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These Veela Sluts Need a Spanking (Harry Potter) Ch.4
🕑 Added 2024-07-19 16:03:18 +0000 UTCThe summer had come and gone and now early Autumn reigned outside or Victoire Weasley’s window.
It was so strange. It was September already and yet Victoire was still in her family’s cottage rather than Hogwarts. Well, this was what happened when one left ones childhood and entered adulthood.
Victoire was an adult now, her Hogwarts years already behind her. It was useless to dwell on her school years. She might have graduated but it had not been long enough for her to turn into a reminiscing spinster.
Still, lying in her bed yet unable and unwilling to fall asleep, Victoire could not help it if her mind turned to strange directions!
Victoire sighed, feeling her chest rising and falling, her stiff nipples scraping against the fabric of her blanket.
The young veela cupped her modest breasts. They were handful and they were perky and yet they were nothing like her mom’s or her aunt’s to say nothing of her grandmother’s, which even at Apolline’s age barely sagged, as if gravity was merely a suggestion to her massive tits.
Still, despite the relatively small size of her tits, there was no mistaking Victoire Weasley for a girl. She was all woman, even if a young one. Her modest chest transitioned to a flat belly with pierced bellybutton.
Victoire’s hands travelled further down, to her tight untouched pussy. Boys definitely interested her, despite some ‘experiments’ Victoire had done with her girlfriends, but there was only one man Victoire wished to deflower her. Until he took notice of her, The only thing to penetrate Victoire’s pussy would be her fingers.
Despite its relatively small size Victoire had it on good authority that her buttocks were considered pert and spankable. You could definitely bounce a galleon off of her ass, Victoire had checked.
Her legs were shapely and went for seemingly forever, while her dainty feet attracted more than a few weirdos whenever Victoire went out in footwear that showed off her feet.
Yes, Victoire was by no means a child.
She was a jailbait of a slut who longed for her daddy to take her in hand.
Victoire blushed from the thought.
She could not help it! Ever since she learned about her family’s secret, Victoire had been unable to keep her imagination in check. Her mind was assaulted by images of one Harry Potter fucking her female family members, reducing them from proud independent witches to his worshipful veela pets.
It had all started when Victoire returned home earlier one day, never even dreaming of catching her mom cheating on her dad with none other with uncle Harry. Technically, Harry wasn’t her uncle, but as a close friend of the family Victoire had grown used to calling him uncle.
Suddenly a muffled noise from downstairs snaps Victoire from her thoughts and recollection. She knew what she was going to find. There was a reason she waited so patiently, resisting the urge to go to sleep.
Victoire could not keep a grin off her face.
Slowly, careful to make no noise, Victoire crept downstairs to the living room from where the undeniably lewd sounds were coming from. The lovers were really shameless, weren’t they? Victoire guessed they felt no pressing need to worry about being discovered. As far as her cheating slut of a mother and her stud of an ‘uncle’ were concerned, Victoire was fast asleep, her little brother was in Hogwarts while her father, Bill Weasley, was in Egypt on another expedition.
And to think once upon a time Victoire used to look up to the man…..
Wary of being spotted, Victoire looked around the corner into the living room. Just as she had suspected, there Harry was, standing proudly with his unreasonably massive manhood casting its shadow over some naughty veela sluts.
This time it was Victoire’s aunt Gabrielle who helped Fleur please their master. The two sluts were pleasuring uncle Harry, lust and desperate need to please him fueling their fervent actions.
Fleur was deepthroating Harry’s cock, swallowing it whole, from the tip and the glans to the base of the cock, where her lips formed a tight seal, leaving a pale blue ring of her lipstic where her lips kissed Harry’s crotch.
Victoire watched, fascinated by the way her mother’s throat bulged from so much fat cock being crammed into too tight a space.
Aunt Gabrielle, meanwhile, had her hands full with Harry’s buttocks, which Gabrielle kept spread apart. At first Victoire couldn’t understand what was going on. Then realisation hit her.
“What a filthy whore.” Victoire couldn’t help but think as she watched Gabrielle eat Harry’s ass, practically worshipping it with her tongue and lips.
Still, there was no denying the butterflies in Victoire’s stomach. She knew deep down that if uncle Harry demanded this of her, she would obey without protest.
Victoire licked her lips and started moving her hands. One of them went to her perky breasts, playing with them, squeezing and caressing them, pinching the nipples. While the other moved further down, to Victoire’s flower which was growing wetter by the second as she continued to breathe in the thick atmosphere of carnal debauchery going on inside of the living room of the Shell Cottage.
Victoire gasped softly as pleasure lanced through her body and up her spine before spreading as a warm wave of ecstasy through the rest of her body.
Victoire tried to be completely silent in her voyeuristic endeavours, even biting her index finger to stifle her moans as she fingered her pussy. However it seemed she hadn’t been careful enough.
“Hello, Victoire.” Uncle Harry called out, his emerald green eyes staring right into Victoire’s blue ones.
“Eeep!”
Victoire yelped and backed behind the corner, but it was too late. She had been spotted.
Her face burning with lust and embarrassment, Victoire slowly, on leaden legs, stepped into the living room.
The reactions of her family members were instantaneous. Her mother choked again on Harry’s cock and tried futilely to cover her tits and cunt with her hands, managing to only look ridiculous in the attempt.
Gabrielle, meanwhile, emerged from between Harry’s butt cheeks and scowled at Victoire. She clearly was not happy to have yet another veela to share Harry’s attentions with.
Well too bad for her.
“What are you doing here?” Fleur demanded once her mouth was free of Harry’s cock.
Uncle Harry snorted but nevertheless seconded her question.
“Yes, why are you here, darling?”
A shiver ran down Victoire’s spine at the sound of Harry calling ‘darling’. She was feeling tongue-tied, but somehow Victoire found it in herself to answer the question.
“I, ah, I have been a naughty girl. Please, punish me, daddy!” Victoire got out, before an atomic blush flooded her body.
Victoire looked everywhere but Uncle Harry’s eyes as she waited for the answer. Her heart raced madly in her chest, and with each second of silence Victoire grew more and more uncertain.
The last word had been the most difficult to say out loud. Victoire was ashamed to admit, but she had something of a daddy kink. She wasn’t sure what caused this deviance in her, whether it was her absentee father, or Harry’s strong presence in her life during her teenage years, but nevertheless in her deepest, most debauched fantasies, Victoire pictured herself as Harry’s daughter.
And if she was being naughty, than who other than her ‘daddy’ was responsible for her punishment?
Finally, Harry answered.
“Come here.” He commanded as he conjured an armchair to lounge on.
He meaningfully patted his lap.
Blushing profusely and forcefully ignoring the gazes of her mother and aunt, Victoire crossed the room and sat on Harry’s lap.
Now, Victoire was a tall young woman. A fact that caused more than a few of her prospective boyfriends a pause for thought. And yet Harry towered over her.
Victoire’s heart beat so fast, she was afraid it would jump out of her chest. Harry was just so massive! Even sitting, he loomed over her, his presence surrounding her, dominating her own pitiful aura.
This close to his naked, sweaty body, Victoire could breathe nothing but his musk. It filled her lungs and emptied her head. Where once was a strong intelligent, if horny, young woman, now nothing but a young slut gagging for his cock remained.
Victoire would not have it any other way.
Harry’s large palm cupped one of Victoire’s buttocks and brought her closer to him. Victoire had to place one of her hands on Harry’s chest for balance. She could feel his strong sure heartbeat.
“I understand you want to be fucked by me.” Harry said, sounding warm and paternal despite his dirty words. “You don’t need to pretend to be the same kind of nasty slut like your mother and aunt. Both of them did something bad and now they are paying penance for it. You, on the other hand, had been nothing but a good girl.”
Victoire’s pussy clenched from being called ‘good girl’. She licked her lips.
“Then, may I kiss you?” She asked, hopeful.
Harry looked down into Victoire’s eyes. In this moment they were so large and full of innocence and hope that Harry almost felt dirty because of what he was about to do.
Almost.
“You can.” He breathed out, angling his head to bring his lips closer to hers.
Their lips touched and Harry could no longer hold himself back. He devoured Victoire’s lips, stealing her breath and dominating her tongue. It wasn’t long before Fleur’s lost the battle for dominance. Now she could only moan and roam with her hands over his pecks and abs, while his own hands squeezed her pert buttocks, his fingers sinking into her firm yet pliable flesh.
This made Victoire moan into his mouth. Harry could practically feel arousal radiating off of this young beauty.
Eventually the lack of oxygen made itself known and the two lovers had to separate. Still their heads remained close to each other, while a strand of saliva connected their lips.
Victoire could feel her Daddy’s cock throbbing beneath her. It seemed as if one right move, one shift of her weight on his lap and his slutmaker of a cock would penetrate deep inside of her virginal pussy, finally turning her into a woman.
Despite her arousal, Victoire could not help the nervousness she felt. She looked into her Daddy’s emerald eyes.
“It’s my first time.” She whispered, as if embarassed to admit her inexperience.
Daddy’s cock twitched and Victoire knew that this knowledge excited him.
“Don’t worry, darling. I will be slow and gentle.” He said reassuringly. “At first.”
Victoire’s eyes widened, but before she could do anything, Harry stood up from his seat, his hands on Victoire’s buttocks supporting her weight. To keep her balance Victoire had to cross her ankles behind Harry’s back.
Before she could say or do anything, Harry began slowly but surely lower her on his cock and then Victoire could do nothing but yelp and moan as for the first time ever something much, much thicker than her fingers was penetrating her pussy.
It was a slow going process. In spite of how well Fleur’s saliva lubricated Harry’s cock and how dripping wet Victoire’s pussy was, her cunt was simply too tight for anything but a glacial pace for her deflowering.
Nevertheless, it might have been glacially slow, but it was also as inevitable as a glacier. Victoire knew without a shadow of doubt that before long she would find herself thoroughly impaled on Harry’s cock, well and truly fucked.
Dimly, she was aware of her mom and aunt crawling on the floor back to their positions between Harry’s legs. This time it was Gabrielle who was orally pleasuring Harry’s balls, while Fleur buried her face between her buttocks.
But it was all happening on the periphery of Victoire’s consciousness. Most of her mind was occupied by the same thing occupying her cunt – her Daddy’s big fat cock!
It was too much, Victoire felt as if she was losing her mind!
“Daddy!” She moaned as Harry sheathed all of his cock in her no longer virginal pussy.
She could its incredible girth pushing her cunt to its limits and then well past them, making her very aware of every vein and every bump on his cock and the delicious friction they produced when Harry moved her up and down his penis.
Daddy gave her a moment to get used to the sheer size of his manhood in her poor little pussy, before he started moving her. Up and down, Harry was using her as if she was nothing more than a sex toy, an onahole whose sole purpose in existence was to be used by men to jerk off.
This was what Harry was doing. He wasn’t making love to her, her wasn’t having sex with her. He wasn’t even fucking her.
Daddy was using her to jerk off!
That thought sent a wave of humiliation and pleasure coursing through Victoire’s body.
Again and again she climaxed as Harry’s kept slamming her poor defenceless womb into his cockhead, thoroughly impaling her on his cock.
Victoire could only cling to her mature lover, feeling her rational mind dribble out of her head with each orgasm.
Only the thought of Harry’s own orgasm kept Victoire clinging to conciousness. She was not going to be the kind of failure of a woman that lost her mind before managing to milk at least one orgasm from her man’s balls!
She clenched her cunt muscles, squeezing them around Harry’s prick, trying desperately to milk it for his cum.
Thankfully she didn’t have to wait too long as some of the work had already been done by her mother’s throat.
Harry came, his cum erupting like a carnal fountain of semen in Victoire’s womb, flooding it, filling it with delicious warmth. It got so full, that it began to dribble out of her pussy down to where her aunt and mother started fighting for it.
Fucked stupid, Victoire at first didn’t even notice when Harry had cast a spell on her. Only a slight stinging sensation in her uterus gave it away that Harry had cast an anti-pregnancy spell on her.
Victoire looked at her Daddy and pouted.
“Don’t look at me like that.” Harry told her sternly, making her clench around his prick. “You are too young to be a mother.”
Victoire opened her mouth to protest, but Harry beat her to the punch.
“Perhaps next summer. When we go on Vacation in France.” He suggested.
Victoire grinned. She could not wait.
