zough I do wonder what ‘ad you so distracted zat you would burn dinner so badly!”

Apolline smirked as well. “True daughter! Tell me ‘Arry, did somezing or perhaps, someone distract you from your cooking? Perhaps anozer Veela?”

Harry rolled his eyes. “If you’re talking about Gabby and her little ploy with the two of you then yes.”

“And where is Gabrielle now?” Apolline asked.

Harry gestured towards the living room prompting both blondes to look. Fleur let out a soft gasp at the sight before her, something that Apolline echoed with a muttered word.

“Merde!” She gasped.

Lying face down on the couch, completely nude with cum leaking from all of her holes, lay Gabrielle. The younger Veela was completely motionless, save for the occasional twitching of her legs. More cum glistened atop her ass in long stripes across both cheeks. Apolline and Fleur both winced slightly at the bright red welts in the shape of a hand peppering her bum. Slowly, both Veel turned back to Harry with shocked expressions. He merely shrugged with a sheepish smile.

“What? She told me I had to prove I could handle the two of you. I think I made my point.”

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Author’s Note

Hope you enjoyed this bonus chapter! Still haven’t heard word yet on my appeal for Chapter 2 so I will be posting Chapter 3 publicly either today or tomorrow. I did however have another work taken down. It was “Prepare For Trouble & Make It Double” so I’m guessing Patreon is giving me a firm no-no on any fics like that. It sucks but sadly there’s not much I can do about it besides appealing. Anyway, self-pitying rant over!

Thanks for reading!