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One Big Happy Weasley Family Ch. 5
🕑 Added 2024-01-31 14:03:15 +0000 UTCI feel like the boy who cried wolf at this point, but it seems I'm going to need one more chapter to close this fic up. So, chapter six should (emphasis on the should) be the end of the road. Anyways, I hope you enjoy chapter 5.
The eerie organ music really did add a lot of ambiance to the proceedings. Harry wondered when exactly Charlie had found the time to learn how to play the organ. Perhaps it was a common thing in Romania?
The stocky Weasley brother was putting his all into, even wearing a Phantom of the Opera mask and cape combination as his hands glided across the rows and rows of keys.
Standing behind him, also wearing tuxedos with black capes, Bill and George were loudly singing some sort of Gregorian chant. Meanwhile, Percy had cast a sonorus on himself so that his voice would carry above them all.
“Oh great and merciful Lord Potter, we present to you our dearly departed, hoping that you will welcome him into your embrace! We wish to absolve him of his sins as his soul embarks on its next great adventure!”
Harry sighed as he once more sealed them up in the soundproof bubble Hermione had immediately erected once she'd seen what the Weasley men were about to get up to.
It was a weird feeling, having warped these men's minds to the point that they worshiped him like a god. He still remembered the relief he'd felt when Charlie had told him that Jean had left them. He thought the man had regained enough of his senses to escape from it all.
He'd been wrong. There had been a schism between him and Percy on how to properly worship Harry, and now Jean had started up his own chapter of Potterism in France. They regularly sent him gifts (or ‘offerings’, as they preferred to call them) and now Harry was stuck in the middle of a war of letters as both sides vied for his endorsement as the one true faith.
Needless to say, it was a bit of a headache.
“Dad, can we go play outside?” Jamie tugged at his sleeve, giving him those puppy dog-eyes that always seemed to do him in.
Harry glanced around, finding none of his women nearby to pawn the decision off on. “Did you pay your respects?”
Jamie nodded fervently. “I put a flower on his chest and everything!”
Harry sighed. “Who's all going?” He knew that Jamie wasn't the only one that wanted to go, and her older sisters had just sent her as the messenger.
“Victoire and Dora!”
“Alright.” The girl cheered as Harry placed his hand on her head. “But, you'll have to bring all of your sisters along, understood?”
Jamie stomped her feet petulantly, “But they're little brats!”
“That's my condition.” Harry said. “Unless you want me to ask uncle Ron to chaperone?”
It was hilarious to see the girl almost instantly back off. “N-No! Its ok daddy!”
Harry chuckled as his daughter ran off. They were going to the little park right outside the funeral home, all part of an enclosed area on the edge of Hogsmeade, so Harry was confident they'd be fine.
Harry walked back into the viewing room as Jamie rushed ahead of him. There were rows of seats, most of them empty, with a few occupied by some very sexy looking women.
His daughters were all huddled up on one side of the room, and from the little noises he heard Harry was sure they were playing with those new handheld gaming thingies that they'd all become so obsessed with recently.
Meanwhile, the ladies were congregated on the other side of the room.
It had all started off nice and respectful. Everyone had wanted to be staid and somber for Ginny's sake, seeing as her father had died.
The mood had lasted for about ten minutes before Ginny had pulled a bottle of firewhisky from her bag.
“Dad wasn't the worst of them, so I gave him ten minutes of silence, now lets get plastered!”
Now, his ladies were even rowdier than the children, and they were also huddled, each nursing their own glass or drink, though Harry wondered what exactly all the commotion was about.
He spared a single glance to Molly, who was standing over her husband's casket, clad in full widow gear, including a long black veil that covered her face. She'd been standing there for a while now, trying and failing to make herself cry.
Back to his ladies, he was shocked as he got closer, as he heard sounds very similar to the ones coming from his daughter's side.
Angelina was holding one of those tiny little video game thingamajigs, and the other women were shouting advice at her as she played.
“Use a healing potion this turn, come on!”
“Maybe you should switch over to the other little creature? The fire monkey.”
“Don't switch, just stand up and fight to the death!”
“You have ice beam right there! It's four times effective against Garchomp!”
Everyone's eyes turned to Emma, who shrugged before taking a sip of her drink, “I've been playing with the girls a bit.”
Harry shook his head as the others began muttering about needing to get one of their own.
He saw his daughters scurrying off outside, and caught sight of someone who looked very lost out.
With a sigh, Harry headed out to where Ron was standing atop a hill, staring absently at the village below.
“Everything alright, mate?”
Ron turned his head to glance back at Harry, a frown on his face. “I don't get it, Harry. I just don't get it.”
“Its life, Ron, these things happen.”
The redhead shook his head. “I went over to ask dad if he wanted to play chess with me, and he completely ignored me! He's lying there pretending to be asleep, but no one could sleep through all that commotion!”
Oh.
“Ron… you think your father's pretending to be asleep?”
“Duh, Harry! That's what I just said.”
Harry shook his head as he stepped up to his former best friend, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.
“Ron. Your dad isn't waking up. He's going to stay asleep… forever.”
“Huh? No one can sleep forever Harry! That's silly!”
Harry cringed, wishing there was a way to make this easier. “Listen, buddy, sometimes, when people get really bad ouchies, or when they get really sick, they go to sleep forever, and they never wake up from it.”
“But dad has to paint my room on Thursday!”
“I can do that for you, buddy,”
Ron's eyes lit up with joy. “Really? And can we go get ice cream after?”
“Sure thing.” Harry ruffled Ron's hair as the tall redhead skipped back inside the funeral parlor.
Harry slipped back inside as well, where he noticed that not all his daughters had run off outside.
Rose was sitting on a chair, sniffling lightly as she stared out towards Arthur Weasley's casket.
Harry made eye contact with the ladies, who had all seemed to notice Rose's mood at the same time as he had. Harry gave them a nod to let them know he'd handle the situation.
Harry sat down next to his daughter, who glanced up at him with tear stricken eyes and fogged up glasses that made Harry's heart ache.
Harry wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her towards him. Rose leaned into it, her head resting on his side.
“Rosie, honey.” Harry rubbed circles on his daughter's back. “Grandpa Arthur… well, sometimes, when people get ouchies, or become sick, they-”
“Dad, I know what death is. And he's not really my grandfather.”
Harry was taken aback. “Oh, erm, wait. Are you sure you know-”
“Death: the irreversible cessation of all biological functions that sustain an organism. I read it in one of mum's books.”
“Right.” Harry had forgotten exactly who's daughter he was talking to.
“Either way, Rosie, its alright to be sad about great-uncle Arthur passing.”
Rose's lip quivered as she burrowed further into his side. “It's not that, dad. I-I killed him, I was the one who bumped into his ladder and made him fall. I killed someone.”
“No, no. Rose, it was an accident.”
“Just because it was an accident doesn't mean I still didn't kill him, just makes it manslaughter.”
Harry frowned. This girl was like Hermione on pepperups sometimes. “Rose, don't blame yourself for this. If anything, it's my fault, I'm the one who turned him into an indentured servant. I'm the one who placed him into constant, hazardous situations. If it hadn't been this, he would have been killed in some other way. I mean, why do you think he had a hook for a hand?”
“A-And you did all this because he betrayed you?”
Harry bit his lip. It had been so many years since the betrayal had taken place, and while Harry hadn't forgotten about it, it hadn't really been at the forefront of his mind for a while. Over the past few years, that smoldering fury he'd constantly felt towards the Weasleys hadn't been present.
How long could he use revenge as a justification for his actions? After all he'd done to the Weasleys, practically turned them all into husks of the people they once were, had he passed a tipping point? Had his righteous acts morphed into outright cruelty without him being able to tell the difference?
“Dad, does that mean that any and all acts we commit are justified as long as they are inflicted upon those we deem inferior? Does that mean that the strong have an inherent right to control the lives of the weak? Does it mean that we should feel no remorse for our actions, because our power automatically makes them righteous?”
Harry was left mumbling and stumbling over his words as he gawked at the brown-haired girl who he was sure was still only six, unless Hermione had pulled some time-turner shenanigans again. “N-No… I-I mean… where did you learn to talk like that?!”
Rose was already beaming though. The bespectacled girl's legs were swinging as her previous sadness was all but forgotten. She hopped off her seat and gave her father a big kiss on the cheek. “Thank you, daddy! I feel way better now knowing that might makes right! I'm going to go play with the girls now!”
As his mini-Hermione skipped off towards the exit, Harry was left in a complete mental daze.
What the hell had just happened?
He needed to clear his mind.
He glanced over at his ladies, a den of sex-crazed mature MILFs who would be more than happy to help him search through his feelings.
But then his eye caught Molly, who was still bent over the casket, still trying and failing to squeeze out a single tear for her deceased husband.
His eyes fixated on Molly's fat ass as its shape popped out prominently, even through her rather conservative dress.
Maybe he should be doing some deep thinking about his actions, but he would put that off for another day. Right now, he needed to blow off some steam, and he didn't particularly care about the depravity of the situation.
Molly was growing more and more frustrated as she couldn't eke out a single believable act of mourning for her deceased husband. Perhaps if she thought about her previous life, how glorious it had been and how precipitous her fall from grace had ended up being she could manage some waterworks?
But that wouldn't work either. If she were honest, she had grown to enjoy being one of Harry's little fucktoys. Even being treated like garbage by him and the girls, by her own daughter and granddaughter, as humiliating as it was, turned her on in a very perverse way.
Speaking of the devil, Molly yelped as she felt a familiar hand smack her hard on her bottom.
“H-Harry?” She shivered as his hard body pressed up against her soft, full curves. His hands rested on her hips as he ground himself against her fat rump.
“I think I can help you with your problem, Molly. Can you help me with mine?” He asked in a husky voice.
“S-Sure.”
She felt a sudden rush of cool air as the bottom of her dress was torn off. She whimpered even as she spread her legs wider to grant him access, even as her pussy began to drip in anticipation.
Harry grabbed the back of her head and forced it down, down into the casket where her late husband lay.
Molly tries to turn away, but Harry's forceful grip kept her facing forward, staring directly at the corpse of the man who she had once vowed to cherish in sickness and in health.
Til death did them part.
Harry grunted as he rubbed his fat head up against Molly's slick lips, letting it collect her juices. Once his head was well coated, he began to run his shaft up and down her wetness, allowing more of her juices to lubricate his meat torpedo.
Molly was holding onto the edge of the casket for dear life. “P-Please, p-put it in.” She begged as her entrance was stimulated by the burning hot length that was sandwiching itself between her flesh-petals.
“Ooooh, I believe ‘Arry has decided to bury a bone at zis funeral.” Fleur commented.
Harry could feel the eyes of all his women on him as he continued to use Molly. The temperature in the room rose as he knew that they were all becoming rather hot and bothered, and things would likely devolve very quickly from here.
Harry pulled his cock back as his free hand slid Molly's torn dress up her body, exposing more and more of the woman's doughy yet sexy form until he revealed her naked lower half completely.
His hand continued to ride under the torn dress, reaching her massive breasts and sinking into one of them as he lined himself up with a different hole.
“No! Wait!”
But there was nothing Molly could do, Harry pushed into her rosebud with his newly lubricated cock, and the Weasley matriarch could only yelp as Harry forcefully filled her backdoor.
Harry's cock sank down into Molly's anus and, using her cowtits for support, he began to fuck her roughly from behind.
Harry pounded the Weasley matriarch's ass while her head remained buried in her husband's casket.
It was rough and animalistic, with the setting and situation bringing Harry a perverse pleasure that made him question his own morality, but also made his cock hard as a diamond inside of Molly's canal.
“P-Please!” Molly was finally crying, shedding tears directly over Arthur's body as Harry raped her ass without mercy. He squeezed her udder, never able to get enough of her pillow-soft tits, while his tool plowed her behind for all it was worth.
“Oh… Oh Merlin! I-I'm going to-” Molly screeched as her body gave way and an orgasm tore through her body. Her anus clenched around Harry's cock as her pussy began to shower his thigh with a spray of juices. Harry held on, leaning into Molly as she rode out her orgasm and spasmed around his shaft.
Once she'd come down, Harry pulled out of her now gaping anus. Molly collapsed onto the floor, finally able to pull back from the casket as Harry turned around.
He was faced with a bunch of randy women, pussies exposed, hot and ready to receive his shaft.
Abeli ended up being the lucky contestant who was first to receive his cock in her pussy.
Any thoughts of morality were forgotten as Harry fucked into the beautiful dark-skinned MILF.
…
“What is your will, oh great lord and savior?” Charlie asked.
Harry had gathered all the Weasley men together, except for Ron. Ron was a special young man, and Harry knew he wouldn't survive out there on his own. But the others? The others had been functional adults at one point, they should be more than fine.
Harry was going to set them free.
After he'd had his fun at the funeral, he'd thought long and hard about Rose's words and decided that he needed to let go. The Weasleys had betrayed him, and he'd gotten his revenge, anything past that would only be petty cruelty on his part.
“I gathered you guys here to let you know that I'm going to set you free. I'm going to break off our agreement, you guys can go out into the world and remake your lives.”
He expected hope. He expected happiness and tears and defiant bravado.
He had definitely underestimated just how severely he'd warped their minds.
They all looked panicked. They fell to their knees, and of all people, George was the one who crawled up to him in desperation. “My lord, what have we done to displease you? What can we do to sate your wrath?”
“My wrath? Guys, listen you can drop this, it's f-”
“This is all your fault!” Bill sent a hateful glare towards Percy, who had his head down in shame. “I knew Mr. Delacour was right! You forced your heresy onto us, and now you've forsaken us all!”
This had gotten maybe a bit more out of hand than Harry had originally thought.
“Sir, we promise, it was Percy who blasphemed, not us!” Charlie had both hands clasped in front of him in prayer. “We tried to tell him that the Godfather should have been equal to the mother and father!”
“Sirius Black was not a parent! He should not be on equal footing with the Potters.” Percy defiantly argued his point.
“That bullshit is what has led us to this. Now look at us, abandoned and without guidance.” Bill spat at his brother. “Tell us, oh lord, please, what can we do? What if we sacrifice this blasphemer?”
“Guys, guys!” Harry yelled over the rapidly devolving mob of ginger-haired cavemen. “Listen, err… that was just a test of faith, alright? And you all passed!”
“We passed? Oh thank you gracious lord!” George crawled over to kiss his feet, though Harry pulled back. “After my brother passed, I was without a purpose, but now I've found providence in your loving embrace!”
That was… actually kind of sad and fucked up.
It seemed that Harry had broken these men beyond repair, and now, he would have to live with the consequences.
“Does this mean that we can declare a holy war against the infidels in France?” Percy asked with renewed enthusiasm.
Harry blanched. “No, no! Listen… fuck. I'll figure something out, alright?”
…
The years passed, and Harry really did try to figure something out.
He was god to these people now, somehow. He was sure that he could get them together and iron out their differences.
“Zat is ludicrous! ‘Edwig ze owl is clearly above Dobby ze Elf in our lord's hierarchy!”
Jean Delacour, clad in an oversized Gryffindor seeker kit, was glaring across the table at Percy. Behind Jean where a gaggle of French and German wizards whom Harry had still not gotten to know, even though most had been present at the previous councils.
Percy and the Weasley boys were on the opposite end of the table. “An owl above a free elf? That is absurd! Lord, what is you verdict on this?”
Harry ran his hands through his hair in frustration. “Hedwig or Dobby? Man, I don't know.” He pushed back from the seat and hopped up to his feet. “Why don't you guys figure it out amongst yourselves? I'm leaving.”
The two parties instantly launched into a pissing contest to see who could shower him with the most praise before he left. Harry ignored them completely and left as quickly as he could manage.
This was the fourth ecumenical council they'd held. They'd gotten to the point where Harry felt like he could leave them alone without them killing each other, but to be honest, he really didn't care if they did at this point.
He apparated away, appearing in a villa they had rented out for this trip to the southeastern coast of Spain, where the ‘Council of Barcelona’ was being held.
He wasn't surprised to find the villa empty, and he quickly found a note from Gabby letting him know they'd gone off to a water park.
That sounded like just what Harry needed after having to sit through another ludicrous religious debate. Harry found his swim trunks and sandals and popped away to join his family.
…
El Parque de las Sirenas was one of the premier waterparks in the world. Harry felt a growing sense of excitement as he saw glimpsed some of the rides, especially the supposedly famous drop slide which used a trapdoor to plummet people at breakneck speeds.
After perusing the brochure a few days prior, Harry felt like the magical world was in dire need of a water park of its own.
He entered the park and began to look around for his girls.
Despite the allure of Barcelona, only Gabby, Fleur, Apolline, Victoire and Jamie had come along for this trip. His family had grown weary of these ecumenical councils and the drama that they usually brought, and so everyone else had decided to stay in England for the three days of the trip.
He knew his other daughters would be absolutely livid once Victorie and Jamie blabbed to them about the water park, which Fleur had just found out about the other day after taking a stroll through the muggle part of the city.
It wasn't hard to spot them. The moment he hit one of the many pools, he saw the three supremely sexy blonde witches, wearing the skimpiest of bathing suits as they stood in waist high water. Everyone else in the pool was giving them a wide berth, with many angry looking wives and absolutely dumbstruck husbands trying and failing not to stare at their perfection.
Harry grinned as he waded into the water, ready to bask in the glares of all the men in the immediate vicinity as he touched what they could barely look at.
“My love! You're back.” Apolline exclaimed as she was the first to catch sight of Harry. Harry waded up to the MILF and pulled her close, making a show of squeezing her exquisite ass while he gave her a snog.
He could feel the men around him seething in anger and jealousy. He smirked as he pulled back from the half-veela and his hands groped at her daughters, pulling them into his lecherous grip.
What followed was an extremely inappropriate groping and snogging session between Harry and the three veela, something that he was sure would further incense those around him.
“Someone eez feeling frisky.” Gabby giggled as she reached down to grab at Harry's crotch, squeezing his erection through his trunks.
“I definitely have a lot of frustrations to work through.” Harry admitted as he couldn't help but look between his three veela. It was his eternal dilemma, which one to fuck first when they all looked so damn good?
Then his mind cleared just enough for him to realize something. “Where are the girls?”
The three of them shared a knowing look, a look that let Harry know he was in deep, deep trouble.
Gabby's hand left his crotch as she giggled lightly, “They went to change, I zink you're in trouble.”
After that first time with Dora, Harry had been unable to control himself. While he'd tried his best to wait until they were older, he'd ended up fucking all of his daughters, and now his little girls were as addicted to his cock as their mothers were.
It seemed he had a sixth sense for these things, because the moment he turned his head and glanced back, his eyes feasted on the very sinful sight of his teenaged daughters in their very inappropriate bikinis.
They were absolutely stunning. Victoire was fourteen and in the full throes of puberty, which had been more than generous to her. She was already five-six, taller than her aunt Gabby, with legs for days and breasts that were already a c-cup. She was an absolute bombshell, and her long-flowing strawberry blonde hair looked vibrant against her bright pink bikini, with a top that just barely covered her nipples.
At twelve, Jamie wasn't as developed as her sister, and she was considerably shorter, but her veela heritage mixed well with her raven-black hair, lending her the appearance of a slavic princess. Her budding chest and slim frame reminded him of when he'd first been with Gabby, and her dark blue bikini left as little to the imagination as her sister's.
They were stunning, and the way their smoldering emerald green eyes were staring him down only helped to fan the flames of his towering lust.
His two little succubi waded into the water, approaching Harry like a pair of sirens ready to pounce on a sailor they had swept into their clutches.
They attached themselves to his sides, slipping between their mothers to push their nubile young bodies up against his own. Harry let his hands squeeze his daughter's hot little asses under the water.
“Daddy.” Victoire said sultrily. “Jamie is being a little brat.”
“Oh really?” Harry asked, glancing at his younger daughter with an amused smile.
“Victoire is being a stuck up b-” Jamie stopped herself before she received a scolding, “Victoire thinks that she can make you cum in her more times than me, and she's being ridiculous! Everyone knows I'm your favorite!” She stuck her tongue out at her older sister.
“Now, now girls-” Harry began, before he caught the mischievous looks on the three older veela's faces.
He sighed. “What did you guys do?”
“Oh, nozzing.” Fleur shrugged casually. “Eet is just, veela are very competitive by nature, especially in matters of love.”
“And so, we decided a little friendly competition between our girls was in order.” Gabby continued.
Apolline chuckled at Harry's exasperated expression. “Veela can be quite a ‘andful, can't they, mon amour?”
“So I guess we're going home then.” Harry said. He'd been looking forward to enjoying the water park, but he would be an absolute idiot to turn down multiple rounds of passionate sex with his sexy young daughters.
“Why would we, papa?” Victoire looked up at him in confusion. “We can have the competition right here.”
Harry's eyes went wide. “Here? But, there's a bunch of people here.”
Jamie turned and pressed her bum right up against his erection, which throbbed from the contact with his daughter's juicy little ass.
“That's never stopped you before, daddy.” She fluttered her eyelashes.
That was when Harry knew he was in trouble.
…
Harry had never been to a water park before, but from what he'd absorbed through cultural osmosis in his childhood, he was sure that the long winding course of the lazy river shouldn't run this fast.
“Come on daddy!” Jamie tugged at his arm as she dragged the inner tube behind her. Harry wished he had his wand with him, or that he'd actually learned some wandless magic, because riding along those powerful rapids while doing that with his daughter seemed like a recipe for disaster.
But he could never say no to his girls. Victoire glared at Jamie as she threw her own inner tube into the water and hopped on, quickly getting swept away behind her mother, aunt and grandmother.
Harry set their inner tube up on the edge of the river before taking a seat. Jamie wasted no time in hopping on his lap with enough impulse to push them off the banks and into the rapidly flowing waters.
“Woah!” Harry held his arms out, trying not to tip over as the current threw them to and fro. He could see his girls further ahead, turning a sharp corner that almost threw Victoire off her inner tube.
Harry grabbed onto the side grips. Meanwhile, his cheeky little dark haired veela had untied her bikini bottom and tied it around her forearm.
“Jamie!” Harry said, thinking she would have been a bit more subtle than that. There were people around them, but they were too busy navigating the river to notice what had just happened.
“I am your favorite, right daddy?” Jamie gave him those puppy dog eyes that weren't so innocent any more.
“Jamie, baby, I love you all equally.”
Jamie frowned, and her small hands jumped immediately to his swim trunks. With superhuman dexterity, she pulled the soaked garment down, allowing his cock to spring out and bob freely in front of her hungry face.
Harry really wished he had a wand now. There was no way these muggles wouldn't see what was going on.
“Alright daddy, now its time for the real ride.” Jamie said, seemingly unperturbed as the inner tube sloshed violently through the waters.
Harry stared down at her beautiful, hairless little slit, her hot, tight snatch. A part of him wanted to force her onto his face and devour her little cunt whole, but he knew what Jamie really wanted, and he also knew they would instantly spill over if he tried that.
Jamie settled between his legs, firmly grasped his cock and aimed it at her entrance with a confidence that came only with years of experience.
Some very enjoyable years of experience.
Jamie sank down onto his shaft, swallowing most of his length in her tight little vice.
“Ahhh!” She screamed in pleasure as she flopped forward onto his chest. Harry groaned loudly, unable to care now if people could see. He placed a hand over his daughter's bum, partly to make a token attempt at covering her up, but also to help push just another quarter-inch of his shaft into her pre-teen pussy.
“Daddy! It feels so good inside of me!” Jamie whimpered. Harry grunted, feeling his daughter's heat envelop him, preparing himself to make his first tentative thrust into his little veela's snatch.
The raft hit a a corner, and a cross-current of even faster water sent them smashing against a wall before they banked sideways.
“Fuck!” Harry said as he held onto the inner tube for dear life with one hand while the other kept his daughter firmly in place.
They began to accelerate as the inner tube continued to jostle around violently, but somehow, despite being thrown every which way by the artificial poseidon below them, Jamie began to move her hips up and down.
Harry grit his teeth as his twelve year old daughter's pussy squeezed him tight as her thighs clenched around him. The little minx giggled as she fucked herself on his cock, hips rising and falling through the maelstrom.
“Jealous, Tory?”
Harry's head snapped to the side to see they had caught up with the others. Jamie was smiling smugly at Victoire as she rocked her mound back and forth on his shaft.
“Whatever, brat. You're just warming daddy's cock up for the real show.”
‘Oh my.” Apolline laughed from her inner tube. “Thank goodness ze two of you never had a sibling rivalry like zat.” She glanced at her daughters.
“Focus, Jamie, eyes on ze prize.” Gabby urged her daughter while Fleur rolled her eyes.
“Victoire will be victorious, dear sister, eet is obvious.”
Her aunt's words lit a fire in the little veela, who began to bounce in earnest on her father's lap.
Harry abandoned his grip on the raft, needing both hands to cup Jamie's round little bottom as she rode him for all he was worth.
At least they were now surrounded by the girls, which meant Harry could hump back against his daughter's tender pussy with less fear of being seen.
“DADDY!” The young girl yelped as her father began to meet her movements with hard thrusts of his own. Her little pussy squelched as Harry slammed into her, his head bashing itself against the entrance to her young yet fertile womb.
“Watch out!” Victoire yelled with a hint of glee in her voice.
Harry barely had time to lift up his head before he saw they were headed directly toward a whirlpool. There was no time to change course, no time to even let go of Jamie's ass as the little girl seemed to ignore her sister's warning.
We are definitely going over, Harry thought.
Fuck it.
He began to ram himself into her tender heat with an almost frenzied desperation.
They were sucked into the whirlpool and began to spin violently around. Harry's head began to swim as his surroundings blurred.
But, the raft was surprisingly stable, in the sense that it wasn't about to flip over on them.
“We got you, mon amour.” Gabby said from his side.
Gabby, Fleur and Apolline were each holding onto Harry's inner tube as they all spiraled together.
Harry sent them a grateful grin before refocusing on his daughter. Jamie was now shuddering atop him, her breathing coming in ragged as his baby girl was mere seconds from her orgasm.
Harry redoubled his efforts, knocking the back out of her preteen pussy until Jamie finally couldn't take it any longer.
His daughter clamped down on him and squirted around his cock just as they exited the whirlpool and were jettisoned towards the end of the loop.
Harry's cock lurched, and he emptied his balls inside his sexy young daughter, blasting her with a surge of daddy milk that flooded her pussy and womb.
When they neared the point where the lazy river looped back over, father and daughter were stumbling their way out of the waters. Harry's cock was safely back in his trunks while he and Fleur shielded Jamie, who was trying to put her bottom back on while walking on wobbly legs.
Somehow, miraculously, his daughter was able to cover herself up, sealing up the slow drip of sticky cum that was peeking from her pussy. The family left the lazy river, and Harry had barely recovered his senses when Victoire grabbed onto his arm, and dragged him along behind her.
“Come on, daddy, let me show you some real fun.”
…
They all ended up squeezed in inside of a jacuzzi attached to one of the many pools. Harry was in between Fleur and Apolline, while Victoire stood confidently in front of him, proudly flaunting her beautiful assets.
Harry glanced around nervously. There were people literally right behind them. He was sitting on the edge of the tub, only up to his shins in the water.
“There's no way we won't get caught.” He said nervously.
Fleur rolled her eyes. “I placed several muggle repelling charms on us before we headed out to ze river. None of zese people will notice.”
Harry sagged in relief, feeling a bit stupid that he hadn't noticed the clear signs of it before.
“Which is good, because my grandaughters are making me very ‘orny.” Apolline faced Jamie next to her. She pulled at her own bikini top, unleashing her massive breasts before smothering her granddaughter's face with them.
On Harry's other side, Gabby pulled her older sister into a passionate snog as their hands began to roam, and Harry was sure that this time, all of their clothing would be lost before the session was over.
“Eyes on me, daddy.” Victoire said, and Harry immediately turned to face her.
She shot him a slight pout before she smirked, sensuously running her hands through her body as she began to sway in front of him.
“Jamie is still a kid, she doesn't know a thing about the art of seduction.”
As she spoke, Victoire was giving Harry quite a show, moving her hips from side to side while her hands slid under her top and began to softly massage her pert breasts. She was dancing to music only she could hear, and she was doing so in a way that made Harry rock-hard once more.
She sauntered over to him, lowering her top to free her breasts but not removing it. She began to play with the cloth of her pink bottom, pulling the material aside to reveal her drooling wet lips.
“See, daddy, Jamie doesn't know how to be sensual like I can.” She mewled as her finger slid around her wet lips.
The younger veela pulled back from her grandmother's breasts, “Fuck you, Tory!”
“Young lady!” Apolline gasped, forcing her head deeper into her chest, “To zink you would use such language!” she began rubbing her chest all over the protesting girl's face as she pulled her onto her lap.
Gabby was now straddling Fleur, the two sisters having pulled their own bottoms aside as they ground their pussies against each other. It seemed that they were trying to give their daughters an example on how to get along properly.
Victoire stood over Harry, confident and gorgeous as her skin flushed red and her nipples stood erect atop breasts that lacked even the slightest hint of sag. Her creamy chest, accented by strands of her wet, reddish hair that fell all around it, was truly a sight to behold.
Harry went to pull out his cock, but his second oldest daughter shook her head firmly.
“I can take care of it, daddy. All of it.”
Victoire reached over and pulled put his cock, hot and ready for its second veela pussy of the day.
She pulled his stiffness towards her slowly. Harry watched as his cock bent in his redhead veela's direction, right up until it was right in front of her clit.
Victoire bit her plump lips as she stepped forward. She hissed when his bulbous head made contact with her clit. She closed her eyes, taking short breaths as she began to rub his cockhead on her clit.
Harry would have thrown his head back if he wasn't so mesmerized by the sight. Victoire rubbed his head against her hyper-sensitive nub. The way she looked, with her swimwear shoved off to the side but not fully removed, was somehow a lewder sight than if she had just taken them off.
She rubbed circles on her clit, her hips bucking against him at the end of each motion, before she changed tracks and began to slap his head against her little pleasure center.
“O-Oh daddy! F-Feels so gooooood.” She gasped, eyes still closed as the *slap*slap*slap* of his head against her clit filled the air between them.
Every slap sent waves of pleasure running up both their bodies. Below them, the Jacuzzi's bubbling hot waters served only to continue to simmer their growing passion and need.
Harry had had enough. He reached out and grabbed Victoire, pulling her towards him and placing her on his lap like Apolline had done to Jamie.
Speaking of which, he was able to see the half-veela had two fingers inserted in her grandaughter's pussy while her thumb fiddled with her clit.
He loved his life sometimes.
“Eyes on me, daddy, remember?” Tory said as she slid her slick lips up his shaft.
“Of course, baby.” Harry placed both hands on her face, pulling her towards him into a forceful kiss as his hands disappeared in her wet hair. Her lips were so pillowy soft and so plump, it was almost a sin to want to bite into them.
They became lost in passion, and through some form of sexual telepathy, they were able to line up perfectly, with Harry sliding his cock into the teen veela's piping hot cunt.
Victorie moaned into the kiss as her daddy's cock filled her up. She could take more than Jamie could, she could take all of it. She confidently rolled her hips forward as she swallowed his cock whole in her waiting snatch.
She danced on her daddy's lap, not bouncing but undulating, rolling and twisting her body as as she rocked her pussy around the cock that had made her.
Harry broke the kiss and reached down to suck on one of her perfect breasts. They were just so perky and large, they were marvels of magic in a sense.
Meanwhile, his hand traveled downward and his thumb began to play around with her clit.
“Merlin! Dad!” The fourteen year old's head snapped back as Harry's thumb circled her nub, his clockwise motion going the opposite way of her counter-clockwise gyrations on his shaft.
“Daddy please, fill me up! I want to be the first to have your babies!”
That image proved far too much, and Harry felt his balls erupt as his thumb pushed her little button in, triggering his daughter's own release as her greedy cunt milked him for every ounce of seed that it could manage.
Harry was actually able to see the outline of his cock against her crotch as it throbbed with each spurt of his seed, delivering its gooey package directly into her womb.
Victoire slacked against him, and Harry wrapped his arms around her as he scooted down until their bottoms sank into the bubbling water.
“I think we both know who won, Jamie.” Victoire mocked her sister, who was coming down from her own orgasm induced by her grandmother.
“Who said we were done?”
…
“I'm going up there right after!”
“You'll be doing no such zing, Victoire. Once your father and sister come down, we are leaving. Zis places is about to close.”
The four veela were standing by the exit of the drop slide. The sun was setting, and all around them, people were collecting their things and making for the exit.
Victoire was talking a good game, but the girl was absolutely spent. She'd taken more of her father's seed than she could ever remember taking in such a short amount of time, and it showed. Her stomach was bloated, complete with a sloshing sound following every step she took. She was sore beyond measure, she was dead on her feet, and there was absolutely no more room in her pussy or womb for even a drop of her father's seed.
“Here they come.” Gabby said as they heard the sound of the rapidly approaching duo.
“Woooo!”
Harry and Jamie spilled out of the mouth of the slide, and Harry looked properly thrilled by the ride.
Jamie, who was attached to his front with his cock buried in her pussy and was leaking a fresh batch of cum, looked to be barely hanging on to consciousness.
Later on, while both girls were passed out from exhaustion, their mothers would debate over who had actually won. Gabrielle said that Jamie's stomach looked the most bloated, while Fleur argued that Victoire had outlasted her sister and only passed out when they got home.
Harry, as always, was stuck in the middle.
Comments
James Trammell
Kinda curious about the other girls ages. I know victore is fourteen and Jamie is twelve by the time we got to the water park. And Theodora is a couple of years older than them. So I’m guessing she is about sixteen. So what about Lily, Rose, and Roxanne? Anyway keep up the great work!
Cerlang Mendelev
I don’t think I’d ever be able to complain about you adding an extra chapter to this series
Meruem Astro
There are girls younger?
