Fantastic Shags and Where to Snog Them Ch. 2

Fleur took a deep breath. Tomorrow was the second task, and of course the British Ministry decided that they should be swimming underwater in February. She couldn’t wrap her head around the madness that was Hogwarts. A different DADA teacher every year, with the current one being an insane man who could possibly be looking at her without her clothes on all the time.

Then there was the fact that last year a psycho killer had been stalking the halls looking to kill Harry Potter, not to mention the dementors roaming the grounds and talk of a werewolf teacher. Then a Basilisk the year before, and rumors of a Death Eater teacher before that.

Overall, Hogwarts sucked.

And as always seemed to be the case Harry Potter was in the middle of it. A fourth Champion, Hogwarts’ second. At first she had suspected the boy of cheating, but the boy seemed to be nothing but sincere and kind.

Didn’t stop him from completely overwhelming a dragon in the last task however.

So she was going to “convince” him to not do so well this time. She needed the points. As a Veela she was a being of fire and air, So water and cold was going to ruin her.

If for some reason Harry did not do as well, then it would not look as bad for her and her people.

She wished she could get advice from her mother, but despite staying with Beauxbatons for the duration of the tournament Fleur had been hard pressed to find her mother since the first task. Now Gabrielle was with them as well and she could really use the help. Her eighteen year-old sister could be a brat sometimes.

Fleur stalked through the halls of Hogwarts, she knew that Harry had disappeared constantly over the past few months on the seventh floor of the castle. Even when he had gone to the Yule Ball with that Indian girl he had left her and disappeared for hours.

She scoured the floor, but after more than thirty minutes she couldn’t find any sign of him. She stopped in front of a large tapestry, looking at some man trying to make trolls dance. Shaking her head she began to pace.

I need to find Harry Potter.

I need to find Harry Potter.

I need to find Harry Potter.

The sound of grinding stone stopped her short and she turned to see a door form in front of her. Oh, duh, magic. The seventh floor was not particularly big, so this was probably the only place Harry had gone, unless he was the headmasters secret boy lover.

Fleur put her ear to the door to try and listen, but couldn’t hear anything, tentatively she placed her hand on the knob and opened the door ever so slightly.

“OH FUCK HARRY!” a woman screamed with an obvious french accent. “FILL ME UP, BREED ME LIKE THE WHORE I AM!”

Fleur gulped, feeling herself moisten at the words. Despite being a Veela Fleur couldn’t say she had a ton of experience, you couldn’t when all the boys your age came from just a womans touch. But the few times she had been able to properly indulge in carnal desires she had always been left wanting.

Harry, for it was obviously Harry, seemed to be able to give the woman he was fucking that satisfaction, or she was just really good at faking it.

“GOD YOUR COCK IS SO BIG!” screamed the familiar voice that she couldn’t place.

Along with the woman's screams came the wet sounds of hips slapping together, and what seemed to be splashing water.

Fleur opened the door more, and saw a large room, the aroma of sex filled her nostrils and made her legs tremble.

The four poster bed looked well used, sheets and pillows strewn about and large wet spots staining several places. From the other corner of the room was a curtain, a light on the inside showing Fleur what was happening on the other side.

A man and a woman were in a large tub of water, Fleur watched the shadow of the man bend the woman over the side of the tub, her familiar curvy body sticking her ass into the air. Fleur stifled a gasp as the shadow of the mans cock came into view as he pulled out of the woman.

It was huge, reminding Fleur of those VHS porn tapes she had seen.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.

The man, Harry, spanked the woman a few times, causing a guttural moan to echo out before slipping back inside her, one of his hands yanking back her hair while the other continued to spank her.

Somehow the entirety of Harry’s cock was able to fit inside the woman, and Fleur thought she even saw the woman's stomach bulge slightly as his third leg entered her.

Wet trails of Fleurs own arousal trailed down her legs, already completely soaking through her panties. She didn’t realize she was masturbaiting until her finger slipped inside herself, her thumb teasing her clit.

Slowly, her legs trembling Fleur moved closer to the monster cock, forgetting why she was even there.

Her stumbling steps took her a few feet away from the curtain, her breath heavy as her fingers pistoned in and out of her tight cunt, seeming way too inadequate compared to what was happening to the woman on the other side.

She wondered which one of her classmates had been lucky enough to seduce The-Boy-Who-Lived. Maybe he was fucking multiple of them, probably half of Hogwarts along with that seeing how any girl would bend over at just the image of his cock.

“Fuck Apolline, you’re suck a dirty slut. I can’t wait to give Fleur another sister.”

Fleur froze, but only for a moment before she came harder than she ever had before, her scream of pleasure silencing the other two in the room. She slipped, falling on the ground, one hand in her panties and the other pinching her nipple hard. A part of her wanted to get up and flee from her mother and Harry, but her body was still spasming from the intense immoral pleasure of finding out her mother was fucking an eighteen year old boy.

The curtain was thrown open and Fleur felt herself cum again at the sight.

Harry stood there, emerald green eyes glowing, his huge cock dripping with her mothers desire. Next to him stood her mother, and she was covered in cum. It trailed down her face, gummed up her hair, coated her huge breasts, the same ones Fleur once drank out of as a baby. And lastly, most erotically, it dripped out of her swollen red cunt. Her whore of a mother really was trying to be bred by The-Boy-Who-Lived..
“Fleur?!” they both said at the same time.

In response Fleur moaned, her fingers trying to reach as far into herself as possible. For several moments the only sound was the squelch of Fleur’s fingers in her pussy and her muffled moans as she rode her orgasm.

—

Harry watched the Beauxbatons champions writhe on the ground with her hand pistoning in and out of her soaked pussy. He heard Apolline next to him gulp and the wet splatter of his cum drip from her used body onto the ground.

“So your daughter is just as much of a slut as you,” he said, grabbing the older woman by her plump ass and squeezing.

Apolline jolted, knocked away from whatever thoughts had been on her mind. She rubbed the spot he squeezed, his handprint from the many times he spanked her keeping the area sore.

“Y-yes. I guess so,” she breathed, her face flushed.

Harry’s eyebrows rose. The moment he had seen Fluer on the ground he had thought of shoving his cock inside her, but he had expected Apolline to at the very least be done for the day. Ashamed and turned off by being caught by Fleur. Never had he thought she would be turned on by the sight of her daughter masturbaiting in front of her cum covered body.

He laughed, drawing both of the blonde Veela’s attention.

What Ron had told him turned out to be true for once. Veela’s were just whores that acted pretentious.

Harry moved behind the older woman, moving her hair out from behind her neck and kissing it. His cock nestled between her thick ass cheeks. She shuddered, and he felt her skin heat as her pale skin flushed all the way down to her breasts.

“So she’ll enjoy what we do next then.”

He pushed her forward and she fell, catching herself on her hands and knees right on top of Fleur. The younger Veela’s eyes widened as drops of Harry’s cum fell on her face. Her tongue danced out tasting it and she bit her lip to stifle the moan.

“Fuck ‘Arry tastes so good,” she said, looking up at her mothers stained face with jealousy.

“Yes… He does,” Apolline said, her voice somewhat hesitant, no doubt knowing what happens next.

Harry knelt behind the older woman, slapping his cock on her ass which made her jolt.

She looked over her shoulder, her deep blue eyes stirring with a million emotions. Hesitance, shame, arousal, anticipation. He didn’t give her the time to choose the less fun emotion to stick with.

He guided his cock down pressing into her, she let out a deep moan.

“‘Arry please!” she said.

His hand smacked down, spanking her ass. Which made her back arch and her breasts push into Fleurs own. The younger Veela stared up at her mother with wide eyes, more drops of cum  hitting her face.

“Yes dear?” Harry replied lovingly, as if he was her husband instead of the one she was cheating on him with.

“I-I don’t know if-”

Harry pulled out and thrust back in. Apolline’s tight cunt spasming from the sudden movement. Harry saw that her arms shook, already tired from the hours they had spent fucking.

“Shh, I want to talk to Fleur.”

Fleur’s head tilted, her face still in shock, and tongue lapping up drops of cum unconsciously.

“‘Arry?”

“So what are you doing here? I didn’t think it was possible to find us in the Room of Requirement.”

Fleur blinked rapidly, her breaths coming quickly as she tried to remember.

“I-I wanted to find you.”

“Oh?” Harry replied, pounding his cock into her mother, the wet clapping of their hips echoing out in the room.

He leaned over Apolline, one hand on her meaty ass and the other one moving underneath to grab her large breast, his hand brushing against Fleur’s own still covered breasts, which caused her to flinch, and he felt her legs squirm on either side of his own.

“And why is that?” he asked casually, as he mauled Fleurs mother on top of her.

The milf’s arms were only a moment from giving up and causing the woman to land on her daughter.

“I-I wanted to convince you to…” she contemplated her own thoughts, and Harry let her, refocusing on his cock stretching Apolline’s pussy. God she felt heavenly. Her fat ass rippled with each thrust, smooth as a younger woman despite giving birth and the effects of age.

Pulling all the way out he looked at the head of his cock as he pushed it back in. The way her pussy lips wrapped around the head of his cock, stretching beyond what seemed healthy. How her wet cunt both seemed hard to enter and and seemed to suck him in at the same time.

“I wanted to convince you to let me stand out in the next task. Y-you did so well last time that the rest of us were completely ignored.”

“So you are an attention seeking whore?”

“NO!” she yelled, real anger shining for a moment in her blue eyes. “This tournament is important for my people. If they see that a Veela can do as well as a human then it can increase our standing internationally.”

“Hmm.”

Harry knew that. Him and Apolline had grown close over the past few months, almost turning into a real relationship, if not for the fact she was married and he had no idea if he really wanted one. Often times after a fuck session they would lay down and talk for a while, and eventually she told him all about Fleur being in the tournament and what it meant for Veela.

“And you would do anything for that?” Harry asked coyly.

Fleur gulped looking at her mother whose eyes were closed and mouth hanging open as she was pounded.

“Yes…”

“Aren’t you proud of your daughter Apolline?”

Apolline’s face was clouded with lust as she looked at her daughter, her mind hazy as she could only think of the cock spearing her and her daughter's beautiful, familiar eyes.

“Y-yesss.”

“Good. Now let her have a treat.”

Harry pressed Apolline’s head down and mashed the mother and daughters faces together. Fleur’s eyes widened as their lips met, and both of them were frozen for a brief moment. Then Apolline’s tongue darted into her daughter's mouth. Harry felt himself harden even further at the sight. It seemed Apolline was motivated to feel every inch of the inside of her daughter's mouth.

Fleur’s hands grabbed her mothers face, turning it before she began to lick up the cum off of it with her small tongue.

“Delicious isn’t it Fleur?” Apolline said to her daughter.

“Yes, so much magical power. Its addicting.”

Harry didn’t know if she was making a joke or not. Maybe Veela could get magic power from cum like some sort of succubus.

The live show of Fleur cleaning off Apolline’s face like a cat drinking milk brought Harry to the brink.

“I’m about to cum!” he told them.

Fleur pulled her mother closer, moving her hair out of the way and suckling on her neck. The same spot Harry had kissed earlier.

“Do it inside,” she whispered, just loud enough for Harry to hear over the sounds of wet slaps. “Give me a little seester.”

“Fuuck!” Harry growled, giving one final push before dumping his seed inside the milf Veela’s tight cunt. He felt her already full womb leaking the excess, and heard it fall onto Fleur’s clothed form.

Apolline screamed into Fleurs neck, Fleur for her part held her mother close still sucking on her neck. Fleur’s eyes were wild with lust at the taboo act.

Harry felt Apolline’s tight cunt clench harder than it ever had before, trying to take as much seed as it could. Needing to be bred.

After he was done he slowly pulled out of Apolline, watching as a steady stream of his semen flowed out of her, landing on Fleur’s crotch.

He took a moment to catch his breath, tired from the previous hours spent fucking Apolline before Fleur showed up.

“Should we move this to the bed?” He said finally.

Fleur’s mother wasn’t in a state to properly reply, her cunt still twitching as if asking where its toy had gone. However her daughter was all for it. She pushed her mother off of her before taking Harry by the hand and practically dragging him to the bed.

Her tight robes accentuated her round firm ass, and he felt himself stiffen again. The potion Apolline fed him earlier that day was a god-send. Sure he had what was above average sexual stamina, but hours of cumming was not normal.

Fleur took out her wand, pressing it to her clothing and speaking.

“Evanesco.”

Her robes and any shirts and pants underneath disappeared, leaving her in a blue lace bra and soaked panties.

She crawled onto the bed, wiggling her ass expectantly.

Harry spanked her hard, sending her onto her chest. She picked herself up, turning to show Harry that her breasts had slipped out of her bra. Her dark pink nipples hardened to points. She shook them, making them slip further out.

“Now fuck me ‘Arry.”