Chapter 24 - Chapter 34

"You know, for all that you've said to me, there's one thing you haven't said." Harry saw Hermione's eyes narrow as she stared at him suspiciously.

"And what's that?" Hermione asked. Even as nothing more than a face in his fireplace, his best friend could still make her feelings known quite effectively when he'd done something to annoy her. But it wouldn't make him back off or apologize.

"You haven't said that you didn't accept the gift I sent you," he pointed out. Hermione's lips thinned and she shook her head.

"That's hardly the point, Harry," she said, which also didn't sound like a denial to him. "My parents had only just gone to bed. Thank Merlin you gave us a house with two wings! But they'd barely even shut the door to their room when a basically naked—"

Hermione's face got pushed to the side and Pansy's face popped into Harry's fireplace alongside it. "Don't listen to this drivel, Potter," the former Slytherin said. "She was even more excited to play along when Tonks showed up when I was. Who knew that the studious and upstanding witch I'm dating has a major kink for getting shackled and 'arrested'?"

Harry's best friend squeaked in embarrassment and glowered at Pansy, but Harry saw no real malice there. She was just embarrassed, and what shone through most of all was her affection for her girlfriend. Hermione and Pansy would have been an incredibly unlikely pairing back at Hogwarts, but they really did seem to fit together well as adults. Harry laughed, enjoying seeing this side of his old friend.

"I'm still cross with you too for even telling Harry," Hermione complained. "Honestly, you're supposed to be jealous that I'm attracted to someone else, not excited about it!"

Pansy just laughed, clearly not the least bit jealous about what Hermione and the metamorphmagus auror had gotten up to the night before. She leaned over to kiss her, and Harry chuckled and shook his head. They seemed to have forgotten that he was even on the other end of this floo call, though his laughter did remind them of that fact.

"I'm simply confident that you wouldn't let a catch as brilliant as myself go," Pansy said pompously once their lips broke apart. "And I wasn't about to get you a book or something. You have two rooms filled with shrunken ones as it is."

"Oh, and I'm sure it had nothing to do with your own interest," Hermione replied, giving her an amused look. Pansy didn't let it fluster her. She grinned right back at her.

"That's called a convenient win-win, dear," she said playfully. Harry rolled his eyes as he was once again forgotten as quickly as he'd been remembered. Hermione did turn back to him eventually though.

"It seems you're off the hook, Harry," she said. "Somehow."

"He wasn't ever on the hook to begin with," Pansy corrected. Hermione gave her a glare that lacked any real heat, but that was when Harry heard Tonks' voice in the background, saying something about locking for a naughty witch to take into custody.

"Oh yes," Harry said, making eye contact with Hermione through the flames. "What a horrible friend I am for arranging such a terrible gift for you. You're so upset about it that you even kept Tonks around so you could play with her for a second time."

"Prat," Hermione said, sighing one last time before she disappeared. Pansy's face didn't pull out of the flames just yet though.

"We're actually hoping we can experience it far more than just twice, Potter," Pansy said. "Aren't we, dear?"

"You can just sit and watch if you don't shut up and get that little arse upstairs," Hermione shot back. Pansy grinned and gave Harry a wink before she ended the floo call.

--

Narcissa rolled her eyes as she headed outside with Apolline, with Harry and the Greengrass sisters following not too far behind them. Aella, Fleur and Gabrielle were ahead of their group, admiring the beauty of the island. Narcissa wondered why in the name of Merlin her ancestors in the Black Family had ever sold a similar property they'd owned many years back. She'd much rather have something like this as opposed to some of the garish estates the previous Lords Black had been so fond of.

"No, Astoria," Harry said, his exasperation obvious. "I've told you ages ago that I'm not going to let you hang by your wrists while I whip you, and that hasn't changed." Astoria whined petulantly, and Narcissa rolled her eyes.

"Maybe you should search for a compromise," Daphne said, speaking up over Apolline's giggles. Harry groaned at Daphne offering even partial support to Astoria's pleading.

"I don't see how there's any room to compromise here," he said stubbornly. But Narcissa knew as well as Harry now surely did that since Daphne had even hinted at the possibility of a compromise Astoria was going to keep pushing until she got her way. It was an amusing dynamic of a submissive pushing the man who dominated her into doing so even further than he intended to. Narcissa assumed it was a rather unique situation in that respect.

Lady Greengrass and the Delacour sisters were ahead of them, but not so far ahead that they couldn't hear what was being said. Aella and Fleur just laughed, but Gabrielle squeaked in embarrassment. While Aella's reaction was no surprise given all that they'd gotten up to, Narcissa couldn't help but compare the differences between Apolline's two veela daughters. Gabrielle was so clearly shy about discussions of a sexual nature, while Fleur was so comfortable with any manner of sexual innuendo or situation she ran into. Hell, she initiated many of them.

It was Gabrielle's behavior that stood out, because shyness, and particularly shyness where sex was concerned, was an unusual trait for an of-age veela to display. Given who her mother was as well as how Fleur had turned out, Narcissa was surprised that Gabrielle was so shy. She'd obviously been crushing on Harry to an extreme over the years, but if she'd been anything like her mother or her sister she would have boldly pursued him rather than doing, well, whatever it was that she was doing.

"So how did you ever manage to raise a daughter so adorably shy?" she asked Apolline teasingly, keeping her voice quiet enough that only the older veela could hear her. "She's basically the exact opposite of you and Fleur, so obnoxious and assertive." She'd meant it to come across in a playful manner but Apolline let out something near a sigh, to Narcissa's confusion.

"Unfortunately, with the war and Fleur being away in England while the war was going on, Gabrielle didn't grow up in the same environment that her sister did," Apolline said, equally quiet so no one else could hear them. "We were so worried about Fleur, and also about the possibility of the war spilling over to France, that we might have failed to help Gabrielle along in her maturity."

"So she grew up under too much stress to learn how to express herself?" Narcissa asked.

"That's what I thought," Apolline said, "but I'm not so sure anymore. Unfortunately she's honestly gotten even worse since she came of age, which I wasn't expecting at all. Most frustrating of all is that even though she isn't pursuing anyone even on a casual level, she absolutely refuses to even hear of taking the usual route of a single veela during their coming of age period. A newly matured veela like Gabrielle with no partner she was committed to or at least pursuing would traditionally join a coven for a few years, but she will not consider it. Her problem gets worse by the day, and so long as she refuses to deal with it, it will only continue to do so for at least a year, if not more."

"So you didn't go through anything like this with Fleur?" Narcissa asked.

"No," Apolline said, shaking her head. "She was distracted enough with the Triwizard tournament that those needs never became much of an issue for her. And then she met her now ex-husband, who was able to at least satisfy her enough to sate her desires for a period of time."

There was a frown on her face as she discussed that, and Narcissa didn't dare delve any deeper into that particular issue. She was well aware of the less than benevolent feelings the Delacour family had towards one Bill Weasley, and Apolline probably disliked him most of all, as protective mothers were wont to do. Narcissa did almost point out that Apolline hadn't really answered the previous question, but she decided to leave it be. Apolline was clearly worried about her daughter's growing struggles, and there was no reason for Narcissa to push her. Instead she should attempt to offer whatever support she could.

"Gabrielle is intelligent, powerful and beautiful," she said honestly. "Surely there must be suitors of some worth that would be desperate to even be looked at by her."

Apolline laughed and shook her head. "Oh, that is the worst part of all," she said. "Gabrielle is shy and reserved when it comes to taking care of her needs, which she must get over. But she's not nearly so shy about turning down any attempts to help her. If we even mention it she gets frustratingly stubborn and refuses to even entertain the conversation. Even with how obviously difficult it's getting for her, still she refuses to let us try and find some way to help her through it. It makes no sense!"

Narcissa offered a grin. "Well, she's not alone there," she said. "Stubborn witches are in abundance on this island at the moment. I'm sure you've heard the same stories I have about the long history of arguments between Daphne and her parents if they even suggested a name of some wizard near her age that she might find to be interesting company."

"Yes, I certainly have," Apolline acknowledged with a laugh. "Those stories are one of the few things keeping me from pulling my hair out with Gabrielle, because they remind me that it's not just me and Edmund who have had to deal with this sort of thing."

--

Unbeknownst to Narcissa and the Lady Delacour, their private conversation wasn't quite as private as they believed it to be. Daphne had gotten far enough ahead of Harry and Astoria during their bickering to incidentally overhear what the two witches were discussing, and when she heard them mention Gabrielle's name she maintained her optimal distance so she could do a bit of eavesdropping. She understood why Narcissa had brought it up, as she was curious herself about Gabrielle choosing to join them on this trip and yet seemingly not having any interest in pursuing joining in on the fun.

After everything she had seen and heard, the younger veela had to know what she would at the very least witness here on this island. She also couldn't fail to see how much worse it would make the problems she was already struggling with, which begged the question of why she'd come in the first place.

When the two witches shared a laugh at her expense, Daphne strode forward to give the appearance of just now catching up to them. Their heads turned towards her, and instantly both of them started laughing even harder. "What's so funny?" she asked innocently, despite being well aware of why her arriving at that precise moment would set off such laughter from them.

While they shared a laugh about her previous battles with her parents over her past love life, Daphne pondered the dilemma of Gabrielle's current lack of one, and the problems it was causing her.

--

Aella sighed as her youngest daughter scampered out of the villa and down the beach, clad in nothing but a small pair of bikini bottoms. If there was any pair of bikini bottoms that covered less of a woman's arse than that tiny bit of fabric attached to some string, Aella had yet to see it. And she'd seen plenty of scantily clad women in her life. Daphne and Narcissa didn't even blink at Astoria's attire or lack thereof, but Gabrielle's eyes bulged as she got her first glimpse of pierced nipples.

"Now I can see that you and Narcissa have matching jewelry," Fleur said as Astoria ran by. Daphne gave her sister an amused glance when she got close enough that everyone could see her from behind. Her arse was freshly spanked, and based on the smattering of crisscrossing welts that marked her, it had been spanked quite severely at that. She was displaying to all of them that her asking Harry to give her bruises wasn't just a game for her. There were a few small welts that had done just that, though the sheen of salve across her arse would of course gradually remove from her skin.

"It seems like you and Harry reached an acceptable compromise after all," Daphne said. Astoria blushed, which wasn't common from her, and nodded.

"Mum, Harry wanted to talk to you about something," Astoria said quickly, turning her head towards Aella and seemingly trying to change the subject. It wasn't like her to avoid talking about her sexual escapades like this, and Aella wasn't the only one who picked up on her daughter's out of character reaction.

"And what could possibly make you blush, pet?" Narcissa asked.

"Nothing," Astoria said, far too quickly for anyone to buy it. Narcissa raised an eyebrow and stared at her, and Astoria whined under the scrutiny. "Nothing, mistress?" she tried hopefully, clearly hoping that Narcissa would play along and drop it. Fleur giggled in amusement as she and the rest of them watched Narcissa give Astoria a look that told her she wasn't getting out of it that easily.

"It's good that you remembered your manners, but that doesn't mean I don't still want an answer from you, pet," Narcissa said.

Astoria didn't really want to answer, but eventually caved. "He used that spell on me while caning me," she muttered.

"And?" Daphne prompted with a smirk. Astoria's cheeks flushed and she looked away.

"And you know the rest!" she said petulantly.

"Did you end up actually cumming from getting caned?" Daphne drawled. "Really? Because if so, that's something new even for you." Gabrielle let out a choked gasp in the otherwise silent air, and Astoria nodded and ducked her head, hiding her face in Narcissa's breasts as if that would shield her from the rest of them. Narcissa chuckled and stroked Astoria's hair, comforting her and controlling her at once.

"Since not everyone here is familiar enough with our play to instantly know what spell Astoria meant when she said that spell, I'll explain," Narcissa said. And she did. Astoria's whine of embarrassment was muffled by Narcissa's cleavage as the rest of them laughed at her. All except Gabrielle, that is, who squeaked and turned bright red.

--

Aella came in search of Harry, but it was him who found her instead. She squeaked in surprise when he pushed her down onto the bed, but once she adjusted she purred at seeing that he was already nearly naked before he started tugging at her clothes. She quickly reached out to pull his boxers down his legs, and he stepped out of them before promptly pouncing on her again. She threw her arms around his neck as he kissed her hard, and during the kiss she felt his cock pressing into her.

"Finally," she moaned, and then she arched off of the bed as he started to move. "Oh fuck, I missed you so much!" Harry chuckled, and it rumbled deep in his throat.

"I think you mean you missed this so much," he said. He pulled out and then thrust forward, slamming his cock home inside of her hard. She moaned desperately, unable to control herself now that she was getting what she needed so badly. She tightened her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around him, needing him close. Her fingers drew across his back until her nails were digging into it, but he didn't seem to notice. If he did notice, he simply didn't care.

"No," she disagreed, shaking her head wildly from side to side as best she could. "I said I missed you so much, and I meant it." There was an aggressiveness to her tone that she'd never taken with him. This had perhaps been the first time she'd said the words without a submissive undertone, at least while they were in the middle of some sort of sexual play, but it was necessary. She stared at him defiantly, daring him to argue with her.

Aella slammed her lips against his and writhed beneath him as if she was finally getting fucked after weeks of being under his denial charm, which of course was not the case at all. Her husband, their veela girlfriend and their girlfriend's mother had all thoroughly shagged her until she passed out just last night. And that had come after a wonderful week together filled with sexual satisfaction and relaxation.

Her words and her challenge seemed to spur something in him, because he sped up more and more from there. Harry picked her up, his arms wrapping around her while she clung to him, and she moaned at the look he was giving her. It wasn't long before she was fighting off her orgasm, desperate to have him join her and share in this immense pleasure.

He clearly noticed the look, ad she shook his head at her. "So beautiful," he said while staring at her.

"Please!" she whined, writhing around, feeling almost mad with need. "Please cum with me!"

"No," he said. "Be good and cum for me, now." The word 'good' played heavily into Aella's kink. It brought her back to that submissive state she was so used to being in whenever she was with him, and she couldn't help but scream and bite down on his neck as the pleasure exploded inside of her and made her body tremble.

As soon as her screams faded into gasping and panting, Harry was moving her through the air again. His cock never left her as he fell onto the bed with her, moving her so she was now on top of him.

"Ride me," he commanded. "I need to see just how much you're enjoying yourself."

Aella moaned and complied, bouncing on him as fast as she could. When one of his hands reached up to rest on her neck and the other made its way to one pierced nipple, she arched her back and had to brace herself with both hands on his body beneath her.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful," he growled. "Especially when you're like this, moaning and writhing on my cock just like both of your gorgeous daughters." He played with her nipple between his fingers while his other hand put pressure on her throat, though it was a rather gentle choking by his standards.

When she felt herself getting close to orgasm she sped up her bounces, and his hand went down from her neck to brush her jaw. She managed to get his thumb into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it, and she could see Harry's eyes widen in surprise when she did it. Had she been able, she could have sang with joy at the way it made him writhe beneath her for a change. He bucked up into her, and she knew it was a special achievement worth remembering. She'd never drawn such a reaction from him all on her own before, and she had a feeling he'd likely never responded in this way with any singular witch other than his three girlfriends. She hadn't gotten a reaction anywhere even close to this during any of their previous encounters, even when she did a good enough job of pleasing him that he would praise her to the high heavens and Merlin above.

"Cum!" she tried pleading again, thinking that perhaps he might listen to her now that she'd done something to impress him so. "Cum with me!"

"I expect my toy to cum with me," he replied. Just like the last time, his words pushed her even further into that submissive frame of mind she was so comfortable in with him. She was now as deep into it as she'd ever been. Those words were the final push to make her surrender to her own need, and she howled as she got what she pleaded for. That howl grew even louder when she felt him begin to erupt inside of her, both hands on her breasts as he filled her.

Aella flopped down onto his chest when they had both finished, and she cooed happily as his hand gently stroked her back. "That was amazing," she murmured.

"Agreed," he said. She leaned up to capture his lips with hers, moaning softly as they shared a taboo kiss full of emotions that she shouldn't feel for him but was lucky enough to be allowed to feel without guilt. Eventually he eased her out of the kiss.

"Get this perfect arse up," he began, giving said perfect arse a smack and then a jiggle with both hands and making her giggle with delight. "Let's head outside. There's plenty of time for me to shag you silly again during this vacation." He leaned in and nipped her ear. "In fact, I plan on making sure that you're shagged so hard while we're here that you forget your own daughters' names, genuinely, at least once before we leave. But I'm hoping to pull it off more than just once. I'll be disappointed in myself otherwise."

She highly doubted that he would fail. "If you're trying to convince me to get up, you're doing a very poor job of it," she said, making him laugh.

"Up," he insisted. "Otherwise you're going to get your daily maintenance discipline out in front of everyone for the rest of our vacation, instead of in private like we usually do." She whined in her throat, and he laughed again. "Oh, you didn't think that was ever going to go away, did you? Surely not. You got the last of what you wished for for Christmas. Now it's back to servitude, slave." The word slave had been spoken in a somewhat more teasing tone than the rest of his statement, and it made her shiver.

"Yes, sir," she muttered. Suddenly she was spun around so his cock was right in front of her face as he scooted down to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Do a good job," he told her, "or it'll be a thorough thrashing in front of everyone out there every single day." Aella immediately opened her mouth and began to gobble his cock down, feeling an excited thrill in her belly.

--

Daphne wasn't sure if she should have been surprised at how quickly things had devolved following Astoria's return and her admission of what she and Harry had gotten up to, or later on when Harry and her mother returned. Her mum had come in with such a pleased look on her face and a giddy glow about her. She'd obviously been shagged, and shagged extremely well at that, but Daphne could tell that there was more to it than that.

She was still a bit surprised, but that was primarily because of the specifics of how things had progressed rather than that they had progressed into this realm at all. That was obviously going to happen, but Daphne wouldn't have expected it to turn out quite as it had. Her mum had been pulled over to the side by Narcissa, and before she'd even spoken Daphne had seen that the Lady Black was about to establish the pecking order to the newcomers, showing them where she stood in relation to the Lady Greengrass amongst their group.

"Top off and put that mouth to work," Narcissa said. "It's been too long since I've had you on your knees for me." Apolline smirked and snickered, and Fleur laughingly assured Narcissa that she'd had plenty of practice at that recently and so was sure to impress her.

Apolline had developed a clear interest in Astoria after her display for the eldest of the three veela yesterday, but it was still surprising to Daphne that she had offered to thank Astoria for allowing her to watch yesterday and putting up with her torment. She hadn't sounded at all submissive when she made the offer to thank her, but it was definitely sincere.

Astoria looked excitedly towards Harry for permission, and he chuckled, kissed Daphne on the cheek and gave her a pat on the arse as she shuffled over to him in order to give Narcissa room to play with her mum on the beach chair Daphne had previously been sharing with the Lady Black.

"I don't see why not, Stori," Daphne said as Astoria looked towards her for approval. "It would be rude to refuse, after all."

"Go on, love," Harry added with a chuckle. "Make sure you're a good girl and ask permission from Apolline before you grab her hair or anything like that though. And of course she'll need to give you permission to cum as well."

"Thank you," Astoria said happily, and then she squeaked as Apolline drew her into a deep kiss and guided her to sit down.

"Make sure you offer to repay her for being so kind once she's finished too, pet," Harry said, and Daphne laughed at how quickly Astoria nodded her head.

"Oh, it would be lovely to have a face as beautiful as yours between my legs," Apolline said sincerely, and the entire group watched as Astoria blushed nearly from head to toe.

Daphne was starting to get dragged into the mood as well, and she nearly asked Harry to allow her to take care of him. Just before she could open her mouth to make the offer, however, she paused. After all, there were still two other guests. As odd as it might sound even to her, she was excited to share. She supposed it was a bit of a way to brag in a sense. They would get to experience the man who had fallen in love with her and learn for themselves just what she, Astoria and Narcissa had as part of their daily lives.

Besides, she got to experience him every single day, and that would inevitably include today. She would get shagged rotten at least once today, just as she always did. Harry made it his top priority to make sure that all of his girls were fully satisfied no matter what the situation was, and she knew that this would be no different.

She shared a brief look with Fleur, who seemed to be waiting for something. Daphne gave her a knowing grin and a wink, and Fleur smiled back appreciatively before strutting towards them. The veela dropped her top, and both Daphne's and Harry's eyes went straight to her perfect breasts. She'd gotten them pierced, just as she'd indicated she would. Fleur reached down and began to fiddle with Harry's waistband.

"I think it is time that I thank you for everything you've done for me these last few weeks," Fleur purred. "But I especially must thank you for making such a generous contribution to the best present I have ever received."

"Enjoy yourself, Harry," Daphne said just before kissing his cheek. "As far as I'm concerned, this is your Christmas present, and you'll make your girls very upset with you if you don't like it." Harry chuckled and rolled his eyes, but she knew that her point had been made and received despite his outward reaction. He would indulge Fleur, and he would do so free of any minor worries or inhibitions that he otherwise may have had.

Fleur finished tugging Harry's bottoms down, and she was met with the obscenity of Harry's cock springing out and slapping her right on the nose. She gasped, as did her little sister.

"Mon Dieu," Fleur muttered, staring cross-eyed at the thick cock that had just smacked her. "I'd thought Aella must be exaggerating. How is this even possible?" She wrapped her hand around his shaft and gave it an experimental squeeze which made him moan. "It seems all of the Weasleys are idiots."

Daphne smirked and Astoria giggled, knowing that she was referring to her ex-husband as well as Ginny.

"Though perhaps Ginevra just didn't like getting poked in the lungs over and over again," Fleur continued. Her apprehension over Harry's daunting size and her ability to handle it was clear on her face. It didn't stop her from shuffling over as Harry moved to sit down though. "I would like to explore you and warm myself up a bit before getting into the full thing, if that will be acceptable."

"Be my guest," Harry said, laughing. Fleur nodded and then brought her head lower, planting her lips on his balls and giving them first one kiss, then another, and then still another.

"This thing may be too much even for me," the veela groaned in between kisses. "Edmund already pushes my limits for size most nights." Daphne didn't particularly care to hear her father's endowment discussed, but fortunately Fleur didn't linger on the thought long. "I'm still willing to suffer through it at least once, of course," she said, smiling up at Harry. "I owe you at least that as a thank you."

Fleur parted her lips wide and took both of Harry's balls into her mouth, making him groan. She gripped his cock in both hands and slowly began to stroke him. Even as she slurped on his balls and gave him a double-fisted handjob, Fleur still looked uncertain over how she was going to handle his size. Daphne knew that she was going to remember that image of Fleur's cheeks puffed out, her mouth stuffed full of Harry's balls and the apprehensive look on her impossibly gorgeous face as his massive cock towered over her.

Seeing even a veela in that state filled Daphne with pride, and it also made her think that she, Astoria and Narcissa must have been truly made for this cock. Yes, it had been painful for all three of them that first time. It still was in some ways, but now the discomfort was a craving rather than an obstacle. But it hadn't been agonizing or unbearable for the three of them at any point. Instead it had been amazing right from the start, regardless of the pain they'd had to endure.

By contrast, even someone as uninhibited as Pansy had supposedly once admitted to Narcissa that during her first time with Harry she'd had to grit her teeth and bare it. Daphne well knew of Pansy's nature, but apparently she'd barely made it through that first time without passing out from being stretched and literally torn open. According to Pansy, the orgasms she'd gotten out of it had been almost unexpected when they did arrive.

Daphne was close to giving in and rubbing her pussy while she watched and basked in her own compatibility with that lovely cock, but a little whimper brought her out of her trance. There was still one guest that had been left unattended, and by all accounts that guest was in need of a bit of attention more than any of them. Daphne got up and headed over towards Gabrielle. When she got closer she realized that what she'd thought was an aroused whimper had been as much if not more one driven by frustration. She watched Gabrielle closely, weighing what she'd heard and what she might be able to do to help her.

"Would you like to take a walk?" she asked, leaning down to whisper her offer into Gabrielle's ear.

"Yes, I would like that," Gabrielle said quickly, almost hopping up to her feet. Daphne was left with even more curiosity at how eager the younger veela was.

She took Gabrielle by the hand, and even that small action was enough to make the veela squeak and blush. Daphne gently led her away, not looking back until they'd made it far enough from the rest of the group that the loud moans from Narcissa, not to mention Apolline's cries of orgasm, were much softer. Now that they were away from the noise and the wave of lust, Daphne looked back at Gabrielle and pondered what might be done.

A few thoughts ran through her head, most centrally one from a short conversation she'd had with Narcissa. It had been sort of a joke between them, but that was simply because neither of them had really thought it was possible. But the little glance from Gabrielle, the blush and the duck of her head had Daphne fighting a smirk and deciding that maybe it wasn't so impossible after all. At the very least she had enough circumstantial evidence to see where touching on the possibility might lead.

"You know, I'd expected that once the fun started you would be insatiable," she said. "I mean, considering that you've only recently become of age and you're still obviously dealing with the results of that."

Gabrielle just blushed even brighter, and Daphne decided it was time for her to be proactive. She stopped walking and spun Gabrielle around so she could hold her around the waist securely, just like Harry so often did with her. She briefly marveled at how different the youngest veela was from her mother and her older sister, both in physique as well as in personality.

Fleur and Apolline were both fairly tall and busty while also having a litheness to them. All in all they much resembled the porcelain, classic veela. A drawing of a veela in a textbook would have quite a bit in common with both Apolline and Fleur. Gabrielle, on the other hand was more petite and less busty (though by no means was she flat-chested.) But even though she was shorter even than Daphne (who in turn was shorter than Astoria), her legs still seemed endless.

And as for Gabrielle's arse? That was…well, Daphne could say with all objectivity that it was the finest arse she had ever seen. This was no small feat considering Daphne had seen Astoria's, Narcissa's and her mother's, all of which were bums that Daphne would have classified as perfection in their own right. She supposed she still would classify them that way, as they still fit them perfectly. But Gabrielle's arse was the sort of arse that Daphne could have wet dreams about. It was large and firm, not too wide and definitely the polar opposite of flat.

Unlike her mother and her sister, Gabrielle resembled hoe a smaller minority of veela looked. She and they were no less beautiful by any means; they were merely different from the standard. The prevailing theory among those who studied them was that the difference was the result of genetics from veela hailing from a different region becoming blended into the primary veela population at some point during history. Her personality also seemed to fall along those lines, as in she behaved differently than most veela. No tie between looks and personality differences had ever been discovered, but what was clear was that in both looks and temperament Gabrielle was not the average veela.

Fleur and Apolline represented the classic idea of the veela in personality as well. They were hypersexual, as all veela were known to be, but they were also comfortable being both predator and prey depending on what was better suited to sate their needs as well as those of their lovers. This was the type of veela that made witches throughout history despise them, as historically they were the ones known to seduce powerful men and steal them from their wives.

Gabrielle, however, was a rarer form of veela that Daphne had read about when she was considering introducing him to Fleur and she decided it would be wise for her to educate herself on what exactly she was getting him into. This was a minority subset of veela that, unlike the others who could effortless switch between dominance and submission, was predisposed to being sexually submissive by nature. Amusing enough, Fleur's little sister shared that in common with Daphne's sister, who although not actually a veela could easily be mistaken for one with how she looked and acted.

This smaller subset of veela was one of the primary reasons behind the creation of the covens Apolline spoke of when chatting with Narcissa. Prior to that men had started to prey on those more submissive veela, seducing them and slowly getting them under the spell enough to yank them away from their families, and subsequently enslaving them.

It made sense to Daphne why Apolline had danced around Narcissa's questions about her youngest daughter, and she honestly was impressed that even someone as sharp as Narcissa hadn't seemed to notice that she'd been given more information than she'd asked for in order to avoid having to explain the more sensitive subject. Now that Daphne was giving it more thought she was piecing things together, and understanding why Gabrielle hadn't asserted herself in order to deal with her quite obvious needs that were bringing her significant distress the longer they went unmet.

Gabrielle hadn't done the pursuing because she wanted to be the one pursued, or more accurately she wanted to be claimed and controlled. It was what her nature was calling for, but she likely had little to no trust in anyone in her age group not to abuse that level of power over her. Daphne believed that she was right to be wary of that too.

This also helped make sense of why Gabrielle had developed such a crush on Daphne's father too, beyond his magical prowess and being a handsome man (Daphne felt zero attraction to him in that way and never would, but she could still acknowledge that he was objectively a good-looking man.) He had been clear in laying claim over Fleur, and of his wife as well of course, because no matter how much she enjoyed playing on her kinks by submitting to Harry and handing him control over her, it hadn't escaped Daphne's notice that she was still ultimately drawn to her dad the most. Admittedly it was rather close these days, but Daphne knew it would never quite become perfectly balanced.

When you combined all of those traits with the fact that he was safe, meaning that he was someone who she could be comfortable giving control over to and not having to worry that he would use it to her detriment rather than her enjoyment, Daphne could understand why that attraction had come into being.

Gabrielle immediately proved Daphne's deductions had been correct when she shivered involuntarily at how Daphne took control of the situation, even in a minute way, by wrapping her arms around her and initiating ever so slightly. Daphne still left plenty of room for nothing to happen of course, and she allowed herself a smirk over Gabrielle's shoulder when her hands began to roam, pushing tentatively forward while ensuring that the young veela had plenty of opportunity to speak up or pull away if she wasn't comfortable. But Daphne had been around Astoria and Narcissa in similar situations enough times for her to feel confident that Gabrielle's behavior was that of someone who wanted this to continue.

"You know, Gabi, I did a bit of a deep dive into the veela race when I was about to introduce Fleur to my parents," she whispered into the young veela's ear. "Modern texts seem to have left something out, but the very old books in the Potter library didn't." Gabrielle's breath hitched in her throat, just before Daphne moved one hand around to casually begin untying the veela's bikini top. She paused in her attempt and then chuckled.

"I suppose it's only fair if I do mine first," she said. "You are the guest, after all." She brought her lips to Gabrielle's ear. "So long as that is okay with you, Gabi," she murmured into her ear.

"I-it is okay," Gabrielle squeaked. Daphne smirked against her skin.

"You're so beautiful it makes even me jealous," Daphne said, "and I must admit that I'm quite vain." She removed her top, and Gabrielle's mouth opened in a near-moan when Daphne's pierced nipples brushed against her back. Then she did moan, and loudly at that, when Daphne's fingers found her nipples and gently teased them. Daphne had her arching within seconds with nothing more than very light touches on her nipples, which was as clear a display as ever of just how badly the young veela needed to deal with these needs and had needed to for several months now.

Daphne moved one hand over to Gabrielle's arse and gave it a gentle squeeze. "This arse of yours is unbelievable," she said. "Did you know that every single time you turned away from Harry his eyes were glued to it?" Gabrielle blushed heavily at that, and Daphne laughed. She untied the bikini bottoms on one side. "Oh, he couldn't take his eyes off of you. But then again, it's not like I can blame him for that. None of us could look away from you."

She got the other side of the bottoms untied, and she slowly pulled them off of Gabrielle's body. The veela was panting and had her eyes closed now, and when Daphne's hand slid down and stopped just above her cunt her lips parted to let out what was the most erotic moan anyone had given in Daphne's hearing all day long. Daphne's fingers drew little teasing circles above her cunt, and it didn't take long for Gabrielle to give her what she had silently been waiting for.

"Please touch me!" Gabrielle pleaded frantically. She sounded as desperate as Astoria did after she'd been denied by arriving at orgasm only to find the spell preventing her from feeling the promised pleasure. But even then, it would usually take a significant amount of time, teasing and denial before even Astoria sounded so desperate just from light touches that weren't even directly on her.

"Oh, I don't know," Daphne said, smirking wider. "You've been so silent that I can't even be completely certain as to whether or not this is an act."

"Please, please!" Gabrielle whined. "It's not an act, please, I need it! I feel like I'm going to die if I don't get some relief soon!" She sounded like she was almost on the verge of sobbing now. "It's starting to hurt so badly, please!"

"Yes, I know that you have been foolish and neglected your needs, so I know just how much your desire must be burning up inside," Daphne responded. "But I don't think anyone knew that you had reached this stage yet. You really are at your absolute limit, aren't you? You sound so much like us when Harry denies us orgasms and teases us until we cry, and we wonder if we will end up losing our minds before he gives us what we want.

"But unlike us, who get our relief almost immediately once we reach that point, you haven't been getting any relief at all, have you?" she said softly. "You've bee dealing with this without end for days, or maybe even longer than that, haven't you?"

"It's been almost a week now!" Gabrielle cried out. "Ever since Fleur told me the story about Harry and your maman!"

Daphne laughed. "Just thinking about that day always has me raring to go, too. It's no wonder it set off a neglectful little thing like you."

Gabrielle couldn't even make another plea after that, because Daphne's hand crept down closer. Instead the veela let out a crazed sob when her nipple got tweaked, and that sob turned into a partial moan when Daphne stopped tweaking her nipple and her hand stopped tracing those circles on her skin.

"Please, I'll do anything!" Gabrielle gasped.

"Be careful," Daphne cautioned her. "Those are dangerous words, dear."

"P-please- I, ahh, I r-really will do anything!" Gabrielle whined, so desperate that she stumbled over her own words. "I'll do anything you want, a-ahh, anything, I promise! I just need some relief from someone else, because I can't give it to myself any more, no matter how hard I try!"

That bit surprised Daphne. as she would have thought that Gabi could at least briefly stall the ever-growing fire within her. But then she supposed that if that were possible veela would just take care of their ravenous needs themselves rather than needing to seek out numerous lovers (or a single extraordinary one like Harry.)

"Oh, I see," Daphne said, smirking even wider. "So you're saying that when I touch you like this," she rubbed the veela's clit very, very gently with a single finger. It caused Gabrielle to moan with such excitement, only to sob incredibly hard when Daphne stopped rubbing her to continue speaking. "And you make yourself eventually orgasm like that, it doesn't offer you even the slightest bit of relief?"

Gabrielle moaned wildly, and her legs nearly buckled just from that. "No," Gabrielle finally managed to get out. "It makes it even worse!"

"How interesting," Daphne said, chuckling. "And how often have you made it even worse on yourself by thinking about my boyfriend?" Gabrielle looked somewhat panicked by that, so Daphne reached up to lightly grab her throat. "You had better be completely honest with me about all of this," she whispered dangerously into her ear. "That's the only way you'll have any chance at having Harry take care of your needs during this vacation. Make sure you give me full transparency about everything if you want to even have a chance at convincing me, let alone Harry and our two other girlfriends, to let you play with us after this vacation so you can stay sane."

"I, ahh, I did it for f-four straight nights until I realized it was on-only making it worse," Gabrielle admitted through her sobs.

"Oh, you poor thing," Daphne said with a laugh, her tone not sympathetic at all. "Then how about this: I'll give you an orgasm so you can at least speak properly instead of stumbling over every other word. Once that's done we will talk about what you need, what I want and how those two things go together and complement each other so well. Would you like that, my adorable little veela?"

"Yes," Gabrielle said, nodding her head wildly. "Oh fuck yes, please!"

"No, no, no," Daphne said, shaking her head. "That wasn't nearly submissive enough from you, my lovely little veela. For that you are going to give yourself an orgasm right now. I want to see you torture yourself a bit more. That way I can see it for myself and more easily judge just how bad things really are for you."

"It m-makes me want to c-curl up and cry," Gabrielle said. Daphne roughly chuckled against her ear.

"Show me, now," she said. With that, Gabrielle slid a hand down her perfect body and started to rub at her clit. "That isn't a genuine effort, little veela," she tssked. She reached a hand down herself so she could hold onto Gabi's hand and force her to rub herself more aggressively. The veela moaned, squealed and actually let out tiny sobs and a few tears as she approached orgasm.

"Oh, you are going to be so much fun to play with," Daphne growled after licking her earlobe. Then she pushed Gabrielle's hand away, pinched her nipple a bit and began to rub firmly at her clit.

She watched in no small degree of awe at how quickly the orgasm took hold and just how intense it was, despite the stimulation being relatively minor. Gabrielle lost all control of her limbs, which flailed around without rhyme or reason, and her mouth just lolled open as she hit the peak of the climax. Daphne ended up having to guide the young veela down gently to the ground as her legs gave way. It had to be the least stimulation Daphne had ever needed to give someone to achieve an orgasm of that magnitude.

"Oh, you're in far worse shape than I even imagined you were," she said. "Good Merlin, my lovely little veela! You must have almost legitimately driven yourself to true madness due to your stubbornness, didn't you?"

"I didn't know it would get this bad!" Gabrielle whined. "No one did!"

--

"And I thought I was the one who was supposed to be submissive to you," Narcissa said lightly, giving Daphne an amused smile. Daphne chucked.

"Oh, you are, Cissa," she said. "At least you are when I want you to be. But let's be honest: we're more equals than anything, especially now. That's why it was so fun to make you submit to me to earn your privilege initially. But you've merely been entertaining me for the last little while, acting as if that was how things actually still were, when we both know it isn't true."

"I don't think that's true." Narcissa shook her head, attempting to act as if Daphne was mistaken, but Daphne touched her cheek with her fingertips to silence her.

"I love you, Cissa, and I appreciate you indulging my desires," she said. "But I don't want you to indulge me any longer. I've long since enjoyed being with you even more when things are equal."

Narcissa grinned at her. "You were losing your touch a bit as my mistress, I will admit," she teased. "I should have known you had noticed." Daphne gave her a teasing pinch on the arse, and then they shared a loving kiss. Daphne grinned as she pulled away, and they giggled together while watching Fleur moaning and grunting in discomfort from what they would both consider a very gentle ride on Harry's cock. She really wasn't doing anything more than lightly rocking back and forth on their lover's cock, yet still she seemed to be daunted. Apparently her words from earlier worrying about it being a bit too much for her might not be too far off the mark at all.

"You know, love, it feels like we're missing out by not having some of our own fun right now," Daphne said. "My tongue has more to offer aside from talking, after all."

"I'll never say no to an offer like that," Narcissa said quickly, making her chuckle.

"You'd be insane to do so," she said in response. A familiar giggle sounded from behind them.

"Can I help?" Astoria asked. Daphne turned her head and grinned at her sister.

"There you are," she said. "Why don't you fetch the strap-on, Stori? You can put it on me and ride it while your mistress sits on my face." Astoria darted towards the villa at top speed, making Daphne laugh at her eagerness.

--

It was late at night, and Astoria, Daphne and Narcissa were thoroughly exhausted and wrapped up together in bed. Aella, Apolline and Fleur had fallen asleep even before them in a different bed in the room. Harry was surprised that the two veela had been spent before his lovers, but they'd all gotten there in the end.

As for Harry himself, he leaned on the doorframe near the bed Gabrielle was sitting on alone, and he casually watched her for a moment. She was so lost in her struggle, which Daphne apparently hadn't helped out much with other than the one orgasm she'd given her, that she didn't even notice Harry was there. She just writhed and tugged at her bedding in frustration. It looked like every tiny brush of fabric on any sensitive part of her body was causing her distress at this point. Harry could plainly see just how badly she needed to be taken care of.

"Gabrielle," he called, and he could have laughed at how she fought to pull herself together, but he didn't. Instead he just decided to tease her a bit by having a normal conversation and act like he had no clue what sort of distress she'd driven herself to. "Are you mad at me for not getting you a Christmas present?" he asked teasingly. "You've barely spoken ten, maybe fifteen words to me in the almost two days we've been here." Gabrielle's eyes widened at that and she looked like she was fighting hard not to cry, and Harry decided to forego teasing her any more.

"Okay, Gabi," he said. "No teasing then. Get up and head downstairs so we can have a talk." He turned away from her, and after taking a few steps without receiving any reaction from her he wondered if he might need to carry her out of the bedroom, or perhaps they would just need to have their conversation right there where all of the others were sleeping. But then he heard her feet hurrying across the floor of the room and towards him, and he kept walking.

He headed off in a different direction from Gabrielle. As she went downstairs like he'd asked, he walked over to one of the beds and gently shook Apolline's shoulder until she woke up. She looked up at him groggily.

"Follow me," he whispered. She got up out of the bed as quickly as she could without disturbing her older daughter or Aella. She looked confused, but she hurried to keep up with him anyway.

"What is it?" she hissed once she'd caught up to him. "You ripped me and Fleur apart; we're both too sore to take you again." She grimaced as she said it, but then she giggled. "Such a shame. Fleur couldn't handle it nearly as well, but I rather enjoyed it."

Harry shook his head but otherwise ignored her as he led her down the stairs to find Gabrielle sitting in a chair. The younger veela's nipples were rock hard and poking against the fabric of her loose shirt, and the fact that she was nearly panting as she sat there made it clear how desperate she was. Her eyes were closed and she arched up off of the chair as if she was about to orgasm despite there being no visual stimulation at all. This was a young woman in dire need of assistance and relief.

He gave Apolline a moment to take stock of her daughter's situation before he pointed to the chair opposite her, and the mother sat down obediently. Then he picked up Gabrielle's slender body, earning a squeak of surprise from her, and he spun around and claimed her chair for himself while dragging Gabrielle onto his lap. She shivered against him and seemed ready to bolt off of his lap, curl into him, moan with orgasmic pleasure and burst into helpless sobs all at once. She was in physical turmoil, and he didn't make it much better on her when his right hand came to rest on her lower stomach just above her tiny underwear. His left hand trailed up to instinctively cup a breast underneath her tiny little shirt.

"My girls came to me and asked if I would be interested in something," he said. He paused, waiting to see how Gabrielle's mother would react. Apolline's face didn't betray any signs of surprise, which suggested to him that she had been aware of it as well whether or not she had been consulted directly about it. "I'll keep this brief, but it's clear that your youngest needs some relief before she goes crazy." He gave her nipple a gentle tweak, and Gabrielle moaned as wildly as Astoria might when they were going at it hard. He used the other hand to hold her legs completely still so she couldn't spread and hump his leg, and she was so frustrated by being held still that she whimpered and even shed a tear.

"I had no idea it had gotten this far along," Apolline said, chewing her clip in clear concern. Harry chuckled slightly.

"Well, perhaps if things had been different over the last two days it wouldn't have happened so quickly," he suggested. "But I doubt things would have gone well either way, considering how the past few months appear to have treated her." Apolline nodded in silent agreement. "First, a few things need to be addressed." Apolline started to open her mouth to ask what he meant, but he didn't give her a chance.

"We need to be absolutely clear about what this is," he stated. "This little one in my lap is undeniably submissive to her core. She may be even more submissive than Astoria, because it seems like for Gabrielle the role might not be limited to just a sexual preference. That means that this will take a fair amount of effort, between the visiting and the travel. I do have far more on my plate than just fucking desperate witches, as fun as that is."

Gabrielle's body jerked up and she twisted her neck to look back at him hopefully, and Harry laughed. "If this happens, I'm not going to adhere to whatever normal coming-of-age traditions veela usually follow," he said. "She'll be trained however I see fit, both sexually and otherwise, because I think she needs to learn how to assert herself. If she doesn't, I'm afraid she's going to get walked all over for the rest of her life."

"Yes, I've had that same concern," Apolline said with a sigh. "At times she becomes far too eager to please. It would be easy for an unsavory person to use that against her." She looked at Harry searchingly. "May I ask what you mean by trained?"

Harry laughed. "Oh, she'll be trained to be a dutiful sex slave for me and my girlfriend's dutiful sex slave, Apolline." Gabrielle's mother stared at him with wide eyes, but the young veela writhed around in his lap and made it abundantly clear how much that idea appealed to her. "Look at her. I think she knows what she wants, don't you? Of course she will be expected to pursue her other interests during the day, and she'll have my full support in that. But this will be the role she'll be trained to perform outside of that. Obviously this little one needs to agree though."

"Oh please, sir, I want to!" Gabrielle cut in eagerly. Harry smiled and brought the hand on her nipple up to her throat to choke her as he so often did with Astoria. Gabrielle writhed in his lap, and sitting across from them there was no way Apolline could deny that her daughter was in her version of heaven at that moment.

"And I'll also want you to agree beforehand," Harry said, looking at Apolline. "This little one may be of age but she is still in school at the moment, so even thought I don't technically need your permission, it does seem appropriate to ask for it."

Apolline's cheeks flushed, but she nodded her head. "I will grant it," she said. "Gabrielle needs this. She may need it even more than you know. Do you understand how veela function, Harry?"

"I understand enough to be aware that this is more than just a desire," he replied. "It's an actual need for her, much like eating and sleeping. And I understand that this little one couldn't have gone on much longer while denying herself like this." Apolline nodded seriously. "Well then, now that we've sorted that out, let's do the final part of this. Then you can go back to sleep with the comfort of knowing that I'm going to be putting this lovely slave through her paces and taking care of her needs."

His words as well as his gaze taunted Apolline, because he knew it wouldn't really be much of a relief for her and she wouldn't get much sleep, partially out of wondering what was happening and how her daughter was being cared for and partially because of the heavy arousal Apolline herself was feeling. He waved his hand, and down flew a collar. Gabrielle looked at it excitedly.

"I think she really is eve more submissive than Astoria," he remarked. "This will be a collar when it needs to be and an attractive choker when we need discretion instead. Her mistress Daphne, Cissa and Stori really are quite brilliant." He went to put it on Gabrielle, who arched and presented her neck so he could slip it on. He stopped just short of clasping it around her. "You need to do something for me."

"Anything!" Gabrielle gasped out right away.

"I need a vow from you," he said. "You're going to vow that you won't willingly allow anyone else to touch you in a sexual way unless my girlfriends or I give you permission to do so. You will vow to inform us immediately when you are at your limit, both during and after your training. You will also confirm to me that you understand that I own you, you're my property now. That means that if anyone, even your parents, asks you to do something that will keep you from doing your duties as my slave, you'll ask for permission unless you're unable to for some reason. In that case you'll make whatever you think is the best judgment possible and hope that it's the right decision so you'll avoid punishment."

Apolline gasped as the realization of what she was witnessing truly set in, while at the same time Gabrielle frantically gave her vow and willingly became Harry's.

"Now then, little one, let's make sure you don't go crazy," he said to her. "You can go back to bed now, Apolline," he said casually, flicking his eyes to the older veela for but a moment. "I'm going to spend some private time with this one now." Apolline left the room with a heavy blush on her face, and it was down to Harry and his new willing veela pet.

"Alright, my needy little veela, get those tiny knickers off and pull my cock out," he said. Gabrielle's hands shot down to make both of these things happen as quickly as she possibly could. When she got his cock out she whimpered, and Harry could tell that she was as excited as she was worried about dealing with his size. He quickly flipped her over and had her pinned by the throat with a light grip. With his other hand he stroked her cheek gently as he smirked down at her, reveling in having the gorgeous young veela beneath him.

"Look down," he growled, reaching down to push his cock flat against her body. She whimpered and whined as they both watched. "Merlin!" he laughed. "Well past your navel. I don't even know if it will fit." She looked afraid of how huge his cock was, but at the same time seemed frustrated that he hadn't slid it inside of her yet and might deny it to her. He laughed, leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. Gabrielle tried to surge up to capture them again when he pulled back, but he roughly pinned her down by the throat.

"Now don't be a naughty girl," he said. She writhed wildly below him, frantic for him to take her.

"Please, please, I'll do anything," she said. "I'm going to go crazy if I don't get some relief!" Tears started to leak out from her eyes due to pure sexual frustration.

"There is no chance this chair is going to be good enough with how excited you are," he declared. He yanked her up and pinned her with her back against his chest. His hand was still on her throat while the other hand held her waist tightly so she couldn't move. That didn't stop her from trying to grind her arse against him, but he had too firm a grasp of her to allow her to accomplish anything.

"Truthfully, I have very real concerns about physically breaking you," he whispered into her ear. "It's been quite a while since I've been with someone as petite as you. Though I've never seen anyone as small as you are that also had an arse as large and perfect as yours. Merlin, it's the same size as all of the other gorgeous witches here on this island, packed onto a much smaller frame."

"Do it then," she pleaded, barely able to get it out. "Break me, use me, own me, please!" She was silent for a moment, and then she squeaked out a "Sir!" as well. Harry chuckled.

"Okay then," he answered. "Up to your bedroom now, little one. I think you've suffered long enough."

The petite veela shot off like a silver-haired bolt as she raced up the stairs, and Harry laughed loudly before getting up to follow her.

--

Gabrielle squealed in pain as Harry sped up and went a bit deeper into her, and he chuckled at her. "You're okay, little one," he said gently. "We're halfway there." Gabrielle gasped at that.

"I've never felt anything like this," she mumbled, thinking aloud without realizing she was doing so. "How could there be double what's already inside of me?"

"I'm just as amazed as you are that I've managed to fit, believe me," he said, and her face jerked in surprise as he responded to the thought she hadn't actually known she'd spoken out loud. "But what I'm wondering is how anyone could be so impossibly tight."

She felt him kiss away a few tears that leaked out, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Please, let me cum," she whimpered. His thumb had been rubbing at her clit for the past few minutes now, as he succeeded at giving her enough pleasure to offset the pain of his massive cock inside of her slender body.

"You're crying and we haven't even started fucking properly yet," he said. "I'm having to do everything I can to not just give in and tear you in half, yet you want to have a second orgasm from just this? You're really going to be a very greedy slut, aren't you, little one? Once we've gotten you out of this silly mess you've created for yourself, patience is going to need to be near the top of our priorities when it comes time to train you."

"Please, please!" she whined. She felt her cheeks redden in slight humiliation at his words, all of them truthful.

"Go on then," he smiled. "Enjoy yourself." Gabrielle screamed in a combination of the pain caused by him thrusting deeper and harder into her and also the pleasure that came with that same increase in speed and force. Plus there was the fact that his fingers danced across her clit more purposefully at the same time. Put those two things together and Gabrielle felt utterly overwhelmed.

She wildly rocked her hips as she came, and that made it simultaneously better and worse for her since she wound up getting more cock inside of her as a result of her own inadvertent movements while trying to hump into his hand. She felt exhausted when she was finally finished, but she still needed more. And she knew that even if she didn't, Harry wasn't about to let her be done at this stage.

No, he'd already promised her that she was going to take every last millimeter of his cock inside of her tonight, and at least one load of cum inside of her stomach. As daunting as both of those things sounded, she was anxiously looking forward to both of them as well.

"I think it's time to just get it over with," he growled into her ear. "Otherwise we'll be here until morning." She shook her head wildly as he put his hands on her thighs so he could spread her legs apart. "Hands up," he commanded. She raised her hands without thinking. It was a natural, instinctive act to obey him, but she looked at him in wide-eyed panic when he waved his hand through the air and bound her hands together like that.

"Look down," he instructed. She whimpered when she saw a little bulge in the bottom of her abdomen. It was created by his cock, which couldn't have been more than 2/3rds of the way inside of her. "That is one of the most amazing things I've ever seen." Gabrielle could see the sheer excitement on his face, and even amongst everything else she was feeling, she was pleased that she could make him feel so happy.

"I'll let you get adjusted to it once it's all the way in, little one," he promised. He roughly slammed forward and shoved all the way inside of her, giving in to his temptations. Gabrielle couldn't even scream; she couldn't suck in any air or let out any sound at all. Her mouth just hung open in shock.

Her stomach bulged with him having her legs held fairly high and wide, and his cock was even forcing up around her navel so there was a little bulge there as oppose to its usual perfectly flat and tight look. It certainly felt to her like he was so far up inside of her that he was rearranging her insides to accommodate him. He stared at her with an almost frightening hunger in his eyes.

"Merlin, I…" he began, before trailing off. "Wow, now that is fucking amazing to see." She just whimpered, and then finally managed to suck in some air before he claimed her lips in a rough kiss. He bit her lip several times and made her cry out in even more pain and pleasure both. Gabrielle's head was spinning like it had never spun before, and she wasn't sure how to handle it.

Or maybe she did. "Fuck me now," she begged once he pulled his lips back. Even to her own ears the high level of discomfort in her voice was obvious, but she wouldn't have taken the words back if she could. Pain be damned, she needed this.

"I know I keep saying this, but I can't get over the surprise of just how submissive you are, little one," Harry said, chuckling. Then he pulled all the way out and thrust back in, settling into deep thrusts just like that, going back out only so he could push it all right back inside of her. Each stroke was a bit faster and harder than the last.

He found a steady pace a few minutes later, and Gabrielle thought that she must be experiencing as much pain and pleasure as could be possible while he slammed that massive cock in and out of her. There was so much running through her head as months of repressed desires were fucked out of her, and so many things she might have said to him, but all that came out was a single squeal.

"Cumming, sir!" she told him, and then she actually did so. Her vision went white momentarily as the intense orgasm ripped through her body, once again showing her just how futile it had been to try and take care of this herself. Her fingers were pitiful compared to this. They'd never been enough, and now they never would be. She needed this; she needed him.

Gradually the pleasure faded, and once it did she realized that her eyes had squeezed shut at some point. She slowly opened them and saw him staring directly at her.

"I'm going to go a bit harder here to finish off," he warned her. "Consider it a small taste of what you have to look forward to." Gabrielle stared at him in disbelief for a second.

"You mean that wasn't hard?" she whispered in shock. Harry laughed.

"This has been about as gentle as I've been in close to a year, little one," he said. "I haven't held back this much since a few months before I met Stori."

He proved that he wasn't kidding as he started to slam into her, and Gabrielle screamed and her body arched up from the bed as both the pain as well as the pleasure somehow became so much more. He fucked her hard enough that his hips making contact with her was causing a slapping sound of flesh on flesh to bounce off of the walls, and his balls were smacking hard against her every time he bottomed out inside of her.

"That's it," he hissed. "That's it, take it, my lovely little slut! Take this big, hard cock like a good little girl!" Gabrielle stared up at him desperately. She was barely able to hold onto her consciousness, let alone give him any kind of meaningful response, but she still felt herself melting into the kiss he gave her while he fucked her.

Tears flowed freely now, but she received no pity for them. He just continued to pound her despite the tears that ran down both of their cheeks while they kissed, but honestly she didn't want to receive any pity for them. No matter how much it hurt, she could tell that she was also going to have the hardest orgasm she'd ever had. She knew it was going to be amazing, and it would give her some of the relief she so desperately needed and hopefully allow her to get some proper sleep for the first time in ages afterwards. She was also likely to be just as addicted to getting stuffed full with this monster of a cock as every other witch it entered seemed to be, but that just came with the territory of being Harry's.

It took the pain of him pinching and twisting one of her nipples for her to realize that the kiss had ended, and she then realized that she had been lost in the excitement of her upcoming orgasm. "Pay attention, little one," he scolded. "Are you on the potion?" Gabrielle nodded, after which he released her nipples. "I'm going to fill you up then, so cum with me."

Her last coherent memories later were him lying down so his body was flush against hers and speeding up his thrusts yet more, which she hadn't thought was possible. There had been the pressure of his hand on her throat, and then the truly amazing sound of him moaning into her ear--moaning because she, Gabrielle, felt so good to him. That was immediately followed by the most joyous feeling of her body exploding with pleasure. The first huge rope of cum she'd ever had sprayed deep inside of her set off her ecstasy, and then she knew no more for quite some time.

--

Harry caught Aella's gaze as she watched him carry a petite, well-fucked veela back to her bed. He'd shagged the submissive veela so well that she'd passed out, so now it was up to him to tend to her.

Aella had slipped out of bed to spy, feeling compelled to watch after Apolline had woken her on her return. Being caught by him was something she would have preferred to avoid tonight, even if usually it might have been something she'd actually wanted deep down. That was because, unlike other nights where she'd look forward to the type of discipline she would get for such an act, tonight she felt differently after watching and listening to him claim Gabrielle.

She decided to try and hurry back to bed, hoping that Harry might feel like he had to let her sleep or at least leave her to her thoughts if he realized she was awake. It was a fruitless attempt though, because she only made it about six steps before she found her arm clasped in his grasp. She silently allowed him to lead her downstairs and then outside of the villa.

Harry sat down in a chair set up outside and casually positioned her between her legs. She could see his huge cock jutting upright angrily, not that this was any great surprise. That thing never seemed to calm down at any point these days.

"Kneel," he said, and she did so without thinking about it. Her head was still whirring with all her other thoughts, but her body let natural instinct take over. Harry looked at her, studied her, until she ducked her head after a few moments to escape his piercing gaze. But those few moments had still been enough for him though.

"Astoria I could have understood," he said, chuckling and ruffling her hair a bit, making her blush in the process. "But no, she was excited to have a new playmate join us, and one so similar to her at that. She views it as her having someone she can 'teach' how to be a good girl, and show her what kind of rewards good girls get.

"Narcissa even would have been understandable, but no, she had no problem with it at all. She's happy to share; no surprise there. She'll make sure she gets what she wants regardless, and besides, all three of those girls know I'll always be able to shag them until they pass out if that's what they want." Harry chuckled again and gave her hair another pat.

"But you, I find a bit surprising," he admitted. "You have a girlfriend of your own, not to mention a husband and also other various lovers such as Apolline and whoever else you and Edmund may entertain when we're not around. But nevertheless here you are, worried that I won't have time to give you what you want anymore. And dare I say it, but you're even a little bit jealous."

Aella's blush got worse as she kept her head ducked, knowing that he'd seen the truth she'd tried and failed to hide from him. She was afraid of how he might react, but he reached down to tip her chin up and force her to look at him.

"I suppose our schedule from before our vacation, where you came over and served me as my slave, is one you've come to wish was more active," he said. She stayed silent, but his expression demanded an answer and she gave it by nodding. Harry tapped her cheek in almost a mocking fashion. "You have nothing to worry about, you silly witch. I'll always have time for you. You're far too fun to play with; your kinks are unique and I really do enjoy exploring them. But even more than that, I enjoy you." That got her to blush so deeply that her cheeks almost looked purple.

"Now, how do I reassure you in such a way that you no longer have any doubts or worries?" he said, seemingly thinking out loud. After a pause, he laughed. "Oh, I have the perfect idea. It'll work especially well considering Fleur is pretty much guaranteed not to come back into our bed after this weekend with how hard she struggled to get all of me inside of her. Plus there's Apolline's ability to travel, which I'm sure will have her in your home very regularly from now on."

Harry smirked at her, and she whimpered with excitement as well as a bit of fright at the darker look on his face. "My girlfriends teased me in saying I should do this, but unlike them I never even considered it like a real option. Not until now, that is." He ran a finger across her lips, and she parted them without realizing it. She only noticed her tongue swirling around his finger after she'd already been doing it for a few seconds, and even then she didn't stop. He got a good laugh out of that.

"Now then, even with my new veela pet, I still plan on keeping you around to use," he said. "Here's how it's going to go." Aella looked at him eagerly, her head spinning and her stomach doing anxious but also excited flips.

"We've already established that I own you, especially in a sexual capacity, and we're going to make that even clearer right here and now," he declared. "You're going to take that flimsy little shirt off, and I'm going to put a permanent charm on one of your nipple piercings."

"My piercing?" she said breathlessly. "What are you going to do?" She couldn't even imagine what he, her daughters and Narcissa had cooked up.

"I'm going to modify an old spell Hermione used so we could get together in groups and train behind the Ministry's back during our fifth year at Hogwarts," he said. "Back then we used coins to communicate, and the coins would warm up so anyone would know when I used the master coin to send out a date and time for the next meeting. But there's no need for messaging now, because when I activate the charm and make your nipple piercing vibrate, you'll know that I expect you to get to my side immediately so I can use you."

"So you're going to, just, summon me to you?" she whispered. "Whenever you want, and wherever I happen to be?"

"That's right," he said. His finger left her lips and went to tip her chin up towards him instead. "And if you fail to show up, you'd better have a damn good reason for it the next time I see you. Otherwise you'll be punished, and it won't be the fun kind of punishment either. Unless you have a very compelling reason not to come when I summon you, I expect you to arrive as quickly as you can. I don't care if you're having dinner with your husband; when that piercing vibrates, you're mine."

She shivered, feeling almost dizzy at the thought. If she went along with this, he could interrupt her at any time of day, no matter what she might be doing, and demand her immediate presence at his side, or more accurately on his cock.

"This is what we've been building towards, hasn't it?" he said. "Me owning you? You want proof that nothing changes just because Gabrielle's in my life now? Well here it is. Once I apply that charm to your piercing, you're always going to be mine. Is that what you want?"

"Yes, sir," she said, her voice shaking, but not with doubt. It shook with desire.

"Then remove your shirt so I can claim you," he demanded. She did, and her head spun as he applied the charm and the magic took hold. Now it was official. Any time he wanted, he could call her to him.

"Manners, whore," he said, roughly grabbing her by the hair when she was too dizzy with what she'd just committed to and didn't say anything. He gave her a firm slap on the cheek.

"Thank you, sir," she said quickly. As she thanked him, she wondered how she'd gotten to this point. She truly meant it, and terrifyingly she also wished for something a bit rougher than the little slap, which did sting but wasn't overly harsh or cruel. Then he shoved her head down and forced her mouth to take him all the way to the base of his cock, and he casually locked his right leg behind her head so he could put his hands behind his head and relax.

He leaned back and watched her struggles, clearly amused as she flailed about. His cock was in her throat, and she struggled like always with it until her eyes fluttered and panic really started to set in. At that point he moved his leg, grabbed her hair again and allowed her to take in one big gasp of air.

Harry took over from there, roughly fucking her face. It was obvious to her that he was making sure she understood what her new role was, and she did. She understood that she was a toy to be used for his sexual pleasure, one that he could summon to service him whenever he felt like it. After making that point known she was suddenly pulled off of his cock and flipped over so she was down prone, and he was slamming into her arse without warning.

This got a shriek from her. This was the first time he'd ever buggered her, and with it coming so suddenly and without warning, so suddenly that even the charm to clean and lubricate her had hit not even a half of a second before his cock penetrated her arse, she couldn't help but try and flail about uselessly.

His arm wrapped tightly around her throat while the other grabbed her wrists and pinned them so her arms were stretched out far above her head. Then he shifted himself so he was half crouched above her, and he began to pound into her arse.

"I own this hole," he growled into her ear as he buggered her. "I own every hole. Any time I want any of them, I'm calling you over so I can use you. Because you're mine to do with as I please, just like your daughters." His taunting was tapping into her kinks so powerfully that she couldn't help cumming, and he laughed and taunted her some more for that.

Twenty or so minutes later and he was still pounding her arse, which was very sore now. He'd been relentless on her tonight even by his standards. There hadn't even been a brief slowdown, and instead she'd been subjected to a steady ramping up of intensity as he shifted his body throughout until he was fully crouched above her. He pulled her wrists to be held behind her head and then grabbed her hair just above it. Her chokehold was now over, but that didn't mean she got any rest. He yanked her up into a brutal arched position, and it all made her emit pathetic grunts and squeals from each massive thrust into her arse. She felt him swelling inside of her, and she tensed.

"Take it, slave," he growled just before erupting inside of her. Her eyes widened when, rather than stopping, he just shifted. He pushed her legs wide with his knees, knelt between her legs and shuffled his body up more and more to push them even wider apart, and then he lay flat on top of her. He moved the hand on her wrists to her mouth instead and forced two fingers inside of it while he started mercilessly pounding her again. This position was even more difficult for her to handle than the last, and the fingers made her humiliation reach yet higher heights. Her humiliation must have been plain to see on her face, because he laughed while looking at her from the side.

"What is it?" he asked her. "You didn't think we were done, did you, toy?" He laughed derisively. "Oh no; don't be ridiculous! We've been working up to this point for a long time now, you and I, and finally getting here has made me very excited. There's no way I would be satisfied with so little after such a shift in our relationship. Besides, you're the only toy that is awake right now. That means that unless one of the others happens to wake up, come down here and save you by offering herself up to be fucked in your stead, I will more than likely be fucking you until the sun rises in the early hours of the morning."

While that sounded like an incredibly exciting expression to her ears, it was at the same time a terrifying one in a sense, because she knew that he didn't say that as a figure of speech. He actually intended to follow through on it, and she had no doubt that he would pull it off. He was the type to always stick to his word when he was in a mood like this. Or any time, really. Harry Potter seemed to be the type of man whose word was as good as gold.

Even more frightening to her than the prospect of being fucked until sunrise and thinking about how exhausted she was going to be was reflecting on how aroused it made her. All the little fantasies, all the concerns she'd had about how far she might end up submitting to this younger man had come true. He'd already claimed her daughters as well as Narcissa, and now young Gabrielle as well, and Aella had been added to the list. She might be the only one of them who had another man in her life, a husband who she loved dearly and always would, but that didn't change the fact that Harry had staked his own claim on her all the same. Any time he wanted to, he could summon her and know that she would come running to service him and be used by him.

The arousal of it all forced her to cum again. That, along with the discomfort and the pleasure of his cock slamming impossibly deep into her arse over and over again, made her grunt and squeal like an animal even as she screamed through her orgasm around his fingers that were still inside of her mouth.

She certainly didn't have anything to worry about as far as Gabrielle's presence meaning he might not have time for her anymore. No, the concern now was how she was going to manage to go about her normal daily routines when she was always just one vibrating piercing away from getting her brains fucked out.