Fleur Delacour Pt. 1

Life is good. That's the singular thought running through Harry's head as he walks down a secluded path alongside three lovely witches. Well, 'alongside' may not be entirely right. Hermione and Daphne are smashed up against either side of him, half-heartedly glaring at one another from around his body. He could imagine their thoughts so easily as well. How dare that 'rich bitch/upstart commoner tart' smush their stupid fat perfect tits against him.

Heh, they were laughably easy to read when they were with him, competing with each other over him. Of course, their half-hearted glares probably would have been full-hearted, but Harry had his arms wrapped around each of his lovely ladies, his hands gripping their beautiful, voluptuous behinds. Squeezing and kneading their ass-flesh was disarming them at least somewhat, and Harry was perfectly happy to do so, keeping the enmity nonverbal for the moment and reduced to nothing more than glares.

Meanwhile, Lavender was being her usual self. The girl was in full, sweet, 'innocent' blonde bimbo mode, skipping along as they walked towards the Shrieking Shack, bending over to look at the flowers and in the process 'accidentally' exposing her gorgeous, thick thighs and glorious backside, along with the meager, minor Gryffindor thong she was wearing under her far-too-short skirt.

Then, any moment, she'd turn back around and gasp and…

"A-Ah! Harry, did I do that? I wouldn't… I'm a good girl, and good girls aren't supposed to make good men like you feel uncomfortable! Mm, but if you want, I'd be happy to make you feel better."

It said a lot about Hermione and Daphne that neither of them paid the blonde girl any mind. Harry just grinned and kept walking, his hungry eyes tracing up and down Lavender's beautiful body as the young woman showed her true intelligence by easily keeping pace walking backwards. She was far from the blonde bimbo she pretended to be, especially since she was managing to do that while also wearing four-inch-high heels!

Regardless, Harry shakes his head slightly.

"Save it for the shack sweetheart."

Lavender pouts, as she always does, and then turns back around, immediately going back to skipping along and humming, flaunting her absolutely gorgeous body, stuffed into a too-small Hogwarts school uniform, with every move she made. Meanwhile, his other two sluts hadn't even noticed Lavender's attempt at drawing his attention, just like they hadn't noticed the last two attempts, so focused on countering each other as they were. It wasn't surprising though, Hermione didn't consider Lavender a threat, because Lavender was happily submissive to both her Master AND her Mistress. Daphne wasn't content to playing second fiddle to a muggleborn, no sir.

That was fine with Harry though. He actually quite enjoyed their silly attempts to one up one another. But then, that was the point, wasn't it? So far, no matter who won their little competitions, it was Harry who truly came out ahead. So long as that remained true, he would allow them their battles for supremacy. Even if, Hermione always did come out ahead as the first in his heart.

Ah, but they were almost there. Grinning, Harry gives his two sluts molded to his sides a bit harsher of a squeeze, and when they break away from glaring at each other to give him their undivided attention, he nods ahead and they both look to see what Lavender has already stopped dead upon seeing. Or perhaps the better word would be 'who'.

Nymphadora Tonks stands there, a big wide grin on her face as her nostrils flare from his scent. Her eyes are filled with desire, and a moment after they lock with his own, she's racing out to great the quartet. Mostly Harry though, as she skids to a halt before him, falling to her knees and practically diving down on his covered-cock. If it was out and exposed, Harry had no doubt that the beautiful older woman would have it already down her throat.

As it was, Nymphadora settled for moaning wantonly and nuzzling the front of his jeans as she greedily inhaled as much of his musk as she could. Harry watches on with some amusement, until Daphne's voice pulled his attention away.

"Harry?"

Ah, of course. Daphne wouldn't know about Tonks. Mm, neither did Lavender if he was remembering correctly, though of course, the blonde girl was far more excited about the 'new' addition to their group then Daphne initially seemed to be. Smirking, Harry looks over to the Greengrass girl.

"Daphne. Meet Nymphadora. You two have something in common, as it turns out. You're the heiress to House Greengrass, and Nymphadora here is the heiress to House Black."

That draws shocked reactions from more than just Daphne. Tonks pulled back away from his bulge completely to stare up at him in wide-eyed, mouth dropped surprise.

"W-What?"

Grinning, Harry looks down at his metamorphmagus pet.

"Sirius made me heir before he passed, Nymphadora, which in turn makes me head of the family now. So, as soon as I was able, I reinstated you and your mother back into the family, and then I made you my heir, just in case anything happens to me."

"Oh Harry, that's so wonderful."

That's from Hermione, who takes the opportunity to lean into his side all the harder, cuddling her sizable mammaries up against his body as she moans and wiggles happily at his generosity. It's obvious the brunette is taking advantage of her rival's temporary lapse, as Daphne stands there dazed, eyes wide and mouth agape.

Harry can read her like an open book of course. He knows exactly what's going through her head. Her 'barbarian conqueror' had not only claimed lordship of an ancient and noble house, he'd also 'claimed' another heiress besides her. Ah, and there's the nipples poking through her top and her inner thighs squirming together as she rubs them against one another to the thought of him forcing her to her knees to prepare Nymphadora for debauchery.

Daphne's eyes suddenly meet with his and she blushes deeply as she averts her gaze and stills her body. Meanwhile, Nymphadora is just managing to recover her own senses.

"I… I love you so much Harry… mm, Master. Lord Black… I really, REALLY hope you're planning on fucking me until I can't walk anymore, Master. I've been such a naughty girl for you while you were away."

Harry lifts an eyebrow at that and grins when Nymphadora keeps her mouth shut and smirks, miming throwing away a key. Chuckling darkly, the powerful, well-built young wizard nods his head to the shack.

"Come on now you four. Let's get more… intimately acquainted."

Sliding his way out of Hermione and Daphne's grasp, Harry walks on ahead, all four of his lovely, conquered witches following behind him. Daphne and Hermione jostle for position of course, while Tonks and Lavender end up tonguing each other's mouths out. Well, more like Lavender practically jumps the rainbow-haired witch and Tonks in turn enthusiastically reciprocates the blonde's advances.

One way or the other, they're all soon inside the Shrieking Shack, which looks absolutely nothing like it once did in their third year. There are gasps of amazement from all four girls as they look about. For starters, it's now bigger on the inside than on the outside. And while it's outside remains that of a crappy little hut, on the inside it's warm, well-lit, and extremely well-furnished. There are cushioned couches galore, a large bed that will fit all of them, and then some, and a massive hot tub that's design could have been pulled straight out of the Prefect's Bathroom.

And of course…

"Harry Potter sir! Dobby is so glad to see you! And all your lovely witches too! Yes, yes! It is so good to see the great Harry Potter making merry and making babies! Babies Dobby will get to see grow up and more! Ah, to work for the great Harry Potter… it is a glorious thing indeed!"

The happy, eager House Elf is nearly bouncing around as he makes his declarations. Harry meets Hermione's eyes for a moment and answers the question within them with a simple nod, causing the brunette to relax and smile at his generosity. After all, Dobby is a free House Elf. And free House Elves get paid. There's no real difference in the end, besides a Galleon from Harry's incredibly fortune going into the House Elf's hands each week.

Besides that, Dobby would serve Harry and his likely-to-be large family for quite a few years to come, just as any House Elf would.

"Thank you, Dobby. Please prepare some refreshments for us, and bring them in a couple hours. We'll more than likely need the reminder to eat and water ourselves, so we don't end up passing out from exhaustion and dehydration."

"Yes, Harry Potter sir! Dobby will make sure of it! Dobby knows how important it is to stay strong when in the process of making babies!"

And then the House Elf is gone, just like that. He leaves a smirking Harry in his wake, while the four witches are all blushing in some way, ranging from light embarrassment to slight mortification… all are also incredibly excited by the idea of Harry knocking them of course, but there's something about having the House Elf gleefully cheering it on that makes it ever so slightly embarrassing.

"Right then. Introductions out of the way, this is the Shrieking Shack, new and improved. I own it of course, and the property that it's sat upon. You four are going to help me break it in. I assume there's no objections to that?"

His smile is placid, and his eyes filled with dark lust and hunger as he looks to each of his lovely, beautiful, conquered witches. None of them seems particularly inclined to object, but he likes to give the option anyways. Once each of them has had a chance to speak, and none have, he grins and claps his hands together.

"Wonderful! Lavender, Nymphadora? You two are in charge."

All four girls freeze up at that. Then, both the blonde and the metamorphmagus get wicked smirks on their face as they turn to face Hermione and Daphne. Lavender quite suddenly doesn't look much like a bimbo OR an innocent little girl, even as she walks up and grabs a fist full of Daphne's hair. The Greengrass heiress gasps, even as Lavender forces her down to her knees. The blonde is practically one fur cloak and fur bikini ensemble away from being a barbarian babe herself after all. And she's always wanted to try her hand at breaking down the soft snobby princess.

Meanwhile, Nymphadora is quick to go for Hermione. There's no need for deliberation, no disappointment from neither Tonks nor Lavender… both girls know which they want, and in this moment, they aren't at odds with one another. The cum-hogging, seed-guzzling bookworm gasps as she's forced to her knees by the athletic, fit Auror.

Hermione and Daphne obey, because in the end it's coming from Harry and they have no choice. The thick swallows both girls do as they look up at their temporary 'mistresses' are audible though, and Harry can't help but grin wickedly as he moves over to the large hot tub, running the water to begin filling it up as he prepares the room, allowing his darling witches to get to work on breaking each other for his amusement.

And of course, there's the fact that the last member of their little party has yet to arrive. One might think four lovely witches would be enough. After all, Harry had the know-it-all nerdy bookworm, he had the ever-changing slutty metamorphmagus… he even had the snobby, stuck up princess and the happy-go-lucky blonde bimbo to round out the group. Really, it seemed like a full roster… to anyone on the outside looking in.

Because as the women who'd given themselves to Harry had long since learned, he was never truly satisfied. The young man's magic was wild and very nearly untamed. He kept it under control through sheer force of will… but it gave him a sexual appetite that could never truly be quenched. Needless to say, four wasn't going to be the final tally before Harry was done. Neither was five. But he still had high hopes for the fifth witch who was due to arrive in the next hour or two.

High hopes indeed.

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