Fantastic Shags and Where to Snog Them Ch. 3

Harry crawled into the bed after Fleur, his cock still wet with her mother’s juices. Fleur looked at him with fluttering eyelashes, like a demure maiden instead of a cock hungry slut.

He could see in her eyes what she wanted. She didn’t want romance or to be loved and cherished. She wanted to be fucked, to be used like he had used her mother over top of her.

Harry was very much thinking he should get a full time Veela fuckdoll.

His hand wrapped around her throat and her gleaming eyes widened in shock, her breaths coming heavier. He pushed her further, making her fall on her back, beautiful silken blonde hair spreading out around her.

His hips were between her legs cock resting on her stomach. His other hand grasped her bra, tearing it away to show her large full breasts that rolled over her chest with each heavy breath. Harry lowered his head, taking a nipple in his mouth and biting it.

She moaned in pleasure so Harry bit harder and the Veela beneath him screamed in pain and ecstasy.

“No no, please no,” she begged.

Harry released his bite and kissed the red marks tenderly.

“Sorry you tasted too good,” he said before giving her abused nipple a loving kiss.

Fleur ground her hips into his cock, wedging it between her cameltoe.

“‘Arry I need it,” she whispered.

“Fine,” he growled.

He clenched his fingers around her throat again, cutting off any follow up words and gripped her panties with his other one. He had wanted to rip them off, but his magic responded to his desire and her panties completely disappeared.

Not thinking about it too much he pulled his hips back, lining up his cock to her entrance, and plunged in. The baking hot tightness took up all of his mind and he let out a moan. Fleur let out her own, gargled moan, that was reduced due to Harry still gripping her throat. He felt her buck and churn beneath her as her pussy spasmed around his cock.

She was tighter than her mother, her body smoother than her mothers, but not as soft. He pulled back, his cock trapped in her cunt trying to pull him back in. When it finally seemed like he would be able to pull fully out, her lips still clinging to his head he shoved back in, relishing Fleur’s muffled scream, and the way it vibrated through her throat up his fingers.

His free hand grasped one of her jiggling breasts, squeezing it roughly, leaving deep red marks on her alabaster skin.

Meanwhile Fleur was flailing beneath him. Her arms moving from one thing to the next, not knowing what to do. At one moment she wrapped her arms around his back, pulling him closer to pepper kisses on him, then she was pushing him away as if to try and get him off. Then she was clenching the sheets, twisting them in her dainty little fingers. Then she mauled her free breast, then moved both hands to the one Harry had on her other breast.

His thrusting paused as Fleur grabbed his hand and pulled it. But he grinned evilly when she brought it up to her throat where his other hand was still gripping her. He wrapped his other hand around her throat and began to choke her in earnest.

Of course he did his best to be careful and not accidentally kill her. Just enough for some added stimulation.

He continued thrusting, but his eyes were not longer on her swaying breasts, but the look of absolute rapture on her face. Drool spilled from her lips and her tongue lolled out of her mouth. When her eyes began to roll up into her head he lessed his grip and she gasped coughing, but he didn’t stop. His hips clapped into her ass and thighs, the tip of his cock trying to breach her womb and pump a few little Potters into her.

Fleur finally gained enough clarity to look him in they eyes, her moans picking up in pitch and volume. Harry could feel when she was just about to finish so he helped her along by once again choking her.

Her eyes widened and he felt her pussy clench down around his length, trying to strangle his cock like he was strangling her. Pushing a few more times he came to a peak and ropes of cum painted the inside of Fleur’s womb. Even if he wanted to pull out her legs wrapping around him and her tight pussy holding him back stopped that.

When they both settled after their climaxes Harry released his hands, a bit of guilt seeping in at seeing the already bruising handprints.

Her legs loosened and he slowly pulled out, Fleur letting out a disgruntled groan when his head popped free. His thick white cum began to flow out and she moaned in sadness, her hands caressing her stomach.

“No… I felt so full.”

The Veela’s deep blue eyes met Harry. Never before had he seen love like that, not even from her mother who had pretty much turned into his personal whore.

“Don’t stop Harry, please, never stop.”

Harry laughed, for the first time she had said his name normally.

A weight from behind alerted him to Apolline finally joining them, she crawled on the bed on her hands and knees, her entire body sans her face caked in his cum.

“He’s perfect no?” she said, sidling up to her daughter and lying down on her side, relishing in the look of her daughters freshly fucked face.

“Yes…” Fleur said, still not looking away from Harry.

“Fleur…” Apolline said.

“Maman?”

“I’m pregnant… with Harry’s.”

Harry stared at the older woman in shock.

“Huh?!” He said.

That caused Fleur to look away, her high from her orgasm fading away in place of shock of her news.

“What about papa?”

Apolline shrugged.

“Our relationship was failing anyways.”

Then she began to speak in french to her daughter, but Harry couldn’t understand a word. He caught his name a few times, as well as Jean and Gabbi, but he didn’t know who those were. They didn’t even seem to remember he was in the room. Despite him still kneeling over Fleur and their cum soaking the sheets.

He kind of just stayed there awkwardly.

There was a lul in their conversation and Harry decided to speak up.

“So… when did you find out?” he asked.

“When you came in me,” Apolline said lovingly.

“Really?”

“Yes, Veela know immediately when we are pregnant. Sadly Fleur is Beauxbatons champion, she cannot get pregnant. The Veela still need her.”

Sadly? He didn’t understand why that was sad- wait wait wait they were glossing over this too much.

“I-I’m going to be a dad?”

“Oui… is that okay,” Apolline said.

Harry felt like the right thing was to say was of course its okay, and Harry always did want a family, but he couldn’t just say that. At the end of the day he was a eighteen year old boy that apparently impregnated a forty year old.

“I guess?” he said.

Apolline gave him a surprisingly understanding look, getting up and kissing him gently on the lips.

“It’s okay, I can give you time to think… Now, I believe Fleur is in need of some love,” the last word was said huskily, and she turned back to her daughter to trail a finger between her perky breasts.

Fleur once again looked at Harry, and something about her conversation with her mother must’ve worked her up, because now he could literally see hearts in her eyes.

“Fuck me ‘Arry, make me your little whore.”

Huge tonal shift, but okay.

Harry grabbed Fleur by the ankles, his flaccid dick once again hardening. He lifted her legs and folded her in half until they were in a mating press pose.

Fleur squawked, her face flushing in embarrassment, and Apolline laughed lying back down on her side to watch as Harry’s cock speared into her soaked cunt.

Harry slipped easily into her tight walls, their fluids luibricating the way until his tip pressed hard against her cervix. Fleur’s hands flailed wildly at her sides and Apolline gasped as Fleur unknowingly gripped one of her breasts hard.

Harry let out a quick laugh. He pressed down with his entire weight, Fleur’s gymnasts body folded to where her ankles were above her head. Her tits were pressed together from her knees squishing them. Fleur didn’t let go of her mother’s breast and Apolline seemed to love it. As if her daughters hand was able to send the sensations Fleur was feeling to her.

Apolline’s eyelashes fluttered, the beautiful woman looking at her slutty daughter with love. Fuck, the Veela he had spent the past few months fucking was carrying his child. He was going to be a dad.

There was still fear, but now next to it was a burning desire. To be a dad, to pump her full of kids one after the other. To do the same to her whore of a daughter.

These two bombshells were going to be his family, and twenty years from now he was going to take a family photo with both of them holding onto a dozen kids, and another growing in each of their stomachs.

Fleur screamed, her long neck tilted back and visibly vibrating as she came. Harry didn’t stop, he only fucked her tight cunt harder.

“Fuck fuck fuck. You’re breaking me ‘Arry.”

The bed shook, and it felt like it was a moment from falling apart.

It didn’t take him long to finish, and once again he filled her to bursting.

Fleur let go of her mothers breast, a deep bruise already forming on the soft globe. Her hands once again massaging her abdomen and she let out soft cooing noises.

Merlin she wanted to be bred.

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To say that the second task was easy would be an understatement for Harry. Instead of doing a partial transfiguration like Krum, losing a lot of his mental capability. Or the bubble-head like Fleur he made a potion using Gillyweed extract to make him able to also breath underwater, then he used elemental transfiguration to speed through the water in his own personal current.

When he reached the center of the merpeople colony he found that he was the first one.

Ron was there and Harry quickly saved him, but when he looked at the others he froze.

There was Cho, the girl he kinda had a crush on a few months ago, and also Hermione, who he really wanted to save, but there was… Fleur?

Why was she trapped? Where was her hostage then? But then he noticed that her features were softer than Fleur’s.

A quick blast of water sent the oncoming merpeople away. Nothing that would actually hurt, but enough to deter them. Krum appeared as he was contemplating the issue, and quickly took Hermione and dashed away. He guessed the girl might have been Fleur’s sister, she looked to be the same age as Harry, so she went to Beauxbatons, it wouldn’t be difficult to get her here. Apolline had never mentioned her, but they were usually too busy fucking for that.

Cedric appeared, a large gash on his side and he sliced the rope holding Cho.

Where was Fleur? The safety of her sister was more important than winning some stupid competition. After waiting for a few more minutes he decided to just take her then search the area for Fleur.

He found the other Veela, tied in seaweed as Grindeylows poked at her with sharpened sticks. She lost her wand and her bubble charm had been popped, her eyes slowly closing as she drowned.

Well shit.

A flurry of spells later and he freed Fleur, taking all three girls in his current to the surface then to the stands.