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These Veela Sluts Need a Spanking (Harry Potter) Ch.1
🕑 Added 2024-07-13 20:18:17 +0000 UTCSouthern France greeted Harry Potter with warm bright sunlight and thousand scents of unfamiliar flowers.
Marcel's portkey landing zone was located on a lovely meadow, not far from the city itself. Still, the journey from London to Paris and from there to here had taken its toll. Harry was feeling jet lag and exhaustion ached deep in his bones.
It was his first trip outside of Britain. The first ever vacation. Harry had spent the entirety of his life either in England or Scotland, and after those dreary locales, the South of France appeared as a mad riot of warm colours.
Frankly, it were not for the invitation, he would have never even thought of taking his time off journey to France of all countries.
Not with his ever pressing duties as an Auror and not with his breakup with Ginny still fresh in his heart.
Harry scowled. He had tried to bury the pain deep inside, but whenever his thoughts turned to his first proper girlfriend, he could not help but relieve all the damn arguments that had poisoned and eventually destroyed their relationship.
And at the end of the day, no matter how much Harry considered the issue, he could not understand what caused it. Ginny and He seemed like such a perfect couple. And for a while during their Sixth Year at Hogwarts and for those first several afterwar years, yes, they had indeed been a perfect couple.
Harry could not help but chuckle bitterly.
“How quickly that came to an end.” He shook his head.
He shouldn’t be dwelling on this. This was precisely the reason he agreed to the sudden invitation from the unlikely host. To get away from all the problems and sources of stress waiting for him back in England.
He was in France to relax, to eat whatever locals considered good food and, if he were lucky, have a fling without fear of some rotten tabloid, or worse, Rita Skeeter, catching wind of it.
Harry took a deep breath, feeling his lungs grow full with aroma of wild flowers. Slowly, his tense muscles started to relax as Harry simply stood, soaking in the warm summer sun.
“Bonjour, ‘Arry!” Harry heard a female voice call out to him.
Turning around, Harry saw what could only be Gabrielle Delacour – Fleur’s little sister and the person who had invited Harry to spend a couple of weeks at her beach front vacation home.
“Hello, Gabrielle.” Harry smiled at the younger woman. She had certainly changed from all those years ago, when Harry had pulled her out of the Great Lake. “It’s nice to see you again. How long has it been?”
The young veela beamed at him, her smile momentarily outshining even the sun.
“Too long if you ask me.” She said as she approached him.
Yes, Gabrielle had certainly done a lot of growing since their first meeting, or even since Fleur’s interrupted wedding. She had been a small adorable child at first, then a gawky teenager. Now a young woman stood before Harry’s eyes.
Gabrielle grew up to match her elder sister’s beauty. At nineteen, she radiated youthful appeal, with her long lithe legs, perky breasts and fit ass that she, Veela magic or not, could have only acquired through diligent exercise and careful diet. Well, whatever she had done, Harry was happy to confirm the result – Gabrielle Delacour was a knockout, a perfect young temptress to make healthy virile man like Harry, feel his blood boil with passion.
Gabrielle was dressed in a simple white summer dress, whose simplicity seemed to only highlight the otherworldly beauty of Gabrielle’s nubile body.
Harry gulped and felt his cock begin to stiffen when Gabrielle darted forth and grabbed his arm, her young breasts pressing into the side of his arm.
“Aaah, well, that’s certainly true.” Harry cleared his throat. “Once again, Gabrielle, thank you for your invitation. I don’t know how to thank you.”
Gabrielle looked at him, sparks of fiendish delight danced in her eyes.
“Oh don’t worry, ‘Arry.” She said breathily, her breasts heaving. “It is my pleasure. But if you feel the need to repay me, well, I am sure we’ll find a way.”
Harry couldn’t stand the look of her azure eyes. He looked away, feeling his cheeks redden. Desperate to move this conversation along, he asked:
“Sooo shall we? Or is there something we need to do here?”
Gabrielle laughed, the sound of her voice sending sparks and shivers through Harry’s spine.
“No. No. You are right, ‘Arry. If you are ready, I will apparate us to my chateou.”
Harry took a deep breath and with an effort of will, tried his level best to push his arousal down.
It didn’t really work, but he nodded his assent anyway.
With a mischievous smile on her lips, Gabrielle squeezed Harry’s arm tighter and apparated them away, the spider whisking away its pray into its parlour.
Harry had no idea what delightful torment he was in for.
Lucky Bastard.
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Harry stomped through the corridors, his body still wet with a water from the pool. Thankfully the house was empty save for him and Her, so there was nobody around to see his desperate boner straining against the fabric of his trunks.
“She is doing this on purpose. I just know it.” Harry threw his hands in frustration. “The damn cock tease.”
The last week and a half turned out to be the most pleasant hell Harry could have imagined. The house and the long strip of white sandy beach proved to be as delightful as Gabrielle had promised when she invited Harry. Shame that fucking minx would not let Harry relax.
If it were up to her, Harry was sure, he would have been constantly hard, his ‘wand’ good and ready for some ‘spellwork’. Harry had lost count to how many times Gabrielle’s slutty attire, inappropriate comment or provocative pose almost made Harry lose all semblance of self control.
“Bet, she wouldn’t be so smug if I stopped holding myself back.” Harry muttered.
Suddenly Harry heard knocking on the door to his room. There was only person who could be responsible for this. With fear and anticipation warring in his heart, Harry opened the door.
Just as he had expected, Gabrielle Delacour was standing behind the door, only this time, she was dressed in Beaxbaton uniform that was perhaps a size or two too small for the young woman. It certainly appeared quite slutty, even if the cut itself was meant to be modest and appropriate for the schoolgirl to wear.
Short light blue skirt barely covered Gabrielle’s pert behind, leaving vast expanse of her fit thighs open to Harry’s hungry gaze. Her long legs were clad in pure white socks that seemed to imply some sort of innocence, even if the white blouse, struggling to contain Gabrielle’s admittedly modest bust, clearly said otherwise. Gabrielle had had to keep the top three buttons of her blouse open, letting Harry see far down her cleavage. A small cape draped across Gabrielle’s shoulders looked ridiculous to Harry, but then again, perhaps British robes looked like utter barbarity to the continentals.
All in all, Gabrielle looked like a party favour dressed like a slutty school girl, rather than a bright young witch.
Harry’s cock throbbed painfully in the confines of his trousers.
The moment Harry opened the door, Gabrielle pranced into the guestroom he occupied, the sudden movements making her sinfully short skirt flutter, flashing Harry and revealing to him the mouthwatering fact that she was not wearing any underwear.
“Conceal, don’t feel.” Harry reminded himself, even as Gabrielle invaded his person space, her face now so close to Harry’s, he would have need to only bend his neck a little in order to capture the young veela’s lips.
“Do you like it, ‘Arry?” Gabrielle asked as she pulled away in order to do a twirl before Harry’s eyes.
The Man-Who-Won found it very difficult to pull his eyes away.
“Why are you wearing it?” Harry asked.
Gabrielle pouted.
“Some classmates and I are thinking of making a get together. And I was thinking I would throw on this old thing for old times’ sake. So what do you think?”
Gabrielle bent in her waste, giving Harry a good eyeful down her cleavage. To better effect, she crossed her arms behind her back, even further emphasizing her young breasts.
Everything about Gabrielle right now, from her clothes to her behaviour and even her perfume had been carefully selected in order to get Harry excited. And in the end, Harry Potter was only a man, with healthy male desires.
Gabrielle had wished to inflame Harry’s passions. Well, she more than succeeded. Except she awoke not mere schoolboy’s arousal, but primal lust of Harry’s ancestors that threw their women down on the ground and roughly rutted, mated with them in order to produce the best possible offspring.
“Eeep!” Gabrielle yelped in surprise when Harry’s hand shot forward to grab her by her slender neck, which currently had a choker wrapped around it.
Harry roughly pulled Gabrielle by her neck until he reached his bed. He sat down and pulled the young veela across his lap. Gabrielle did not resist and did not protest the rough treatment.
On the contrary, the instant that little slut felt Harry’s boner, she moaned happily and wiggled her butt. In this new position, her skirt completely failed to cover her ass, leaving it bare to Harry’s eyes and vulnerable to his hand.
His palm flashed through the air before hitting Gabrielle’s shapely buttocks with a loud slap.
“Hwap!”
Gabrielle, the little tease, arched her back and moaned with delight, her pussy gushing with arousal, staining Harry’s trunks and filling the air with the scent of feminine pleasure.
“Mmmm, ‘Arry, if you wanted to play, all you had to do was ask.” She moaned.
Harry snorted.
“As if you weren’t begging for this, you little minx. With your actions if not your words.” He said and slapped Gabrielle’s ass again.
Alas, however enjoyable it was to spank Gabrielle, and however satisfying it was to leave his handprint on her perfect little ass, Harry felt his hand insufficient for the disciplinary purposes.
With one hand on Gabrielle’s blonde hair, Harry grabbed his leather belt with another.
“Are you ready, for your punishment, slut?” He asked Gabrielle.
The young veela hummed, pretending to think.
“What am I being punished for, Sir?” She asked.
“For being a nasty little cocktease!” Harry growled and slapped one of her buttocks with his belt.
Gabrielle screamed in pain and pleasure.
“I am sorry, sir. Please-”
Harry did not let that little slut finish the sentence. He started whipping her buttocks, relishing the way leather of his belt left broad red stripes on Gabrielle’s skin.
“Count them out, slut.” Harry commanded. “Let’s see if thirty will make you think next time you try to act like a whorish slut.”
His belt whistled through the air before impacting Gabrielle’s ass.
“One!” She cried out, her needy pussy gushing so much, Harry could feel it through the fabric of his trunks.
Harry whipped her again and again, colouring her ass cherry red. The top of her buttocks, the bottom, the sides and even the sides of her thighs. Harry was thorough in making sure Gabrielle learnt her lesson.
To the young veela’s credit, she soldiered on admirably, counting every slap despite all the pain and masochistic pleasure flooding her system. When Harry landed the final hit on her poor defenceless pussy, Gabrielle shuddered as the mix of agony and ecstasy overwhelmed her, pushing her over the edge and wracking her body with a slutty climax.
But while Gabrielle might have gotten her release, Harry was still raring to go. While Gabrielle was still recovering and in an afterglow of pleasure, Harry pushed her off his lap without so much as by your leave.
“Oi!” Gabrielle yelped in pain as she landed on her freshly spanked buttocks.
She opened her mouth to complain but choked on her words when she saw what Harry had in store for her.
“Hwap!”
Harry finally liberated his throbbing manhood from the confines of his trunks. The mighty shaft slapped against Gabrielle’s face, shadowing her features with its massive girth.
The young veela slut took in a deep shuddering breath, which filled her lungs with Harry’s musk. Immediately, Gabrielle grew light-headed. Not that she had been all that rational to begin with.
Reverently, she grasped Harry’s shaft with both hands, her dainty fingers looking comically small compared to Harry’s manhood.
“What would you like me to do, sir?” She asked in a faux innocent tone, which nevertheless made Harry’s cock twitch and drip fresh precum onto Gabrielle’s face.
Every now and again her tongue would dart forth to lick at the tip of Harry’s cock, tasting his delicious precum. Harry had to concentrate not to lose it here and now, painting this foxy slut white.
“Open your mouth.” Harry commanded.
With an eager grin, Gabrielle commanded.
She even lolled out her tongue for good measure.
Harry immediately shoved his cock into her mouth.
“Glurgkh!” Gabrielle choked as the sudden intrusion proved too much for her to handle.
Her cheeks bulged and saliva spilled as Gabrielle struggled to take all of Harry’s manhood.
Still, it was enough for Harry to enjoy the tight warm embrace of her mouth. Slowly but surely, he pushed her head back and forth, using her mouth and throat as his personal plaything, toys to masturbate with.
Gabrielle could choke and gurgle as Harry used her throat to lubricate his cock for what he intended next.
The longer this went on, the more Gabrielle grew to yearn for oxygen. Thankfully Harry withdrew his manhood from her mouth before the lack of air could grow dire, letting her cough and take in a fresh breath of air.
Lightheaded, Gabrielle fell on her back, breathing heavily. Her chest rose up and down, doing delightful things to her young ripe tits.
Harry would have loved to ravish them, but for now he had a more appetising target in mind.
Forcefully, he grabbed Gabrielle’s ankles and pushed her legs up and forward, until the ankles were level with her head. In one effortless move, Harry bent Gabrielle into a mating press, with his cock hovering less than an inch away from Gabrielle’s pussy, which was weeping for attention.
“Oh, yes!” Gabrielle moaned, even as she tried to push her hips back in order to impale herself. “I have dreamed of this for so many nights. Ever since that time you saved me-”
“Well, good thing that sometimes dreams come true.” Harry said, too impatient to listen to whatever fairy tail Gabrielle had concocted in her imagination.
Slowly but unstoppably, Harry pushed his cock forward, his engorged manhood parting the petals of Gabrielle’s ‘flower’, pushing her pussy to its limits. Gabrielle was wet and willing and his dick had been well lubricated with her spit and her pussy still strained to accommodate Harry’s sheer girth.
It was such a tight fit, Harry struggled to push his manhood forward. Nevertheless, it before long, Harry’s hips slammed into Gabrielle’s. The young veela slut was breathing heavily, a thin sheet of sweat covering her body.
She felt so wonderfully, delightfully full!
Gabrielle could feel all of Harry’s magnificent manhood. Every bump, every vein, they all scraped most pleasurably against the walls of her pussy. The pleasure was so great, Gavrielle felt it melting her mind, reducing her from a spunky young witch to a brazen whore, who would do anything for a taste of her master’s cock.
And then Harry started to move.
He fucked his young lover mercilessly, pistoning his manhood in and out of her cunt, delighting in the way his thrusts made the young veela arch her back and moan.
Gabrielle was well and truly helpless to do anything but get fucked by the older man. She was completely and utterly at his mercy and it turned her on so much!
Held in his grip, the only thing Gabrielle could do was squeeze her cunt muscles, hoping her kegel exercises would pay off and help her milk Harry’s balls.
They did.
With an almost bestial roar, Harry slammed his hips into Gabrielle’s, sheathing the entirety of his bitch breaker of a cock into her cunt and womb. He shot rope after rope of his hot virile cum, flooding her once pure womb with his seed.
Gabrielle collapsed on her back, her nerve ablaze with ecstasy, while her muscles felt too weak to keep her propped up. She did not know whether or not Harry would let her carry his child, but a girl could dream.
Gabrielle smiled languidly. With her mom busy and Fleur out of the way, she had enough time to convince Harry to make her his wife!
