31 Chapter 31 - Fleur's Bed - 18+

Splash!

"Harry!" A striking and breathtaking beauty shouted as she ran her slender fingers through her soak silver hair. As she bared all as the water droplets dripped off her flawless smooth skin. Two arms that showed a bit of muscles were wrapped around from her back.

Her deep blue eyes met with emerald green as his mop of black hair dripped with water. He ran his hands over her stomach, giving her a tingling feeling.

"Is that your wand I feel?" She teasley asked as she stuck her bottom back feeling his rock hard rod. His rod sliding over her cheeks as she felt his lips touching her sensitive neck.

"So what if it is?" He whispered seductively making her want to devour him right there and then. His hand slowly lowered itself sliding over her hairless mound and rubbed her petal.

A tingling jolt ran down her spine as she moaned under her lover's touch. His rough fingers slowly caressing her outer labia and thighs. She felt another set of hands latched onto her breasts.

"Don't forget about me," Daphne said, taking one of Fleur light pink nipples and sucking on them. While one of her hands teased the other breast, the other reached around and grabbed the pulsing rod.

As Fleur was being attacked in most of her sensitive spots all at once. She felt herself ready for her first orgasm of the evening. Only she wasn't going to do it alone so she grabbed a handful of Daphne's bottom.

Spreading them as she kneaded the smooth and soft skin, she felt Daphne moaning. Due to being still latched on, it sent shivers down her spine.

"Hey you three, dinner ready. You can screw each other afterwards, perferrily out of the pool. It is a pain to clean afterwards."

An amused voice broke the trios lust enhanced state causing the three to blush redder than a tomato.

On the back porch an older woman in her mid thirties stood with her silver hair tied back. She gave off a grateful feeling and welcoming feeling. Her blue eyes scanned over them before letting out a cat call as she stared at Harry's crotch.

"Good catch, Daughter. Do you mind if I take it for a spin."

"Mother!"

"Kidding, now come on and get dressed. Gabrielle is still a bit young to see this." She said as she turned and walked back in. But not before giving her hips an extra sway much to Harry's amusement and Fleur huff.

Throwing on their clothes, which wasn't much as Harry's shirt was soaked and Fleur was only in a bikini. Daphne was the only one fully clothed as her clothes were furthest from the pool.

Heading inside, the dining table was filled with a variety of english and french dishes. Sitting at the table a miniature girl that looked similar to Fleur and Apolline was happily munching on the dishes.

"What took you guys so long?" She asked.

"We were only a few minutes Gabrielle." Fleur chipped at her sister but one could see great love in her eyes.

"So what were you guys doing in the pool? Mother wouldn't let me join you and you were in there all afternoon." Gabrielle asked with curiosity brimming across her eyes.

"We were playing." Harry simply said.

"I wanted to play too."

"You need to be older to play like we were." Fleur said gently.

Memories of an older Gabrielle surfaced in her mind and she couldn't help but sigh. After a slight tramaization at the triwizard tournament and moving to England. Fleur tried to keep up with her sister who became an actress and model at nineteen. Well to be more specific an adult film actress as she was scouted one day walking around the mundane world.

After going on nearly twenty years before retiring and marrying a man she did quite a few films with. She went on to set up her own company and was quite successful. In the end though she never had kids which sadden Fleur as she couldn't spoil her nieces or nephews.

While on the other hand besides a failed marriage and kids that rather treat you like you don't exist. Fleur felt like she was lacking compared to her younger sister until she got together with Harry. For the next decade her life felt full and vibrated and now she back in her teenage self once more.

'At least I am a bit older than Harry and Daphne. It must suck having to sit through their second year again.' Fleur thought before feeling like she committed a crime.

"So, Harry have you been working out?" Apolline asked as the table fell into a long silences.

Since his first transformation besides growing faint outlines of muscles could be seen across Harry's body. He was starting to bulk up a bit as he continued to attempt to put some weight on. His body burns so many calories correcting itself and strengthening, he was still pretty much on the thin side.

"Some times, usually at night when I am not studying or training my magic." Harry answered not sure how much Fleur told her mother and the rest of her family. So he decided to be a bit secretive about his werewolf transformation. "Some night I also go for a run."

"Well it shows." Apolline said with a wink towards him and shook her head as she tossed a glance at her youngest daughter.

Smiling as he received the message, Harry felt a bit better knowing she was in on the secret. The rest of the meal went pretty well after this as laughter could be heard. Gabrielle asked a few questions and earned some bouts of laughter at her naivety.

After being excused from the table, Fleur led Harry to her bedroom as Daphne decided to skip out. She instead got permission to browse the Delecour library. While it wasn't the biggest or old library it did contain a lot of sex based spells and rituals. Something that while she didn't have an interest in, she used as an excuse to give the two alone time in front of Gabrielle. Not the six year old knew what her library consisted of or why her mother dragged her out shopping.

"So what do you think?"

Fleur asked as she did a twirl in her room. Looking around Harry just nodded as the room was in a change. If one side was filled with a teenage girl feeling than the other was an older woman feeling it. Not that it made any differences as Harry had more impressive views to check.

Fleur who was still in her bikini hooked her thumbs to her bottom piece and tugged them down slightly. As her hips and the top of her pelvis could be seen, even if he knew what she looked like naked. Harry felt his blood run south as a grin broke out on both their faces.

"Do you like what you see?" Fleur asked sexily as she turned and shook her perfectly shaped ass at him.

"Yes, and I might have to demand to see it again and again forever." Harry said smiling.

"Then come get it big boy."

Not needing a second invitation, he dropped his pants releasing his hardened rod. Harry easily tore away Fleur's bottoms and top, releasing her moist and wet petal and rose bud. Rubbing the tip across her inviting lips that wants to suck him in. Harry only stuck the tip in before pulling out teasing her.

"Harry! Hurry up and stick it in damn it. I waited so long for this."

Thrusting in, Harry felt Fleur's burning core wrapped around his rod like a glove. Moaning at the pleasure, Harry thrusted in Fleur as he pinned her head to the bed. As she thrusted her hips out to meet him as memorizing waves ran across her perfect shaped ass as they collided.

Smack!

Harry's hand smacks her bottom, feeling her tightening up as she moan loudly.

"Did you like that?"

"Yes!" Fleur shouted as Harry's hand descended once again.

As her bottom was turning red Harry felt he was about to erupt.

"I'm about to cum."

Like a flexible snake, Fleur turned over and wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Don't worry I already cast the charms."

After a few more thrust, Harry deposited his hot essences inside before both of them felt a sudden increase in magic. As both basked in the feeling of pleasure of their releases and increase in magic. Neither of them were done as one release wasn't enough to satisfy either of them.

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In another part of the manor, Daphne who was reading a slightly large tome shook her head.

"They could have thrown up silencing charms even if I am the only one here with them."

She continued trying to read, ignoring the growing tingling feeling inside. A feeling she attempted to resist rubbing her legs together.

"Only a few more hours to go."