The Trouble With Veela (Ch. 6)

( Every character in this story is a legal adult over the age of 18 )

The Trouble With Veela

Chapter 6

Gabrielle Delacour woke up slowly, blinking away the residual tiredness. She yawned cutely, arching her slender arms above her head. She then blinked at the bright slant of sunlight coming through the room’s window. The bed was empty beside her. Harry wasn’t there.

She pouted and touched the abandoned spot where his body had been. The sheets were cool, and they smelled like him. She closed her eyes and inhaled, then rolled onto her stomach and buried her face in his pillow. Her lips brushed the case. “Mmph. Rude,” she said, barely audible.

She propped herself up on an elbow, pressed her breasts against the mattress, and kicked her bare feet. The bed was really comfortable, but it didn't feel the same without Harry in it. She let her hand slide down her ribs and over her hip, drawing lazy circles across her skin. Her breasts pressed against the bed and were bracketed by long, silvery blonde locks of hair. Her nipples were already hard. It was probably the cool morning air, but thinking about her sexy boyfriend certainly didn’t help.

She got up and padded to the bathroom. The floor was cold, and she shivered. She looked at herself in the mirror and confirmed that her hair had not suffered too much. She ran her fingers through the silky tangle and watched it cascade down her nude back. She stuck out her tongue at her own reflection. After finishing her morning routine, Gabby went out into the living room. She did not bother to dress. At that point, the house had been deemed clothing optional. 

The house was empty, but the windows were open, and the pleasant ocean breeze lifted the curtains and made them billow. Gabrielle walked across the living room, her hips swaying with every step. Her breasts bounced as she went, with nipples like tiny pink erasers. Her skin had the perfect shimmer of fine porcelain, and when she turned to check the terrace, the muscles in her wide, womanly ass dimpled and flexed. She stood with her hands on her hips and frowned at the empty deck chairs. 

“Where is everyone?” she called out. Her voice echoed throughout the empty room. There was no answer. The only reply was the call of a gull and the soft roar of the distant surf.

Gabrielle stomped one foot in exaggerated annoyance, then rummaged in her beach bag for a bikini. She had packed many but chose the smallest, a white string set that did nothing to hide her nipples, and tied it on. The triangles of the top were so tiny they looked ornamental. Her breasts bulged over them. She double-knotted the side strings of the bottom and checked herself in the mirror. The suit hid nothing, and she was sure Harry would love it. She slipped on mirrored sunglasses and skipped down the steps toward the beach.

She saw them as she came around the slight bend. There was a fluffy blue towel spread on the sand, and on it, Harry and Fleur were entangled in a way that was not technically public indecency, but very close. Harry was shirtless, sitting with his legs splayed. Fleur was in front of him, leaning back into his chest, her head against his shoulder. Her arms hung loose, and her breasts were bare and gleaming. Harry was massaging suntan oil into her skin. His hands covered both her breasts at once, and he was eagerly squeezing and kneading Fleur’s soft flesh.

Fleur’s eyes were closed, and her lips were parted. Her cheeks were flushed, and she was panting softly. Harry had his face pressed into her neck, nuzzling and kissing the soft place under her ear. With every squeeze, Fleur made a tiny sound, like a gasp or a whimper. Gabrielle paused at the edge of the towel. She made a show of shifting her weight so her breasts swayed side to side. “So this is where everyone is.”

Harry looked up, his hair windswept and wild, and he smiled lovingly at his gorgeous girlfriend. “Morning, Gabby.”

Fleur did not open her eyes. She just murmured, “Bonjour,” and arched her back a little, pushing her breasts harder into Harry’s hands.

Gabrielle let herself drop onto the towel next to Fleur, folding her legs under her. The sand was warm from the early morning sun. She leaned over and flicked Fleur’s shoulder with a fingertip. “You are not wearing your top.”

“ ‘arry wanted to ‘elp with the sunblock,” Fleur said. She sounded drowsy, but her nipples were rock-hard and flushed bright pink. Oil made her breasts shine, and little streaks of it dripped down onto her ribs.

Gabrielle snorted. “Of course ‘e did.” She twisted, showing off her own body to Harry, and let her hair fall to one side. “You could ‘elp me too, you know.”

Harry’s eyes followed her movement, and his smile widened. “I could,” he said. “But my hands are kind of full at the moment.”

Gabby snorted in amusement. “You ‘ave two ‘ands, non?” she asked cheekily, cocking one of her perfectly groomed eyebrows up in amusement. All Harry could do was chuckle. Gabrielle scooted back until her butt touched Harry’s hip. She crossed her arms and pouted. “You should ‘ave woken me up. It is not fair to start without me.”

Fleur made a sleepy, contented sound. “You are always the last one awake, petite.”

Harry kissed Fleur’s shoulder and squeezed her breasts again. His fingers rolled and pinched her nipples between them. Fleur squirmed and giggled, then she slid her hands up to cover his. “Careful. They are very sensitive. You sucked them for so long last night.”

Gabrielle rolled her eyes and looked up at Harry. “Yes, your ‘ands seem very busy,” she said. “Is it too much to ask that you make time for your loving and very sexy girlfriend?” Gabby asked teasingly.

Harry flexed both hands at once, making Fleur gasp and moan. “I suppose I can multitask,” he said. 

He reached for the bottle of suntan oil, uncapped it with his teeth, and drizzled some onto Gabrielle’s upper chest. Gabby had chosen this oil specifically because it was edible. She loved having Harry’s tongue lick it off her quivering body. Cold drops hit her skin, and she squealed, then laughed. She leaned back, resting against Harry’s side, and waited for his hands. He started at her collarbones, rubbing gentle circles into her skin. His touch was strong but careful, and he worked the oil over her shoulders, down her arms, and across the top of her breasts. The cool oil against her warm skin made her shiver, and she pushed out her chest, daring him to go lower. He did. His hands slid over the triangles of her bikini top, and then under them. He cupped both her breasts at once, just as he had with Fleur, and began to knead and squeeze.

Gabrielle made a soft noise while her nipples poked through the thin cloth. Harry brushed his thumbs over them, slow and teasing, and the sensation was electric. She tried to hide her reaction, but a tiny whine slipped out. She craned her neck and looked down at her own chest. Harry’s hands looked huge against her breasts. His fingers dimpled the pale flesh and left red marks behind. The oil made everything slippery, and her top shifted, nearly baring her areolas. Fleur turned her head and watched with one blue eye. “ ‘e is very good, non?” she said.

Gabrielle smiled wickedly. “He is better with his mouth.” She then turned her body to face him. She arched her back, presenting her bikini-covered chest to him. Harry’s cheeks went a little red, but he did not stop. He pulled her top aside, baring her nipples. The tips were light pink, stiff, and swollen, and she shivered when the breeze hit them. Harry bent forward, took one nipple in his mouth, and sucked gently.

Gabrielle gasped, and her whole body jerked. Harry used his tongue to flick at her nipple, then bit down, just a little. The sharpness sent a hot rush down her spine, and her knees squeezed together. He switched to the other nipple, and Fleur giggled. “She likes it when you bite,” Fleur said. “I told you last night.”

Harry popped the nipple out of his mouth with an audible sound and licked his lips. “You did, indeed,” he said. He palmed both Gabrielle’s breasts, pressing them together, then dragged his mouth across her cleavage. Gabrielle giggled, then arched her back so her breasts stood out, full and round. Harry went back to Fleur, pinching and rolling her nipples between his fingers. Fleur’s whole body trembled, and her thighs rubbed together. She made a sharp, high sound.

“Sensitive, you said?” Harry teased.

“Oui,” Fleur gasped. “Very.” Fleur then spun around and faced him, presenting her naked tits to his wandering eyes. Harry smirked, then leaned forward and took one of Fleur’s nipples between his lips. He bit down softly, and Fleur cried out, gripping his thighs. Gabrielle saw his reaction, the way his body stiffened as he sucked hard on Fleur’s throbbing nipple. She reached between his legs and found his cock, squeezed it, and felt the hard ridge under his swim shorts.

“Stand up,” Gabby practically commanded, and Harry let go of Fleur’s nipple and got to his feet. She pulled at the waistband, freeing his cock. It was long, thick, and flushed with arousal. She stroked it, slow and even, and watched the way Harry’s eyes closed with pleasure.

Fleur twisted to see, then laughed. “Always so eager, Gabby.”

“Je sais,” Gabrielle said. She ran her thumb over the head of Harry’s cock, collecting a bead of pre-cum, and rubbed it into the skin. The shaft pulsed under her hand. She leaned forward and pressed her breasts together, then slid them up and down the length of him.

Harry groaned. He moved one hand from Fleur’s breast to Gabrielle’s hip and squeezed, hard enough to leave marks. Gabrielle shifted, lining up her chest with his cock, and let the tip slide between her breasts. She squeezed them tight, trapping him, and moved up and down, slow at first and then faster. The oil made everything slick and easy.

Fleur watched, transfixed, then reached over and smacked Gabby’s bottom for stealing her fun. Gabrielle yelped, but did not stop. Harry was breathing harder now, his hands gripping both girls tight. He bucked his hips, thrusting between Gabrielle’s tits, and the heat built, growing sharper and sharper. He came with a low, shuddering groan. White streaks shot up Gabrielle’s chest, spattering her neck and chin. Some of it hit her lip, and she licked it off, savoring the salty taste.

Fleur clapped, delighted. “Excellent job, Gabby! That barely took any time at all.”

Gabrielle smirked, wiped her chin with her thumb, and sucked it clean. “You always make a mess on me.”

“Wouldn’t be as fun if I didn’t,” Harry said, catching his breath.

They lay together in a tangle of limbs, letting the sun bake their skin. Gabrielle’s nipples tingled, and she thoroughly enjoyed the feeling. She thought about what might come next and smiled.

The Trouble With Veela

Apolline Delacour liked shopping for herself, but she loved shopping for her daughters. The village market, seaside boutiques, and even the corner grocer … she made the rounds with cheerful efficiency. Ever since Harry’s fat cock had entered her life, she had been feeling better than ever. She traded smiles with the bakery girl and flirted for a discount at the perfumery. Her Veela blood made it effortless. Her arms filled quickly with bright bags and pastel boxes.

The sun beat down on her silvery hair as she strode up the beach house steps. She wrapped her lovely hand around the knob and pushed. She stepped inside, bags balanced in both arms, and was hit by a smell so thick it made her stumble. It was the pungent smell of sex. It was everywhere. It hovered in the air and coated her tongue as she licked her sweet, pink lips.

The living room was a disaster. Bikinis were haphazardly thrown to the floor, the big couch was twisted at an angle, and the French doors were thrown wide open, allowing the salty breeze to carry the smell of wet pussy to her nostrils. On the couch were Gabrielle and Fleur, both naked. Their chests were pressed to the seat back, arms thrown forward, and their faces were mashed into the cushions. Their legs dangled off the end. Their asses were pointed at the ceiling, cheek to cheek. Fleur’s pale skin was flushed pink, and Gabrielle’s back shivered with every gasp.

Harry stood behind them, also naked. His body was lean and tan, broad-shouldered, and his muscles flexed with each motion. He was holding both sisters by the hips, one in each hand. His cock was rammed deep in Fleur, and it was so thick Apolline wondered how it hadn’t split her in two. He was fucking Fleur with wild, brutal thrusts, driving her forward an inch with every slap. His other hand was buried between Gabrielle’s legs, pumping his fingers in and out of her. She bucked against his palm and squealed in pleasure. Apolline dropped her bags. Perfume bottles and new sandals thudded on the floor. No one noticed.

Fleur shrieked, her voice muffled by the cushion, and clawed at the upholstery. Harry bent over her, pressed his chest to her back, and whispered something in her ear. Fleur’s spine arched, and her ass quivered. Her pussy stretched obscenely around his cock, pale lips splayed wide, pink, wet, and impossibly tight. Each time he pulled out, her pussy gripped him, clinging to his shape, and when he slammed forward again, her whole body jolted.

Gabrielle’s ass twitched next to her Fleur’s. Harry’s fingers pistoned into her, wrist flicking fast, and his thumb circling her clit. Gabrielle screamed and slapped the couch with one hand, the other digging furrows in Fleur’s hip. Her hair was a mess, and she had a stupid, manic grin on her gorgeous face. Apolline didn’t move. Her cheeks burned. Her pussy tingled, and she pressed her thighs together. The girls’ cries, the slap of skin, the wet squelch … it was obscene, and it was turning her on. Harry turned his head, noticed her standing in the doorway, and smiled like nothing was wrong. “Morning, Apolline! You weren’t here when we woke up.”

He didn’t slow down. He pumped Fleur with a savage rhythm, and the couch scraped against the hardwood floor. He reached over and squeezed Gabrielle’s ass, fingers digging in. Fleur’s eyes rolled back, and she let out a high-pitched wail. Apolline tried to compose herself, but failed. “I… I went shopping … for dresses,” she managed, her voice full of arousal and desire.

Harry shot her a boyish smile. “It’s too bad you weren’t here. We’ve had quite a bit of fun this morning.”

He pulled out, and just the tip of his cock was left in Fleur’s pussy. Apolline stared, mesmerized by the sight. Fleur had creamed on his cock, and it left a ring at the base of his shaft. The whole thing glistened with wetness. When he thrust back in, the flesh of Fleur’s ass rippled, and her pussy stretched even wider to take him. Gabrielle clawed at the cushion, her face bright red. “Maman … ahh … Harry is … Harry is ...”

Fleur came apart first. Her thighs kicked, and she screamed. A spray of clear liquid arced from her pussy and splashed on the recently polished hardwood floor. The smell hit Apolline again, stronger now. It filled the room. Harry held Fleur’s hips tight and drilled her through her orgasm. The head of his cock pounded against her poor g-spot, making her squirt even more. He then turned his attention to Gabrielle, pulling his fingers out and wiping them along her ass. He lined himself up, let the head of his cock press into Gabrielle’s pussy, and pushed inside. Gabrielle squealed. “It’s too much...”

Harry slid into her, slow at first, then all the way to the hilt. Gabrielle’s pussy gripped him so tightly that it didn’t want to let go as he pulled back. She squealed, legs shaking, and started cumming instantly. Harry looked at Apolline as he lovingly rubbed Gabrielle’s back. “You really should join us.”

Apolline’s mouth was dry. She couldn’t look away. She watched the way Gabrielle’s pussy stretched around the enormous cock, and watched how her hips spasmed as she milked Harry for every drop. Fleur, not to be outdone, recovered and dropped to the floor on her knees. She kissed his hip and dragged her tongue over his belly. She then dropped her head to Harry’s balls. She sucked them into her mouth, swirling her tongue, then licked up the shaft to where it met Gabrielle’s swollen, cumming pussy. She pushed her face in and latched her lips onto the side of his shaft.

Apolline felt herself dripping. The raw, feral show in front of her was more than she could take. She let one hand drift down and rub circles over her clit, above the hem of her dress. Her knees nearly gave out.

Fleur reached out and pulled Apolline closer. She didn’t even say a word. Apolline stepped forward, hypnotized. She dropped to her knees opposite Fleur. Apolline stared at the side of Harry’s cock as it mercilessly pistoned in and out of Gabby’s cumming pussy. Gabrielle started squirting, hard. The first jet hit Harry in the stomach, the second sprayed Fleur’s face. Fleur laughed and licked it off. Harry’s cock kept moving, kept pounding, and every thrust made more juice squirt from Gabrielle’s ruined cunt.

Harry came with a guttural groan. He buried himself to the hilt in Gabrielle and unloaded. Apolline saw his cock jump and then Gabrielle’s pussy flex as she milked him for all it was worth. Cum dripped out instantly, a white flood leaking around the shaft and down onto Fleur’s tongue.

Fleur lapped up the mess, and Apolline was a little jealous that she didn’t get a taste. Harry pulled out, slow and reluctant, and his cock flopped free, glazed with fluids. Gabrielle’s pussy gaped and quivered, then clenched shut, squeezing out more cum. Apolline stared, mesmerized by the image. Harry reached for Apolline, wiped sweat from his brow, and beckoned with one lazy finger. She felt herself move forward, unable to resist.

“You’re overdressed,” Harry said, looking down. 

Apolline smiled and slid the thin straps off her shoulders. She tugged the top of her dress down, exposing her large, perky breasts and rock-hard nipples. Harry angled his hips and presented his cock to her. Apolline dove in face-first and took his cock down her throat. She hummed around him, taking him deeper and deeper with every bob of her head. When her lips reached the base, she sealed them tightly and dragged them back up his shaft, savoring the taste of his cum-slickened cock. The world disappeared around her, and she wasn’t going to stop until Harry filled her needy mouth with his seed.

The other two girls collapsed together, still moaning and gasping, their bodies tangled and wet. They watched Apolline act like a complete whore as she worshipped Harry’s cock. They only hoped she would be quick so they could go another round with him. Every moment their pussies weren’t being stretched by his perfect cock was a moment wasted.