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Veela Paradise (Ch. 1 - Meeting the Delacours)
🕑 Added 2024-03-01 04:21:02 +0000 UTCA few years had passed since Harry defeated Voldemort and finished his last year at Hogwarts. Although things were quieter now, he still felt pent-up, aching desire coursing through his veins, something which never seemed to leave him these days.
He had tried to work as an Auror for a bit, hoping that would alleviate some of the tension that always built up inside of him, but it hadn't worked. After Voldemort, a couple of Death Eaters and other budding dark wizards weren't enough of an adrenaline rush. It barely registered as much more than a blip on his radar these days. And so, instead, he had decided to take a break from working altogether, deciding to spend some time abroad.
"We'd be delighted if you came to visit us this summer," Fleur had said, her fingers gently caressing his arm when they last met. "I know my mum and sisters would love to meet you again."
Harry had hesitated, unsure whether or not it was a good idea. But then again, spending the summer in France did sound nice. Maybe he could even do some travelling around Europe while he was there.
"Sure, I'll come," he had finally agreed, wondering if maybe travelling abroad would help him get rid of the restlessness that had been plaguing him for so long.
And so here he was, standing outside Château Delacour, staring up at its grandeur. The castle looked like something straight out of a fairy tale, complete with towering turrets and sprawling gardens surrounding it. He couldn't wait to explore every inch of it.
Fleur greeted him warmly as he entered, wrapping her arms around him and pressing a soft kiss to both of his cheeks. Harry felt himself flush slightly under her gaze, unable to tear his own away from hers. God, she was gorgeous. "Welcome, 'Arry!" she exclaimed, smiling brightly. "It's so good to see you again! Come in, come in!"
Fleur was dressed in a soft, flowing white sundress that highlighted her sun-kissed skin. The fabric clung to her curves, accentuating her ample bosom and flaring slightly above her hips, giving her a feminine yet commanding presence. Harry swallowed thickly, feeling his pants grow tight as he followed her into the house.
Gabrielle was waiting for them in the foyer, her face lighting up as soon as she caught sight of him. "Harry!" she squealed, rushing forward to throw her arms around him. "You're here! You're really here!"
It seemed as though her crush on him hadn't faded one bit. If anything, it had only gotten worse since the last time he had seen her.
She pressed herself tightly against him, grinding her hips suggestively against his groin. Harry bit back a groan as he hugged her back, the erection Fleur's proximity had already given him was now pressing hard against her little sister's soft belly.
"Hey, Gabrielle," he greeted, trying to keep his voice casual. "It's good to see you again too."
The young woman pulled back, looking up at him through her long lashes. "I'm so glad you're here," she squealed, her eyes shining with excitement. "This is going to be the best summer ever!"
Harry smiled at her, taking in just how much she had grown since the last time he had seen her. She was now eighteen, and it certainly showed. Her body had filled out, her hips curvier, her breasts fuller. She was still shorter than her older sister, but she certainly made up for it in spunk.
Behind them, Fleur chuckled softly. "Leave the poor boy alone, Gabrielle," she scolded her younger sister gently. "He has only just arrived. Give him a moment to catch his breath before you start mauling him."
"Oops, sorry," Gabrielle murmured, but she didn't look the least bit sorry at all. If anything, she looked even more excited now. Harry chuckled, shaking his head at the two of them.
Fleur laughed softly, shaking her head at her sister's antics. "Come along, let me introduce you to Maman," she said, taking him by the hand and leading him further into the house.
Apolline was waiting for them in the dining room, a wide smile gracing her beautiful features as they entered. "Harry, darling!" she called out, opening her arms wide to embrace him. "How wonderful to see you again!"
Harry grinned, accepting her hug gratefully. Apolline was just as stunning as her daughters, her beauty seemingly untouched by the passage of time. She was dressed for the occasion in a pale pink dress that clung to her generous curves, highlighting her ample cleavage. Harry felt his breath hitch as he took in the plunging neckline of her dress, a flush creeping up his neck. Her tits were massive, begging for attention. With the dress she was wearing, it would be all to easy to slip a hand inside and feel their weight.
Apolline pulled back, placing a kiss on both of Harry's cheeks. Her lips lingered a little too close to his mouth, and Harry could feel her breasts pressing against his chest as she greeted him, her natural aroma invading his nostrils, making him slightly dizzy.
"It's great to see you again, Mademoiselle Delacour," Harry said, trying to steady his voice.
"Oh, please, call me Apolline, dear," she replied in her thick, french accent, winking playfully at him. "I told you to call me that last time we met, remember?"
Harry nodded, swallowing thickly. It would have been easier to remember if her breasts weren't brushing lightly against his chest with every word she spoke. "Of course, Apolline," he replied, trying to keep his voice casual.
She giggled, patting his arm playfully. "Good boy," she praised, ruffling his hair affectionately. "Now, come, sit down and join us for dinner," she invited, gesturing towards the table that had been set out for them.
"Will Monsieur Delacour not be joining us?" Harry asked, taking his seat next to Fleur.
Apolline shook her head, her silvery blonde hair cascading around her shoulders in a silky mass of curls. "He's away on business, unfortunately," she explained. "I'm afraid it's just the four of us for the summer."
Harry swallowed thickly at the news. Just the four of them, huh? That meant he was outnumbered three to one. He felt a flutter of panic in his chest. As attractive as the ladies of the Delacour family were, spending the entire summer with just them was probably a bad idea.
And in that moment, Harry realised that this was the first time in years that he had actually felt truly nervous. He had tried to fill the void inside of him after Voldemort's defeat with adrenaline and excitement, but nothing had worked. And now, here he was, feeling more alive than he had in years, and it was all because of the three gorgeous women surrounding him.
Fleur reached across the table, her hand landing softly on his inner thigh. "Don't worry, 'Arry," she said, her voice low and sultry. "We'll take good care of you this summer."
Harry gulped, his heartbeat quickening as he felt her fingers slowly caressing his leg beneath the table. The words 'take good care of you' seemed to take on an entirely different meaning under the circumstances.
Throughout dinner, the women kept teasing him, flashing glimpses of skin and making lewd comments. Fleur would grope him subtly whenever she thought no one was looking, while Gabrielle couldn't seem to stop staring at him with hungry eyes, as if fucking him was the only thing on her mind. Even Apolline was getting in on the action, bending over the table suggestively whenever she passed the food, giving him tantalising views of her impressive cleavage.
By the end of the meal, Harry was practically squirming in his seat, his erection straining painfully against his pants. He needed release, badly. But there was no way he could excuse himself from the table without showing everyone present exactly what kind of effect they were having on him. So instead, he sat through dinner, suffering in silence as the women continued to tease him relentlessly.
After dinner, they retired to the living room where they spent the evening talking about everything and anything. Every so often, one or another woman would lean in closer to whisper something in his ear, causing goosebumps to break out along his spine. Each touch sent shivers running down his body, leaving him trembling with need.
But it was clear that none of them were going to just jump him right there in the living room in front of the others. No, if he wanted relief, he would have to wait until later that night when he would finally be alone in his room.
He had never been looking forward to a wank more in his life.
By the time they finally decided to retire for the night, Harry was almost delirious with desire. He barely managed to hold it together long enough to say goodnight to everyone before racing up the grand staircase towards his chambers.
Once he was safely behind closed doors, he quickly stripped off his clothes and climbed into bed, his big, fat cock springing free from its confines. With a sigh of relief, he wrapped his hand around his length, stroking himself firmly as he closed his eyes and let his imagination run wild.
He thought of Fleur's lithe body wrapped around his, her tight quim clenching around his length as she rode him hard. He thought of Apolline's ample breasts pressed against his chest as she straddled him, her hips gyrating against his groin as she took him deep inside of her. And he thought of Gabrielle's sweet, innocent face contorted with pleasure as he took her virginity, her tight pussy clenching around him as he filled her up with his cum.
He imagined their moans and whimpers, the feel of their soft skin sliding against his own, the scent of their perfume filling his nostrils, driving him wild with lust. It wasn't long before he was panting heavily, his balls drawing up close to his body as he neared his peak.
And just as he was about to tip over the edge, there was a soft knock at the door.
Harry looked at the clock in panic and realised with a start that it was already past midnight. He had been so lost in his fantasies that he hadn't even noticed the time passing.
"'Arry?" came Fleur's sultry voice from the other side. "May I come in?"
Harry's heart pounded in his chest as he quickly pulled the covers up to his waist, hiding his straining erection. "Y-yes," he stammered, his voice hoarse with desire.
The door opened slowly, revealing Fleur standing in the doorway. She was wearing a sheer nightgown that left little to the imagination, her nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric, hard and needy. Harry's mouth went dry as he took in the sight of her, his cock twitching visibly under the covers in response.
"I couldn't sleep," Fleur murmured, stepping into the room and closing the door behind her. "I hope you don't mind the intrusion."
"N-no, not at all," Harry stuttered, trying to keep his cool despite the raging storm brewing between his legs.
Harry's heart pounded in his chest as he watched Fleur approach the bed, her hips swaying seductively with each step. He could feel his cock straining against the covers, desperate for release, and he was certain that she could see the outline of his throbbing member pressing against the sheets.
Fleur reached the bed and crawled onto it gracefully, settling herself next to him. Her fingers trailed lightly across his bare chest, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his veins.
"Are you comfortable like this, 'Arry?" she asked softly, her voice almost a whisper.
Harry nodded, swallowing thickly. "Yes," he managed to croak out, his throat suddenly very dry.
Her nightgown had ridden up slightly as she moved, revealing the pale flesh of her thighs. Harry tried not to stare, but it was impossible not to notice how smooth and soft her skin looked. His fingers itched to reach out and touch her, to run his hands along her silky flesh, feeling the warmth radiating from her body.
"Good," Fleur purred, her fingers continuing to trail across his chest.
Suddenly, her hand dipped lower, tracing the outline of his abs, making his muscles tense involuntarily under her featherlight touch. Harry sucked in a sharp breath as she moved even lower, her fingers pushing the covers aside to reveal his straining erection.
She gasped softly at the sight of his massive cock, her blue eyes widening in surprise. "Oh my..." she breathed, her gaze transfixed on his manhood.
Harry blushed deeply, embarrassed by the size of his cock. It was bigger than most men's, and he knew it could make some women uncomfortable. But Fleur didn't seem to mind, her eyes shining with excitement as she stared at his length.
She leaned closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "Can I touch you, 'Arry?" she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.
Harry could feel his heart pounding in his chest as Fleur's words sent a jolt of electricity through his body. He nodded, unable to speak, as she wrapped her slender fingers around his thick shaft. Her touch was soft and gentle, yet firm enough to make him groan with pleasure.
"You're so big, 'Arry," Fleur murmured, her thumb rubbing gently over the head of his cock, spreading the precum leaking from its tip. "I can't even fit my hand around you," she added with a giggle, her voice filled with awe.
She began to stroke him slowly, her hand moving up and down his length in a steady rhythm. Harry could feel his hips bucking involuntarily, his body desperate for release. He groaned, throwing his head back against the pillows as she continued to work him with her hand.
"Does that feel good, 'Arry?" Fleur whispered, her breath hot against his ear.
"Y-yes," Harry gasped, his voice barely audible.
Her skin felt so soft against his, her curves fitting perfectly against his harder form. He could feel her breasts pressed against his arm, her nipples hard and sensitive against his skin. The sensation was driving him wild, and he could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge with every stroke.
Fleur's hand continued to move up and down his shaft, her grip tightening slightly as she increased her pace. Harry could feel himself nearing the edge, his body tensing up as he prepared for release.
But just as he was about to come, Fleur stopped, her hand still wrapped around his throbbing member. Harry let out a frustrated groan, his body aching for release.
"Not yet, 'Arry," Fleur whispered, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I want to make this last."
Harry could feel his frustration building as Fleur continued to tease him, her hand moving up and down his shaft at an agonisingly slow pace. He could feel his cock throbbing in her grasp, desperate for release, but Fleur seemed determined to draw out his pleasure for as long as possible.
He had been awaiting release for so long, and now that it was finally within his grasp, she was denying him. It was maddening, but also incredibly arousing. He had never felt so turned on in his life.
"Please, Fleur," Harry begged, his voice low and hoarse with desire. "Let me come."
Fleur smiled wickedly, leaning forward to press her lips against his. She kissed him deeply, their tongues dancing together in a passionate duel. When they broke apart, she resumed stroking him again, her movements faster and more urgent now. Harry could feel his body tensing up, his muscles clenching as he prepared for release.
And then, with a low groan, he came, his cock erupting in Fleur's hand as he spilled his seed all over her fingers. Fleur let out a soft gasp as she felt him come, her own body trembling with pleasure.
As Harry lay there, panting and spent, Fleur leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "Thank you, 'Arry," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "That was... incredible."
Harry could only nod in agreement, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He watched as Fleur brought her cum-covered fingers to her mouth, licking them clean with a moan of satisfaction.
"You taste so good, 'Arry," she murmured, her eyes shining with desire. "I can't wait to taste you again."
With that, she stood up, turning to leave the room. But before she reached the door, she looked back at him one last time, her eyes shining with unspoken promises.
"Goodnight, 'Arry," she said softly, blowing him a playful little kiss before disappearing into the darkness beyond.
How should the story continue?
- Gabrielle: The next morning, Gabrielle sneaks into his room and wakes him up with a blowjob...
- Fleur: The second they are alone the next day, Fleur jumps into his lap on the couch in the living room, uncaring that anyone can walk in on them at any moment...
- Apolline: Harry forgot his wand on the bathroom countertop. When he goes to retrieve it, he accidentally walks in on Apolline in the shower, fucking herself on a dildo...
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