The Trouble With Veela (Ch. 1)

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

The Trouble with Veela

Chapter 1

“‘Urry up! The portkey is going to activate in two minutes!” Gabrielle Delacour’s angelic voice rang out, which caused Harry to chuckle.

“Keep your knickers on,” Harry called back, stepping into the room holding a large, pink duffel bag. “You forgot one of your bags,” he told her, hefting the pink bag. “With how many you packed, no wonder you forgot about one,” Harry joked and kicked open a magically expanded trunk. He dropped the pink bag into it, right on top of a half dozen more.

Nineteen-year-old Gabrielle Delacour was a sight to behold. Standing at five feet six inches tall with luxurious silvery blonde hair that cascaded down her back, she looked more like a supermodel than anything else. Her breasts were full, and her ass jutted out in a way that caused men to run face-first into light poles. The only thing better than her body was her gorgeous face. Her large, blue eyes always seemed to light up any room she was in.

“Hmmph!” Gabby huffed cutely, crossing her arms over her chest. “It’s going to be a long trip, and I ‘ad to pack accordingly,” she made excuses for her tendency to overpack.

“A fair point,” Harry chuckled again and closed the trunk. He locked it up and lifted it by one of its side handles. Gabrielle held out an old boot, and Harry grabbed hold of it.

“Good. It is wise not to argue with a Veela. Especially when she’s your girlfriend,” Gabby smiled and pecked him on the lips. The portkey activated and whisked them off to begin their vacation.

The Trouble with Veela

“Man, oh, man … The portkey office is packed today,” Harry complained as they fought their way through the crowd. Getting through the crowd was especially difficult because every guy Gabrielle passed stopped to gawk at her. Gabby was used to it, and frankly, so was Harry. It annoyed him at first, and he couldn’t count the number of dirty looks he shot those weak-brained imbeciles. However, after being with her for just over a year, he had gotten used to it as well. Now, he would just roll his eyes and make sure they didn’t try to reach out and touch her, which had happened more than once. Of course, they were mightily hexed for their stupidity. Gabrielle found the whole thing hilarious.

“France is a very popular destination in the summer months,” Gabrielle explained, pulling him along by his hand. Harry breathed a sigh of relief when they exited the portkey office and stepped out into the French version of the Ministry of Magic. Eager to see her family again, Gabby quickly led him out of the Ministry and to the apparition area.

“Before I forget, I must tell you something,” Gabby suddenly said. The tone of her voice told him that it probably wasn’t a big deal. Harry patiently waited for her to continue.

“Sezon na Razmno began two days ago,” she informed him. Harry had no clue what she was talking about.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“For a few week period every three to five years, those with Veela blood start acting a bit … strangely,” she told him, looking him in the eyes.

“Strange how?” he asked for clarification.

“Our ‘ormones go a bit wild,” she explained with a slight blush. It suddenly dawned on him.

“Is that why you dragged me to bed like six times yesterday?” he asked, and Gabby swatted his arm.

“Shh!” she shooshed him. She didn’t want all the men staring at her to hear. “And to answer your question, yes.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Harry asked with an amused smile.

“I did not know, and as I’m sure you know, there are plenty of times when I am feeling more amorous than normal,” she told him. This was true, and he loved that about her. “Maman and Fleur are experiencing it as well, and they informed me this morning that Sezon na Razmno had begun.”

“So, Fleur and Apolline are going to be a bit hot and bothered or something?” Harry amusedly asked. Gabby huffed and rolled her eyes.

“Don’t be so crude, mon amour,” she chastised him. “They will likely be more flirty than normal, but they should be able to control themselves,” she informed him. Of course, as she spoke, she didn’t even notice that she was hugging his arm to her chest and subtly rubbing her breasts against his bicep. Harry wasn’t so sure. Gabrielle had done a piss poor job of controlling herself the last couple of days … not that he was complaining.

Fleur was already a bit of a flirt, and ever since Apolline and her husband had separated, he noticed that she seemed to enjoy lightly flirting with him as well. If what Gabrielle had said was true, Harry silently wondered how far they would take it. The strange thing was that Gabrielle never seemed to mind that they flirted with him. Fleur would sometimes plop down on the couch, cuddle into his side, and rest her head on his shoulder. Upon seeing this, Gabby would do the same on his other side. Gabby wouldn’t even get mad when Fleur would then take his hand and place it on her thigh. He wasn’t sure if this was a Veela or Delacour thing.

“Thanks for the heads up, love,” Harry said with a loving smile. He leaned down and kissed her. Gabrielle’s mouth instantly opened, and he felt her tongue slithering around his while she moaned. A passing guy caught a full blast of her raging Allure, and he grabbed his crotch and groaned as he jizzed his briefs. Harry pulled away before things got out of hand. Gabrielle’s cheeks were pink, and her pupils were dilated. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

“We'd better go before I cause trouble,” she breathlessly said as the men around them began drooling, and their wives and girlfriends became very annoyed, and side-along apparated him to the Delacour beach house.

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“We’re here!” Gabrielle bellowed in French as she burst through the door. Harry amusedly snorted at her rambunctious attitude.

The Delacours’ beach house was located on a secluded section of beach only a stone’s throw from Nice. The area was incredibly beautiful, and Harry would be more than happy to spend the rest of his days there. The Delacour family had privately owned a small stretch of the beach for over two hundred years. These days, it was mainly Apolline who used it. Her estranged husband now lived in Italy, and both Gabrielle and Fleur enjoyed traveling there to see him.

The small stretch of land was heavily warded to keep Muggles away, not that there were many tourists in the area to begin with. Most of them visited nearby Nice or Monaco. This gave the Delacour women peace of mind and allowed them to let loose.

Apolline stepped out of the kitchen, closely followed by Fleur. Both women looked absolutely stunning. Apolline wore an airy, flower-patterned summer dress that reached just above her knees and showed off a generous amount of cleavage. Fleur wore a pair of jeans that appeared to be painted on, showing off every single cock-hardening curve she possessed, and covering her breasts was a small bikini top that strained under the significant weight of her bosom. Gabrielle went straight to Apolline and hugged her tightly while Fleur made her way over to him.

“ ‘Arry,” she greeted him with a stunning smile and hugged him tightly. Her breasts pressed hard against his chest, and it didn’t seem like she was going to remove them any time soon. She stood up on her tiptoes and softly kissed both cheeks in the French fashion. Usually, she would kiss his cheeks, but this time, her lips pressed right on the corners of his lips. He couldn’t stop his cock from instantly becoming as hard as a rock, and he knew she could feel it pressing against her belly. Fleur giggled softly and whispered into his ear. “It is good to see you again. I can tell you are ‘appy to see me as well,” she giggled and squirmed in his arms, rubbing her belly against the bulge in his trousers.

“Let ‘im breathe, Fleur, and greet your sister,” Apolline amusedly said. Fleur unwound her arms from his waist and hugged Gabby tightly. Fleur pulled Gabby to the couch, where they began jabbering away in French. Harry was far from fluent in their native language. Apolline turned her attention to him.

“Thank you for bringing Gabby ‘ome for the summer. I promise, you will ‘ave the time of your life,” Apolline assured him, taking Fleur’s place in his arms. Apolline pressed herself against him, and he caught a whiff of her incredible scent. He didn’t know if it was the strange Veela thing that Gabby was talking about or not, but all three of them smelled better than they ever had. It was like every incredible scent rolled into one. He could also smell the slight hint of arousal surrounding all three of them. Like Fleur, she pressed her lips dangerously close to his and let them linger longer than usual. Harry’s cock was about ready to rip right through the front of his trousers. His hands acted on their own, and they slowly slid down her slim waist and rested atop her curvy hips. Apolline smiled sexily and nuzzled his cheek with the tip of her small, cute nose.

“ ‘Arry,” Gabrielle called out while giggling at something Fleur had said. “Carry the trunk into our room, please. I’d like to change into something more comfortable.”

Apolline gave him one last peck on the cheek before letting him go. Harry adjusted the crotch of his jeans and grabbed the trunk. “Alright. Which one is it?” Harry asked her. Gabrielle bounced up to him in every sense of the word. He loved watching her tits bounce around in her top as she scampered about.

“I’ll show you!” she happily chirped and led him down the hall.

She opened the door and stepped aside to let him in. Harry lugged the chest into the room and set it down by the closet. When he turned back around, he saw that Gabby had kicked off her shoes and was unbuttoning her jeans. She bounced her hips from side to side, tugging the tight material over her flared hips. Her little pink panties came into view when her jeans reached her knees. Gabby sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her jeans further down until she was able to kick them off. The bedroom was suddenly filled with the intoxicating scent of wet pussy, and his cock jerked in his jeans. When she finally got her jeans off, her legs were slightly spread, and he could see that the crotch of her panties was completely soaked through. The thin material was drenched and clinging to her delicate lips. “I’ve been wet nonstop for the last two days,” Gabrielle complained as she pressed both legs together and lifted them up.

She tugged the panties up her legs and pulled them from her feet. Harry couldn’t help but stare at her taut, hairless lips pressed tightly together between her silky, smooth thighs. Her pussy was absolutely glistening with wetness, and he saw a fat drop of arousal roll down from between her lips and drip over her tight puckered hole. Before she could lower her legs, Harry grabbed her by the back of her knees and folded her body in half. Gabrielle giggled happily as his face lowered. “Maybe I should help clean you up,” Harry teased and kissed her swollen clit.

“That would be appreciated,” Gabby moaned as Harry dragged his tongue from her asshole to her clit. Her gorgeous, blue eyes fluttered while he sucked on each of her plump lips. She reached down and grabbed a handful of his messy black hair, holding his face in place while her pussy quivered against his lips.

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Fleur walked up to Gabby’s room to see what was taking them so long. She stopped short when she heard a loud, feminine moan coming from within. Fleur kept quiet and listened closely. “Do that thing with your tongue that I like,” she heard Gabrielle lustfully demand. Gabby then squealed in delight. “Keep going!” she gasped. Fleur then heard Harry’s muffled moans followed by wet slurping. Gabrielle giggled loudly. “Do you see ‘ow wet you make me?” she teased.

Fleur huffed in annoyance and crossed her arms over her perfect chest. Apolline walked up to her and lovingly stroked her long, luxurious hair. “What is it, my flower?” she asked in French. Just then, Gabrielle cried out from behind the door.

“That’s it!” she practically screamed, followed by heavy panting. “Suck it ‘arder!” Gabrielle squealed. “I’m cumming!”

Apolline giggled and pulled Fleur away. “She could not wait even five minutes before dragging him to bed?” Fleur complained in her native language. She hadn’t seen Gabrielle in several months and wanted to spend some quality time with her.

“Get used to it. Sezon na Razmno is particularly strong this time around. I can barely concentrate at times. No doubt that Gabrielle will be putting her boyfriend to good use,” Apolline chuckled. It was a damn shame she didn’t have a boyfriend of her own. She could really use one right about now.

“I know how you feel. I’m surprised my jeans haven’t soaked all the way through,” Fleur said, looking down at the crotch of her jeans. Apolline couldn’t help but laugh. She had already had to change her panties four times that day.

Ten minutes later, Gabrielle exited her room while hugging Harry’s arm. She had a very pleased smile on her face. Fleur saw that she was wearing a very skimpy bikini that left little to the imagination. Harry wore a short pair of swimming trunks that showed off his muscular form. Fleur unconsciously licked her lips while eyeing up his body. “I’m ready to ‘it the beach!” Gabby excitedly declared.

“I’ll come with you. I bet the water is nice and cool,” Apolline said excitedly. She was ready to start her summer vacation. “Let me put on my bikini first,” she added and bounced to her room.

“I’ll go put on mine as well,” Fleur said, despite the fact that she was already wearing a bikini top. Once she left for her room, Gabrielle pushed Harry down on the couch and sat on his lap. She squirmed in place, rubbing her barely-covered ass against his crotch. She had barely placed her lips on his when Fleur called out.

“ ‘Arry?!” Fleur called from her room. “Can you give me a ‘and?!”

Gabrielle broke the kiss, huffed, and got up from his lap. “You'd better go see what she wants. I bet she got ‘er bikini top tangled in ‘er ‘air again. That used to ‘appen all the time,” Gabrielle giggled at the memory.

“Alright. Be back in a sec,” Harry said and smacked her delectable bottom as he left.

He went into the hall and remembered that he didn’t know which bedroom Fleur was staying in. “Fleur?” he called out.

“In ‘ere!” she called out from the left. Harry opened the door and entered. He found Fleur standing there with her jeans unbuttoned and the zipper pulled down as far as it would go. She was bouncing around, trying to get the incredibly tight material down over her wide hips. Harry’s eyes immediately went to her bikini-covered breasts, which were swaying and jiggling as she moved.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, pushing the door shut.

“I can’t get these damn jeans off!” she grunted and strained while trying to force them over her fleshy hips. “Can you please ‘elp me?” she asked, turning her big, beautiful eyes on him. Her eyes were nearly the exact color of Gabrielle’s.

“Sure … Let me get a good grip and …” Harry grunted as he tried to tug them down. Her jeans were way too tight, and her hips were amazingly wide. They weren’t going anywhere. He then tugged them up, hoping to loosen them. Fleur squealed as she lifted off the ground and gripped his shoulders.

“Be careful!” she cried out and held onto him for dear life as he jerked her body around.

“We may have to cut them off,” Harry said, letting go of her and rubbing his chin in thought.

“Pffft!” she sputtered. “Cut them off?! These jeans cost me a small fortune! Non, you just need better leverage,” she told him and sat down on the edge of her bed. Fleur laid back, lifted her legs up, and wiggled her bare feet in front of his face. “Now, try and pull,” she told him.

Harry leaned in and hooked his fingers under the waistband of her jeans. “Ready?” he asked, and when she nodded, Harry pulled hard.

“EEP!” Fleur squeaked in surprise when her body lifted off the bed. Harry tugged again, and she bounced off the bed, her big tits flopping around in her bikini top. Over and over he pulled, with Fleur squeaking the entire time. Finally, the material gave way and slid down over her hips. “Finally!” Fleur breathed a sigh of relief, but that was only half the battle.

It was a little easier getting the jeans down her smooth thighs and shapely calves, but he had a hard time getting the tight cuffs over the heels of her feet. “C’mon … You … Stupid … Pants!” Harry grunted with every tug, and finally, with one last herculean pull, the jeans slid over her feet and flew high into the air as Harry lost his balance. Harry tumbled forward, and his face landed between Fleur’s legs. His face mashed right into the soaking wet crotch of her tiny panties.

“Oh, my!” Fleur cried out and burst into giggles. “I knew you could not keep your ‘ands off of me, ‘Arry,” Fleur joked through her giggles. Harry was having a harder time of it. He was suddenly surrounded by the smell of Fleur’s wet pussy, and he had to fight every urge to pull her panties aside and lick the wetness from her pink pussy.

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They were taking a long time, so Gabrielle walked to Fleur’s room and pushed open the door. Her eyebrow immediately raised when she saw Fleur’s jeans hanging from a light fixture. She was especially surprised to see Fleur laughing her heart out while she had her legs wrapped around her boyfriend's neck and was dry humping his face like there was no tomorrow. Judging by the thick smell of arousal in the room, Gabrielle guessed that the humping wasn’t very dry. She could hear Harry’s muffled voice as he tried to get up. With her eyebrow still raised, Gabby crossed her arms and impatiently tapped her foot on the ground. Fleur seemed to be having a great time, laughing and giggling. Gabrielle cleared her throat, and Fleur looked over at her. Fleur giggled again and opened her legs. She tapped Harry on the head, and when he looked up, she pointed at Gabby. Harry’s eyes went wide.

“It’s not what it looks like!” he immediately excused their behavior. His face was quite damp from the sodden crotch of Fleur’s panties.

“Oh?” Gabby asked, still tapping her foot on the ground. Fleur giggled even louder.

“ ‘Arry generously offered his services in getting my jeans off. They were too tight, you see, and I couldn’t get them down. Then ‘e slipped and fell between my legs,” Fleur offered a reasonable excuse.

“A one in a million shot … no?” Gabrielle asked her sheepish-looking boyfriend. Gabby sighed and grabbed his wrist. “Come along before any more ‘appy accidents occur,” she told him, pulling him from the room.

“Merci, ‘Arry!” Fleur called out over her giggle fit.

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Harry sighed happily as he lounged on his beach chair. He had his ankles crossed and his hands behind his head, soaking up the Mediterranean sun. Out in the surf, Gabrielle and Fleur were laughing and giggling as they splashed around in the deep blue water. His view of the two wet Veela frolicking in the waves was blocked by another Veela who leaned down in front of him. “Would you like a drink?” Apolline asked with a sexy smile. Harry smiled back and took the icy cold cocktail from her.

“Thanks, Apolline,” he said, checking out the vast amount of porcelain cleavage on display. Her big tits swayed from side to side, and it looked as though her nipples might pop out at any second. He could already see how stiff her nipples were in her wet bikini top. Apolline didn’t seem to care one bit that he was so brazenly staring at her breasts. In fact, she seemed to enjoy it quite a bit. She stayed bent over for longer than necessary to make sure he got a really good look. When she straightened up, she turned her back on him and made sure that her ass was right in his line of sight. Her pillowy cheeks absolutely devoured the thin string of her thong bikini bottom. Only the topmost portion of the string could be seen. The rest was hidden between two jutting, jiggling cheeks.

“Oh! I love this song!” Apolline suddenly declared as an upbeat song blared over the wireless. With her back to him, she slid her hands up the sides of her head and threaded her fingers through her thick, blonde hair. Her body began moving to the rhythm of the music, and her wide, inviting hips swayed hypnotically. Harry’s eyes were glued to every inch of her sensuous body, so much so that he didn’t notice Gabby and Fleur joining them. Gabby dropped down on top of him and kissed him.

“Maman! You’re sticking your ass right in our faces,” Gabby complained, and Fleur laughed. This, of course, didn’t stop Apolline from shaking her sweet ass in Harry’s direction. Harry chuckled and took a sip of his drink. Gabby then took it from him and drank it down. “I’m so thirsty.”

“That’s what happens when you’ve been splashing around for the last hour,” Harry teased while her hand subtly slipped down to his crotch. She began lightly caressing the massive tent in his shorts that was so generously provided by Apolline’s swaying ass. Harry moved his hands down Gabrielle’s back and cupped her bare cheeks. He squeezed them hard, causing her to moan loudly. Gabby captured his lips again and began blatantly feeling him up.

“Get a room, you two,” Apolline joked while sipping on her own drink. Gabby broke the kiss and smiled knowingly at Harry.

“Good idea! Come on, ‘Arry! I think I need a break from all this sun,” she giggled and got to her feet. With a strong grip on his wrist, Gabby pulled Harry to the house for a little break, leaving two frustrated Veela in her wake.