Harry spent some extra time giving Molly's clenching cunt the long, hard pounding it deserved. Her clamping walls welcomed him home with a gentle hug, trying to convey just how much her pussy had missed his girthy cock. He laid her out on one of the club's backless couches so he could pound her pussy hard whilst suckling some of that milk from her massive, bouncing breasts to taste himself.
He left her there, spread-eagle with cum leaking from her twat, and her similarly well-fucked daughter passed out drooling in the warm valley of her giant boobs.
Harry wasn't done with her yet but decided to give her a little break. He planned to throw Molly over his shoulder and sneak the MILF into the castle, so Ginny could sleep soundly, snoozing between her mother's titties all night long.
In the meantime... There was someone else he saw lurking in the club this evening.
Harry found another familiar face acting surprisingly sociable with some of the Gryffindor girls.
In the VIP section, a strict dress code was enforced. If you were a Hogwarts student, you were only allowed sexy, lacey lingerie, fake parodies of Hogwarts skirts that were so short they didn't cover anything and a custom House Tie that was shortened to stop just as it dipped into their pushed-up cleavage.
Obviously, in their prudish 'Wizarding' society, it wasn't easy to get ahold of these kinds of slutty getups... Thankfully he had an entire squad of slutty, knocked-up Bulgarian Veela with some active imaginations and impressively intricate Transfiguration. The sheer amount of varied slutwear these girls could Transfigure made him wonder how much practice they had.
It was a shame those naughty outfits couldn't last forever.
They had to make do with some temporary Transfiguration until Harry could find some source of slutty getups for the girls. He already sent Narcissa and Apolline on the job. (Apolline, as a woman without many current responsibilities, was sent to raid muggle lingerie shops in the meantime while looking into getting them a magical seamstress)
Because of the dress code, the Gryffindor girls were easy to identify. Their pleated skirts were crimson and gold, with a matching tie dipping down between their heavy breasts in red or black lace bras.
What surprised him to see was the girl dressed in slutty dark green, with a green and silver tie dripping into her snowy white cleavage. She was leaning back in a plush chair, cradling one of the most apparent swollen tummies out of all the pregnant Hogwarts girls at the club, other than Ginny and Hermione, of course!
It was the surprisingly happy smiling face of Pansy Parkinson. The Slytherin bitch, turned cock-drooling slut from just one hard fuck on the train at the beginning of the year. Now she was about ten weeks pregnant, showing off the round baby bump she was developing to the baby-crazy Gryffindor girls, who'd just recently confirmed their own pregnancies with Madam Pomfrey.
Harry walked over to them with a cocky smirk.
"Hey Pansy…" Harry casually strolled up beside her chair and slapped his hard, slick cock against her face.
"Mmm..!" She quivered in excitement, her face flushing quickly with lust. She licked her lips hungrily and puckered their full, painted-green softness to lean over and give his cockhead a wet smooch, "Harry..!"
He stroked her black hair as she started eagerly sucking and slurping on his cock. After he'd broken her bitchy act by cock-shocking her on the train, Harry had pulled Pansy aside for quick fucks in broom closets or abandoned classrooms almost every time they bumped shoulders in the hall.
"Glad you got my invite," Harry said, looking down at her dark, shadowed eyes as she stretched her Slytherin Green lips around the massive girth of his cock.
"Gllllck..! Gllllck..! Glllluurrrrckk.!" Pansy couldn't reply with his dick plunging deep into her throat, but fluttered her eyelashes at him like an eager slut.
Harry slid his fingers through Pansy's smooth, pretty black hair. Her short little bobcut was cute. It was just the perfect look for him to bunch his hair up in his fist and shove his cock deeper into her mouth.
"GLLLLLCK💕!"
She gagged noisily, drooling on his cock with a slutty, happy look on her face.
Harry grinned and looked at the other girls.
Today, Fay Dunbar, Katie Bell, and Lavender Brown were all gathered together around a sitting table stocked with four glasses and an opened bottle of wine. As soon as he started fucking Pansy's eager throat, they opened their legs with horny looks on their faces.
"Sorry to interrupt, ladies… Just wanted to have a quick chat with Pansy here, when that lovely green lipstick caught my fancy…" He looked down at her as he drove his hips forward deep into her stretching throat, "Did you wear that just for me?"
"Gllllck~! Glllllllck~! Gllllllck~! Sllllrrrrrpp~!"
Pansy's eyes fluttered as spittle flew from her stretched-tight lips.
"Heheh, good girl~" Harry said as he suddenly jerked his cock from her mouth. She slurped noisily as it popped free from her wet, drooling mouth. Pansy gasped, looking up at him with her drooling pink tongue hanging out.
"Get down on the floor. Squat in front of me, and let me see that slutty body of yours."
Pansy, his obedient Slytherin Slut, obeyed with a meek, "Yes, Harry..."
The petite young woman had no shame squatting down and spreading her legs wide, arching her back to show off her big boobies. She pinched the edge of her dark green skirt, lifting it up to show him the slutty Slytherin thong wedged into her drooling pussy lips.
Harry chuckled, still holding a fist full of her hair as he looked around. The other three Gryffindor girls were watching this with horny expressions, some even burying their fingers down their own skirts.
"Pansy was happy to show off her belly... did she show you girls the rest of her body too?"
"Nngh..!" Pansy moaned with excitement.
Lavender grinned, licking her juices off her fingers, "Mm? What else is there to show, Harry?"
Harry looked down at Pansy. The black-haired Slytherin grinned as she peeled off her slutty mockery of a Slytherin blazer and tossed away her little green micro-bikini beneath. She jerked her slutty little skirt down to the floor, moaning.
The girls, Lavender, Fay, and Katie, looked down at her with curious, excited gazes. They leaned forward to get a better view.
The first thing they saw was 'Slytherin Slut' drawn in sloppy handwriting just above the crack of her ass. It was a tramp stamp that Ginny had given her way back on the Train nearly three months ago. Harry was happy to see it hadn't yet faded. Similarly, they saw 'Spank me, Harry' on one of her pale asscheeks.
"O-oh wow..." Katie gasped, squeezing her thighs together.
"That's so hot💞" Lavender bit her lip with an erotic smile. She had a gleam in her eye. He couldn't tell if she was eager to get one herself... or get her hands on the marker so she could leave her own mark on Pansy's body.
"Might as well show them the rest." Harry said as Pansy turned around.
Below her growing belly, just before her pussy, they saw Harry's own handwriting, 'Gryffindor Goods' and one final marking in Hermione's that said 'Property of Harry Potter' on her inner thigh.
"Nngh..!" Pansy moaned, "I-it was so hard to hide these things... S-Slytherin girls have communal showers you know..?" She whined, her legs still spread and her naked titties puffed out.
Harry softly stroked her black hair, "I know... I'm happy you've done such a good job... But if they ever DO get discovered... Let me know immediately, okay? I'll fix the problem."
Pansy shivered with excitement. In her own perverse fantasy, she pictured Harry Potter stomping into the Slytherin dorm to grab whatever bitch commented on these marks. He'd throw them down, fuck them stupid, and cover their body in even more shameful writing to shut them up for good.
Pansy's pussy drooled a clear line of her excitement onto the carpet beneath her.
Harry's hand slid down to Pansy's upper back. Now that she was facing away from him, he peered down below, eyeing the thick, round cheeks of her pale booty sticking out behind her.
He grinned, "Hmm... What's that I see back there, Pansy?"
Pansy let out a little giggle, shaking her bubble butt. Then she moaned, leaning forward a bit to stick her booty out further. She grabbed her white cheeks and spread them.
Harry saw a little silver circle between her thick cheeks. He grinned lustfully, "I see you brought my little present with you... Were you hoping I'd catch you with that little plug in your ass tonight, Pansy? That I'd bend you over that chair and bugger your tight little ass?"
"Nngh..! Y-yes 💞~!" Pansy gasped in excitement, not even hiding it, "S-spank me too, please💞~! Y-you've slapped my ass so much in the halls..! N-now I can't help but anticipate it..! S-spank my ass red💞!"
Harry grinned at how naughty this little 'Slytherin Slut' had turned out. She might even like getting her booty smacked even more than Ginny. But to be fair, it was Ginny's fault for writing 'Spank me, Harry' on Pansy's pure-white butt. That round, shapely white bottom begged Harry to add a little color.
He grabbed her hair and jerked her head back up, to her delight. He slapped his cock against her face, "...Finish what you started first, slut. Then I'll think about it..."
"Y-yes💞~!" Pansy stuck out her wet tongue eagerly, looking up at him with slutty eyes, "Glllllrck~!"
"Gllllck..! Gllllck..! Gllurck~! Gllurck~! Gllurck~!"
Harry fucked her throat mercilessly while Pansy's three little Gryffindor friends watched with red faces. Her painted green lips stretched wide around his cock as he forced her head back and forth violently, plunging his girthy member so deep down her throat that the girls could watch her throat bulge again and again.
Pansy wore a look of whorish delight, even as tears slid down her cheeks, ruining the thick dark makeup around her eyes. With how much of a mess her face became, Harry wondered if she put on extra, just for his pleasure.
Soon her tight little throat was enough for him to shove her face deep against his groin while he pumped massive shots of hot cum into her belly. He drew his hips back, shooting thick, full ropes of spunk into her mouth until she was choking on it, and it spurted from her sealed lips. Then he plastered her face and tits with the rest of it.
Pansy let him shower her face with eagerness, her cheeks puffed up with semen.
Maybe it was because of how hard he took her the first time, or perhaps she was just a real bottom bitch at heart... but Pansy had turned into a submissive little masochist.
...
As much fun as it was to fuck her throat, Harry held off on buggering her silly. There was actually a reason for him sniffing out the only girl he'd taken from Slytherin.
Harry hadn't had many reservations about grabbing random girls around the castle. There were a few Hufflepuffs and even Ravenclaws he'd pulled into broom cupboards before he even knew their names, just for the fun of it... But not Slytherin.
It wasn't as if he was avoiding them necessarily, but they did seem somewhat unapproachable. For one, they always walked around the castle in groups. He couldn't just 'pick one off' so quickly.
"I wanted to know how things are going in Slytherin." Harry said rather seriously, "My girls in Gryffindor have each other, so there haven't been any problems… but you're the only girl in Slytherin who's showing… I wanted to make sure there haven't been any problems…"
"N-no…" Pansy softly coughed, wiping the cum from her lips as she looked up at him with a messy, smeared mascara face, "T-there's not been any trouble yet… T-to be honest, the guys in Slytherin hardly look at us anyway… Like it'd bring them shame or something to be caught checking us out…"
Pansy rolled her eyes mockingly, licking cum from her fingers. She looked up at him hungrily. She sucked her cum-covered fingers clean like a hungry whore, and starting slowly jerking his slick, hard cock with her hands, "But some of the girls have been eyeing me in the showers…"
"Mmmmm, heheh, they're starting to look like jealous bitches~ There's already rumors that some 'Gryffindor sluts' have been seen visiting Pomfrey because they've gotten knocked up... and with the way they've been looking at me, I think a few have caught on."
"Mm…" Harry groaned in pleasure under Pansy's soft hands. He stroked her short black hair, "Well, I don't want to leave you all cold and alone in the Dungeons… Tell me, Pansy… any bunkmates you'd like to cuddle up with..?"
"..!" Pansy softly bit her shiny green lip, looking up at him with a smirk that looked so sexy with her cum-caked cheeks and running makeup, ''Mmm~ Planning on raiding the Slytherin Dungeons stud..?"
"Depends…" Harry growled lowly, "Any sluts worth raiding in the viper's nest?"
"Mmm, I can think of a few 💞" Pansy said eagerly. Whatever she may have had against him in the past, Pansy was now happy to sell her Housemates out if it meant getting railed hard by Harry's massive dick as a reward.
"That's good to hear. Give me a list of names... And... Lavender..?"
Harry looked up, his shining green eyes piercing her with a domineering stare.
The utterly busty Gryffindor blonde, the most adventurous and slutty of all the Gryffindor girls he'd claimed, looked up eagerly. She giggled, "Yes, Harry?"
"Since Pansy's been such a good little slut... I'm going to reward her. Come pull that silver plug out of her ass... and do it with your teeth."
Lavender's blue eyes shot open wide, her face turning red. The other two Gryfs blushed red, looking at each other like they were unsure they could obey that command... but not Lavender.
The heavy-chested blonde just eagerly smiled, dropped down to her knees, and crawled over to Pansy's cute white bubble butt.
Fay Dunbar and Katie Bell watched this, moaning and sliding their fingers through slippery pussies.
November 24th - First Task
Today was a special day. Nearing on three months in the castle marked the true beginning of the Tri-Wizard Tournament. The whole castle was abuzz with interest, but Harry's interest in the tourney was in entirely different areas.
It was bright and early, yet Harry was already up and looking for action.
Because of the day's strict schedule focused around the First Task, Harry paid an early visit to the family of blonde Veela beauties to wish his Champion good luck.
"OH! OH! OH! OH, YES~! Fuck me, 'arry~! Fuck me like I am your leetle Veela SLUT~!"
The loud shrieking voice belonged to none other than the 'pride of Beauxbatons' Fleur Delacour, the French Champion of the Tournament.
He wished the gorgeous French dame good luck in the best way possible... by buggering her tight little ass from behind.
Whap~! Whap~! Whap~! Whap~!
Harry looked down to see the fat, pristine cushion of Fleur's utterly thick backside ripple every time he slammed his hips forward. Between those two mountainous cheeks, he watched his massive, veiny prick plunge through into her tight backdoor.
Harry took great pleasure in stretching her tight, gripping sphincter, and plundering her plush, fuckable ass with his girthy prick. Her tight Veela ass squeezed his cock like a vice, even after buggering her hard as he could.
Harry reached up and grabbed Fleur's wispy blonde ponytail, jerking her head back while she squealed in dumb glee.
Whap~! Whap~! Whap~! Whap~!
"Yeees~!" Fleur cried out with her eyes rolling back, "Fuck my slutty little ass, 'arry~!" Fleur encouraged him like an eager Veela slut, crying out in joy every time his forceful thrusts slapped loudly against her reddening, rippling asscheeks.
Whap~! Whap~! Whap~! Whap~!
"Mmm, your tight little ass is just as delightful as your pretty little pussy, Fleur..." Harry commented with a rough grunt and swatted her left asscheek with a stinging slap. The slutty blonde cried out in glee again, biting her lip with a whorish moan.
Beneath the spread legs of the naked, squealing Veela, there was another slender, feminine shape. Harry saw two slender hands reaching up to hold Fleur's broad hips. He couldn't see the young woman beneath her, but he could hear wet kisses and lewd-sucking noises.
Gabrielle Delacour giggled as she brought her cute round face between her elder sister's plush, spread thighs and sucked on her juicy pink pussy. Gabrielle softly moaned as she kissed and licked at the pink folds of her sister, helping Harry make Fleur squeal. Gabrielle had shown herself to be a natural pussy licker.
As Harry grunted above her, pounding her ass hard and fast, Fleur's quivering pussy sprayed Gabrielle's face with her sweet juices. The younger Veela giggled excitedly, closing her eyes and opening her mouth hungrily.
Fleur's eyes fluttered with ecstasy, her voice rising shrilly as she came hard from the pleasure of the double-teaming.
"Mmm... What a beautiful look on your face, my flower..." The mother of the two gorgeous Veela, Apolline, stroked her daughter's cheek as she watched Fleur shake through her climax.
Apolline, the heavy-chested Veela MILF, brought her milky white boobs to cradle her eldest daughter's face in the warmth of her expansive bosom. Apolline, unlike her two daughters, still wore a soft silk robe. She was in the middle of getting dressed when she heard her lovely daughter's voice squealing with ecstasy and couldn't miss the opportunity.
Her beautiful, angelic features looked up to meet Harry's. The muscular, naked man clenched her daughter's ponytail tight, jerking her backward violently every time he slammed his hips forward.
Whap~! Whap~! Whap~! Whap~!
Those shining green eyes met her own sparkling blue. She pushed her buxom, cushiony cleavage against her daughter's face, giving her a soft pair of pillows to lean against while her lover reamed her ass so violently.
Apolline stared at him soulfully, stroking her daughter's pretty face. His face, so passionate during sex, slightly loosened as they shared a thought.
Harry held out his hand, and a wand jumped into it.
Harry pointed it to her. Apolline shivered as she felt his magic wash over her, gasping. Just the feeling of his dominating magic enveloping her luscious curves made her pussy shiver in delight. She felt a hot, warm feeling in her breasts as they seemed to swell bigger.
Then she opened her pink lips and started to sing.
Fleur's loud, shrieking cries of wanton pleasure slowly dimmed. Her mother's siren song soothed her into a heavenly trance of both pleasure and comfort. Even as Fleur's body was racked with a powerful climax, she stopped screaming and started humming with a pleasure-filled voice alongside her mother's song.
Then Madam Delacour slowly peeled down the edge of her robe, revealing the heavenly sight of one of her pale-white, perfectly smooth breasts. With glassy eyes, Fleur leaned in to suckle from her breast, drinking down creamy, thick Veela milk.
"That's it, my love," Apolline said in a lovely, velvet voice, "Drink deeply, my dear... you'll need all your strength for 'ze Task today... Momma shall give you a little help... to make sure you return to your lover's arms safe and sound.."
Apolline turned those glowing, silver-blue eyes to Harry. Even though she had stopped singing, her voice still seemed to echo the song, like silken-voiced angels or fairies kept the chorus going.
She smiled, stroking her daughter's hair as Fleur drank from her breast, "For all 'zat I knew of 'ze Black Magic... I did not expect 'zis kind of lovely spell..."
"Veela Milk is noted in my library as an ingredient in certain potions..." Harry said, while slowing his pace through Fleur's tight asshole, "Do you not lactate naturally?"
"Non... Not all 'ze time." Apolline said softly, "When we are pregnant, our breasts produce milk earlier 'zan humans, within 'ze first month, usually. So it iz tradition in a coven for 'ze pregnant mothers to be given special privileges. A special estate to rest in, with servants to continually milk 'zier breasts..."
Harry's cock swelled in Fleur's tight ass as the thought of Apolline's massive tits getting milked by a pair of Veela maids entered his mind.
She must've felt his spike in arousal because she smirked seductively, "I am happy to have such magic available, but I do not 'zink we will need it much... 'zat iz, if you truly intend to keep us... how did you say..? 'Barefoot and pregnant'?"
Harry chuckled, "Yeah... I guess if I keep you girls pregnant you won't ever stop lactating will you..?"
Apolline smiled, looking down at her daughter's glassy-eyed, blissful look as Fleur slowly gulped down her creamy milk, "...I am most interested in 'zese potions of yours... to include Veela Milk... I can only imagine 'ze applications. We use it for many things, of course, but mostly for Aphrodisiacs or to sweeten wine."
Likewise, Harry was curious about Veela secrets. Despite only having the briefest contact with his spell, Apolline had gently pulled it from his grasp and twisted it with her own magic to produce something new.
He asked, "What will it do for Fleur?"
She smiled amorously, "'Ze comfort of her Momma's milk will give 'er courage..." Her eyes seemed somewhat playful as he flashed her a look, "...It would spoil 'ze surprise, my lord. I shall tell you all 'zat you would like to know after my baby 'as secured 'ze most points in 'ze First Task."
Harry grunted, sliding his hands down Fleur's slender back to grab her massive, doughy asscheeks. He clapped her thick, jiggling backside a few minutes longer until he finally let himself go.
Harry grunted, pumping Fleur's clenching ass full of his overflowing seed.
Gabrielle watched his heavy balls jump and flex with delighted blue eyes from below. She bit her lip lustfully, watching him pump her elder sister's ass full of his creamy spunk. Then, when Fleur's tight tunnel could take no more, she giggled with happiness, closing her eyes to let that creamy seed pour down over her face beneath the couple's joint sexes.
The slutty little fairy raised her face as if enjoying a hot shower, her mouth open to catch his dripping spunk and her sister's juices as they squirted from her pussy.
"Mmmgh~! Nnnnngggh~!" Fleur let out a delirious, eye-fluttering moan, drooling between her mother's titties.
The lingering echo of Apolline's siren song slowly died down, gently rousing Fleur from her blissful enchantment. Fleur's eyes fluttered back to consciousness.
She smacked her lips, tasting the sweet, addictive milk on her tongue, "M-maman..?" She then suddenly groaned, "Ooooh~! H-harry..! I-it is so warm..." She held her belly, which was full with both a half-gallon of milk and bowels full of spunk.
Harry popped his cock from her tight sphincter, watching the way her little pink backdoor quivered closed, leaking his seed. He dipped his cock low, where his obedient little cocksucker started eagerly sucking it into her mouth. Gabrielle didn't seem to care that it had just been in her elder sister's ass.
Harry stroked the fat globes of Fleur's. Her own flawless, snowy white cheeks were pounded red.
Fleur moaned with delight, looking back at Harry. She was thrilled to get to walk out in front of the crowd of the First Task with her ass delightfully stinging and her asshole pumped full of her lover's semen.
She softly panted, shaking her booty. "Mmm, iz 'zere time for a creampie too..? I would love to compete with your seed leaking from both holes..."
Apolline softly chuckled, "I'm afraid not my flower... you 'ave been quite greedy already, it iz time to go." Apolline stroked her daughter's cheek, wiping a bit of her milk from Fleur's lips.
Fleur looked up at her mother, flushed in the face, "M-maman 💕"
Apolline softly smiled, knowing that look in her daughter's eye, "Very well... A kiss for good luck."
"Mmmph~!"
"Mmwuah~!"
The Veela mother and daughter touched their plush lips together in an intimate kiss.
"Slllrrrp~! Pwuah~!" Gabrielle slurped noisily on Harry's cock, "Mmm, will you fuck my ass while we watch, 'arry?"
Harry chuckled.
Harry sat on the edge of his seat.
Or he would've been, if not for Gabrielle sitting in his lap, leaning comfortably against his chest. The naughty little fairy was grinding her plush booty against his groin, teasing his cock stiff. She really seemed serious, looking left and right as she wondered how she could fish out that throbbing monster, jerk her knickers aside, and hide that beast in her snug pussy before anyone noticed.
Even with her being so playful, distracting him with her lovely warmth, sweet scent, and delectable plump booty, Harry felt tense.
Apolline cooed softly at his side, reaching over to massage the tense muscles in his shoulders. With her silken, enchanted voice, he slowly calmed down.
Dragons. The First Task was Dragons.
He knew this already. Fleur knew this already. They'd prepared since the day her name came out of the goblet... But as much as Fleur had prepared... Harry hadn't. He hadn't prepared for this boiling, tight feeling in his chest. Hearing the vicious growls of the overgrown lizards, feeling its hot breath as it blasted fire at Cedric Diggory.
...Harry felt like he was about to leap into the arena and rip the Dragon's heart out before it could even look at Fleur.
Harry realized something rather crucial about himself. As much as the Black Rituals had explosively increased his desire for his pregnant women and harem witches... It equally increased his protective instincts.
He started to understand perhaps why the 'Black Family' was regarded as dark or cruel. He was sitting here plotting the fastest, most deathly efficient way to kill a dragon... and Fleur hadn't even entered the arena yet.
It was a good thing he was with Apolline and Gabrielle. They were able to prevent him from doing anything foolish.
He looked to the left, where the buxom, silver-haired MILF was softly singing to him.
She was utterly gorgeous, even more so than usual. For her daughter's moment in the competition, she'd dressed herself up extravagantly. She wore a lavish light dress that began as a soft lavender color that faded to white as it traveled down her extreme curves. Her hair was once again beautifully ornamented with silver pins.
Her ethereal, angelic beauty was made all the more apparent by her perfect makeup. Her full lips were painted softly purple. She wore a faint lavender lace choker around her neck. At first glance, it was just to match her dress and accessories. But Harry knew its true purpose. It was a collar to silently show that she was his.
Gabrielle had a matching baby blue piece around her slim neck.
Her soft hand slid down his arm, draining the tensing muscle everywhere she touched.
She was a magnificent woman. She sat here at his side with beauty and elegance that would steal attention away from an empress. Even the eyes of the wizards and witches in the stadium were being drawn away from the fire-breathing beast to get a look at her in their 'private' box.
When Harry took her, he did it roughly. Violently. He'd felt like she was trying to ensnare him, enchant him, or otherwise take his choice away. He hated that feeling, and he fucked her until she broke and kissed his feet in submission. Now, she was willing to collar herself like a pet... but Harry didn't really see her that way.
As good as it felt to have such a magnificent MILF kiss his feet, that's not quite what he wanted from her. At least, that's not ALL he wanted from her. She was undoubtedly more than just a good-looking fuck. She was a competent, brilliant, respected Witch. A woman who had already impressed him with insight into Veela magic and potion brewing.
He found those features incredibly appealing as well. She was quite the trophy.
Harry's green eyes snapped away at the sound of a biting, snapping, snarling Dragon. They dragged a smaller, green one with a long neck onto the field.
"Entering now, Miss Delacour!"
He saw the Dragon Handlers let the beast go as a slender blonde woman in a tight blue outfit walked confidently onto the field. From here, she looked so small, so vulnerable.
Harry suddenly regretted his careless remarks from the Welcoming Feast when he met her. He thought it would be cute and fun, to see if the pretty French Witch was so enamored with him at first glance that she'd enter the competition just to win his attention... He was a fool for treating this as if it were just a Quidditch match.
Harry's body tensed tightly. He didn't know when he'd drawn it, but his thumb rubbed the polished wood of his Holly wand.
"Harry..." A soft voice whispered to him from his lap as Gabrielle grabbed his free hand and cupped it with hers, pulling it to hold her waist.
He tried to calm himself down as Apolline leaned into his side and whispered an enchanting song into his ear... but as the dragon puffed fire and snapped its jaws at Fleur, he was sure his broiling magic was riled up enough to blast it to pieces from here.
Then Fleur's silken, smooth voice started to serenade the dragon and the crowd, washing over him with a calming song. It was the first time he'd heard her lovely singing voice, which brought him enough peace to shift his posture in his seat.
Sure enough... the Dragon quickly fell asleep, and Fleur whisked the golden egg away without trouble.
Harry remembered to breathe, softly sinking back into his chair and hugging Gabrielle tight.
"...a truly remarkable display from France's Fleur Delacour! In just a few short minutes the Dragon was lulled into an enchanted sleep so deep that the Handlers are struggling to rouse the beast..!"
"Oh, and here comes the Judgement... A perfect score!"
Apolline softly chuckled in his ear, "But of course... I expect nothing less from my flower... Especially when she 'as such a virile lover to reward 'er for 'er performance..."
Harry finally let himself relax, stashing his wand away while the next dragon was brought out. He wondered exactly how he could reward his little Champion... while deftly slipping his hand down between Gabrielle's thighs.
"Teehee💕~!" The petite blonde sister giggled with excitement.
Not too long after... In the Delacour's private tent.
"Oooh~! Yees~! 'Zat is it, 'arry..! Brutalize my tight little cunt..! Pound my slutty little pussy so 'ard I will not be able to walk until 'ze Second Task..! Give me that HOT creampie I was aching for 'zis morning..!"
Apolline and Gabrielle sat to the side momentarily, watching. Harry was all over the Fleur.
He hadn't even peeled off her tight little uniform, just waved his wand and shredded a hole to access her slick pussy while he pulled her into his lap. Fleur bounced her fat white bottom on his lap as the two of them clung to each other tightly.
Harry couldn't keep his hands off her. Only letting her go for the briefest moments to rip and tear her little uniform to push more of her naked, bare skin against his. She was riding his lap, hugging him tightly as his arms locked around her back and slammed her down on his cock firmly.
Her head was spinning with near-overwhelming love and lust. Her own passion for her lover was magnified by the pure, unadulterated DESIRE she felt smothering her Veela senses. He was going crazy for her, and that made her clench her cunt even tighter around his monster-cock.
He kissed her neck possessively, huffing as he sucked on her sweaty neck, breathing in her scent.
"Oooh, Harry💞~! Harry 💞~!" Fleur said, just as overwhelmed, "You are being so passionate, my lover💞~! I feel your desire for me so strongly 💕~! It iz making me so hot~!"
Fleur bit her lip with a seductive look on her face, kissing his own neck. She breathed hotly in his ear, "Yees~! You are so ravenous for me my love..! 'ave you changed your mind💓? Will you break 'zis silly little spell on my womb, and plant your powerful seed inside of me..?"
Fleur continued this every time they fucked, begging him to impregnate her. Even though he had said the Black Ritual would hold, she was praying that somehow, his fertile seed would break the spell and impregnate her anyway.
Then, to her surprise, he growled back, "Yes. That sounds amazing..! I'll do it, I'll break the spell and knock you up..!" He licked the sweat on her neck, clutching her possessively to his chest, "So damn this tournament..! I'll keep you tied to my bed, fucking you pregnant all year long..! Forget that blasted Goblet and forget the tasks..! You won't have to risk yourself ever again..!"
Fleur's eyelashes fluttered as a blissful climax made her body shiver in delight. She giggled dreamily, 'What a wonderful experience that would be...'
As delightful as it was, Fleur whispered in his ear, "Non, 'arry... 'ze tasks will continue... we cannot ignore 'ze Goblet of Fire..."
Fleur giggled with delight as he threw her down on her back. He jerked her legs down, displaying her incredible flexibility as her calves were pinned beside her ears. He locked her in a fierce Mating Press, his eyes glowing with his rampant magic.
"Forget the fucking Goblet, I'll do something about it..! I always do..." He growled like a beast, while Fleur giggled angelically beneath him, she held up her arms.
"Come 'ere, 'arry'. Make sweet love to me💞"
Harry drove his angrily throbbing cock through Fleur's impossibly tight walls, stretching her so much with the size of his prick that her stomach bulged with his pistoning thrusts. Her juicy pussy stirred up a mess on the bed while she squealed in delight.
Harry was a storm of emotions, mostly raw, primal desire, lust, and shockingly powerful love for the Veela beneath him. His instincts screamed at him to fuck her so hard she'd be stuck in bed forever, grinning dumbly and heavily pregnant.
Harry suddenly touched his hand to her navel, and Fleur yelped as she felt a spark of tingling magic shoot into her pussy. Harry cast a little sex curse to delay her climaxes. She would build up to an orgasm as he fucked her until she reached it, then it would disappear as she pushed towards the next.
Then, when he finally came inside her clenching pussy, all those rolling orgasms would crash back into her, giving her the most explosive climax of her life.
Harry hammered her juicy pussy violently on the bed, grunting like a beast, "You're MINE, Fleur! Fuck this Tournament! You don't need to win some gaudy worthless trophy for me to knock you up! Just lay there and get fucking pregnant!"
"Ooooh~! Harry💞~! Harry💞~! Harry💞~!" Fleur chanted in passionate lovemaking. With the feeling of his burning desire for her crashing over her body, Fleur wondered if he'd actually do it? If he'd somehow break the spell and knock her up..? Her eyes nearly rolled back at the thought, her womb softly throbbed with desire.
...
"Mmm... M-Maman..." Gabrielle gasped softly as she watched Harry's sweaty, muscular figure fuck her sister silly. Her little nimble fingers were buried in her pussy, stroking herself eagerly. She didn't make herself cum, but she teased her pussy to be nice and wet, just in case Harry decided to throw her down next.
Apolline softly stroked her youngest daughter's hair, "Yes, darling..?"
"W-will 'e actually do it..? Shall Fleur be pregnant, too?"
"Mmm... 'zat is up to him." Apolline said, "'Ze Goblet of Fire iz a risky artefact to trifle with but perhaps... You do not need to worry yet. You can still feel 'ze magic in your womb, yes?"
Gabrielle held a hand to her belly, feeling the slightest little sigil of power that connected her womb to her sister's, protecting Fleur's eggs. If it was still there, then she needn't worry.
"Maman?" Gabrielle turned her head as Apolline floated away from her side.
In the corner of the room, something was watching the impassioned, hot sex between Harry Potter and the Veela Champion.
A small blue beetle saw this all from high above.
The intelligent mind behind was a mixture of powerful arousal, intrigue, and nefarious intent. Rita Skeeter's wicked mind was overwhelmed by Fleur's unrestrained Allure.
She was already thinking of how to Blackmail Harry Potter and his Veela slut, how to defame him and bend him to her will... How she would collar him like a pet, leave him tied to her bed as her own little pleasure toy.
As she thought that, she didn't realize that she was already caught in a dangerous web.
Her body jerked forward as she felt a strange stiffness overcome her form. She couldn't extend her beetle wings or control her body at all. She was frozen, floating through the air without control.
"Well, well, well..." Came a smooth, sultry voice, "What 'ave we 'ere?"
Rita Skeeter, disguised as her illegal Animagus form, froze in terror as she was turned to see the luxurious, silver-ornamented hair of the mother Veela, Apolline Delacour.
The stunningly beautiful, regal woman softly clicked her tongue, "Tsk, tsk, tsk... 'Zis won't do at all... I cannot 'ave you interrupting my daughter's victory... Silly little bug..."
Rita suddenly felt extremely vulnerable, a spike of fear running through her at the idea of getting crushed or worse.
Then the Veela's painted red lips curled into a seductive smile, "...do not worry, 'zat is not what I 'ad planned..."
Rita felt another spike of fear, wondering if this woman could read her mind.
"...You must be so confused... You 'ave much to learn about we Veela. You see, we are sexual creatures... we can sense the arousal of those around us... Imagine my surprise to sniff out a horny little slut... only to find a little beetle..."
Apolline floated the little blue beetle down closer to her face, "...you are lucky my daughter 'ad not discovered you... if you 'ad ruined 'er climax you would 'ave been burned to a crisp by fireballs. You should know better than to interrupt a mating Veela."
Rita was powerless, left to stew silently in her own worry and concern.
"Now 'zen... what shall I do with you...?"