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These Veela Sluts Need a Spanking (Harry Potter) Ch.3
🕑 Added 2024-07-19 16:01:20 +0000 UTCFleur paced in the living room of the Shell Cottage, an angry frown marring her beautiful features.
As usual, the cause of her foul mood was her own little brat of a sister – Gabrielle.
Was it really too much to ask for a sister that did not make it her goal in life to cause Fleur as much stress as possible? It seemed that way, because no matter how many years passed, Gabrielle apparently found it impossible to mature from that nasty girl that used to steal and break Fleur’s toys, only to run to daddy to complain when Fleur dished out some much needed punishment.
At least Fleur had their mother on her side.
Hopefully this little issue would be resolved by some maternal tough love too.
Fleur glanced at the envelope lying on the coffee table – the source of her concern.
After the first few times Gabrielle sent her those….letters, Fleur went to their mother, hoping she would beat some sense into Gabrielle’s blonde head.
Now, Fleur loved her little sister, she truly did. It wasn’t for nothing that organisers of the Triwizard Tournament had used Gabrielle as a hostage for the second task. When Fleur tattled to their mother about those horrid, taunting letters Gabrielle had started sending her, she did so out of sisterly concern.
So now, for Gabby’s own good, Fleur hoped the envelope contained photos of contrite Gabrielle staring tearfully at the camera, mouthing the words of apology for her inappropriate behaviour.
It would be a welcome change from those nasty photos of Gabrielle getting fucked like a complete whore by none other than Harry Potter.
Fleur swallowed, even as spots of crimson blush appeared on her cheeks and bridge of her nose. She had to admit, Harry had matured into a splendid hunk of a man. Somehow, without Fleur even noticing, Harry went from a scrawny little boy, drowning in his Hogwarts robes to a stud that made Fleur’s pussy throb with need.
It only made Gabby’s letters all the worse! That little skank knew about Fleur’s marital problems and was taunting her with the pictures of being fucked to her heart’s content by a big dicked wizard who appeared to know how to love veelas properly.
Fleur wished she could be happy for her little sister, who finally had the attention of her crush, but Gabrielle’s behaviour smothered whatever joy Fleur might have felt seeing her so happy to be fucked stupid.
So for the sake of Fleur’s pride, she hoped mother stopped Gabrielle’s debauchery.
Who knows, perhaps Fleur might be able to catch Harry on the rebound to have some naughty fun herself once the man returned to Britain. I
If Bill did not want her to cheat, he should have paid more attention to his wife and not whatever tomb Goblins wanted him to pillage next.
Her heart hammering in her chest, Fleur finally opened the envelope. Photos spilled from it and one glance at them told Fleur that her little plan had failed spectacularly.
Breath caught in Fleur’s throat when she saw that this time, Gabrielle was not the only gorgeous blonde woman being railed by a hung wizard. Apolline Delacour, her mother, was bent right next to Gabrielle getting fucked by a muscular figure, an expression of complete joy on a normally stern woman’s face.
In spite of her better judgement, Fleur’s hand trailed down her body, tracing the lines of her big breasts, her stomach that was still flat and toned in spite of two successful pregnancies until finally reaching the band of her panties.
Her fingers were dangerously close to parting her pussy lips to give her cunt some much needed attention when Fleur snapped to reality.
It seems her dry spell had left her even more desperate than she thought.
Fleur glared at Harry Potter’s cocky face. Perhaps she judged her little sister too harshly. Perhaps she wasn’t the one she should have been angry at.
Perhaps it was time for a quick little trip to France.
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It was a beautiful bright summer morning in France, and Harry was about to have breakfast when emerald flames roared in the fireplace which an instant later disgorged a dishevelled Fleur Weasley onto the dining room floor.
Now, out of all the Delacour women, Fleur was the one Harry knew best and had seen most often. So her looks weren’t a surprise to him.
However in the past, whenever they met, Ginny always made a point of being there, as if afraid Fleur would bewitch him with her veela allure. Being a good boyfriend, Harry always made sure to ignore as best he could Fleur’s beauty, so as to assuage Ginny’s jealous fears.
However now, Harry was single, ready to mingle and with newfound appreciation for the gorgeous blonde veelas. So this time Harry was looking at Fleur with completely different eyes.
Fleur was a bombshell. Despite being more than a decade older, she could have passed for Gabrielle’s twin were it not for more….developed figure. Two pregnancies had left unmistakeable and very flattering marks on Fleur’s body, leaving her with tits and ass of a grade A MILF that Harry longed to play with.
Even though the trip through the French Floo network left Fleur dishevelled, once she stood up she looked as elegant as any noble lady Harry had ever seen, in her pearl white summer dress that left her shoulders bare and revealed moutwatering amounts of cleavage, while not reaching down enough to cover all of Fleur’s luscious thighs.
It took a not inconsiderable amount of willpower for Harry not to reach out and trace the Fleur’s thighs to the treasure between them.
An instinct told Harry that he would have found it deligthfully wet and welcoming.
For now, Harry restrained himself. If Fleur was anything like her mother and sister, it wouldn’t take long for Harry to find her wrapped around his cock, the way her sister’s throat was currently wrapped around it.
“Fleur! How nice to see you!” Harry smiled as he greeted her. “Forgive if I don’t stand up.”
Fleur vanished soot from herself with a flick of her wand and cast a baleful gaze at Harry. Oh dear, who pissed in her oatmeal?
“’Arry, is it all you have to say for yourself?” Fleur spat. In her agitated state, her native accent began to creep in to her words. “After all you’ve done?”
Harry pretended to look thoughtful, even as the sounds of Gabrielle’s oral efforts grew louder.
“’What I’ve done’ eh? Can’t think of anything that could have pissed you off. Care to remind me?”
Fleur bit back a scream of frustration – an unconciously sexy gesture which made Harry’s cock jump in the warm wet embrace of Gabrielle’s mouth. Instead of screaming, Fleur threw something on the dining table.
Harry raised an eyebrow. It was a stack of photos showing some very familiar figures performing some familiar and very explicit acts.
Rifling through the photos, Harry saw himself fucking first Gabrielle, then Apolline, then both of them together.
So these are the letters Apolline mentioned that one time!
“Good photos.” Harry said, knowing it would annoy Fleur. “Some nice angles here.” Fleur looked ready to blow the gasket so Harry added with some urgency. “But you are right, I must do something about it.”
With Fleur watching on, confused, Harry reached down to grab Gabrielle by her silver blonde locks. It took some effort to force the greedy cock-gobbler off his cock, which she only released after lavishing his glans with sloppy love.
This time Fleur heard the lewd sounds coming from behind the table and with look of horrified realisation, she levitated the dining table out of the way.
Gabrielle was kneeling between Harry’s legs, nothing but a spiked dog collar on her naked body and Harry’s throbbing manhood in her hands.
“Gabrielle here is the one who was sending you these photos without my knowledge of permission. I am deeply sorry for my negligence.” Harry somehow managed to avoid sounding condescending. “Don’t worry. I will make sure to discipline the slut. I am thinking of a leather gimp suit that would prevent any stimulation to her body for a week would be a sufficient punishment for her naughtiness.”
That declaration snapped Gabrielle out of her cock drunk stupor. She cast a betrayed look at Harry and opened her mouth in order to protest, but Harry simply shoved two fingers into her mouth, immediately shutting her up. Instinctively, Gabrielle started licking and sucking Harry’s digits, unable to control her oral fixation in check.
Meanwhile, Fleur just stared spellbound at Harry’s throbbing cock, unable to move her gaze away from its intimidating girth.
“Hello, Earth to Fleur Weasleyl Can you hear me?” Harry waived his hand in the way of Fleur’s gaze.
“Ah?” That seemed to snap Fleur out of her enchanted stupor. “S-sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Harry said, amused. “As I have discovered recently, fat cocks like mine are a weakness to slutty veelas like you. You don’t need to feel ashamed for a perfectly natural reaction to my erect dick.”
Red flooded Fleur’s face and neck, the blush spreading further down and disappearing under the fabric of her summer dress.
“I am not a slut!” Fleur exclaimed, indignant.
Harry levelled a sceptic look at Fleur.
“Really now? What kind of married woman, if not a slutty one, would stare so lovingly at another man’s big fat cock? What kind of a woman would touch herself while staring at the pictures of mother and little sister getting dicked down like the naughty french sluts that they are? Admit it Fleur, you are as much of a slut for big dicks as the rest of your whorish family.”
Fleur took a deep breath, which did wonderful things to her full chest.
“Just because I saw your penis, doesn’t make me into some kind of trollop that would jump on it at the first opportunity. I am a respectable woman and a happily married wife!” She said.
Harry did not believe her.
And neither did Apolline, her mother, who had entered the dining room with a platter of french breakfast foods in her hands.
“Fleur, I taught you better than to tell such an obvious lie.” She said as she sauntered past her shell-shocked eldest daughter and the still kneeling cock drunk youngest one in order to place Harry’s breakfast on the table that had been levitated to the side.
Fleur’s mouth opened and closed, as if she were a goldfish as she stared dumbfounded at her mother. Despite the photos that clearly showed Apolline’s new whorish self, Fleur had no expected to see her mother dressed like a slutty French maid, fit more for a porn film than service in any respectable household.
“Mom!” Fleur said weakly.
“What, of daughter mine?” Apolline asked. “After your rude entrance and insolent behaviour you even dare to lie to Master to his face?” Apolline turned to Harry and bowed to him, cheekily showing off her tits that all but spilled out of her a size too small maid attire. “If I may be so bold so as to advice you, Master, I believe my eldest is need of the same discipline as my youngest.”
“What!?” Fleur exclaimed.
Harry hummed thoughtfully.
“You may be right. She was clearly enjoying the sight of my erect cock in a way no married woman should. I would be a poor friend to Bill if I did not discipline his wife.” Harry said, hypocritically omitting his carnal intentions.
Frankly, after his breakup with Ginny and all the headache that caused, Harry was feeling a little sick of most of the Weasley. Specifically those that weren’t named Ron or who weren’t Weasley’s by marriage. So Harry did not feel particularly guilty to cuck Bill Weasley, who was neither.
He glanced at Apolline.
“Don’t think you are off the hook either. You knew about these photos and failed to inform me. You will be punished too, though later.”
Apolline did not even bother to hide the shiver of excitement that surged through her body.
“As you wish, my Master.” She said with a bow.
Fleur opened her mouth, but words stuck in her throat and came out as a moan of arousal instead as Harry unleashed his aura on her.
No more protests came from her.
With a wave of his wand, Harry conjured a sex swing around Fleur and hung her in the middle of the room. Fleur struggled a bit as she suddenly found her movements severely restricted, with ropes digging in strangely pleasurably into her flesh, while belts spread her legs, leaving her dripping cunt and defenceless anus exposed to Harry’s hungry gaze.
Being a good helpful maid, Apolline anticipated her Master’s desire and had a cat-o-nine tails ready in hand. Harry grabbed it and immediately got to tenderising Fleur’s pale body.
Unlike her mother and sister, Fleur had spent most of her recent years in England, beneath its weak sun and thus lacked the light golden tan that the rest of her family had. So each time Harry struck, the red marks he left stood in stark contrast to her pale skin, making it all the more delightful to make the cheating slut scream.
Fleur lost all control of her allure. And though it was too weak to overwhelm Harry’s willpower, it served as an excellent transmitter of Fleur’s true feelings. Unlike her mother and sister, Fleur wasn’t a painslut. She derived no masochistic pleasure from being whipped like an unruly whore.
And yet she was growing more and more aroused as her feminine juices kept dripping onto the dining room floor.
Harry quickly solved that little paradox.
Fleur might not have enjoyed pain, but she definitely got off on the humiliation. To be whipped and spanked like a naughty little girl by the same man she had one derided as a ‘little boy’ while feeling her mother’s and sister’s heated gazes on her bare skin….
Everything about this situation got Fleur going like nothing else. She writhed and moan in her bonds, unable to do anything but twist her body trying to entice Harry to stop with the foreplay finally fuck her hard.
Still, there was one last step before Harry was finally going to make Fleur his.
Harry stopped whipping Fleur and took a moment to admire the results of his hard work. Crimson lines criss-crossed Fleur’s back, thighs and buttocks, while between her legs, Fleur’s needy pussy kept weeping for attention.
Harry dipped two fingers into Fleur’s wet cunt, making the silly slut moan and try to push her hips back to impale her twat on his digits. With her eyes covered by the blindfold, only her nose alerted Fleur when Harry brought the wetted fingers to Fleur’s lips.
“Seems you are even naughtier than I thought, Fleur.” Harry said and pushed his digits past Fleur’s lips, making her taste her arousal. “What kind of slut enjoys her punishment?” The question was rhetorical and both of them knew it. “Last chance to stay as a faithful wife, Fleur. Say the word and I will free you and let you leave unmolested.” He said. “Or you can stay and I’ll fuck you the way Bill had clearly failed to do.”
Harry did not doubt Fleur’s answer for a second and she did not make him wait for it.
“Please, Harry. Fuck me! Fuck me, like the dirty cheating whore I am!” Tears of frustration streamed from beneath the blindfold. “It’s been so long since Bill made love to me!” Her voice suddenly turned mocking and full of scorn. “Not that he can fuck me the way you can, Harry. His is a pencil stub compared to your cock!”
Harry grinned and willed the ropes to lower Fleur until she was level with his throbbing cock. He saw Fleur’s nostrils widen as his masculine musk and the smell of his manhood filled her lungs. Her tongue darted forth to lick the tip of his dick, tasting a bead of precum that had welled up there.
“Your pussy is plenty wet, but with how large I am you probably want to add some lubrication to my cock before I fuck you.” Harry said as he pushed his cock against Fleur’s lips. “Wouldn’t want to tear your pussy apart now, would we?”
Fleur moaned and quickly opened her mouth. Impatiently, Harry thrust his cock forward, sheathing almost a third of it into the wet warm embrace of Fleur’s mouth.
The blonde woman’s cheeks bulged as Harry’s cock proved too much for her mouth. Desperate to please him, Fleur sucked and licked, her tongue writhing actively under Harry’s dick, tracing every vein while Harry pushed his hips ever forward, sinking more and more of his cock into Fleur’s mouth.
Soon Harry reached her throat immediately making Fleur choke and gag. Drool dripped down her chin and onto the floor while tears continued to stream down Fleur’s cheeks.
Harry forced his cock down Fleur’s throat, sheathing all of his penis inside of her tight oral embrace. He watched, amused, as Fleur’s throat bulged struggling to contain his girth.
Finally the pleasure, the pleasure and the sheer triumph of finally fucking Fleur proved too much for Harry. He came, flooding Fleur’s stomach with his cum. He shot rope after rope of semen even as he withdrew his penis out of her mouth, leaving a healthy helping of his seed on her tongue.
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Fleur was torn. On one hand, she had enjoyed serving as an onahole for Harry immensely and his cum tasted delicious on her tongue.
But he hadn’t fucked her!
She had hoped Harry would take her cunt and pound it into oblivion, but now Fleur would have to wait for another da-
A wonferful fact made itself known to Fleur.
Harry’s cock was still hard!
He plopped it on her blindfold-covered face, letting her feel its reassuring stiffness and warmth. It was so large and throbbed so powerfully, Fleur could feel Harry’s heartbeat through it!
“Master!” Fleur begged. “Fuck your naughty slut! Fucking destroy her unfaithful cunt and reshape her pussy and womb to serve you and only you!” She moaned as she writhed in her bonds.
For all of his incredible willpower, this was not an offer Master could resist.
He turned Fleur around, positioning his cock right in behind Fleur’s dripping cunt, the tip of his dick touching her pussy lips. Then without so much as by your leave, Harry thrust his cock, immediately impaling Fleur’s cunt and womb.
Harry’s first thrust was a revelation to Fleur. She had always thought her and Bill’s sex during their courting was pleasurable and fun. One thrust of Harry’s cock was all it took to obliterate those memories and replace them with his manhood pushing Fleur’s womanhood to its limits.
Fleur had never felt so full. In one fell swoop, Harry turned her pussy and womb into sex toy to pleasure himself with. Fleur was helpless to do anything but hang there letting her Master do whatever he wished to her willing helpless body.
Then Harry grabbed her thighs and began fucking her in earnest. Fleur’s entire existence became one big unending orgasm as her Master’s each thrust set Fleur’s body ablaze with ecstasy of carnal delight.
Fleur was so out of it, she did not notice her mother’s approach until Apolline cupped her face with her gloved hands and removed the blindfold. Fleur found it in herself to look up into her mother’s amused eyes.
“Yes, that’s a good look for you.” Apolline murmured as she caressed Fleur’s cheek. “Oh I hope Master finds you worthy of putting a daughter into your belly.” Fleur’s mother caressed her cheek before angling Fleur’s head to make her look at Apolline’s belly. “You are going to have another sister!”
The revelation pushed Fleur over the edge and into her most powerful climax yet. She arched her back and screamed:
“Buh-breh-breed me, Master, please! I, ah, beg yoooooh!” Fleur’s last word turned into a moan of pleasure as Harry shoved his thumb past her anal ring, making her sphincter clench around it.
“Making Bill bust his back caring for my kid? Now that’s a thought.” Harry said, fire in his veins making the suggestion sound palatable to him.
He pushed his cock deep into Fleur’s womb, making her belly bulge as if she was already pregnant. The two lovers came simultaneously, Fleur’s cunt clenching and spasming around Harry’s cock, while he packed her womb full of his semen.
Somehow along the way, Gabrielle had crawled between Harry’s legs and was now licking his cum which was slowly dripping from Fleur’s overflowing cunt.
Harry took a deep breath, feeling his muscles burn pleasantly from the exertion. This was not how he had expected his vacation to go, but damn if it wasn’t better than anything he had imagined.
Shame it was coming to an end.
However, something told Harry that the completion of his collection of silver haired veela sluts was waiting for him back in England and Harry could not wait to get his hands on her.
