Fleur's gaze slid lower, to where their bodies joined. From her angle on the floor, she had an almost perfect view. Harry's thick shaft slid in and out of Apolline's flushed, swollen pussy with obscene clarity, her folds stretched tight around him. Each time he pulled back, Fleur could see Apolline's inner walls clinging desperately to him, reluctance in the way they tried to hold on before he forced them apart again with the next thrust. Her mother's juices slicked everything, coating his cock, dripping down between her thighs and wetting the sheets beneath them.
Apolline's arms finally gave out, and she collapsed forward onto her elbows, burying her face in the mattress for a moment as a ragged sob of pleasure escaped her. Harry followed her down, never missing a beat with his hips, bending his body over hers so that his chest pressed against her back. His right hand slid up her spine again, this time curling around the back of her neck, not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough to make her shudder.
"Look at you," he growled softly, his voice low and rough enough that Fleur could just make it out over the slap of flesh and Apolline's breathless cries. "You're taking it so well, Apolline. I knew you would."
Her mother's answer dissolved into a keening moan as he sped up again, driving into her with a series of quick, hard thrusts that bounced her ass in time with his movements. Her nails dug into the sheets, shoulders shaking, legs trembling visibly under his weight. It was clear she was right on the edge again, hovering there, clinging desperately to the rhythm he was forcing into her.
"Harry-Harry, please-" Apolline babbled, words tumbling over each other in frantic desperation. "Don't stop, don't slow down-fill me, mon amour, s'il te plait-fill me like a real man-inside, I want you inside, I want to feel you for days-"
Fleur closed her eyes for a brief moment and exhaled through her nose, both exasperated and unsurprised at the breeding-tinged begging. Of course Apolline would go there. Veela instincts didn't care about messy human things like strained marriages or family complications. They saw a strong, magically powerful male claiming a fertile, eager female and immediately went straight for the nest-building fantasies.
Well. She'd make very sure any accidental consequences were handled. The last thing she needed was a half-devil half-Veela sibling calling her "big sister" in twenty months.
On the bed, Harry adjusted his stance, planting his feet more firmly on the mattress. The movement changed the angle again, and Fleur could see the moment he decided to finish this. His hips hammered forward in a tight, relentless rhythm, no wasted movement now, each thrust driving deep and precise, his grip tightening on Apolline's hip and neck.
Apolline's cries climbed higher, her pitch shifting into that sharp, breathless range Fleur recognized all too well. Her mother's entire body went taut, muscles locking, heels digging into the sheets as she pushed back against him as hard as she could. "Oui, oui, oui, oui-!" she chanted helplessly, the word breaking into a strangled scream as her climax finally tore through her, making her whole body convulse around his cock.
Fleur watched Harry's jaw clench, watched the tendons stand out sharply in his neck as he held himself on the edge for maybe three more thrusts, then slammed in one last time, burying himself to the absolute hilt. His fingers dug into Apolline's flesh, and he groaned deep in his chest, the sound rumbling through the room as his hips pressed tight against her ass.
Even from where she sat, Fleur saw the subtle twitch of his lower body, the way his muscles tensed in short, hard pulses as he spilled inside her. Apolline let out a broken, happy sob at the sensation, collapsing fully onto the bed, legs shaking uncontrollably as she panted and murmured half-formed praises into the mattress.
Harry stayed there for a long moment, chest resting against her back, breathing harshly into her hair, cock still buried deep in her pussy as his cum slowly seeped past the seal of her stretched entrance and began to drip onto the sheets.
Apolline slumped forward onto her face on the tangled sheets, a dreamy, satisfied grin stretched lazily across her flushed, sweat-dampened face. Her body trembled slightly from lingering aftershocks, small tremors rolling gently down her spine, making her full hips twitch in soft, rhythmic pulses. Between her widely spread thighs, Harry's thick, milky release trickled slowly from her reddened, freshly fucked pussy lips, dripping messily onto the already stained bedding.
Fleur sighed deeply, rolling her eyes, though she couldn't fully hide the fondness mixing freely with exasperation in her gaze. Her beloved king looked back at her, raising his brows sheepishly, guilt evident yet overridden entirely by playful mischief.
"Really, Harry?" Fleur said dryly, crossing her arms beneath her chest as she arched an eyebrow. "With Maman? Of all the things to entertain yourself with while Gabrielle and I lay here becoming literal devils, you pick... that?"
Harry chuckled softly, dragging a hand back through his messy, sweat-dampened hair and flashing her that charming, slightly roguish grin that always made her heart skip stupidly in her chest.
"Well, Fleur," he murmured, a hint of teasing in his rich, warm voice as he gestured toward Apolline's glistening, naked form still sprawled limply across the bed, "we did have several hours to kill while you two were unconscious. Apolline was... quite persuasive in offering to keep me busy."
"Of course she was," Fleur sighed again, though this time amusement colored her voice more clearly. Her maman could persuade a dragon to willingly part with its treasure hoard with a single flutter of her lashes and the curve of a full lip, after all.
A rustle of fabric and a sleepy, stumbling noise drew Fleur's attention sharply toward the other bed, where Gabrielle was just waking up, pushing herself upright and blinking rapidly. Her younger sister looked around blearily, silver-blonde hair tangled adorably around her shoulders, eyes squinted in confusion.
"Gabrielle," Fleur called gently, drawing her sister's wide-eyed attention to herself. "Are you alright?"
Gabrielle blinked again, then looked down at her hands, flexing and stretching her fingers carefully. A sudden bright, excited smile bloomed on her pretty face, her blue eyes lighting up joyfully.
"I'm a devil now, oui?" Gabrielle asked brightly, her voice lifting with happy disbelief and excitement.
"Oui, Gabby," Fleur confirmed gently, smiling affectionately at her. "We're both devils now."
Gabrielle opened her mouth excitedly, but stopped short as she finally registered the full scene playing out around her. Her eyes slid sideways, landing first on their naked, sweaty maman sprawled bonelessly on the bed with Harry's cum seeping lazily from between her thighs, then traveling up to Harry himself-standing tall, confident, and very clearly satisfied. Her shoulders slumped, and she released a resigned sigh mirroring Fleur's earlier reaction almost perfectly.
"I should have expected this," Gabrielle muttered with a delicate huff, giving their shameless maman an exaggeratedly disappointed look.
Apolline laughed softly, turning her head slightly on the mattress to flash both of her daughters a brilliantly unapologetic smile. With a lazy, satisfied moan, she pushed herself up onto her knees, breasts bouncing heavily, skin flushed and glowing. She stretched slowly, luxuriantly arching her back and thrusting her heavy tits proudly forward before scooting playfully toward the edge of the mattress.
"Oh, hush, both of you," Apolline teased warmly, wagging a scolding finger at Fleur and Gabrielle, her voice lilting softly with playful admonishment. "Honestly! Keeping such a magnifique stud all to yourselves for so long? So greedy, my beautiful little devils. Whatever happened to 'sharing is caring' among Veela?"
Gabrielle shot Fleur an incredulous, mildly amused look. Fleur snorted softly, shaking her head.
"Since when is sharing normal among Veela, Maman?" Fleur retorted dryly, one brow arching skeptically. "You know we are some of the most possessive women in existence. Gabrielle and I loving the same man peacefully is already something close to a miracle."
Gabrielle nodded vigorously in agreement. "Exactly, Maman! The only reason it works is because our beloved Harry is truly a man amongst men!" Her voice dipped slightly, eyes sparkling mischievously. "But you already discovered that yourself, didn't you?"
Apolline gave an entirely shameless grin, nodding enthusiastically. "Oui, I most certainly did," she purred. "And now, mes filles, it is time you both join me. Our wonderful Lord Harry has given us all such precious, priceless gifts today. We must properly thank him together-Veela style."
Without waiting for their protests or hesitation, Apolline reached out with quick, practiced grace, gripping one of Fleur's wrists and Gabrielle's forearm and tugging insistently. Fleur squeaked softly, stumbling forward onto the messy, cum-streaked bedding, Gabrielle falling beside her with a giggle and a resigned sigh.
As soon as they landed on the bed, Fleur felt a flush of heat surge through her body. Her newly enhanced devil senses kicked into overdrive-suddenly hyperaware of every rich, intoxicating scent lingering on the messy sheets beneath her, the musky scent of Harry's cum mixed with her mother's sweet arousal hitting her like a physical wave. Gabrielle beside her shivered, eyes dilating, her breaths quickly turning shallow as the same potent mixture washed over her.
"See?" Apolline whispered huskily.
"..."
— Tom Riddle (Stray Devil) —
Thinking was... Merlin, thinking had become so damned hard lately.
He couldn't pinpoint exactly what that scheming bitch Katerea had done to him, but whatever it was, his mind felt sluggish, thoughts thickening like tar with each passing day. It pissed him off, honestly-his mind had always been his greatest weapon, razor-sharp, calculating, flawless.
And now, every thought came slower, hazier, like it had to wade through a swamp before surfacing in his consciousness.
But gods, he was powerful now.
Tom paused in his slithering, curling his massive new serpent tail beneath him and rising taller. He flexed the heavy coils, marveling for a moment at the strength and sheer size of his new body. Where once he'd had human legs, now stretched a thick, sinewy serpent's tail, covered in pale-white scales. His torso was broad and muscular, now also armored in beautiful, overlapping snake scales-hard enough to shrug off minor curses and even arrows, yet flexible enough to allow him to twist and coil as fluidly as any serpent born.
He stretched out his clawed fingers, testing their lethal points, watching them catch the faint light in the tunnel. Yes. This new form was one of perfection. Larger, stronger, far sneakier. He had shed his fragile humanity and emerged as something greater-a predator whose mere appearance would freeze witches and wizards in sheer terror.
Yet the nagging frustration persisted. His sluggish thoughts weren't improving, no matter how much he fed. He'd devoured centaurs at first, ambushing them silently from the shadows of the Forbidden Forest, coiling his massive tail around their kicking, struggling bodies before snapping their bones with effortless, satisfying pressure. When that hadn't sharpened his mind, he had hunted Acromantula, tearing through their twitching, hairy limbs and crunching through their tough carapaces with brutal force. Yet even feasting on these powerful magical beasts had done nothing to clear his mind.
His instincts whispered dark promises, devilish urgings he was only too eager to embrace. He needed new prey. Richer, more magically powerful nourishment. He needed to devour the humans of the castle along with those filthy devils too!
And he knew exactly who he would start with-who he had to start with. The one who had destroyed his future legacy!
Harry Sitri.
Tom hissed under his breath at the mere thought of the infuriating half-devil prince. His forked tongue flicked out, tasting the cold, damp air in agitation. Killing Harry wasn't just about nourishment-it was about dominance.
It was about showing every witch, wizard, and devil alike who was truly at the top of the food chain!
The idea thrilled him, burning through the fog in his mind like a hot iron through mist. He wanted to see Harry broken, terrified, humiliated. He wanted to feel that cursed devil's bones crunch and shatter within his coils. He wanted to swallow him whole, inch by struggling inch, feeling every last desperate kick and twitch before Harry finally succumbed. Yes, devouring Harry Sitri would be the perfect first meal.
The ultimate declaration of his new apex status.
But Harry was elusive, powerful, dangerous. Tom knew he couldn't risk facing him directly-not at first. He needed bait. Harry's weakness was obvious-his pathetic harem of witches and devils, the collection of fawning females he seemed so irritatingly attached to.
Tom hissed again, this time with smug satisfaction. He'd spent days silently stalking through Hogwarts' walls, hidden passageways, and shadowy corners, carefully observing Harry's women. He'd considered and discarded several possibilities-powerful ones, loyal ones, the sharp-eyed twins always lingering protectively around their prince. No, he needed someone weak, someone vulnerable. Someone easy to snatch and use as a hostage so he could easily kill Harry Sitri.
Then he saw her....
— Harry —
Apolline, Fleur, and Gabrielle really were one naughty family.
That was the first thought that crossed my mind as we finally left the warmth of the inn and stepped back out into the cool Scottish air, heading up the sloping road from Hogsmeade toward the castle. The second thought was that I probably should've insisted everyone at least pretend to tidy themselves up.
Fleur and Gabrielle, of course, had other ideas.
One on each side, they were clinging to my arms like they always did-Fleur hooked onto my left, Gabrielle wrapped around my right, both pressed in close enough that I could feel every sway of their hips as we walked. They looked... wrecked, in the smug, glowing, "we had an amazing time and we want the whole world to know" kind of way.
They'd deliberately not fixed their clothes either.
"I still can't believe you're walking back to the carriages like this," I said, more amused than disapproving. "You know half the Beauxbatons girls are going to gossip for weeks."
"Let zem," Fleur said lightly, chin tilted up, accent thick with satisfaction. "Zey already gossip about us, mon roi. At least now, zey will gossip wiz envy."
