Veela Paradise (Ch. 3 - In The Shower With Gabrielle)

After finishing his séance with Fleur in the living room, Harry absentmindedly headed upstairs to retrieve his wand, which he had forgotten on the bathroom countertop while getting ready that morning. His thoughts were preoccupied with what had transpired downstairs; how Fleur's luscious curves felt underneath his hands, how tight her snatch gripped onto his dick, and most importantly, how good it felt to empty his balls inside her after a day of longing.

As Harry approached the bathroom, he could hear neither the sound of the shower nor any other commotion coming from the other side, so he assumed that Gabrielle must have finished already. The door was also unlocked, so he had no reason to suspect that anyone would be inside.

The second he opened the door and crossed its threshold, however, it became clear that the bathroom was anything but vacant. The rush of hot, humid air enveloped him, accompanied by the unmistakable sound of running water, previously concealed by what must have been a Silencing Charm, preventing the noise from escaping the bathroom.

Harry's eyes immediately drifted towards the source of the noise, where the fuzzy outline of Gabrielle's beautiful form behind the shower glass came into view, slightly obscured by the condensation gathering on the glass' surface. His eyes traced along the smooth curve of her shoulders down to her pert tits, which stood tall and proud on her thin frame. His gaze continued further down to her narrow waist, leading to the generous swell of her hips and the roundness of her ass cheeks.

He had finished his encounter with Fleur only minutes earlier, but the sight of Gabrielle's nude outline made his cock twitch in his trousers. It was only when he caught himself staring at her alluring figure for too long that he managed to refocus his attention on the matter at hand.

Gabrielle must not have heard him enter due to the loud sound of the rushing water, which meant that if he moved quietly enough, he could slip in and out without making her aware of his accidental entrance. With this thought in mind, Harry silently tiptoed towards the countertop where his wand still lay, trying to avoid making any more noise than necessary.

Just as he reached for his wand, though, a sudden crash against the shower glass echoed throughout the bathroom, followed by an eerie silence. Harry's heart skipped a beat, and he spun around, worried that something had happened to Gabrielle.

The sight that greeted him was nothing short of breathtaking, however. Pressed up against the shower glass, facing him, were the two plump cheeks of Gabrielle's ass, spread apart, revealing the pink pucker of her asshole between them. Harry stood frozen, his fingers inches away from his wand, as his mind raced to make sense of the situation.

And as he watched, the imprint of her round ass slowly disappeared, only to reappear again with a long, low moan.

Harry swallowed hard. Whatever Gabrielle was doing, she seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit, and his cock twitched even harder, trying to burst its way free from his trousers. Try as he might, he couldn't keep his eyes off of her every movement, either, looking just at the spot where her shapely derriere would touch the glass every couple of seconds.

It was only when her moan reached a crescendo, and she breathed out his name that Harry realised she was fantasizing about him. And the purple spot on the shower glass that had been hiding her pussy from his view suddenly clicked in his mind; She was fucking herself on a dildo, imagining it was his big, fat cock filling her up instead.

His heart was pounding in his chest as he tried to focus on his wand. He needed to get out of here quickly, while he still had some self-control left in him.

But his traitorous cock had other ideas.

Just as he was about to make a move on his wand, he fumbled it, and it clattered loudly to the floor. The sound echoed throughout the bathroom, and Gabrielle suddenly stopped, mid-moan. Harry froze, his heart in his throat, as the sound of his wand falling to the ground resounded in his ears.

Gabrielle's head suddenly popped out of the shower door, her eyes wide with surprise. "Harry?" she asked, stepping out of the shower, her perfect, nude body dripping with soap and water. Her hair stuck to her face like a golden halo, framing her delicate features.

Harry's mind raced as he tried to come up with an excuse, but nothing coherent came to mind. All he could do was stare at her gorgeous body, exposed before him, damp from the shower. Her perky tits seemed to call to him, begging for his touch. He glanced down at her smooth, tight stomach, all the way down to her perfectly shaved pussy. A drop of water fell from her navel and trailed down the front of her thigh, making Harry's mouth water with desire.

But Gabrielle didn't seem to mind his intrusion. Far from it, actually. She looked positively delighted, her eyes shining with excitement as they scanned over his firm chest and down to his bulging crotch. Her hands played with the droplets of water clinging to her breasts, not shy about showing off her figure.

"I was just thinking about you," she said, her voice soft and sultry, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "What a happy accident."

Harry's mind was a whirlwind of excuses, but all he managed to stammer out was, "I-I didn't think anyone would be inside. The door was unlocked, and I didn't hear the shower over the Silencing Charm." He gestured weakly towards his wand on the floor, "I just needed to grab my wand."

She stepped closer to him, reaching out with a hand, and tracing the outline of his erection through his trousers with her finger. "Well, now that you are already here..." she whispered seductively into his ear, sending chills down his spine.

Harry groaned, feeling his resolve slipping away. He couldn't help but stare at her perfect lips, wondering what she would feel like wrapped around his cock. And he wasn't going to let this opportunity pass him by.

Without another word, he pulled her close, pressing his lips onto hers in a passionate kiss as his clothes quickly soaked from her wet body. His hands roamed over her slick body, taking in every curve and dip of her form. Her skin felt so soft under his fingertips, and the taste of her lips was like a sweet nectar he couldn't get enough of.

Gabrielle responded enthusiastically, running her hands up his chest and into his hair. Her tongue eagerly explored his mouth as she moaned against his lips. As his hands slid further down her body, cupping her firm ass, she deepened the kiss, grinding her wet body against him in a desperate search for friction.

After what felt like an eternity, Harry finally broke the kiss, taking a step back to look at her. Her cheeks were flushed red, and her eyes were filled with lust. She looked just as ready for him as he was for her.

And now that his clothes were wet too, there was no longer any reason for them to stay on. With one swift motion, Harry untied his trousers and kicked them off, letting his hard cock spring free.

Gabrielle's eyes widened, staring at his thick rod, pointing straight at her. It looked almost menacing next to her petite frame, and Harry wondered if she was truly prepared for what he had in store for her.

But Gabrielle didn't seem to have any doubts. She stepped forward, her hands tracing his erection, sending shivers down his spine. He only barely managed to discard his shirt in time, before she grabbed him by the cock and dragged him into the shower.

As the warm water cascaded down upon them, Harry's eyes were drawn to the dildo still stuck to the glass wall. A smirk played on his lips as he noted with pride that he was both longer and thicker than the toy.

Gabrielle, however, seemed to have found a new favourite plaything, as she sank to her knees before him, her eyes never leaving his. She licked her lips, a wicked smile playing on her face as she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock. Harry's breath hitched in his throat as she leaned in, her tongue darting out to taste the precum glistening at his tip.

With a groan, Harry threaded his fingers through her wet hair, guiding her as she took him into her mouth. The sensation of her hot, wet tongue swirling around his shaft was almost too much to bear, and he had to fight the urge to thrust into her mouth right then and there.

Gabrielle, however, seemed to have other plans. She pulled back, her lips popping off his cock with an audible sound. "Mmm, I can taste my sister on you," she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Did you play with my big sister while I was showering?"

Harry groaned, momentarily taken aback by her words. He had almost forgotten about his earlier encounter with Fleur, consumed by the sight of Gabrielle's naked body before him. But now that she mentioned it, the girl had just creamed all over his cock just minutes earlier, no wonder her scent and taste were still strong.

"Don't worry, Harry," Gabrielle purred, sensing his momentary hesitation. "I'll make sure to clean you up properly."

And with that, she dove back in, taking him deeper into her mouth than before. Her lips sealed around his shaft, creating a delicious suction that made Harry's knees weak. She bobbed her head up and down, her tongue working its magic as she hollowed her cheeks and took him as deep as she could.

Harry couldn't help but marvel at the sight before him. The water streaming down Gabrielle's face and body, the way her lips stretched around his girth, and the sound of her gagging on his cock as she tried to take him even deeper. It was a sight he would never forget.

As much as he enjoyed the feeling of her mouth on him, Harry knew he couldn't wait much longer to be inside her. With a groan, he gently pulled her off his cock, lifting her up to her feet.

Gabrielle pouted for a moment, but her expression quickly turned into one of pure lust as Harry spun her around and pressed her against the shower wall. Her breasts pushed up against the cold tiles, making her nipples peak from the sudden chill. Her hands were splayed against the tiles above her, her legs spread apart in a submissive invitation.

Harry's cock throbbed at the sight of her glistening pussy, already dripping with anticipation. He guided his tip to her entrance, teasing her for a moment before slowly pushing inside.

Gabrielle gasped, her fingers digging into the tiles as Harry entered her inch by slow inch. She was so tight, so warm, and Harry had to pause for a moment to regain his composure. But Gabrielle was having none of that. She wiggled her hips, urging him to move, and Harry was more than happy to oblige.

He began to thrust into her, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through their bodies. The sound of their wet skin slapping together filled the bathroom, mingling with Gabrielle's moans and cries of ecstasy.

Harry knew then that he would never get enough of her. The way her breasts bounced with every thrust, the droplets of water clinging to her skin, and the sound of her voice as she begged him for more. He felt like he was in heaven, lost in blissful euphoria.

"Harder, Harry!" Gabrielle cried out, gripping onto the tiles for dear life. "Fuck me harder! Make me cum!"

Harry obliged, picking up his pace until he was pounding into her with all his might. Her ass slapped against his thighs, the sound echoing through the bathroom like a drum, the droplets of water flying off her skin with every impact.

And each thrust brought Gabrielle closer to her climax. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, and more pleading.

"Yes, yes, just like that!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the bathroom. "Oh, fuck, Harry, I'm gonna cum!"

As the pleasure built within him, Harry reached down to rub Gabrielle's clit, feeling her tremble beneath his touch. She cried out, her walls clenching around him as she came undone, her orgasm sending her over the edge.

"AHHHH!! OH MY GODDD!!! YES, YES, YES!! FUCK!!! FUUUCCCKKK!!!"

Her screams filled the bathroom, and Harry wondered for a second whether the Silencing Charm would hold. But he didn't care. All he cared about was the feeling of her pussy clenching around him, milking him for all he was worth.

The sensation of her tightening around his cock was more than Harry could take. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her, his own release tearing through him like a tidal wave.

"Fuck, Gabrielle, I'm cumming!" he grunted, holding her up by her waist, her knees giving out under her as he emptied his balls inside her. He filled her up, his hot seed mixing with her juices as they both rode out the waves of their climax.

As they slowly came down from their high, Harry gently withdrew from Gabrielle, holding her close as they both caught their breath. The water continued to rain down upon them, washing away the evidence of their passion.

But as they stood there, entwined in each other's arms, Harry couldn't help but wonder what the rest of the summer at Château Delacour had in store for him. With two of the Delacour women already claimed, he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation for what was yet to come. Could he possibly conquer their mother as well? Only time would tell.

In the next chapter: Apolline asks Harry for help with the sunscreen, and the situation quickly turns sexual.

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