A Veela's life was not an easy one, although significantly easier than it once was.
Over a millenia ago, they were nearly driven to extinction after being so heavily hunted and prized as sex slaves, or just outright killed as they dealt with the false stigma of being considered demon seductresses who only sought to seduce their victims and then kill them afterward.
Such beliefs were totally false.
They could not help their Allure, nor what men might do because of them, but they had never delighted in bloodshed. It was totally against their nature, desiring love and not death.
Yet they could not help that occasionally a man would end up killing himself during some not well thought-out stunt in an attempt to impress them. It was rare but it did unfortunately happen.
Unfortunately enough people believed in the lies told about them to have many anti-Veela laws passed against them, including making it legal to kill and rape them.
For protection, they all grouped together, and finally settled in what is now modern day Bulgaria after making a pact with the magical government there and swearing fealty to them under the condition that they did not fraternize with the local populace and kept to themselves.
In exchange they were given their own private land only accessible to them, and their own autonomy.
It had proved to be a very profitable deal for them and they found that as long as they kept to themselves there were no problems.
They even decided to name the city Vkushti, the Bulgarian word for home.
It was a home not only for them, but for all Veela throughout the world and quickly all remaining and scattered Veela flocked to it.
It was quite possibly, at least to them, the most beautiful place on earth as well as well cared for and tended to.
Like where Hogwarts was built it was one of the truly great magical places on the earth, emanating its own magic.
The millenia of Veela living in it and unconsciously letting their magic out had only led to it becoming even stronger.
Due to that their magic was stronger here than anywhere else, and incredible magic had been done in it, but none more valuable to them then what was invented soon after they arrived.
It became clear rather quickly that if they were to survive as a race they would have to have the ability to produce offspring.
However, since Veela could only be female, they were reliant upon human men to be able to get them pregnant.
This presented a problem since they were still being hunted and still skeptical of being able to co-exist with humans.
A few options were suggested.
They could temporarily leave the city every so often and seduce some of the local men nearby into having sex with them in order to become pregnant, but that idea was quickly nixed since they would only be proving all the lies about them true and they had made a deal with the Bulgarian government to keep to themselves.
Another was that they could convince a few deemed trustworthy men to come back with them and assist in getting all of them pregnant.
However that idea was also eventually abandoned since again they were simply too distrustful of outsiders and it would be hard to really tell if a man was going with them with his own free will and choice if he was under their allure.
Finally one of their greatest sorceresses was able to develop a potion that would allow them to become pregnant through immaculate conception - and for a time it worked quite well, with them able to replenish and grow their population.
Yet Veela were sexual beings, they always had been. They had a need for sex beyond that of any normal human and being forced to remain virgins their entire lives was not an easy thing to get used to.
Over time, however that need was diminished as more and more Veela were born without having so much as seen a man, making it easier and easier for them to do without them.
They might well have ended up remaining like that, forever virgins who were born, grew up, and then died in the city except that around 300 years ago, a certain group of Veela decided to leave the city, figuring that now was finally the time that perhaps they might be able to live in harmony with humans.
Since there were no laws actually against anyone leaving, they were allowed to go although with some misgivings by their current queen and under the condition that they never reveal the location of the city or the many Veela secrets that they had sworn to uphold.
This was actually a relatively easy thing to do since such oaths were strong enough that they were passed down to their offspring, born with the inability to ever reveal such secrets. They would die long before they could do so.
Soon however these Veela were able to intermingle with humans, with society having improved enough and the Veela legends ancient enough for them to be able to do so.
They quickly discovered however, that their Allure - made to run rampant due to them never having had a need to keep them under control - soon made things difficult for them.
For some that was enough for them to decide to return to the city, while others learned to enjoy the attention they brought with them, and some to decide to marry and start a family.
Yet even that was fraught with risks, since often the man they ended up marrying would turn out to not truly love them once the Allure eventually wore off.
It was a tragic thing, but enough were able to find true love that it was proven that it could be done.
Such Veela naturally wanted to bring their husbands back to the city, and after a great deal of deliberation on the part of the Queen, such an appeal was granted.
When they tried to do so, however it soon proved to be not that easy.
The security measures that had been made around the city had long protected them and served them well. Any Veela who entered the protective area around the city knew instinctively the path they needed to take in order to avoid the many traps along the way, but to anyone else it would appear to be a miserable and untamed land with no discernible path.
Worse yet they would have the constant compulsion to want to leave and turn around immediately.
While this had prevented anyone getting anywhere near the city, the Veela's husbands who were being brought back soon succumbed to fear and were unable to continue, one of which actually dying after running away and subsequently activating one of the traps.
Only one of the Veela's husbands actually made the trip, proving that it could be done, but was extremely difficult.
Even though measures were taken to remove such protective enchantments, none succeeded, the secret to how they were done now lost.
It forced Veela to then make a choice. Choosing between either love or the city.
Many Veela decided to still leave the city in search of love while others elected to stay. Some who left the city and were ultimately fruitless in their search chose to come back.
A few had over the years opted to try and have the man they had fallen in love with come back to the city but even fewer succeeded.
Those women who did manage to do so received major benefits.
First it proved that their lover truly did love them unconditionally and was also incredibly brave. Beyond the romantic aspect of it however their lovers were given instant citizenship and acceptance into the city, and allowed to know the secret of their race.
When the war with Grindelwald and World War II started, the current Queen chose to send many Veela to go fight for the Magical government they had sworn to protect.
Veela were very able fighters, all of them being trained in both magical and physical combat from a very early age and were naturally skilled in both, a side effect of the years they had once had to fight for their own survival.
However during that time, one of the fighters, the Queen's youngest daughter, fell in love with a wizard, leading to them getting married and ultimately decided not to try and return to the city and instead settle in France where he was originally from.
This would have not caused any undue problems. Such a union was happily accepted by their mother and she had an older daughter that was already in line for the throne.
Many years later though, disaster struck. A plague that would be known as The Great Veela Plague swept through their midst, striking first the city and then many Veela throughout the world.
When it was all over the Queen and both her daughters were dead, leaving the throne to the former Queen's youngest daughter's oldest daughter, Apolline.
Apolline had grown up in the world at large and had never even visited the city that she suddenly found herself now queen of. She had a family, a husband, and two daughters named Fleur and Gabrielle by that time.
Yet becoming queen had its own compulsion just as strong as any the Veela had. A Queen could not forsake her duty even if she wanted to.
She however had believed that her husband was strong enough to pass the test of being able to enter the city and so decided to risk bringing him and their two daughters there.
It turned out to be a mistake. Her husband failed, nearly getting killed in the process and forcing her to make a decision. She had to take the throne and become Queen, as there was no escaping it, but she did have to decide what to do with her daughters.
Finally she and her husband decided to have them grow up with their father, although the young Queen would always wonder just when or if she would ever see her daughters again...
DUELDUELDUEL
Present Day
As Fleur knelt in front of her mother, many different emotions plagued her.
Of course she was excited at finally being able to see her mother for so long, but there was no denying that she felt abandoned to some extent.
She had wanted, no, needed a mother, but instead she had gotten a Queen who she hadn't seen since she was just a girl.
However, she still loved her in spite of everything that had happened. Really she had been a good mother to them, with plenty of fond memories that she could remember about her.
In sharp contrast however was that one day that ruined it all, the day that her mother had hugged and kissed them goodbye, possibly forever.
It had easily been the worst day of her life and left a hole deep within her heart.
Yet even while it plagued her, she had been unable to say anything to anyone about it, even acknowledging that her mother was even alive was impossible for her to admit. The Veela compulsions on here were simply too strong to break.
Here she was though, kneeling right in front of her.
Finally her mother got up to go give both of them a hug, suddenly no longer a Queen, but just their mother.
The hug felt so familiar and yet altogether different. Both of them had clearly changed.
First her mother was much more well endowed than she had been in the chest area, one of the results of being Queen, most likely.
On the other hand it was still easier to get her arms around her due to herself having grown a great deal.
After hugging her and being kissed on both cheeks, her mother went over and hugged and kissed Gabrielle.
"Welcome my daughters," Her mother said warmly as she opened her arms wide, "I've missed you."
"I missed you too mom." Gabrielle replied, now with a few tears on her face.
She couldn't blame her, she had already shed a few tears of her own because of such a touching moment.
Then it was slightly ruined by her mother's next question, bringing up the elephant in the room.
"How is your father?" Her mother hesitantly asked.
So she'd come right out with it. She wasn't sure if that was a good sign or not.
"He's fine, still misses you though." Fleur admitted.
Indeed he had, everyday in fact, even though he almost never talked about her to them.
It was more a look in his eyes, a forlorn and sad look that had been with him ever since they had had to be separated.
Some Veela would likely say that because he had not passed the test he had not truly loved his wife. Those Veela would have been wrong.
Both of her parents loved each other a great deal, only making their separation only the more hard.
Her mother was crying harder now, guilt clearly etched upon her face.
"I imagine he must think horribly of me by now." Her mother answered.
"He still loves you." Fleur relied instantly and firmly.
"Apparently just not enough." Her mother replied, only adding salt to an old wound.
Fleur decided to change the subject, and also adopt a more formalized way of speaking to her mother as she would the Queen.
"As you can see, noble Queen, we have brought a man with us to this city and he has clearly passed the test, we would like your permission to accept him as our lover."
Such an acceptance by the Queen was highly important. It allowed for the man to learn all of their secrets, have free access to the city, and accepted as a citizen of the city and get all of the rights involved with it.
While Fleur expected her mother to accept him, the situation would still be tense.
First of all Harry was both her and Gabrielle's lover, and he was still technically their master and they were still slaves. Her mother would have every right to be worried and under the laws of their people, wasn't totally clear cut.
As her mother turned to look at Harry, however, she decided to study him further and her eyes went wide before turning to look at both of them also with wide eyes.
So she'd already figured it out, Fleur thought.
"Would you care to explain to me why you are slaves to this boy?" She demanded, sounding very upset.
This could easily get bad fast if it wasn't handled properly.
When some Veela were made slaves, sometimes the Queen would command the immediate execution of their master or even their slaves if it meant a possible risk to the safety of the city.
However Fleur knew her mother wouldn't do that, especially not without an explanation and the knowledge that Harry had proven that he did indeed love them by entering the city.
Gabrielle tried to step in to prevent anything rash happening.
"Harry," She said gently to him, "I think you'd better leave for this."
"I'll decide if he gets to stay or not." Their mother warned, deciding to act as Queen, "As a courtesy however I will allow that. Giselle, would you please lead him away?"
One of the guards, who had until now been almost forgotten kneeling beside them, immediately snapped into attention and replied, "Yes, your majesty."
Harry looked hard at both of them, clearly wanting to stay with them, but Fleur gave him a pleading look, hoping that he wouldn't.
Finally he allowed Giselle to lead him away, but it was clear he would be willing to break down the walls of palace and fight his way through dozens of guards if he thought they were in danger as she knew he would.
Harry was just like that.
When he had left, their mother started in on them again.
"I can't believe you would do something like this!" She raged, "Choosing a lover for both of you and then becoming his slaves to become ineligible to become Queen. Were you really both that desperate to avoid it?"
Fleur winced.
From her mother's point of view it would be logical to assume that.
Slaves of course couldn't become Queen and with Harry clearly being in love with them it was obvious that he hadn't forced them against their will to lose their freedom, so that would be the only obvious logical explanation for why they would do it, however extreme.
Becoming Queen had of course been on both of their minds. That eventually it was quite likely one of them would be forced to become Queen, even more so for her as the older sister would be first in line unless she somehow died before her sister.
Yet she didn't want to become Queen, Queen of a city she had never visited. It was quite cliché that a girl would want to become a Princess and then Queen, but that was something that had never been her. She enjoyed dueling and traveling the world, meeting many new people and she could never have that as a queen, easily going against that of her own gender, much less her race.
However she had accepted that fate as soon as she had learned of it even though hoping that her mother would die at a very old age so that at least she would have a full life before having to do so.
Becoming Harry's slaves had changed all that. It was a totally insane way to get out of her fate, and she would have never done it normally, but she couldn't deny that she was relieved about it. When it came to her father, his decision had likely been influenced by that realization as well, having lost his own wife to the throne and was still a very sore subject.
So Fleur sighed and started to tell her mother the story from the beginning from when they had first met Harry, relying on Gabrielle frequently for help.
After she had finished, her mother sat back in her throne as she rubbed her hand against her brow in amazement as she declared, "Well that's quite a story."
"I suppose it is." Gabrielle agreed.
"Are you both happy?" Their mother asked.
"Yes, very much so." Gabrielle answered without any hesitation.
"I love Harry with all my heart." Fleur agreed.
It was quite an easy question for both of them. They couldn't have imagined being as happy as they were now, yet with still plenty more to look forward to.
They allowed their mother to think things over as she seemed to ponder a great deal while sitting in her throne before stating, "I'm going to have to think about this. It's definitely not an easy decision to make about what exactly I'm going to do, although I am grateful to see that you are both at least happy."
"What about Harry's status?" Gabrielle tentatively asked her.
"For now, I see no reason not to accept him as your lover on a temporary, can-be-rescinded basis, but also extend to him the full rights afforded to any lover that enters this city. However keep in mind that my decision may change and at the very least I wish to be able to talk to him before then." Their mother announced.
It was about as good as they could really hope for under the circumstances, but for now that was enough.
"I would imagine that he's worried sick right now." Fleur commented.
"Then I shall not keep you longer." Their mother replied, "You have my permission to tell him our people's secrets, provided he makes an oath not to reveal them. I will then allow you time to recuperate after your journey, but eventually I shall send for you again."
"We thank you, noble Queen." Fleur replied, bowing in respect.
The remaining guard hastened to get over to them and show them to presumably where Harry was.
Her mother decided to add as they left, "By the way, I'm happy that you are both here."
Both she and Gabrielle then allowed Lena, the guard to take them to the room Harry was in.
On the way however, Gabrielle whispered to her, "we didn't tell her about the you-know what!"
Gabrielle was obviously referring to the black rock, the entire reason they had even risked coming here.
She whispered back, "We'll do it later, she already has enough on her plate to deal with before worrying about that."
When they got to the room and entered however, Harry immediately launched himself at them, both literally and figuratively.
"What in Merlin's name is going on!?" He demanded loudly, worry evident on his face.
Fleur sighed. She couldn't blame him for being freaked out. He obviously had no idea about any of this and it would all seem rather new and disconcerting to him. "Why don't we sit down and talk about it?" She suggested.
He finally nodded his assent and allowed them to get further inside the room.
As she entered, she noted that the room was actually quite spacious and appeared to be a bedroom of some sort, although much much nicer than any bedroom she had ever seen. In fact the walls and floor literally sparkled with gold and- She paused and glanced into the bathroom. 'Really, solid gold?'
Shaking her head at the obvious extravagance, she went back inside the actual bedroom and sat down on the huge bed that could have easily fit a family of ten, complete with fine silk sheets and blankets.
Such a bed could certainly be something to have back at home, she realized.
Having all of the girls simply share one huge bed with Harry had at least been discussed. It sure beat each of them popping into his bedroom throughout the night wanting a little sexy time.
In that regard it would be more convenient and she at least slept better when Harry was at least close. While they were here, she and Gabrielle would have Harry all to themselves in this bed, a blessing she would not be wasting.
At any rate, she ignored such thoughts, even if she would have happily acted them out right now, admittedly extremely pleased that Harry had proven his strong love for them by being able to be here.
After they sat down on the bed, she took his hand and then explained, "I'm sure you're rather freaked out right now Harry, but it was never our intention to hurt or worry you. Fortunately we can now tell you everything."
So she and Gabrielle began with the history of the Veela, starting with the beginning and then ending with why their parents were now separated.
When they had finished, Gabrielle apologized and said, "We're sorry for not telling you Harry, but now you can see why, we literally couldn't."
He looked at both of them, having had the entire story to calm down and be more accepting of being kept in the dark.
Finally he said simply, "I understand."
It did not really convey all of his thoughts or what he was truly thinking, but it was at least a start.
"Are you still mad at us?" Gabrielle asked tentatively.
"No, there was clearly nothing you could have done, although I am grateful that I know now." Harry admitted as he let out a deep exhale, "It feels strange, but I feel like I finally know both of you."
"It's often hard to be a Veela's mate, especially when you really aren't allowed to know a lot about them." Fleur agreed, "However, I want you to know that from now on, there will be no more secrets between us."
"Definitely," Gabrielle agreed, "and feel free to ask us any questions you might have, we'd be happy to answer them."
He seemed to think about what question he wanted to ask and then asked, "So why now? Why risk bringing me here now?"
Fleur winced. As much as she was glad to be here and see her mother, she never would have came nor risked trying to bring Harry if it wasn't for an extremely good reason, and that reason still filled her with fear. A fear she did not want Harry to share in until he had to.
"I think I'd better wait on that for when we finally tell our mother about it." Fleur said as she shuddered just thinking about it, "But I can answer part of the question. Obviously there was a risk involved in bringing you here, but we both felt strongly that you would be able to handle it. At least for me I know I've never met someone as brave as you."
"Su is braver than me." He claimed.
"Su also doesn't love us as much as you do nor in of course the same way." Fleur pointed out, "It takes great courage and great love, and you have that in spades. I can honestly tell you I have never been more proud of you than I do now for proving that to me."
He couldn't resist grinning and asking, "So does that have certain benefits for you wanting to show your appreciation?"
"Absolutely!" Gabrielle replied back with an identical grin, "I've been wanting to do so ever since we got inside this room."
'Such a sex-hungry sister I have...' Fleur thought, choosing to ignore her own growing desires.
She couldn't help but wonder if perhaps such desire had gone up because of all the veela magic running rampant around where they were, having built up over a millenia.
"Just a little bit longer Gabrielle." Fleur cautioned, "I want Harry to understand the still rather tenuous situation we are in. Both me and Gabrielle are slaves, we've never been treated as slaves by you, but that fact still remains. Veela that become slaves are normally denied as citizens to the city. It's a harsh reality but as long as a Veela is technically owned, there is a security risk involved. A Veela's master may not be able to enter the city himself or find out its secrets, but he could at least command a Veela to enter and wreak potential havok, sabotaging the city or perhaps try to assassinate the Queen. It has been attempted before."
"Sometimes a Veela slave tries to enter the city, having escaped from their master and seeks asylum." Gabrielle revealed.
"Depending on the nature of the slave bond, if we can find a way to remove the bond without killing the Veela we'll try to do that, but if that is not possible then we have no choice but to reject the Veela in question and cast her out of the city. In some extreme cases such as the Veela immediately trying to carry out her master's mission, we've had to have them executed. It is not an easy but sometimes necessary sentence." Fleur continued.
Harry looked with wide eyes and commented, "I had no idea it was like that."
"There's more," Fleur admitted, "since we're your slaves, we knew that if either of us traveled to the city that our lives might become at risk, however small that chance is since I don't believe our mother would actually decide to kill us. More likely she would have been forced to kick us out and that would have jeopardized our being able to complete our mission. Fortunately though there is a loophole in place. All men who successfully enter the city are immediately granted citizenship, including you. Although we are slaves, we also have to be accepted as your lovers, essentially canceling each other out and creating quite the quandary. Chances are very good however that the only real restriction imposed on us would be that neither of us can be Queen since you have power over both of us and a man having total control over the Queen could never be allowed. That restriction however is something neither of us have a problem with."
"Why not?" He asked them, "I think either of you could make an excellent Queen."
Fleur smiled and said, "Thank you Harry, but we're happy to have that pass us by. Besides, it's not like you could stay here with us. You have all the other girls to marry and it would force you to choose between us and them."
"I suppose that would become an issue." He agreed, "So if not you, then who would become the next Queen?"
"Our cousin Roxanne," Gabrielle admitted, "you should know her from last year during the tournament."
"Of course." He answered.
"We've spoken about it with her during the last school year and she's okay with it." Fleur replied, "We actually considered having her go here instead of us, but ultimately decided against it."
"What about her mother? I mean I assumed she was dead, but since your mother is still alive, I'm really not sure what to think now." Harry admitted.
"She was also killed in the Great Veela Plague." Fleur told him sadly.
Her Aunt Gertrude had been a great woman and their family had taken her loss pretty hard at the time.
"Does that answer all of your questions Harry?" Gabrielle asked.
"For now." He admitted.
Not to be deterred any longer, Gabrielle grinned and asked, "I'm hoping that that means that you are now expecting your reward."
"How did you know?" He teased.
"Oh I have my ways..." Gabrielle replied as she was already slowly removing her shirt.
Seeing her little sister naked didn't bother Fleur at all, they had often seen each other naked, but this would be their first threesome together with Harry, something that didn't bother them either.
In fact, they had been looking forward to it.
Between the two of them, they could easily wear Harry out.
She also had nothing to fear of Gabrielle upstaging her even if she could certainly hold her own.
Gabrielle did not have anything on her, except she was more disproportionate, being significantly smaller in size causing her breasts and butt to look bigger than they actually were.
However there was still a chance that Gabrielle could end up passing her up in both departments, making her look even more ridiculously curvy, not that Gabrielle would have minded.
She was rather proud of being a small bundle of delicious curves, although probably grateful that she had at least managed to avoid the absolutely insane curves as their mother.
A normal woman would have had trouble even with support charms, but a Veela queen fortunately had superhuman skills and strength to go along with her superhuman sexuality.
She did not entirely understand such powers, just that they had been used to discover that they were slaves earlier.
However she did idly wonder what she would like if she had become Queen, with a bosom that big, making her own current huge chest look tiny in comparison.
A breast man wouldn't be able to keep their hands off her, but other than that there would really be no other additional benefits as far as she could tell other than to show off, and she could already do plenty of that.
What she had was already more than enough for anyone anyway; her mother's size, in her opinion, was just ridiculous.
She began to take her own clothes off, following Gabrielle's example even though her little sister was already nearly stripped naked, just now taking her panties off.
That girl was fast!
'Somebody's ready for it...' Fleur thought, amused.
By the time she finally got all of her clothes off, Harry and Gabrielle were already making out and moving towards the bed.
She decided to just watch them for a bit.
Admittedly it was quite a turn on to her!
While she knew she wasn't a bisexual, and definitely didn't have any such feelings for her sister, one thing she did know about herself and probably all Veela was that no matter what they loved sex, even if it involved just watching it.
It was one reason why she had never minded when Harry was with other girls, simply watching was quite enjoyable to her.
She reached down and began to finger her now wet pussy as she watched the two of them go at it, with Harry's hands now on Gabrielle's left breast and bum, and hers in his hair and on his thigh.
This fascination with sex had always afflicted Veela, but she wondered if it had grown far worse with their self imposed exile and frequent use of getting pregnant without having sex.
She would like to think that for some, they had simply gotten so used to it that their sex drive had actually gone down, but for others the exact opposite.
When some got out into the world, they were so overcome with it and the attention their beauty and Allure brought them that they didn't no how to say no, causing many to believe that Veela were easy and sex-starved.
Eventually though that drive cooled down considerably, and second generation Veela born outside of the city were not that far from any human women, the notable exception being when they had found a suitable mate and lover. Then it was definitely higher.
However no matter what, Veela always desired true love and having found it, loved to express it. Vigorously and often.
Another side effect of the lack of sex or men, was Veela who lived in the city had a higher than average rate of being homosexual, not ridiculously high but enough for it to be noticeable.
After all with all of that pent up sexual energy and nowhere for it to go, some of them had had to improvise a bit by getting together with other Veela.
That however was not issue for her as she at least had Harry to relieve herself of that even if she did have to share him.
Other Veela on the other hand chose to either relieve themselves or simply had never actually seen a man making it easier on them.
That was another issue she would have to discuss with Harry.
He was likely the first man that some of the Veela had ever seen and it could cause... problems. It was actually one reason why they tried to avert their eyes away from him when they entered the city.
After a lifetime without sex, it could potentially cause some Veela to not be able to help themselves, despite him being the mate of someone else.
In the rare instances that a man had joined the city however, sometimes their Veela mate would actually allow them to have sex with another Veela.
While she wouldn't have a problem with that herself, there was a good chance that Harry might not want to. Chances were that even if he personally was okay with it he would turn it down because he couldn't just go ask if his other girlfriends were okay with it.
Now turning her thoughts totally back to the can't-miss action, she watched as Harry massaged Gabrielle's breasts while her own hands were on his cock.
Merlin, Harry had a cock that could satisfy any pussy! No wonder Gabrielle could barely keep her hands off it, not that she could blame her. It's like it craved attention, either from a pair of hands, a pussy, a mouth, or a butthole.
The last one she had found wasn't so much for her, although she loved Harry's hands on her butt. His hands were unquestionably her second favorite body part of his, those same hands currently still massaging her breasts.
She heard Gabrielle cry out, "Ooh, Harry, ooh, I love you."
If anyone believed that all teenage boys didn't know how their way around a female's body, they obviously hadn't had sex with Harry. One time with him would have quickly proven them so insanely, incredibly wrong.
He had worked at it though, he was determined to please his girls, he would rather submit himself to torture than ruthlessly take selfish pleasure in their bodies. It was just the kind of man he was.
As she watched her sister and Harry's lovemaking, she ran her hands along the same body parts they were currently touching.
Her breasts, her two glorious twin peaks that she managed to push high enough to suck the nipple.
Being able to suck your own breasts was quite a valuable and impressive skill. It alone almost made having huge tits worth it.
The other benefits of course, easily exceeded the difference.
She slowly moaned, enjoying the sensation as she was able to easily imagine Harry doing this to her as he was currently doing so with Gabrielle, who was currently moaning to mask hers.
He was probably thinking right now, "Gosh these tits are big and beautiful. I'm so lucky I have two beautiful busty Veela to satisfy me. I can't wait to suck Fleur's."
Yeah that was he was thinking, along with "I'd better not go to crazy, I've still got another girl and I'd better not tire myself out too quick."
Finally she could resist no longer and decided to join the fun.
His lips were currently available so she selected them as she began to kiss him, which he responded to easily.
Not to be outdone, she noted out of the corner of her eye, Gabrielle had extended her mouth onto Harry's cock.
It was thoroughly entertaining to watch, watching such a small girl try to get such a big penis into her mouth.
Having never seen this, she would have thought getting him in all the way would have been impossible, but evidently her frequent teasing that Gabrielle had a big mouth was true, as she managed to somehow it get it all in.
She realized she had competition in becoming Harry's number one cocksucker.
In retaliation, she dangled her breasts just above his face, and teased him with the sight for a few seconds before lowering her left nipple onto his mouth.
He latched on, taking it in and began to suckle.
'That's right, suck me.' She thought through the pleasurable haze.
This felt great. She wondered if breastfeeding could feel like this, in which case she would definitely be orgasming while doing it.
She noticed a very intense look on Harry's face, in direct contrast to what he had just a few seconds earlier as he sucked on her tit. Evidently he was cumming, directly into her sister's eager throat.
As she looked down, Gabrielle was currently swallowing and then lapping up the rest.
"Gabrielle!" She scolded, "Save me some!"
Guiltily, her sister said, "There might still be some left on it."
Fleur went down over to the head and tried to get what she could with her tongue. Unfortunately most of the moisture on it was Gabrielle's saliva.
"This is all your saliva, you greedy girl." Fleur accused.
"Sorry." She apologized, looking shamelessly the opposite. "I guess you'll just have to get him to cum again... Actually I think there is some still on my lips if you want to lick that off me."
"I'm not going to kiss my own sister just for some cum." Fleur replied, not nearly that desperate.
"I have to admit, that would be really hot!" Harry admitted.
Fleur grinned and decided to have a little fun.
"Would you like that Harry?" She asked him seductively, "Would you like me to kiss my own sister and lick your delicious cum off of her lips?"
Of course, she wasn't going to, but it was still a turn on for him to hear that as he tried to get into the role play.
"Yes, yes!" He agreed, not realizing or not caring at the moment she was just trying to turn him on. "Make out with each other and lick my cum off of each others' lips."
Evidently he had forgotten that what he had said was a command because the next thing she knew she found herself moving towards Gabrielle as she was unable to prevent pressing her lips into hers.
Gabrielle was unable to resist just as much as her, nor did Harry remember to command them to stop.
So she was forced to deepen the kiss as her lips ran over hers as she tasted Harry's cum on it.
It tasted good, there was no denying that, but whether it was because of the kiss or the cum, she wasn't sure.
Gabrielle on the other hand was unable to prevent herself kissing her back, and now she knew whether she liked it or not, no matter what, she couldn't deny her sister was a good kisser.
Finally they heard Harry's voice command them to stop.
They both immediately broke apart now, panting and looking at each in disbelief at what they had just done.
"I am so, so sorry," He tried to apologize.
"It's um... it's all right Harry, I'm sure it was just an accident." Fleur managed to say.
"I was trying to mess around a little, I didn't mean to make you do that." Harry told them.
"It wasn't terrible, so don't worry." Gabrielle admitted as she looked over at her, "Well, you're a really good kisser."
"So are you." Fleur agreed.
There was a long pause as they tried to figure out how to reply to that before Gabrielle said, stating the obvious, "Well this is awkward."
"Yeah, you want to get back to what we were doing?" Fleur asked, "not... not that, but you know, before that?"
"Sure!" Gabrielle agreed readily, "I'll let you get bottom this time."
Fleur grinned, "Works for me."
Gabrielle went over to his head as Fleur went to his middle reached under and cupped his bum, eager to get away from feeling awkward moment.
Fortunately she had plenty to help her get over that. 'Plenty...' She thought dreamily as she took one long luxurious lick of her mate's considerable length.