Solstice (Part 3)(Exclusive)

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Solstice

Part 3

Bill Weasley was seething. Unfortunately, every time that he went over to give Harry a piece of his mind, somehow he ended up forgetting what he was mad about. But things were about to change.

During the ritual, he was too busy ogling the horde of sexy Veela to realize that Harry had taken his wife as a lover. A few days later, when his head was clear, he noticed that Fleur was nowhere to be seen. In fact, he hadn’t seen her since that day. He immediately contacted her parents' home to see if she was there, but Fleur’s father hadn’t seen her or his wife since the ritual either. Sadly, he seemed to suffer from the mental ailments as his son-in-law. It was a few weeks later that he discovered that the three Delacour women were living with Harry in France. The local Veela coven had given him a large and luxurious French chateau that had been bequeathed to them by some sad and lonely male sometime in the past. Bill had no idea why they had just up and given an expensive house to him, but that was beside the point. He didn’t know why Fleur and her mother were there and refused to come home, but he was going to get answers.

With a scowl on his face, he marched up the cobbled pathway and through the large, metal gate that opened up on its own as he stepped up. As he went through, he wiped the sweat from his forehead as he stomped his way down the long distance to the front of the house. He could already feel the telltale signs of Veela nearby. The air felt heavier, and he found it difficult to breathe properly. When he stepped up to the front door, he began banging on it to get someone’s attention. Now was not the time to be polite, he thought to himself.

“OPEN UP!” he yelled as both hands took turns banging on the thick, wooden door. “I DEMAND THAT YOU OPEN UP THIS INSTA… OH!” He was cut off when, like the gate, the door opened up on its own. Bill straightened his shirt with a huff and walked in like he owned the joint. With every step, the sensation that he was swimming in perfumed water was getting heavier and heavier. He swiveled his head from side to side, trying to find someone to get answers from. What he found was a fancy home full of expensive and luxurious items. Harry was certainly living in the lap of luxury. With a pang of jealousy, he wondered why Harry was chosen and not him. Bill was tall and handsome. He was brave and smart, considering that he worked as a Cursebreaker. And better yet, he already captured the heart of one Veela. He put that out of his mind for the time being. He was about to yell out again when a gorgeous Veela walked up to him wearing a French Maid’s outfit. Bill’s breath was pulled from his lungs at the sight of her. The dress was so short that he could almost see her panties. Her creamy, smooth legs were covered by white, thigh-high stockings, and her feet were covered by black heels. Her breasts were nearly hanging out of the low-cut top. She smiled sweetly at him.

“May I ‘elp you?” she asked in broken English.

“Umm … Well … I … Uhh …”

“You are ‘ere for Fleur, no?” she asked him. Her voice was silky and smooth and very pleasant to the ear. Bill shook the cobwebs from his brain.

“Uhh, yeah. I’m here for Fleur,” he responded. She nodded and pointed to a double door on the far end of the room. Judging from the light coming through the nearby windows, he guessed that those doors led to the backyard. He gathered himself and marched over to it. Turning the knob, he pushed the doors open violently. It was time for answers!

Bright sunlight hit his eyes and made him squint as he walked out. It wasn’t until a few seconds later that his eyes were able to adjust. When they did, he saw the most glorious sight that he had ever seen. Walking up to him had to be some kind of angel that had taken the form of Gabrielle Delacour.

Wearing only the most minuscule string bikini bottom, her large and perfect tits shook and bounced with every graceful step. Her Allure hit him like a Bludger, and he was instantly slack-jawed. His eyes didn’t bother looking at her devastatingly beautiful face. Instead, they were focused on the hardness of her light pink nipples that were crinkled and ready to be sucked. At that moment, he would have given anything for just a taste of her body. His eyes lowered down her slim belly and over her wide hips. Her hourglass figure was enough to make any man cream their pants. When his eyes lowered even further and saw most of her hairless mound on display, he almost nutted in his pants. Gabrielle stopped in front of him.

“ ‘Ello, Bill,” Gabby said, smiling sexily at him. “I am guessing that you are ‘ere to see your wife?” she asked him. Bill nodded dopily. With a flip of her hair, she pointed off to the side. Bill’s eyes followed her thin finger and he suddenly noticed that there was a large swimming pool built into the ground. Like everything else in the house, it looked to be lavishly expensive. His glazed eyes moved over to the trio that was sharing a padded lounging chair that was situated by the pool’s edge.

Harry was on his back while Apolline snuggled into his side. She was looking at him with complete adoration while her soft hand gently caressed his muscled chest. Straddling his waist was the woman that he had come there for. His wife, Fleur, was wildly rolling her hips back and forth before she threw her head up and moaned like a whore. As she did, her hips began slowly moving in a circle. All three of them were nude. The sound of giggling made him turn his head. Gabby was right beside him, and her Allure was washing over his sun-heated skin. A bead of sweat rolled down his face and over his lips. He blew away the salty liquid as his skin tingled. Gabby walked around behind him, and he felt her small hands touch his shoulders. He gasped when he felt her warm breath against his ear.

“I’m sure you do not mind. It is your responsibility to make your wife happy, no?” she asked him sweetly. Bill nodded without thinking about what he was agreeing to. The power of her Allure was turning his head fuzzy. “It looks like Fleur is very happy. Don’t you agree?”

Again, Bill nodded while his wife’s body began to tremble. He watched as she fell forward on top of Harry. He wrapped his arms tightly around Fleur’s slim waist and started thrusting his hips. Fleur’s whorish screams washed over him as Potter jackhammered into her tight, little cunt. It amazed him when streams of pussy juice gushed from his wife’s used pussy.

“Then why do you keep coming ‘ere?” Gabrielle asked from behind. “Why do you insist that she come ‘ome to you? It would be better if she remained ‘ere where she can be properly satisfied … Isn’t that right?”

Gabby’s pleasant breath and soft words were really getting to him. “Y-Yes. I … I think that will be okay,” he stuttered out. Gabrielle smiled and circled around until she was face to face with him. She reached out with a finger and booped him on the nose. Her touch along with her smile was enough to send him over the edge. His knees locked, and he reached down to cup his trouser-clad groin.

“Oooooh!” he squealed pathetically as he creamed his underwear. He was barely able to stay on his feet as spurts of cum splattered his legs. He suddenly heard more giggling and looked over. There were several more Veela lounging around the pool that he hadn’t noticed before. Some were in bikinis while others were completely nude. Not wanting to embarrass himself further, he duck-walked his way back into the house where he could make his escape.

Gabrielle smirked as he waddled off. Turning back to her mate, she saw him relaxing happily on his chair while her mother lovingly played with his body. Her sister was on his other side, spasming from the magnificent orgasm that she was experiencing while one of the Veela whores that loved to keep close to Harry was working his cock with her mouth and cleaning it of Fleur’s pussy cream. The girl was young and inexperienced, just as she was before Harry had come into her life. The girl certainly was eager to please him though. She was sucking him off with great vigor. It was easy to see when she stopped pretending that she was cleaning him and just admitted that she was sucking his cock. Harry didn’t seem to mind in the least. He paid her little attention as she bobbed her head. Harry was busy chatting with her mother and occasionally stroking the young woman’s head. When Harry’s fingers threaded through her hair and gently scratched her scalp, the young Veela tilted her head up and beamed lovingly at him, never taking his cock from her lips. Gabrielle nodded in satisfaction. If she was going to worship his cock, then she needed to do it properly.

Her life had changed drastically since she chose Harry as her partner for the ritual. She knew in her bones that Harry was the perfect choice for her. She was very glad to see that her instincts were correct. Becoming an Elder was everything that she had dreamed of and more. The only major surprise was the fact that Harry had become one as well, thereby making him their Overlord. The rest of the Veela women were practically powerless to go against his wishes or commands … not that they would want to anyway. To prove that, an emergency session in the Veela conclave was called whereby the Elders, including Gabrielle, were made to come up with a plan to keep Harry nearby. They knew that word of his transformation would spread through the Veela race like wildfire. Every conclave out there would try to get him to join their branch. The Bulgarians were already pushing hard for him to come and “visit” them. Because of this, they voted to gift him a large and lavish estate consisting of a Chateau, a large swath of land, and a bank account full of gold. The Elders were desperate to keep him close, after all.

Knowing that the Delacours were close with him on a personal level, they were strongly recommended to stay by his side. Gabrielle had no intention of letting him go. Fleur and her mother didn’t even care what the Elders had recommended. They were too busy milking the cum from his balls at every opportunity. So far, the Elders were happy with the arrangement. They got to come over whenever they pleased and spread their slutty legs for him. They said it was a perk of Elderdom. Gabby snorted at that. It was just a bunch of horny women looking to get laid by a perfect male specimen, she thought to herself, though as an Elder, she would never say it out loud. There were several other perks that she now had access to thanks to her rise on the social ladder.

The three Delacours immediately moved into the Chateau with him. Each had their own rooms, but they spent most of their time in Harry’s. Other Veela from their branch could come and go as they pleased. The house had many guest rooms that were suddenly highly sought after. Gabby watched as five Veela who was lounging by the pool suddenly stood up. The ones that weren’t already nude dropped their bikinis and jumped into the pool. As they broke the surface and came up for air, their bodies were dripping wet. The cold water had their nipples as hard as rocks.

“ ‘Arry!” they called out. “Join us for a swim!” one slutty Veela said, smiling at him sexily and shaking her perfectly perky tits to encourage him. It worked. Harry stood up with his gloriously hard cock and dove in headfirst. He came up and began splashing them with water. They squealed happily and bounced around. She had never seen so many tits jiggling in her life. It amazed her how many ways the girls could “accidentally” brush their tits against his arm, back, or chest. One girl didn’t even bother pretending. She just grabbed the back of his head and mashed her chest into his face. As he was getting motorboated, the other girls laughed happily and pawed all over him. Gabby locked eyes with her family, and all three rolled their eyes. Sometimes it was annoying having to share, but that was life.