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Harry Potter and the Delacour Women

Chapter 1: Land Ho!

If you had told Harry Potter when he was a teenager that as an adult he would end up sailing the Mediterranean sea on a sailing ship that seemed to have been taken from the pages of a history book about the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries and by being it’s captain, he would have called you «mental» if only to quote his good friend Ron. But now at twenty two going on twenty-three, he was sharing his time in between sailing the Mediterranean Sea on his ship with his crew, living in his and Fleur’s homey but spacious flat in Argelès-sur-Mer or at the Delacour Estate in Toulouse where Appoline and her second daughter, Gabrielle, who was still attending Beauxbâtons, were residing most of the time. 

When Harry first arrived in France and reconnected with Fleur, It took only two weeks before they both decided to give a romantic relationship a try. They had clicked almost immediately. She was strong, free spirited and passionate. She wasn’t above to tell him off when he got into one of his moods or if he was too reckless in that blunt manner of hers. But Fleur loved her family and cherished the few real friends she had. Once she gave her loyalty, it would take a great wrong to break it. In her eyes, he had proven himself at fourteen years old when he rescued Gabrielle from the Black Lake when she couldn’t because of the Grindylows. The fact that he had done it because he was genuinely worried about the little girl made it even clearer in Fleur Delacour’s mind. Harry Potter was a good person and would grow to become a great man given time. When you got to know her, truly know her, you would see her warm and caring side.

From there, it didn’t take much longer either for things to get physical. Of course, she had to take her time and teach him what to do, what not to do, how to please her and to train up his stamina since Harry was still an inexperienced virgin. But Fleur was nothing if patient. And soon enough, he was making her see stars. Harry had always been too shy, somewhat insecure and too straight laced to use his fame to get girls during his tumultuous school career. He hadn’t done much more with Ginny than snogging and a bit of petting over the clothes in some broom closets. There had been only two times when she had let him palm one of her breasts under her shirt but over her bra. It was the furthest they ever went.

Harry had also been much too noble to take advantage of Hermione’s distress when Ron abandoned them in the tent during the Horcrux hunt. (You don’t do that to a friend.) There had been moments where things could likely have changed, but something had always held them back. But now it really didn't matter anymore. He was in a serious relationship with Fleur Delacour, so there was no longer any reason for him to go look elsewhere.

Well, it wasn’t exactly a normal relationship per se. It seemed that Fleur, bless her kind heart, wanted to help her mother to find some companionship to help her get over her husband’s death. After multiple strings of failed dates and a girls’ night where Apolline would bemoan the multiple failings of the men she dated for a while before ending things, Fleur hatched a rather devious plan. Harry didn’t knew what gave his vixen of a girlfriend that particular idea, but she somehow managed to convince him to seduce her mother with the goal to give her a good hard fucking. Even now, a few years later, Harry still didn’t know how she managed to talk him into doing just that. 

Apolline hadn’t needed much convincing to go along with the idea that first time though. She had been a very enthusiastic participant. And when Fleur decided to make that arrangement permanent, nobody protested either. There had been some ground rules to establish though. When Harry was with one woman, the others could watch all they wanted if they were doing it in a public place or if the bedroom door was left open, but they could not join them. Of course, a closed door meant that the fornicating couple wanted some privacy and their desire for such should be respected. Failure to do so would deprive the guilty party of their turn with Harry. Fleur and Apolline were open to try many things, but incest was not among them. Harry had also put his foot down so that decent protection would be involved when the girls tried to convince him to give them cream-pies one evening. Sex for pleasure with multiple willing partners was one thing, risks of unplanned pregnancies was another. No means no.

Even if Apolline was no longer as young as she used to be, (Her words, not his. Like hell he would call that Veela MILF «old» to her face! He wasn’t fireproof and even less suicidal, thank you very  much!) since she was a witch Apolline technically could bear children till much later in life than a muggle woman could do so safely. Not trusting the various birth control potions and charms to be one hundred percent foolproof, Harry rarely if almost never entertained his ladies without wearing a condom. He felt that as a man, that it was his responsibility to protect both himself and his partners from unintended consequences. Fleur and him weren’t at that stage of their relationship just yet to be ready to conceive a child and as much pleasurable it was to be able to have sex at the drop of the hat with the gorgeous mother of his kinky girlfriend, they weren’t in love with each other. 

So of course it stood to reason that Harry wouldn’t wish to have a child with her. And if his new life wasn’t already surreal as it is, it became something straight out of a porno when Apolline took him aside one day and «asked» (read seduced him into doing it) him to deflower Gabrielle as a birthday gift for the youngest Delacour since she would now be fifteen year old. Apparently it was traditional for a Veela to lose her virginity at that age, if there was a trusted male partner around their age in their circle of friends. Fleur had to make do with what she called a «battery operated boyfriend» since she had no trusted male friend near her age among said friends when she had been that age. And deflowered her, Harry did. Gabby was not only very much okay with this idea of a birthday gift, she hadn’t even wished to wait for him to bring her to the bedroom that was hers in his and Fleur’s apartment for some privacy. She just started to strip right there in front of him, much to his surprise that would soon transform into delight. Even as a teen, Gabrielle was still God damn gorgeous.

In the end, Harry claimed Gabrielle’s virginity while she was laid down on her back on his kitchen table once she was entirely naked and he got her ready; while both her mother and elder sister took to playing with themselves in their seats from the living room nearby. Hearing the younger woman’s loud cries of pleasure and shouts of encouragements asking, no begging him to fuck her little pussy harder and faster must have been a huge turn on for them since they masturbated themselves to an orgasm each. That night, Harry fucked all three of them one after the other and came on various body parts of his ladies. Gabrielle was given her very first facial after being ordered to kneel on the floor. After she had her turn of being fucked by the young man, Apolline swallowed his ejaculation like a pro without missing a single drop. The MILF even put the cherry on the top by licking her own lips sensually with her tongue once she was done.

In Fleur’s case once they were satisfied, she had gotten her own promised load all over her beautiful and perky breasts. Harry also quickly discovered that all three Delacour women were newly out of the closet exhibitionists. While they wouldn’t have sex with each other, they absolutely loved being watched in the throes of pleasure by their family members and to give suggestions for the next positions to the currently fornicating couple. They also had no more qualms of walking around partially or totally undressed when they didn’t have any guests over. Harry wasn’t the type to judge other people’s kinks, so he simply let it go with a shrug of his shoulders. 

He wasn’t about to complain about seeing attractive naked women strolling around his flat. So long as he still could fuck all three of them whenever the mood took him when he was ashore, he wouldn’t raise a fuss. Apolline did have to talk to Gabrielle to make sure she wouldn’t spill the beans though. That girl liked to share juicy gossip with her friends sometimes. It wouldn’t do for her to tell her friends what she was exactly getting into with her brother-in-law when he was home though. If she wanted a repeat she would need to be discrete.

Now we currently find our protagonist walking through the streets of a French city along the coast of the Mediteranean sea named Argelès-sur-Mer. Summer was almost there since they were in the second week of the month of June. Harry’s ship had berthed at the city’s deep sea docks about an hour earlier and after paying and releasing his crew for a few weeks’ shore leave once the ship was secured, he walked leisurely towards his apartment. He did make a pit stop on the way home at a pharmacy to buy a few boxes of condoms. After a few weeks away at sea, his ladies were bound to be ravenous. He almost couldn’t wait.

 Better for him to be prepared though. The one and only time he ran out of condoms after coming back from abroad hadn’t been pleasant for anyone, so Harry had made a habit to restock regularly. Carrying his sailor bag over a shoulder and whistling a catchy tune he recently heard playing on the radio, he stopped in front of his and Fleur’s flat. Immediately he could tell that someone was there since the protective enchantments forbidding entry to anyone were currently turned off. Harry had discovered after the war that he was much more sensitive to magic than before. He could now feel it’s presence like a very subtle sixth sense.Testing if the front door was locked as an ingrained habit, he soon found out that it was indeed unlocked.

With an amused tone of voice, he called out loud once he was inside his home

«Honey, I’m home!»

His mother-in-law answered him with happiness and a bit of mischief with a French accented voice in English from further away in the flat

«Welcome home, Sugar!» 

Soon enough Apolline arrived to greet him in person. Fleur and Gabrielle’s mother was a head and half smaller than him now that he had gotten his last growth spurt. She kept her long silvery white hair often free or in a thick French braid when needed. She was drop dead gorgeous and had a few laugh lines on her face but otherwise you wouldn’t give her more than thirty years old, if that. Like her daughters, she had beautiful sky blue eyes but she was also the most top heavy of all his lovers. Harry had no shame to admit that he absolutely loved to play with her big tits. She was currently wearing a light red camisole, he could see the straps of a red bra and a long knee length brown red skirt. Apolline was also barefoot at the moment. A quick glance on the rug nearby and he could see her heeled sandals near the door.

Harry liked what he saw, in fact he liked it a lot. Quick as lightning once he had closed and locked the door behind him, he let his sailing bag hit the floor before grabbing the older woman by her waist to more or less crush her against his firm torso. She barely had time to hiccup from the pleasant surprise, that he was already claiming her lips for some much needed kisses. Recovering from her younger lover’s sudden assault, Apolline put her hands flat on his pectorals and after a muffled moan and closing her eyes, she started kissing him back just as fiercely. Her son-in-law was a great kisser. Fleur had really trained him well. When she felt his hands move down to her lush posterior to grab it in a possessive manner, she mewled sensually once more and recognized in which direction they were now heading.

Harry obliviously wished to have sex with her. And frankly, after dealing with all the red tape and bureaucracy surrounding the Delacour estate for weeks without any relief except for her toys and fingers, she was more than willing to let this young buck have his wicked way with her. God, she was feeling so horny right now. Better for her to take advantage of being alone with him before both Fleur and Gabrielle came back from work and school respectively to claim their fair share of his attention. Not that Apolline ressented her daughters’ desires for such a prime specimen of man. She was the one who seduced Harry into taking Gabrielle’s virginity and making her a woman after all. It had worked a little too well though, since now her youngest daughter categorically refused to open her thighs for any other man than her brother-in-law. But on the other hand, Harry had now the entire collection of Delacour women as his exclusive little fuck-toys. That particular naughty thought got Apolline’s motor running like nothing else ever did before.

And it was Fleur’s generosity that had first made possible all the delicious debauchery they were now enjoying in their lives. She and her deceased husband Alain did had an healthy and active sex life when he was still alive even after years of marriage and two children. Even now part of her still loved her deceased husband. But it had never been as much exciting and as good as it was now, sexually speaking, since she had made the concious decision to become Harry’s fuck-toy. Her eldest would have been entirely in her rights to keep her boyfriend exclusively for herself. But selfless as she was, she shared him with both her mother and her younger sister. Then Harry started to leave love bites all over her neck and collarbones after turning her around so he could be behind her, snapping her out of her decadent memories. After one on her earlobe, she let out a loud moan of pleasure. She could feel his desire for her through their clothes. Then he asked her a very important question with a powerful and authoritarian tone of voice.

«What are you today, Apolline? Are you a princess or are you a whore? I’m going to shag you stupid either way, but your answer will tell me how to get you ready for it...»

Of course, Harry being Harry, he didn't stop molesting her while waiting for her answer. Not that she cared, mind you. She was now his willing fuck-toy after all, so he could touch her as much and anywhere he wanted. Now he was kneading possessively her right breast directly under both her camisole and bra and she truly loved it. Apolline liked diversity in the bedroom or wherever her lover wanted to fuck her. Sometimes she wanted the whole slow romantic seduction, but on other occasions she felt the need to be treated rather roughly. Today, she truly was in the mood for something rough. So she answered her son-in-law/lover with a moaning voice since he was now cupping her sex through her now damp panties with his other hand without letting go of her breast.

«I’m a whore, Harry. I am a needy, greedy and slutty fuck-toy who wants nothing more to be used as your personal plaything.»

It was all she needed to tell him. In a flash of movement, he drew his wand from his forearm wand holster and silently cast a specially modified vanishing charm on her clothes, leaving her stark naked in front of him. Apolline would find her clothes later on a neatly folded pile with her jewelry on top, in the bedroom she had claimed as hers when she was staying over and was not currently being fucked by their lover. It would be minus her underwear of course. Her bra and panties would be found on his own bed and she would have to be very «persuasive» if she wanted to get them back. Her lover liked to keep some trophies from time to time. Or perhaps she could try to «persuade» him into paying her a shopping trip? It was food for later thoughts. Without saying anything, Harry went deeper into the flat and Apolline, now naked as the day she was born, followed him. Soon enough, Harry was sitting in his favourite armchair. With an authoritarian tone of voice that brooked no arguments he told her while snapping his fingers

«Whore, kneel on the floor, take my cock out of my pants and then suck it! If you do your job well enough, maybe I’ll let you cum.»

Gasping with pleasure at the forceful command, the older woman hurried to do as she was ordered. Soon she was doing her very best to please him. She licked along the shaft, alternating sides and techniques. She even popped his balls in her mouth a few times. Then when Harry snapped his fingers once more, she took him halfway into her mouth without being told. He gave her a few seconds to get ready then his hand moved on the back of her head, grabbing her hair before forcing her to fuck her throat on his cock. Soon enough her saliva was flying everywhere with gagging noises filling the previously silent living room. While she was using one hand to brace herself against his thigh, the other was between her own legs eagerly teasing her needy pussy. She had to make sure to be wet enough for when her lover would be ready to fuck her. Apolline knew from experience that a lack of lubrication can make intercourse very unpleasant.

«Oh yeah...You’re such a great cocksucker, Apolline. Keep working...You really are a good whore...I have one of the best fuck-toy ever...»

Groaned Harry, getting lost in the pleasure provided by the hot naked MILF on her knees in front of him.

In reality, Apolline was anything but a whore, a slut or a fuck-toy. It was only the roles that she was currently playing for their shared entertainment. If anyone but Harry and her daughters would have called her those names outside of the privacy of the Delacour estate or Fleur and Harry’s home, there would have been hell to pay. Soon enough, the blowjob was no longer as satisfying as it had been in the beginning for the both of them, so the Delacour matriarch decided to do something more adventurous to keep the lust going. She kept blowing him a bit more to let her saliva coat his cock thoroughly before stopping the fellatio to squeeze it in between her large breasts and to start moving up and down. When the head of his cock was popping out of her bountiful tits, she would take the tip inside her mouth for added sensation. The sounds coming out of his throat due to her actions were such a nice balm for her feminine ego.

But for Harry, as much as the boob job was great, he wanted to be inside her warm and wet pussy way more than in between her big tits. And he wanted to be inside her, now! Apolline seemed to have guessed what he had in mind since she released his member from its fleshy prison. Having still his wand in hand, Harry was quick to summon toward them one of the brand new boxes of condoms he had left near the door with his sailor bag before returning his focus inside the holster. His current lover grabbed the box from the air, opened it and fished one packet quickly. 

Apolline tore it open with her teeth, spat the plastic strip from her mouth to the floor before carefully putting the rubber on his erect member. The middle aged woman personally felt that the standard anti-pregnancy potion and a «morning after» contraception spell would have been more than enough, but her «Master» had been raised in the non-magical world. Some Muggles had rather odd values after all. So his insistence for extra protection must have been something that came from his upbringing. But she wasn’t about to let that stop her from being fucked. 

She clambered on his lap, facing away from him. While she used a hand to position his member to her entrance, he was helping support her weight with his hands on her waist. Then with a shared groan of pleasure, Apolline sheathed his member inside of her cunt by lowering herself on it. Usually Harry would give his lover some time to get accustomed to the penetration, but not today. Today, Apolline Delacour was a whore and she would be fucked like one. So Harry went from passive to bouncing the hot mature woman on his dick at a fast pace, which earned him loud shouts of pleasure escaping her mouth once the initial surprise wore out.

«Oh! Oh yes! Mio Dio! Oui! Oui! Fuck me! Baise moi! Baise moi Harry! Baise ta putain! Oh yes! Mon Dieu! It’s so good! Harry più forte! C’est si bon! È così buono!»

Harry couldn’t help smirking, feeling quite proud of himself. Apolline only lost control of which language she spoke when she was thoroughly lost in the throes of pleasure or if she was unspeakably horny to begin with. To hear her switch between English, French and Italian at random while shouting her pleasure was great for his ego. Then he let one hand leave her shapely hips to go grab a bouncing breast in a very possessive manner. Of course it earned him more moans and declarations of pleasure from his fuck-toy, but that was the plan. It felt so good to be inside a woman after so long at sea. Next trip he’ll see if he couldn’t convince Fleur to come with him. At least with one of his whores sharing his cabin at night he wouldn’t be so deprived once he came back.

«God, you’ve got such a great rack, Apolline! I truly missed your big tits and your hot MILF cunt when I was away at sea.»

Her sole answer to those comments was a rather sexy smirk on her lips and more moans of pleasure.

Harry suddenly decided to let her rise and fall on his cock by her own means only to take both breasts in his hands, while giving her amorous kisses and hickeys all over her neck and collarbones. They kept fornicating on the chair for a while longer, but Harry wanted her in another position. So with one last pelvis strike, he removed the mature woman from his lap, much to her vocal disappointment. But she didn’t have time to whine much more than once or twice since he ordered her to position herself on all four on the floor, rapidly falling on his knees behind her a few seconds after she obeyed before sticking his hard cock in her pussy once more and grabbing her possessively by the hips. Both lovers cut a feverish pace in their mating, truly needing the pleasure it gave them and the release said pleasure would bring them. 

Of course, Harry’s hands didn’t stay on his beautiful whore’s well shaped hips for long. He caressed her back, her long hair, her sides. For a while he even grabbed her shoulders for a better grip to really start hammering inside her pussy which had the effect of making her scream her pleasure much louder than before. It was a very good thing that the flat was under so many protective enchantments, or else her screams would have alerted the neighbors by now. Apolline was so very glad that she had taken Fleur’s suggestion to take her boyfriend for a spin. He was a truly amazing lover. He was fucking her so good. But after only a few minutes, Harry could no longer resist the siren’s call that was his middle aged whore’s bouncing tits. He took them in hand, squeezed them, played with them in a very possessive manner before declaring out loud

«Mine! Do you hear me Apolline? You are mine! My slut! My fuck-toy! My whore! All mine!»

She quickly answered him in a voice lost in pleasure

«Yes! Yes! Oui! Yours! Juste à toi! All yours! I am your slut, your whore! Please fuck my slutty pussy harder Harry! I’ll let you do anything you want to me! Just make your fuck-toy cum!»

Harry had discovered early in his acquaintanceship of Fleur’s naked body that he was a breasts man through and through. Not that he couldn’t admire other things on a woman’s body, but his eyes always went back to their chests when he could safely do so. He had even lucked out with the fact that all three of his ladies possessed a great rack. His naughty angel Gabby was the one with the most sensitive pair of tits among his fuck-toys. He could make her cum by only sucking on her cute rosy nipples for a short time. Harry swore that he would never get tired of being allowed to use all three Delacour women as his personal playthings. So long as they were in his and Fleur’s apartment or in the privacy of the Delacour estate, they were at his every beck and call. And they were always very eager to answer his every sexual whims. There were only three golden rules for him to follow if he wished to continue living his current life. 

First of all, no matter what she had to say about it, that it was before, during or even after intercourse, he had been made aware that it was strictly forbidden to knock-up Gabrielle until she was at least twenty years old. (The family had discovered that Gabby had a very intense pregnancy fetish a few days after she officially became Harry’s third whore.) Secondly, Harry wasn’t allowed to have sex with another woman that wasn’t a Delacour without Fleur’s prior approval. And thirdly, it was absolutely forbidden for him to «rent their services» to other people. Apolline, Fleur and Gabrielle Delacour were «high society french whores» and all three of them were the sole property of Harry James Potter. Nobody else could ever obtain this privilege. And it was only quid pro quo that the Delacour women wouldn’t be allowed to have sex with another man outside of their «owner». Other than making them engage into incest and follow his own rules that he had established at the beginning of their arrangement, Harry could do anything he could ever imagine with them.

At this point Harry was only asking them if they were willing to have sex with him to be polite and considerate of their feelings. He could have just taken what he wanted from them and they would have let him do it without making a fuss. Why would they make one? They had all individually and collectively decided to become his personal whores after all. They all knew very well what they had been signing for from the very beginning and the Delacour women were quite happy with their life choices. There were absolutely no regrets at all. 

In fact, all three Delacour women were even happier than ever before since they became Harry’s very own fuck-toys! In their sanctuary, all three could let their guards completely down and let their allure run free without any worries of causing any sort of incidents. In the outside world they all had to be fierce, strong and independent women to fight sexism in their every day’s lives, always being in control to make sure their allure wouldn’t leak and cause problems. And that is also without mentioning the bias against Veelas in general.

Those were all negatives that were still present in the French magical society even if it was less prominent than some other countries. But in their homes alone with him, they could all let themselves go and relieve themselves of their burdens for a time. That Harry was now entirely immune to any and all means of mind control and also really great in the sack, now that Fleur had trained him up to her lofty standards, was just the icing on the cake really. All three Delacour women personally saw it as a more than fair bargain to give Harry an exclusive, unlimited access and «ownership» to their sexy bodies in exchange. They had never looked back even once since then.

Back to the current intercourse in between Apolline and Harry, the young man had moved the older woman so she was now resting on her back once he saw that she was starting to struggle to stay on all four at their current rhythm. She had her legs wide open while Harry had put them against his torso and shoulders. He was plowing her sopping wet sex with a restless energy in his deep and powerful trusts. In between moans, groans and shouts of pleasure, both Apolline and Harry were quite often sharing sloppy french kisses. And of course, his hands couldn’t stay away from her big bouncing tits for really long. He kept squeezing them, toying with her erect nipples with his thumbs. It felt so good to be with a woman again after so long. He truly loved sailing these days, but he was always sad to leave his lovers behind. The constant debauchery with three more than willing women had spoiled him frankly. When one wasn’t in the mood, which was rather rare, he could always get his pleasure from one of the other two.

Harry shook away the fond memories of past debaucheries, focusing more on what was currently happening. He picked up the pace of his thrusts inside her heated sex, making him grunt his pleasure louder and making Apolline cry out her own with a higher pitch of voice in answer. They were both truly backed up. Harry was a man of his word though. He had said in the begining that he was going to fuck Apolline stupid and that’s exactly what he intended to do. But his knees were starting to tire from holding up his weight. A change of position was needed then. Soon, Apolline was riding Harry since he was now on his back and holding her hips, cow-girl style with a renewed fervor. Of course, his eyes couldn’t for the life of him look elsewhere than her heaving breasts. He had apparently decided to do something else about it when the young man got his torso up to claim one of her erect nipples in between his teeth. That action was enough to give his beautiful and horny whore her much awaited first orgasm. There would be a few more at the very least before they would be done.

It would be early evening by the time Apolline and Harry were done. As promised, he had fucked his whore stupid. She was currently sleeping off her exhaustion still stark naked in her bed. While Harry had cleaned all the mess their fluids had caused with a few flicks of his wand, his eldest fuck-toy was still showing all the marks he had left on her skin. He knew by now that she would wear them like a badge of honour so there was no need to heal anything if there were no wounds. In the meantime, he set out to do his laundry and cook something for supper. His other ladies were bound to come here once they saw that their mother was not at the Delacour estate in Toulouse. He was looking forward to seeing them again after his long absence.

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In the early Saturday morning a few days after Harry’s arrival, Gabrielle Delacour was now enthusiastically working her very first shift for her brand new summer job. The lucky girl had quickly found a very pleasing job for herself. She was currently naked as the day she was born (Gabby hadn’t bothered to put on a nightie after Harry had fucked her to an amazing climax the night before.) and her sexy body was shaking from the sheer force of the movements done to her. Gabrielle was laid on her back and moaning up a storm on her sister and brother-in-law’s bed. Her fine legs were currently held under her lover’s armpits as he was quite busy plowing her wet and hot snatch while watching her still growing tits bounce erratically.

You see, Gabrielle had recently been hired for a part-time job as a prostitute in what used to be the brothel owned exclusively by her family. Technically she shouldn't be working just yet, since school was still in session until the end of next week. But Harry had made a remark the other day that she was now old enough to earn her own pocket money and to not always bother her mother for some.(She kept blowing her allowance on many things and not all of them served much of a purpose.) Seeing it as a really good idea since it would teach her youngest how to manage her money, Apolline had presented Gabrielle with the options of either being given what would have been a mere pittance for an allowance once every two weeks or to earn her own money by working part-time in one of the Family’s owned businesses.

After some consideration once the teenager decided to take an early start by not waiting until school officially let out for summer; Gabrielle had chosen to work in the sex trade since it offered a pretty good salary. And there was also the fact that the job didn’t require much education. And just like her sister and mother, Gabrielle didn’t have many taboos to begin with outside of incest. Her relationship with her sister’s boyfriend had also managed to help her get rid of a few more. Like for example, being seen naked and in the throes of pleasure by someone other than her lover. Since Harry’s naughty angel categorically refused to open her thighs for any other man than her beloved brother-in-law and in accordance with their mutually agreed arrangement that marked her as one of his personal and exclusive fuck-toys; all her future customers would have been women.

It would have been the case had she worked in the establishment like a regular employee that is. It turned out that her lover had recently bought half the shares from the very highly rated brothel founded and owned by the Delacour family so he could legally have a say in it’s running. Apolline had been easily convinced by Harry’s business proposal in exchange of being bent over one of the couches in one of the sitting rooms of Delacour Manor, stripped totally naked and fucked into a stupor like the ever horny whore she truly was in front of her spectating daughters.

Because Harry categorically refused under any circumstances to share one of his beloved and beautiful fuck-toys with strangers, he had officially bought Gabrielle’s freshly signed magically and legally binding employment contract for his personal and exclusive use. Of course, such a thing had been very costly even with his partial ownership of the business; what with the needed steps in the obtaining of all the necessary permits and the various legal fees attached to the process to make sure everything was above board and legal. But the last Potter had more gold sitting in his vaults at Gringotts bank than he could ever spend in his lifetime. After all the crap he had to deal with in his life before getting together with Fleur, spending a few thousands Galleons with the only purpose in mind to buy back Gabrielle’s contract to insure that no one but himself would ever touch and fuck his own whore was of little to no concern to him. So now Gabrielle was no longer only just her dearly beloved brother-in-law’s youngest fuck-toy.

She also was his privately hired prostitute in the eyes of France’s magical law. That particular fact aroused her like nothing else before! Truth to be told, her lover didn’t really need a legally and/or magically binding contract to plow her teenage pussy whenever he wished to do so. Gabby was one of his very willing fuck-toys after all. If her «owner» wished to have sex with her, he could just take what he wanted from her wherever and whenever. She would simply let him do so with little to no questions asked. But now, she was starting to earn her own money by doing exactly what she had truly enjoyed doing since the day after her «master» claimed her virginity at her mother’s behest. On top of that, Harry could still have her at any time of the day whenever he was in the mood. It was a win-win situation for everyone.

Then her «owner’s» voice snapped her out of her mental fugue enough so she could process what he was saying and answer him in kind by exclaiming her pleasure

«You like that Gabby? You like being a real whore now and being paid in cash to be used as I see fit? Are you happy with your brand new summer job?»

«Oui! Oui! Oui! Oh oui! Encore! J’aime tellement ça! Baise ta belle petite pute Française, Harry! Fuck me more! Keep plowing the teenage cunt of your whorish sister-in-law faster! Harder! MON DIEU OUI!! I love this job! You make me feel so damn good, baby! My life is now so fucking good since I choose to become your willing fuck-toy!»

Harry did as he was begged to, he kept plowing his naughty angel’s soaked cunny harder. He truly liked to see her pert tits bounce with the aftershocks of their pelvises striking each other and hear her shout her pleasure out loud. Then he freed one of her legs to go take hold of a breast with a hand. He started to kneed it actively and play with the erect nipple with his thumb, loving the feeling it brought him to have it in hand. Of course Gabrielle absolutely loved being pawed all over by her brother-in-law/lover, so his actions only caused her to moan even more. But soon enough the currently fornicating couple found out that they weren’t as alone as they first thought. Fleur had come out of the bathroom down the hall and came back into her and Harry’s bedroom to finish getting ready for work. She had a towel tied around her waist hanging a bit low on her hips, leaving her beautiful breasts entirely bare most likely for Harry’s viewing pleasure. And she had another one tied around her head to help dry her long hair. It seemed she had just been taking a morning shower.

She was quick to notice that her younger sister had stolen her «spot» in her bed and that Harry had been quick to «take care» of the intruder. A rather large part of her wanted to just drop her towels on the ground and climb back into bed to wait for her own turn to be used as her boyfriend’s slutty fuck-toy, but sadly she had paperwork to fill at her cubicle/office at the bank. Her direct supervisor was a big stickler for the rules and any excuses for tardiness had better be good ones. And much sadly, wanting to indulge her carnal urges with her boyfriend by acting like said boyfriend’s horny fuck-toy instead of going to work would not be a valid one. While Fleur couldn’t really afford to be late, she took solace in the fact that she only had a half-day work shift. So if all went according to plan, she should be back by noon and would most likely receive the same treatment than her younger sister. Harry had always enjoyed taking care of his ladies’ every need, so he would more than likely be very amenable to her request. So while Gabrielle and Harry were very busy going at it like rabbits, Fleur dried herself off then regretfully started to dress.

She took advantage after Harry sharply ordered Gabrielle to kneel of the floor and to suck his cock like a good fuck-toy to ask her boyfriend once near him after slipping into some knickers

«Could you please help me hook-up my bra, honey?»

In between the slurping sounds of Gabrielle giving their «owner» a sloppy blowjob, he smiled lovingly at her and answered

«Sure! No problem, love.»

After a quick grope of her big breasts, which had for result of Fleur playfully rolling her eyes and putting an amused smile on her lips, Harry did exactly as he was asked. Then once his task was done, he brought back his entire focus on his prostitute. Without any warning, he grabbed a fistful of her hair then started to force Gabby to truly fuck her face on his cock and then to deep-throat him. For all that her natural talents in the bedroom were honed by the constant practice, deep-throating was something Gabrielle was currently still struggling with. She would need to ask her fellow whores for some more tips on how to deal with her rather annoying gag reflex. By the time Fleur was entirely dried and dressed for work with some help from her magic, Harry had physically thrown Gabby back on the bed. Said action made her let out a little surprised yelp and he ordered her sternly while paying no mind to the sounds she had just made

«I want you on all four and right now, Missy. I’m going to mount you like the slut you really are.»

Gabrielle was quick to do as she was ordered with a beaming smile on her face. Just like her mother and sister, she truly loved being taken on all four by her «master». Gabby also really loved being called a slut, a fuck-toy or even a whore while Harry and her were having sex. Those terms actually described her to a T, so being called those particular words were not at all degrading or insulting in her mind. Harry had just bottomed again in his youngest whore’s soaked cunny with a low grunt of pleasure while holding her firmly by the hips when a slender hand turned his head to the side by his chin. Harry gladly gave the goodbye kiss that his lovely girlfriend and very first fuck-toy was asking since she now would be leaving for work.

«I should be back around noon, darling. I do hope you will be done playing with my sister in her role as a hooker by then, because I will want the same treatment that you are currently giving her. I haven’t spent nearly enough time naked and being fucked truly senseless since you came back ashore, Mon amour.»

She said to him after their kiss while easily ignoring her sister’s constant bedroom banter and delirious mewls of pleasure. It was a very common sight by now. All three Delacour women were like that whenever they had sex with their man. Harry was quick to reassure the love of his life with an understanding smile.

«No problem, darling. I should be done playing with Hooker Gabby in about an hour or two. I’ll cook us something for lunch. Maybe some Bouillabaisse? And you know me, I'm insatiable when it comes to you three. You don’t have to worry, you’ll get your fix and then some. I also feel like I haven’t plowed your sweet cunt nearly enough for my tastes since I came back home and I will rectify that when you come back from work. Have a good shift Fleur.»

Once Fleur left the bedroom to get away from the enthralling siren song that was her sister and boyfriend’s sounds of intense coupling, she went all the way in the entry hall where the apparition point was and after picturing clearly her destination in her mind and not what was currently going on in her bedroom, Fleur spun slightly on her heel to the right and vanished with a light sound of displaced air. Direction: Gringotts Bank, Paris Branch.

The relationship between Gabrielle and Harry was rather an odd one ever since they started to sleep together. It was part adoptive big brother, part boyfriend and part stepfather. Technically by now, Harry could be said that he was dating all three Delacour women at once even if Fleur was the official girlfriend while their mother and her were merely his mistresses. Harry could slip easily into all three roles with her. The big brother part was when he doted on her, letting her get away with some harmless flights of fancy. He would buy her some things at random to make her smile or to spoil her a bit. The stepfather part came more or less when she was being too childish and making things harder than necessary for her poor overworked (and previously underfucked) mother.

That time he made her stand in a corner, face to face with a wall in his kitchen for over an hour (as a punishment for starting a huge fight with her sister for no valid reason) was only one example among many of the discipline he would instill in her, when he or his mother felt that it was needed. And Harry didn’t tolerate any grumbling or back-talk from her when he was in that role. She had only tested the waters twice and the second time she did so, he refused to sleep with her for an entire week as punishment! It was needless to say that she hadn’t tried her luck a third time. She didn’t want to go two whole weeks or possibly even more without his cock in one of her holes and being forced to hear him quench his lusts on her mother and sister without being allowed to even watch!

Then came the boyfriend part of their relationship since the night he took her virginity at her mother’s urging. Once Gabrielle made it clear to him that she was truly interested in getting the same package deal that both her sister and mother were currently enjoying and knew exactly what she was signing for, all his restraint over her evaporated like snow under a harsh sun. There was no real courtship in between them and Gabby didn’t mind it one bit. But he did take care of her in many ways. Sincerely, who needed small pecks on the lips and romantic strolls with some hand holding when she much preferred sloppy french kissing and practising her oral skills on his hard cock?

From day one, if Harry wanted to touch her, he simply did it. It wasn’t out of character for him, in private that is, to just slip his hands inside whatever she chose to wear that day to play with her breasts for a few moments or to simply squeeze or slap her bubbly butt while they were passing each other in a hallway. He was also doing the same thing all the time with her mother and sister and they weren’t complaining. Hell, there were times when he just ordered the three of them to stay naked all day long. Those particular days were the best in her opinion! He would take them at random moments and places until nightfall. She was rather disappointed that Harry categorically refused to have sex with her anywhere else than in the privacy of his and Fleur’s flat or in the Delacour’s ancestral home, but she understood the reasons why. Gabrielle was an educated high society whore after all, not some mindless bimbo from the boonies. Her shapely body wasn’t her only asset, she had a sharp mind also.

At least when they were staying at Delacour Manor, Harry readily accepted to have sex with all three of his fuck-toys in the inner courtyard outside when the weather permitted it. For Gabrielle, there was something infinitely liberating in feeling the gentle wind blow on her bare tits and cunt while her mother, older sister and herself were very enthusiastically whoring themselves out to their «pimp». Back to the present, Harry was now plowing her soppy wet cunt with much more strength and passion than before by grabbing her by the shoulders. Being a good girl was so very much overrated anyway. Good girls didn’t get taken in every position they could think of in every room of their house while being intensely watched by their naked female family members who were waiting for their own turns.

Good girls weren’t given mind shattering orgasm after orgasm by the greatest and sweetest guy the Delacour family knew of. Good girls didn’t get to watch their brother-in-law entirely dominate and have sex with their mother while playing with themselves waiting for their turn. Good girls weren’t used in such a delicious manner as willing sexual playthings. Gabby absolutely adored her current life as the third whore of Harry Potter. Thus she was absolutely not a good girl and really didn’t want to become one if it means losing everything advantages her current life possessed..

She did moan much louder when she felt one of his powerful hands leave her shoulders to grab her jiggling breasts one after the other in a rather rough manner though. Her «master» was so totally a breasts man. Then when he hit her G-spot inside her sex, she truly lost it

«OUI! OUI! OUI! OUI! OH BORDEL! C’EST ÇA! JUSTE COMME ÇA! BAISE-MOI HARRY! BAISE-MOI! CETTE PUTAIN T’APPARTIENS! BAISE-LÀ PLUS FORT! C’EST SI BON! Harder! Plow your sexy teenage little fuck-toy even harder! Uh! Uh! YEEEEES! OH BREED ME! PLEASE BREED ME MASTER! I want your seed in me! Knock me up! GIVE ME YOUR CHILD!»

That, that was her breeding kink showing itself in the midst of one of her most intense orgasms in her life. Technically she knew that she was too young mentally speaking to be a mother and perhaps even physically, but during such intense sex she had absolutely no brain to mouth filter. And becoming a mother was a big fantasy of hers. To see and feel her body change, the possibility of giving life...It gave her goosebumps just to think about it. When she would be old enough in a couple of years and if she was still whoring herself out to Harry at that time; which frankly would be a very good possibility since so far Gabby absolutely adored being her brother-in-law’s fuck-toy, she would most likely sincerely ask him to be the father of her children. It was exactly because of those desires that there was a golden rule against making her pregnant before she was at least twenty years old in their salacious pact.

Both Harry and Gabrielle played together with great enthusiasm for almost another hour before they had to stop. But not before Harry removed the condom he was using as protection to come all over her sweaty breasts and face after ordering her to kneel on the floor in front of him. Both were now rather hungry and thirsty after their morning work-out. All in all, Gabby was quite happy about how her day began. She had just gotten laid and worked a good first shift for her new job at the same time. Since she was now a private prostitute and in charge of her own work hours, she wouldn’t be paid by the session or by the hour like the regular employees of the Delacour-Potter brothel. She would be paid instead on a weekly basis. Her paychecks would come straight from the brothel’s bank account to hers even if her only customer was Harry. Gabrielle would have to learn how to balance when she would let him fuck her for free or when she would need to charge him for her services though.

Both «owner and fuck-toy» took a nice hot shower together but outside of some light petting, groping and kissing, they didn’t get back into their regular debauchery. Once dried, dressed, watered and well fed, Gabrielle left the flat to go visit some of her friends but not before she got her breasts squeezed in a pleasant way by Harry for a few minutes under her blouse and bra and got a few goodbye french kisses while he was groping her. She would later find out that her «master», in a fit of whimsy or perhaps as a joke, had left a few franc bills in one of her bra cups. Gabrielle wasn’t certain if that was her tip for her performance during her work shift, what with now being his private prostitute, or if he simply felt like giving her some mundane pocket money. She also knew by now that he would refuse to answer any questions on this subject if only to annoy her. So she would simply roll with the punches so to speak and not give him the satisfaction of knowing that he got under her skin. Gabrielle didn’t want to lose the fantastic mood that her «customer» fucked into her earlier this morning.

-xXx-

Harry was a man of his word. After having his fun with Gabrielle earlier this morning he had done some needed housework around his and Fleur’s flat. He did some laundry, changed the drapes of all the beds, hid away the sexy underthings that he had claimed from Apolline the last time he played with her. He also washed the dishes by hand but he did use magic to charm the broom to swish around the floors. His women liked to tease him sometimes about how domestic he could be. But after being «raised» by Petunia Dursley nee Evans, he was still a bit of a neat freak even years later. He did cook something for Fleur and himself. Said young woman would be glad to have a home cooked meal once she came back from doing battle with the bane of every organization; paperwork. It was a tedious but sadly needed, job.

Once Fleur had sated her appetite for actual food, Harry decided that it was now time to sate her appetite for sex. The love of his life was soon naked as the day she was born. She was wearing no jewellery of any kind, no make-up, no hair ties and most importantly, no clothes at all. Her eyes were closed and her breath was fast in between her loud moans. One of her hand was cupping one of her own sizable breasts and toying with her hardened nipple while the other was caressing her lover’s hair since he was on his knees with his head in between her wide open thighs.

Said thighs were resting on the love of her life’s strong shoulders. She was currently sitting on the couch and enjoying being on the receiving end of the oral sex for once. Don’t get her wrong, Fleur loved being on her knees sucking vigorously her future husband’s cock with the intention to drive him crazy with desire or being forcefully taken on all four until she was seeing cross-eyed and sore all over after so many orgasms. She wouldn’t have decided to sleep with Harry to begin with if it had been otherwise. But being on the receiving end of the oral treatment once in a while was quite nice.

«Oh oui Harry. Just like that! Please mon chéri, keep going!»

The young man did as he was asked by the breathy voice of his lover, he kept teasing every erogenous zone he could get with both tongue and fingers. He wanted to get his girlfriend really heated up for the main course. Through her breathy moans, Fleur guided Harry where she wished him to touch and lick her and damn, it was very good. A particular swipe of his tongue got him loud curse words in French. He smirked at hearing that. If she used such coarse language so early, it meant that he was doing a good job. Then she came undone when he proved to her that Parseltongue had other uses than to speak with snakes.

Soon enough after she recovered from that particularly explosive orgasm, Fleur was straddling her sitting boyfriend, his hands on her hips, while she was kneeling on the couch. She was busy fucking herself with great delight, a megawatt smile on her face and moaning out loud her pleasure on his condom covered hard rod. Since she was facing him, Harry had her bountiful breasts bouncing in his face so he did what came to him naturally, he started to devour them like there would be no tomorrow. Harry felt that he had truly lucked out since all three of his fuck-toys were quite blessed in the chest department. Sure, Gabrielle’s tits were still a tad small compared to Fleur’s or God forbid, Apolline’s, but she still had some growing to do. Freeing his mouth from her breasts, he let his hands migrate from her hips to her luscious rear to help her set a faster pace since he wished to fuck her a bit faster and groaned with his eyes half closed

«Oh fuck yeah! God, I needed to plow your sweet cunt so badly, my beautiful Fleur. It feels so damn good! No offence to both your little sister and your mother, they truly are both great shags. But you’re easily my favourite in between my three whores my love.»

And it was the honest truth. For as much as he took full advantage of his rights of ownership and free use over both Apolline and Gabrielle’s made for sin bodies, Harry quenched his lusts much more often with Fleur than with the others when he was ashore. And the eldest daughter of the late Alain and Apolline Delacour took great pride in being her «owner’s» favourite. Fleur had held some doubts that she had kept silent after she had decided to bring both her mother and sister into this arrangement. She was subconsciously fearing that her boyfriend, her future husband really, would prefer his «shiny new toys» over his beloved girlfriend. But she shouldn’t have worried at all to begin with. Her Harry was much too loyal to abandon her and toss her aside like that. She knew that he would be sad and disappointed since he truly enjoyed being able to fuck both her mother and sister whenever he wanted; but if she ever said «no more» he would immediately stop touching them because he truly loved her. It was thus with a clean conscience that Fleur would still keep giving her heart, body and soul to the young man whose hard cock she was currently riding.

Still, her thoughts were percolating in her mind while her body was enjoying itself immensely being given what she craved by her lover. Perhaps it was time to speak seriously once more with Harry about their future? It had never been in doubt that one day, she would be bearing their children. At first, the possibility of them having children of their own had been years away, but now... Hum, perhaps they could let Mother nature decide when she would fall pregnant by stopping to take her contraceptive potion? She had to also admit that she truly wanted to feel what it would be like to have him sheathed inside her femininity without a condom in the way to dull the sensations. And what was the vulgar term for a man deliberately having an orgasm inside a woman’s vagina again? Ah yes, a cream-pie!

Fleur had to admit that she would love to discover the kind of feelings she would likely get by being given cream-pies during their play times. From what she knew about the past from her previous researches, the whores of the more distant past were more often than not taking many customers per night without any kind of reliable protection. Fleur would really like to try the «good old method» sooner rather than later. But only with Harry! There was absolutely no possibility that she would allow another man than her «master» to touch her like that. The eldest Delacour sibling was Harry’s personal fuck-toy and only he could touch her. She would also have to talk in private to her mother about perhaps joining her in those hypothetically unprotected sessions with pregnancy as a possible result...later. Sure, if Harry had ever asked Apolline to give him a child, she would more than likely had allowed him to take her without any kind of birth control in the way without thinking first. It would likely had been because she would have been so used by now to be his submissive and obedient fuck-toy while they would be having sex.

Hence why this needed to be a conscious decision made while in full possession of all their mental faculties and not when Harry was using their shapely bodies for their shared pleasure. Right now they had no more words to say, both enjoying the sensations of their coupling and movements too much to do more than grunting and moaning loudly their shared pleasure. Once more, Fleur congratulated herself mentally to have convinced both her mother and sister to follow her lead into whoring themselves constantly out to Harry. They hadn’t needed much convincing to begin with, it was indeed true, but it was still her who first had the idea.

Back to their coupling, Harry had seemingly decided that he wanted his fiancee in a different manner. Soon she was delicately laid down on her side on the floor of the living room, with Harry taking place behind her. She languorously and seductively lifted one of her fine long legs with the goals to arouse him further and to give him better access to her pussy. The arm that was behind her neck was guided by her loving efforts so his hand could take hold of one of her breasts as much as he liked. Which he did quickly in his usual possessive manner.

It was not just a question of preference, Harry truly needed to grab one of his girlfriend’s big beautiful tits right now. Soon, his hard rod was back where it belonged, right inside her heated and wet sex. Straight from the beginning Harry was totally unbridled, taking her with great speed and power. And it was exactly what she needed right now. They would more than likely make sweet and tender love later behind their closed bedroom door so they wouldn’t be bothered. But now she needed to be fucked and fucked hard. The hand on her tit was now busy alternating in between playing with it and it’s twin and also teasing her rock hard nipples, making Fleur continuously gasp her pleasure out loud due to the combined sensations, alternating in between French and English.

«Oh mon Dieu oui! Yes! Yes! Oh fuck yes! C’est tellement bon, mon amour! Fuck me! Keep fucking me Harry! I’m your personal fuck-toy and I love it! Oh yeah, Just like that! Continue de baiser la chatte de ta pute préférée, JUSTE! COMME! ÇA!»

And that’s exactly what Harry kept doing, that is vigorously plowing the sweet cunt of his favourite whore.

While Harry still preferred speaking in English since it was his native language, his years of living in France and the help of his new family had helped him greatly in learning how to understand, write and speak fluently in French. He could also handle himself rather well in Italian and Spanish. Fortunately he had crew members that spoke the other big European languages like Portuguese, Sicilian, Greek or even Arabic for when they would came ashore in Egypt. So he had no problem into understanding what his wonderful fuck-toy was babbling about when she kept switching in between French and English while shouting her pleasure out loud. It was a good thing that their flat was covered in protective enchantments of all sorts, if not everyone passing by would have likely heard them. The walls here weren’t that thick even if they had no neighbours nearby to inconvenience, what with the Delacour Estate technically owning the American model duplex with both exterior and interior stairways. Fleur and him were mostly living in the upstairs flat for the moment since the one downstairs was currently undergoing some renovations.

Harry truly enjoyed his hard earned privacy and the relative anonymity that was offered to him by living in France. He would have never gotten the same deal by still living in the United Kingdom. Rita Skeeter and other gossip mongers would have sniffed out his current love life in a heartbeat if he had still been living over there. No, it was better to keep living here in France with occasional visits back to the UK. His beloved whores and him had no need of making the British papers’ front pages.

Fleur and him played together all afternoon, alternating in between bursts of intense sexual activities and some needed rest. To finish things off with a bang, Fleur was now on her back on their lustrous kitchen table with her legs intertwined around her «owner’s» waist as he kept plowing her soaked cunt. One hand was bracing his weight on the table itself since he was hunched over his love while the other kept molesting with renewed enthusiasm and obsession her bouncing breasts. Both lovers never seems to be able to get enough of each other, hence their very active sex life. But now it was the end game so to speak. The finish line was in sight. It was a good thing, because exhaustion was creeping closer by the minute for the both of them. While she hadn’t been fucked truly senseless, Harry had easily satisfied all her needs for now.

Moaning out loud she said to him in a breathy voice

«Just... mm yes...a bit more, mon amour. I’m... almost! Almost there! Oh God yes! Keep going! Don’t you dare stop plowing my cunt!»

Harry was using all he had to keep the love of his life satisfied. Stamina freak he might as well be, even a person such as him had limits. And he was reaching them fast. Seeing that he would not last much longer, Fleur decided to take herself in hand to help him. While one of her hands was tangled in Harry’s hair since he was now quite busy leaving hickeys all over her neck, the other one travelled all the way to her currently filled sex to reach her clitoris. Once she reached it, she started to stroke it rather vigorously so she could help her incoming orgasm along. A few minutes later, both lovers moaned loudly their incoming release. The young man didn’t pull out of the woman who will be his bride, knowing that the condom would do its job.

Both lovers stayed like that, cuddling together on the floor in post coital bliss. Until the hardness of said floor reminded them that here were more comfortable surface where they could cuddle. With great reluctance, Harry removed himself from his wife-to-be's pussy and helped her stand up. Once they were both on their feet, Harry surprised Fleur by taking her in his arms in a princess carry. Her «eeep!» of surprise got an amused laugh out of him, but other than just hide her flushed face in his collarbone, she did nothing else. Once in their bedroom, they cuddled for a good while on their bed, half dozing. A few hours passed before both lovers reluctantly got up for a nice relaxing bath. Fleur and Harry would end up making slow romantic love in the bathtub before supper instead of in their bed.

That night, Harry went to bed with his three lovelies. Apolline understood that her son-in-law was too tired to play with her that evening after sating her two daughters and didn’t mind waiting until the next day for her turn so long as he fucked her first. She could be reasonable when needed. Contrary to her youngest daughter she did have good self-control. It was a peaceful night for them all.

Chapter Text

Harry Potter and the Delacour Women

Chapter 3: The Whores Who Loved Me.

Early the next day, Harry kept his promise to fuck his second whore first. All four inhabitants of the flat were completly naked since Harry had said that he wanted to ogle his other ladies’ sexy bodies at the same time while he would be occupied plowing Apolline’s hot MILF cunt. They all were currently in the kitchen with the mature woman laid flat on the table, grabbing the side with her hands for dear life since her «owner» was busy taking her quite roughly from behind. The mature woman wasn’t complaining, her loud moans of pleasure and her enormous smile told her audience that she loved being in her current situation. Since today promised to be a nice and hot day if the forecast didn’t lie, Harry had asked his ladies, before keeping his promise to Apolline, if they would be in the mood to prostitute themselves for him all day long. They could have held the session in the flat’s living room easily enough, but with how nice it promised to be outside today, it would have been a shame to not take advantage of it in the inner courtyard of Delacour Manor.

While it was much more one of Gabrielle’s many fantasies than the other women’s, it didn’t mean that both Fleur and Apolline didn’t like outdoor sex. In fact they both liked it a lot. They were simply not obsessed with it as much as the youngest among them was. So yes, the three of them would be more than happy to whore themselves and stay naked all day long for Harry's pleasure. He was their «owner» after all, so if he wanted to use their bodies to sate his lust, then they were more than willing. Add in the factor that Gabrielle was going to be fucked while «on the clock» and she was more than happy to be the one to cook breakfast for everyone this morning in exchange. She would have gladly whored herself for free today since she had her first shift yesterday morning but her «pimp» had different ideas. Harry had told her that while she wouldn’t be working the regular day shift of office workers, she should expect to be «on the clock» every other day and at odd hours. Gabrielle had a strong feeling that today was going to be simply fantastic. Outdoor sex in her favourite place with her boyfriend was already great, add in her family as spectators to watch them during intercourse and money rightfully earned by doing what she loved on top of it to sweeten the pot even more? Sign her right in! 

To make sure nothing bad happened to her just in case, she put on Fleur’s apron over her naked body before starting to cook. While she wasn’t a disaster in the kitchen per see, Gabrielle clearly wasn’t as good a cook as both her mother and sister. So it was better to be safe than sorry. Back to the other three, Fleur had her legs wide open while sitting on her chair, openly playing with her sex and breasts while watching the love of her life take what he wanted from her mother’s made for sin body. Fleur absolutely adored watching Harry sexually dominate both her sister and mother. It turned her on like nothing else. And while she would never do anything incestuous with them, she wasn’t ashamed to admit liking to see their naked bodies on display either. Being gorgeous was running in the family after all. Then Harry stopped what he was doing, took out his hard rod out from Apolline’s soaked sex, much to her vocal displeasure and ordered the both of them with a tone of voice that brooked no argument but made them all feel weak at the knees from sheer desire

«Apolline, I now want you on your back. It’s time for me to watch your big beautiful tits bounce while I fuck you. Fleur, I want you down on your knees and you are to lick and suck my balls while I keep plowing your mother’s sweet pussy.»

Outside of their flat or Delacour Manor, they were all three independent, free and very intelligent women. But inside the bounds of those properties, the Delacour women were his fuck-toys and they very well knew their places by now. Fleur and Apolline were quick to obey, both having large beaming smiles on their faces. They loved it so much when Harry ordered them around like that during intercourse! Soon, the moaning sounds picked back up, with Harry all but mauling his second whore’s breasts, Fleur, who was now on her knees and giving him some more attention, had for effect of spiking up his own pleasure. Of course, his slutty girlfriend was teasing her soaping flower at the same time with the fingers of one hand. Then Apolline had to shout her own pleasure out loud while playing with her big breasts, knowing that their «master» would be watching.

«OH MON DIEU, OUI! FUCK YES! Just like that! Continue de baiser bien fort la chatte chaude et humide de ta deuxième putain! I’m yours! all yours! Only yours! Body, mind and soul! I love it so much when you use me like the horny, dirty fuck-toy I really am in front of my daughters, Harry!»

Harry also loved having his way with any one of his beloved playthings in front of the others. The sheer power they had given him over them was really addicting. There were some moments where he had to take a step back and recenter himself so as not to break one of their rules. The number of times he had almost asked or even ordered his whores to play with each other was off the charts. Sometimes he was wondering if it would be worth it to bring the subject of adding someone else not related to the Delacour family to their unusual arrangement, if only for the chance of seeing some hot lesbian sex. Deciding to take his mind off that tangent, he said out loud without stopping pounding Apolline’s sweet MILF pussy

«Gabby, can you stop cooking for a minute and come here please? I want to play with your tits for a little bit.»

The youngest Veela in the room quickly stopped manually mixing the pancake mix, then put the bowl down on the counter before approaching her «master». She gave him one of her sexiest smiles before sensually removing Fleur’s apron, giving him a clear view of her beautiful naked body. Harry removed one hand from his second fuck-toy’s bucking hips and used it to grab his third one by the waist to crush her against him. He was quick to silence her cry of surprise with a kiss. While it had started simple, the kiss was soon deepened when their tongues came to play. While kissing her, Harry’s free hand wandered down to her backside to squeeze it in a possessive manner.  Of course, it made her moan in pleasure even if it was muffled. Gabrielle was his prostitute and so long as she wished to keep their current arrangement going, he was going to keep milking it for all it was worth. And if she wanted to keep working for the family brothel on the same contract even after school started up again in September, he wouldn’t mind one bit. Then he released her shapely backside to do what he had originally wanted. Play with her teenage breasts. Harry squeezed both of them a bit, pinched and twisted her erect nipples in between his fingers.

Harry played with his third whore’s still blooming but already so sexy body for a bit longer before sending her back to her job with a slap on her ass and having Fleur take her place at his side. Of course, Gabby was sulking a bit but she knew she would have more than enough attention in an hour or two. Patience was a virtue after all. Now Harry was groping Fleur’s amazing body everywhere he could in between hungry kisses while still sawing back and forth inside Apolline’s soaked sex.

Fleur’s pouty tone of voice then came to break the waking dream after one of their french kisses

«C’est pas juste, maman. Don’t hog our owner all to yourself. I want some too. Mon amour, could you take me before breakfast too? I would really like to have my turn sooner rather than later. Shouldn’t I have some sort of preferential treatment? I am your first whore after all.»

Harry grunted loudly his pleasure but answered without releasing Fleur’s firm breast since he had been playing with it and also without stopping plowing Apolline’s sweet pussy before he said

«Sorry love, but I made a promise to Apolline yesterday to fuck her first thing the next day since both Hooker Gabby and you drained me dry the day before. Because of that she didn’t receive her daily dose of pleasure. Don’t you worry sweetie, you will have your turn when we get to the Manor a bit later. And yes, you’re quite right. You are indeed my very first whore. But I also have two others to take care of. You don’t get to have preferential treatment because you are suddenly jealous of the attention I pay to them, Fleur. Not when it was your idea in the first place to have convinced your mother and younger sister to start prostituting themselves to me on a regular basis. 

For as long as the two of them wish to belong to me, It is both my duty and privilege to use their marvelous bodies as I please. Don’t forget Fleur, you are my private property just as much as they are. You trained me to tame you and to make you mine in all the ways that matter. Which I did. You also gave me the explicit permission to do whatever I wanted to you and your family so long as the rules we all agreed on at the start of our relationship were followed. I will use your stunning body as my personal sex doll when I decide to do so and not a minute before.» 

Fleur could only blush rosily at hearing that. It was nothing but the truth after all. She then dropped the subject and recognized that she would have to be satisfied with what she currently has.

It took about twenty more minutes for breakfast to be ready. Even after the «protein shake» Apolline drank, she had worked a good appetite and was quite hungry. They all had to eat up to obtain some more energy for the activities they had planned for the day. Harry and his lovely fuck-toys had a busy day ahead of them after all. Fleur did have a surprise gift for the love of her life though. He just had to make sure he had heard correctly what his beloved told him in between bites.

«Could you repeat that Fleur? I’m not certain I heard you correctly in the first place.»

He said, with a bewildered tone of voice.

Fleur answered him with a sweet loving smile and a soothing tone of voice, knowing by experience that it was unwise to spook him when he was like that

«I said that starting from today, you can now stop using condoms when you wish to have sex with us. At least with my mother and I. We both really want cream-pies Harry. And if maman or I get pregnant, well to be frank, we really don’t mind. I was always going to bear our children one day soon my Harry, this is just me advancing the schedule a little bit. Today will be quite special though, since you will also be able to take Gabby without using condoms and give her as many cream-pies as you both desire for the next forty-eight hours. She’s at the wrong time of her cycle to get pregnant anyway. She had an exemplary conduct these last few months; Maman and I think that she truly deserves a reward. And it’s not like we didn't take precautions to begin with though, just in case.»

Harry then stopped looking at Fleur and turned his attention toward his other lovers. Gabrielle was clearly over the moon at the notion that there was now a very real possibility that her «pimp» would have unprotected sex with her, while Apolline was evading his gaze in a rather shy manner while blushing rosily. Needing to hear it from her mouth, Harry then questioned his oldest lover with a no-nonsense voice

«Second whore! Answer me honestly. Do you really want me to fuck you bareback or were you just browbeaten into accepting this by your eldest daughter simply because she’s my wife in all but name?»

The mature woman was now panting heavily, her face even more flushed. Unrestrained lust could be seen in her eyes before she answered breathlessly 

«Yes master. Your second whore truly wants to be taken without any protection. Sex with a condom was really good, don’t get me wrong; but it would be so much better without one. I don’t care if I end up carrying your child as a consequence. In fact, the chance of my «owner» getting me pregnant with his child excites me even more! I want, no, I NEED to feel the warmth of your seed inside of me as you use my body for your own pleasure. I am one of your exclusive fuck-toys after all, you should truly make the most use of my slutty body for your own pleasure.»

Harry blinked with sheer incomprehension for a little while before starting to weigh the pros and cons of such a thing. Then he asked a question whose answer he should have already known by now, if he wasn’t sometimes still as dense as he had been as a teenager

«But why? I thought our arrangement was just for fun,  you know, for spicing things up. Why would you want to risk the chance of becoming pregnant by having unprotected sex with me? Being convinced by Fleur into regularly «whoring» yourself to me is one thing, it’s part of the game. But a pregnancy? That’s...I lack the words, truly.»

It was Gabrielle who answered him with a «Are you truly this dense?» tone of voice and with her hands on her hips after getting up from her chair

«Because we love you, silly man! All three of us are head over heels in love with you, Harry James Potter. I believe I can speak for all of us by saying that we wouldn’t have accepted to enter this game of Fleur’s and letting you use us and treat us as your personal fuck-toys at anytime you wanted if it wasn’t the case! Not with so few rules in place to protect us in case things turned sour, if we hadn’t some kind of strong feelings for you to begin with, nom de Dieu! Do you think we would have let any other man except from the one we came to love to claim «ownership» over our bodies and to let anybody else call us derogatory and degrading nicknames to begin with? The answer to all of those questions is no. We decided to become yours because we were falling for you even back then. Now stop hesitating and just go with the flow, bordel. Je vous jure, les hommes...»

That was the end of that particular discussion. Harry of course knew that Fleur loved him and it was needless to say that he loved her right back. But he hadn’t realized yet that his two other whores were also head over heels in love with him. That is, until he was told about it. Sometimes it seems he was still as clueless and dense about women as he had been during his school career. The rest of breakfast was quiet after that. Harry, for himself, wasn’t exactly certain of what his deeper feelings were for the other two Delacour women. There was a great deal of affection and obviously an enormous amount of lust, but romantic love? He would have to think about it for a good while before having an answer to give them. The young man was feeling quite lucky that they actually wouldn’t cut him off for the waiting period. If they had done so, today’s planned activities would most likely have been cancelled. In Harry’s mind, It would not have been a «proper» prostitution session without all three of his sexy whores stark naked and eager to be taken after all.

Once they had all eaten their fill and washed the dishes, all four of them went to put on their personal dressing gowns but not before Harry had the chance to play with his tree fuck-toys’ naked breasts for a few minutes. It would have been a rather tactless move to scare the House Elves at the Manor by strolling all around the place in their birthday suits after all. Which was why they had taken the time to put something on to hide their nudity. One after the other, they disapparated from Harry and Fleur’s flat. They re-appeared shortly after at the Manor’s apparition point and took the closest path toward the inner courtyard. The three women had to use all what was left of their self restraint to simply not run all the way there. They simply couldn’t wait to remove their dressing gowns to be naked once more and to start whoring themselves to their «pimp»! The fact that today there would be no condoms involved at all was quite an enticing bonus. Cream-pies, here they come!

Once they arrived safely at their destination, Harry had his women take place one next to the other before he slipped behind them. He started things up with Gabrielle by undoing her belt and slipping his hands inside the gown to quickly go grab her breasts. Her breath hitched when he started to squeeze them and she moaned out loud when he decided to use his thumbs to play with her still erect nipples. Soon she had shrugged off her gown, being the first of the quartet to be naked once more. After a few butterfly kisses along both sides of her neck and a caress to her sex, Harry let her go before going toward Fleur. He did to her the exact same thing he did to her younger sister for a few minutes before moving on to Apolline. Harry truly adored playing with the bodies of his three fuck-toys. It was like a dream that had come true for him to be able to touch and see them in their entire naked glory at any time he wanted when they were in private.

Since he had already shagged Apolline quite hard before breakfast, she would not have the first round. It wouldn’t have been fair to the others after all. Normally he would have likely started with Fleur, what with her being his wife in all but name; but since he had said earlier that he would use his naughty angel’s sexy body while she was «on the clock», Harry decided to get his money’s worth from his prostitute. Quickly enough she was on her knees giving him a good and enthusiastic blowjob while bracing herself against his thighs; after helping him remove his own dressing gown once he snapped his fingers while looking at her specifically that is. Since they regularly held whoring sessions in that particular inner courtyard during the late spring, all summer long and even sometimes in early fall, it was already furnished with their every need in mind. There was a roof covered sunbed large enough to hold comfortably all four of them on a separated deck, the well tended ground and grass were quite smooth and without any rocks or potholes to hinder the quartet. It was why his ladies had no difficulties staying much longer on their knees to blow him or when he was taking them on all four when he was not in the mood to have sex in bed. There was even a top of the line Jacuzzi that could hold comfortably ten people, charmed to run on magic rather than on electricity. Harry had more than once used his fuck-toys back to back in it, so he could attest that it was a very nice experience. Apolline had spared no expenses into making the inner courtyard their personal and private playground. 

Her daughters and she have to maintain the strident standards that were expected of them as High society whores after all. In their mind, Harry also deserved to be given the very best from his fuck-toys. And soon, they would be able to hold prostitution sessions all year around since Apolline had recently hired a firm of professional wards-crafters to keep the inner courtyard at a decent temperature no matter the seasons and/or the weather. The experts weren’t scheduled to start their work until this fall, so Harry and his ladies wouldn't be forced to put their future sessions on hold for the duration of summer.

Near the patio on which the Jacuzzi was resting, there was a bar there with the cupboards full of various types of refreshments, both alcoholic and not. Harry wasn’t a teetotaller but he had found out quickly that sex with his lovely fuck-toys was much better when they were sober. A bit of alcohol to remove inhibitions could be helpful, but too much and their fun had a sad tendency to end much too early. There was also a fully furnished bathroom not far from the courtyard inside the Manor for the needed cleaning after their activities. Now Harry was helping Gabrielle suck his cock since he had a fistful of her long silvery-blonde hair in his hand, guiding her back and forth head movement. And since his third whore wasn’t shy about letting her tongue play with his member, Harry was groaning his pleasure out loud without stopping playing with her nice tits with his free hand. Both Fleur and Apolline were sitting nearby on cushions they had summoned to them, their legs spread wide open as they played with themselves without any shame whatsoever while watching their fellow fuck-toy being used by their «owner», waiting impatiently for their own turn.

Soon, Harry had ordered his personal prostitute to place herself on all four. He made her wait a bit, loving her current look. Gabrielle’s face was red from exertion and lust both. Her rapid breath was doing wonderful things for her breasts and her puffy pussy was dripping from arousal. She was more than ready to be taken. Fortunately for Gabby, Harry was not in the mood to let her stew for too long. Her imploring gaze came at the same time he sank to his knees behind her. He grabbed her by the hips before entering her sex for the very first time without a condom. Both moaned out loud, awed by the sheer pleasurable sensation. While Harry knew the differences in between the sensations, what with his first few times were done without one while having sex with Fleur at the beginning of their relationship, Gabrielle did not. So she was even more vocal than usual as he began to plow her sopping wet pussy.

« YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! MORE! GIVE ME MORE! IT’S SO GOOD! IT’S SO FUCKING GOOD! AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! OH YEEEEESSS! ENCORE PLUS! BAISE-MOI HARRY! BAISE-MOI! PLUS VITE! PLUS FORT! KEEP PLOWING YOUR HOOKER’S TEENAGE CUNT! MAKE ME EARN MY PAY THE HARD WAY! BAISEZ BIEN FORT VOTRE TROISIÈME PUTAIN, MAITRE! »

Harry gave Gabrielle exactly what she craved. He was slamming inside her wet and hot cunt hard and fast, knowing that she was absolutely not in the mood for something slow and romantic. No, that was more Fleur’s thing when she was not too backed up. His hands were grabbing her shapely hips and he had trouble looking away from either her bouncing breasts or her face distorted by the sheer pleasure she was experiencing. If this was the difference in the pleasure she could feel without her «owner» wearing a condom when he made use of her body, she would follow her menstrual cycle much more religiously to earn the right to get more bareback whoring sessions! Then all her thoughts vanished when her «master»’s hands shifted from her hips to her shoulders and he started to take her with much greater speed and strength! From there, she could do nothing more than to keep howling her pleasure incoherently and move her body in ways to receive even more of it.

Needing to slow down after a few minutes of this very hard pace, Harry did so gradually and when it was safe to do so, he removed one of his hands from Gabrielle’s dainty looking shoulders to urgently palm her bouncing tits one after another. Her moans of pleasure were a sweet music to his ears and the sensation of her soft flesh in his hand was something he could hardly do without. Yes, it was officially decided. The next time he set sail, he would bring his whores along with him. While it was much more fun to have a real crew to serve with him on his ship, Harry could run it easily enough on his own with the help of his magic. So that way, his ladies and him would be alone and he could have his way with them anywhere on the ship and at any time during the day or night without bothering anyone or having to hide. After all, no other man but him had the permission to see his three fuck-toys stark naked and in the throes of pleasure. Also having their warm bodies cuddled against him in his cabin’s bed at night would be a real treat. Needing to give his knees a break and also seeing Gabrielle having a hard way to keep her balance, he changed positions. He took hold of her delectable body and held her against his torso after stopping his powerful thrusts in her soaked sex, which had for effect to make her whine in disappointment, but it was only temporary. Harry sat on the grass and soon encouraged Gabrielle to shift herself back and forth on him and even bounce a little. They had to be careful with the bouncing though, or else he would slip out of her wet cunt. Soon, the soft sighs and the mewling started anew. With the softer pace, Harry could maul her breasts and nipples to his heart’s content with both hands and spray her neck and shoulders with soft kisses and playful bites.

After a loud gasp of pleasure came out of Gabrielle’s mouth, Harry growled in her neck just below her right ear

«You’re such a fucking lovely French whore, my Gabby!»

After hearing that, Gabrielle couldn't help the happy little smile that crossed her pouty lips in between her moans and mewls of pleasure. She was as proud of being one of Harry’s whores as having been born a Frenchwoman. So by being called a French whore and told by him that she was very pretty, her «pimp» was really stroking her ego it seemed. His statement had also the amusing bonus effect of being entirely truthful. If she hadn’t already given him everything she could offer him from her body (except for a child, but that was still a few years away), she would have believed that he was buttering her up for something. She loved the feeling she got when he was inside her, trusting in her hot and drooling sex, bringing her so many consecutive orgasms; how he made her body sing just for him. He didn’t see her as Fleur’s annoying younger sister. Harry was seeing Gabrielle as her own woman, his naughty angel as he liked to call her, with her own dreams and ambitions. When she wasn’t busy being thoroughly debauched though, since being a whore and a prostitute for Harry Potter was like a constant feverish waking dream when he was making use of her body.

Gabrielle knew she was gorgeous, she was a Veela after all. But her brother-in-law had always encouraged her to keep pursuing her own goals and to not give her detractors the means to hurt her. Her lust had always been very powerful ever since she entered puberty, more so than most Veelas around her age. She had always taken care of herself with the various toys her mother had bought for her or her own fingers, until things suddenly changed. Gabrielle would have never poached her sister’s boyfriend. But being offered to share...When her mother asked her if she wanted to give her virginity to Harry for her fifteenth birthday, she had pounced on the occasion. It had been everything she ever dreamed and more! And when she was given the option to have more by Fleur, well to be frank she would have most likely accepted a poorer deal than what she had gotten. But as much as she wanted to keep being shagged stupid right now, things were quickly spiralling out of control. Gabrielle wouldn’t have much of a choice in between stopping or not, since her «master» was approaching closer and closer to the edge. And she was getting rather anxious to receive her very first cream-pie. She would have preferred to have a few more orgasms, but it was just her greedy slutty side talking right now. Gabrielle would have a few more at her next turn, that she was certain of. The Delacour women were whoring themselves to their «pimp» all day long after all. Then it was the moment of truth as Harry was on the brink of his own orgasm

«Get ready my naughty angel, I’m going to cum inside your slutty little pussy! Your very first cream-pie!»

He said to her with a strained voice still full of lust.

Her own voice was betraying her excitement, since she moaned out loud in answer

«Yes! Yes! Give it to me! I want it! I want your cum so badly! Breed me! Breed me! Breed your whore! Cum inside me, master! Cum inside your third fuck-toy’s teenage cunt! »

With a loud groan escaping his mouth and after roughly sheathing himself in her to the hilt, Harry did just that, minus the breeding part that is.

The sheer sensation of the liquid heat invading her sex was enough to send her into another delirious orgasm. She received about seven or eight jets of seed inside her in total all the while she whined some nonsensical gibberish. Once both got their breath and wits back, Harry let his hands play with his current lady’s breasts for a few more minutes, before slowly getting up. Once he had removed Gabrielle from his lap, the younger woman was still sitting there, somewhat a bit dazed, with her legs partially open. There for everyone to see, was her «master’s» cum slowly leaking out of her thoroughly debauched femininity. 

Harry only managed to take five steps away from Gabrielle before he was pounced upon by his wife of a Veela turned hungry lioness. He barely managed to catch her in his arms before she was devouring his mouth. Needing some rest after his physical intense bout with his naughty angel, he stumbled his way toward the sunbed. Fleur was relentless, she was using every trick she knew to reanimate his erection and Harry wasn’t minding one bit. It was always such a sight to see her in that state. Once he fell on his back on the sunbed, Fleur wasted no time to mount him and grind herself on his recovering member. Since he was being stimulated by a very gorgeous naked woman, it didn’t take long for Harry to get his second wind. Seeing the look she was sending him, he knew that she was waiting for the command. It was a prostitution session after all. So her husband in all but name told her after slapping her perfectly shaped bum

«Ride my cock, whore!»

Fleur gave her «owner» a truly beaming smile at the order and her nickname before doing just that. The moment she sheathed him inside her, they both mewled out loud. He loved being inside Fleur, it always felt like coming home after a long absence. In no time at all, she was riding her husband in all but name, alternating in between bouncing and shifting her hips back and forth. His hands were caressing and groping her everywhere. Sometimes she would lay down to kiss him on the lips, other times he would straighten up on the sunbed so he could latch his mouth on her erect nipples to either suckle them or bite them tenderly. Of course, such actions had her moaning her pleasure even more. She needed him so badly…

Then just to tease her more, he let one hand glide from her hips straight to her engorged clitoris to play with it. The effect was immediate, she clamped her pussy harder on his member and she let out a long and loud shout of pleasure

«YES!»

Once she came back to Earth, she kept bouncing on him for their respective pleasure, their eyes not leaving each other’s gaze, well until they decided to kiss each other frantically that is. Fleur kept riding her «master» with her eyes wide open without stopping moaning and spouting random bits of bedroom banter. It felt so good to whore herself to her husband in front of her family! With the light of the sun illuminating her sweaty skin, her silvery-blonde hair and with her big breasts bouncing with each movements of their pelvises, for Harry she truly looked like a sex goddess right now. They kept pleasing each other into this position for a good while longer before feeling the need to change things. 

Soon he was behind Fleur, now both on their sides. One of her legs was held up by one of his hands for now, his other arm was under her neck so he could grab a breast with that hand. Since his hands were currently full, his favourite fuck-toy had to put him inside her. It was not a great chore from her part, she loved having him inside her after all. Once she had sheathed anew his hardness inside her heated core, Harry and Fleur both let out a loud moan of pleasure at the sheer sensation. Soon the sounds of skin slapping against skin came back with a frantic rhythm. One hand was squeezing roughly her big breast while his mouth was raining kisses all over her neck and her clavicle. He even gave her a few love bites and hickeys, knowing that she really liked it when he left marks of ownership on her. While husband and wife in all but name were going at it like a pair of rabbits on the sunbed, Gabrielle had now recovered enough to get up from her sport and half limp and half stumble towards where her mother was sitting. Apolline’s fine long legs were open wide, she had one hand still teasing her breasts and nipples while the other was playing with her drenched flower. She was watching her eldest daughter and their shared lover have sex while waiting her own turn. She was becoming impatient though. She truly wanted to be taken without a condom. The last time it happened, her husband Alain was still alive. She was brought out of her thoughts when she saw her youngest sit near her. Apolline stopped playing with herself before addressing Gabrielle

«By the way you acted, I can take a guess and say that you enjoyed your very first cream-pie, dear?»

The mother knew the answer before it was given, but the conversation would be a great distraction before she lost her cool and forcefully joined her eldest daughter and their «pimp» in bed.

«Oh oui, maman! J’ai adoré! I truly loved it! It felt so different! I mean I had Harry’s cum about everywhere on me by now, but the feeling of having it splashing it inside my vagina was just...wow! I just can’t wait to feel that sensation again!» 

The almost childish wonder of her youngest daughter made her chuckle with fondness. It was good to see her like that. Harry’s inclusion in their family was a good thing on many levels. Mother and younger daughter kept talking of this and that, not even minding each other’s nudity or the intense sounds of coupling from the nearby couple. The Delacour women were quite accustomed  to their «owner»’s quirks by now. After all, they did encourage him to let his wild side out to play. And by the sounds of things, Fleur and Harry were on the last straight line before the end. It would be Apolline’s turn in a few minutes and she couldn’t wait!

Chapter Text

Harry Potter and the Delacour Women

Chapter 4: Mediterranean Debauchery

Just because he could, Harry explained his Holiday plan of bringing his women with him when he would next set sail while he was still occupied in plowing Fleur’s sopping wet cunt. He explained everything while she had her face down and her ass up on the sun bed’s mattress. He was taking full advantage of her body during her latest turn in the still ongoing prostitution session. With this particular Holiday plan, he would be able to combine the two great loves of his life. Having his wicked way with his three beloved whores’ fantastic bodies at any time he wished and sailing around the Mediterranean sea. Fleur was too busy moaning her pleasure and begging her «master» out loud for more to accept or decline Harry’s proposal right now. But Harry was ninety per cent sure that she would be on board with his plan so long as he kept using her body for his personal pleasure. Apolline was also quite interested after confirming a few details

«It’s truly a wonderful idea, Honey. But can you guarantee that it will be only the four of us? Because I truly hate tan lines when I’m sunbathing, but I really don’t want any man other than you to see me naked. If you would also promise to keep having sex with me without using condoms, then I’m all for it.»

Gabrielle soon added her two cents with a pleading but still seductive tone of voice, she even stopped fingering herself to take hold of her breasts to play with them sensually, knowing that her «owner’s» gaze would be glued on them. By now, she no longer had any shame in using her sex appeal to rile him up. It always led to a great fucking anyway

«And me? Could you keep using my body without wearing protection too? I really want more cream-pies, Harry. It felt sooo good when your hot seed splashed down inside my soaking cunt’s walls! And will you let me know when you want to pay me for my services as your prostitute or when you wish to fuck me for free?»

Of course, both women didn’t stop playing with themselves while asking their questions. The ambience was still very erotic after all and they both knew that their «pimp» couldn’t get enough of their bodies. It was good to feel so wanted, desired. Without stopping plowing Fleur’s hot pussy, he gave her wonderful ass a few echoing slaps with the only goal in mind to hear her cry out loud some more and answered first Apolline, then Gabrielle in between pants and loud grunts of pleasure

« I can run the ship by myself easily enough while using magic. I usually hire a crew because it’s more fun with the added company and it’s also good for the Beauxbatons students who signed up to sail under my command. They learn the meaning of hard and honest work and it also gives them extra credits for their studies. It also helps maintain the Statute of Secrecy since an illusion does have risks of failing at the wrong time. Clothing will be optional on board once we’re away from civilization, so feel very free to wear as much or as little as you wish. I guarantee and promise you that I will be the only man who will ever see the three of you naked. And it’s going to stay that way for as long as you three will be my property. I’m willing to share a lot of things with my friends, but not my whores. And yes, Apolline my darling, I will keep fucking you bareback if that’s what you truly want.»

It took Harry a few minutes before he was able to answer Gabrielle’s questions, since he was suddenly quite busy sucking and playfully biting Apolline’s hardened nipples and pawing at her big beautiful breasts with one hand since the other was busy holding Fleur’s hip. It was a bit sudden, but in her excitement that her «master» would take her on a vacation during which she wouldn’t have to confine her sexual side exclusively to the bedroom (Apolline was now truly enjoying being able to have sex with Harry anywhere she wished in the privacy of their homes at the drop of a hat), she had excitedly jumped on him for a hug with the intent to rain amorous kisses all over his face. Once he had his temporary fill of his eldest lover’s big and beautiful bosom, he answered his youngest fuck-toy’s questions

«If you truly wish for me to keep shagging you regularly without wearing condoms, my naughty angel, I will only do so under two ironclad conditions. First, you will zealously take the strongest birth control potion that your mother can brew. If you «forget» even one dose, well it will be just too bad for you, there won’t be any more cream-pies. You’ll just have to get by with facials instead. And secondly, you will give me a Witch’s Oath that you won’t deliberately try to get pregnant until you are at least twenty years old. As for when I will fuck you in exchange of money or for free, don’t you worry your pretty little head about it, I will let you know beforehand.»

Now it was Gabrielle’s turn to squeal excitedly while babbling reassurances that she will obey all of his conditions, that she would be the very best fuck-toy her «master» could ever dream of, so he could still cum inside her pussy as much as he wished and tackle-hugged Harry. Of course, her perky tits soon received the exact same treatment her mother’s had gotten when she did the same thing to their «owner» a few moments ago. Even while they were all in a different state of mind, all three Delacour women had this thought running through their minds often these days. Life was so sweet when you were one of Harry Potter’s high class whores.

Harry soon realized that even while they were watching him use Fleur’s fantastic body for his pleasure and playing with themselves for both his sake and to keep themselves excited while waiting for their next turns, his fuck-toys were sadly starting to get somewhat bored. So to spice things up he spoke up with a gentle tone of voice.

«Ladies, please take the same position as Fleur. I’m going to alternate which pussy I’ll be plowing. And If you’re lucky, I might even cum inside yours.»

Both Gabrielle and Apolline beamed brightly at him before quickly assuming the same position as their «owner»’s favourite whore. Harry had to take a minute to admire the sheer visual buffet in front of him. Three hot part-veelas women naked as the day as they were born, showing him all they had to offer. And they were all his. He could do almost anything he desired to them. After one last hard thrust inside Fleur’s drooling sex, he removed himself from her body with great regrets. After a few seconds' worth of hesitation to weigh the pros and cons, experience won over youthful enthusiasm and he lost no time into sheathing his member inside his second whore’s very wet cunt. Both partners let out loud shouts of pleasure and the young man lost no time going back at great speed, taking full advantage of his exclusive access to his mother-in-law’s charms. And Apolline was very vocal and vulgar this time around

«Oui, oui, oui, oui, oui! C’est ça! Encore! Juste comme ça, oui! Baise ta seconde jolie pute Française Harry! Baise-la bien fort! It’s so good! It’s sooo fucking good! Keep using my slutty body while my daughters are watching us! Oh mon Dieu, oui! Give me your seed! Je t’appartiens! Je t’appartiens! Fuck me! Breed me! OH! Yes! Breed your second fuck-toy! OH! OH! FUCK! YES!»

Harry couldn’t keep the smug smile off his face while hearing that. His fuck-toys never stopped stroking his ego when they were in the throes of pleasure. He was still plowing Apolline’s sex when Fleur came back from her orgasm induced power nap. Even after almost two years, it was still as thrilling for her as it had been in the beginning to see Harry simply take what he wanted from the naked and more than willing bodies of her mother and younger sister. Taken by a sudden impulse she just couldn't ignore, Fleur sat on her legs then went to take one of her mother’s bouncing breasts in hand after stretching a bit to get rid of a few kinks in her limbs. Then just to annoy her fellow whore after weighting the heavy mammary in her palm, she twisted a nipple in between her fingers in a way that she knew the older woman wouldn’t like.

Apolline hissed in discomfort and forcefully removed her eldest daughter’s hand from her breast while trying to glower angrily at her fellow fuck-toy the best she could. It was rather hard to accomplish since her soaking pussy was still being vigorously plowed. Of course said abused breast was soon recaptured by Harry’s needy and groping hand, but that was only normal. Their «owner» was ever so obsessed with the bosoms of his wenches. Fleur chuckled a bit at her mother’s reaction, but she soon had a much bigger fish to fry. Harry had seemingly decided that a change of partners was in order after one last powerful pelvis strike into Apolline’s drooling wet sex.

Still as hard as a rock, the «owner» of the Delacour women forcefully grabbed Fleur by her hair and manhandled her to go down on his drenched member. Showing that she was in fact quite used to this kind of treatment, Fleur quickly went to work. She was alternating between licking and sucking his cock and balls like the pro that she was, until he decided to deep-throat her. Again and again, Harry entered Fleur’s throat until she needed air. By the time he was ready to take Gabrielle for a spin, his wife in all but name’s face was a drooling mess.

Roughly and quickly, Harry had grabbed Gabrielle toward him by her hips before entering her drenched sex without ceremony after releasing Fleur’s hair. Both let out loud moans of pleasure before he started to plow his naughty angel hard and fast. It hadn’t even been a day and already he could tell that he absolutely loved having sex with his whores without wearing any kind of protection. The sheer difference in sensations was just unimaginable. Going back to wearing rubbers for intercourse would likely be quite hard. But while he was now willing to compromise on his own use of protection since he was in an exclusive relationship with the Delacour women; Harry would not back down on the fact that Gabrielle would have to be on an extremely strict birth control method until she was at least twenty years old. 

He would not let his beloved sister-in-law/youngest whore become a teenage mother on his watch. Not while she was still belonging to him. And to be honest, if only to himself for now, Harry did not want to end their agreement. It was rather greedy of him, but he really liked having three very willing sexual partners. Harry now really liked playing Fleur’s game that all three Delacour women belonged to him like they were simple chattel. The possibility of another man other than him having access to Fleur, Apolline and Gabrielle’s beautiful naked bodies filled him with a mix of great anger and bitter jealousy. A part of him was tempted to tell everyone willing to listen that they were his, that the Delacour ladies were his personal fuck-toys and that nobody else could ever have them. But if what his sexy little minx of a prostitute had said earlier was true, he had no reason to worry about them ending their agreement any time soon since just like Fleur, the other two Delacour women were supposedly head over heels in love with him.

Harry kept switching partners after a little while. It wasn’t as accurate as it could be, sometimes he would spend more time buried inside one particular pussy than another by becoming lost in the pleasure it brought them. But he kept trying his hardest to not let his lovely whores get bored. All in all, today had been marked as the very first successful open air prostitution session of the season. And if this particular session was any indication, this summer was shaping to be a great one. All four lovers were having such great fun together but when the sun started to set, it was sadly time to stop.

In the spirit of fairness since both Gabrielle and Fleur had already gotten their own desired cream-pies earlier today, Harry gave the last one of this whoring session to Apolline. Once everyone had recovered enough to go shower and put back their dressing gowns, Harry decided to add another layer on the women’s role-play that they were hookers he had hired. He did it by giving all three of his ladies a wad of banknotes for their «services» and placing them in their exposed cleavages. Of course he couldn’t resist taking advantage of his actions by grabbing their wonderful breasts a bit. It wasn’t because he was satiated at the moment that he couldn’t enjoy having the feeling of their bosoms in his hands after all.

All three had a different reaction when he offered them the money they rightly earned for having prostituted themselves all day. Gabrielle was rather enthusiastic, having never seen as much muggle cash put in her cleavage before. And since it technically counted as a tip, she would still get paid on her next payday. She took the wad from between her breasts and started counting her earnings under her breath, but not before chirping in an upbeat tone of voice with a seductive smile added as a bonus

«Pleasure doing business with you, sir. Feel free to contact me again if you wish to hire my services in the future!»

Apolline’s reaction was somewhat more motherly even if she was pleased with the intention. With a hand on his cheek, she told him with a sweet smile an a loving tone of voice

« Oh Harry, you shouldn’t spend that much money on me. I’m not a young woman anymore, you don’t need to seduce me to make me fall in love with you, you know? I already am and I’m always eager to open my tights for you wherever and whenever you want.»

Harry took her hand in his and gave a loving kiss on her palm before answering her with a warm tone of voice

«Apolline, my darling, you're one of my three beautiful and wonderful fuck-toys. Of course I still want to seduce you, no matter your supposed age. And I will always pay the full price for your services when you are whoring yourself to me. Believe me, I’ve gotten much more than my money’s worth out of you! You know that you truly are a fantastic whore, yes? I used your sexy MILF body as my personal cum-dumpster all day long and you kept begging for more! Your time is precious and taking it requires compensation. Use that money to pamper yourself a bit, you more than earned it.»

Moved by his speech and strangely also by his salacious compliments towards her, Apolline went on her tiptoes to give Harry a quick peck on the lips before heading toward the kitchen to find something to eat and drink while happily humming a song she previously heard on the radio. She was rather thirsty and famished after all these exertions. Knowing that her family’s «pimp» was watching her, she gave her hips an extra sway just for his viewing pleasure. It was so good to feel wanted like that. It was one of the main reasons as to why she kept playing her eldest daughter’s game.

Fleur’s reaction to have a wad of banknotes being put in her cleavage was also unique. She developed a full face blush but her beaming smile told him that she appreciated it.

«Thank you, mon amour, for indulging my fantasies. I was a good whore, I hope?»

Harry was quick to answer with a loving voice after giving her a kiss on the lips while hugging her to his chest with an arm around her waist

«You are the very best whore a man can ever hope to have, Fleur. No matter how much I love to play with your mother and sister, you know very well that you are my favourite fuck-toy. After all, you're my wife in all but name and I love you with all my heart. You know that you only have to say the word and we’ll go back to a monogamous relationship, yes?»

After another beaming smile and a longer kiss, Fleur soon joined both her sister and mother in the direction of the kitchen, entranced in counting the muggle money she had rightfully earned while being on her back and on her knees all day long. She did remember to add a bigger sway to her hips though. Frankly, if she didn’t love her current profession so much, Fleur would have more than likely followed her little sister’s example into signing to become one of Harry’s prostitutes by now. Not that she was exactly hurting for money, but she did have a somewhat more materialist side. She might consider changing careers in a few years, who knows? She was still young after all.

That night, everybody slept in Apollline’s giant bed at the Delacour Manor. Since the temperature today was quite nice, the ladies decided to sleep in the buff, but Harry kept a pair of boxer shorts on since it was more comfortable. Since they were all very satiated by their activities of today, there had been nothing sexual during the evening or even when they went to sleep. The next morning though, it was an entire different ball game. Apolline and Gabrielle were awoken by the constant rocking of the bed and the loud sounds of flesh hitting flesh. When they opened their eyes, it was to see the glorious sight of a still stark naked Fleur riding bareback the hard cock of their entirely awake «master» in a reverse cowgirl style. The sunlight spilling into the room from the window whose drapes had been opened was bathing the beautiful body of Harry’s first whore in its rays, giving her an ethereal look.

When the current fornicating couple realized that their bed-mates were now awake, Harry told Fleur between a few grunts of exertion

«You can moan out loud now, love. Your fellow whores are now wide awake and watching us having fun.»

It did not take long for Fleur to start letting out the pleasure she was feeling. Her moans and pleas for more quickly echoed inside the previously silent bedroom. After a few minutes, she turned herself around so she was facing her husband in all but name and resumed bouncing on his cock enthusiastically. Naturally, Harry’s hands left her hips to go to her enthralling bouncing breasts as soon as possible. It would take another hour and half before Harry could leave the bed and begin his morning routine after he was done with Fleur; since he simply couldn’t be an insensitive prick and not offer some pleasure to his other two fuck-toys. Wake-up sex with his three beautiful sluts was a really great way to start the day! Not even the pouting face of Gabrielle who had wanted a cream-pie but had gotten a facial and a pearl necklace instead could dampen his mood.

xXx

Two weeks later, the quartet of lovers had set sail with the rising tide early in the morning aboard Harry’s ship for a trip of a few weeks. They would have raised anchor before that, but it had taken a few days for Apolline to brew enough batches of the most powerful birth control potion she could create for Gabrielle and also for it to start to be effective. Harry’s eldest lover was totally in accord with the conditions he imposed on her youngest daughter. She was much too young and immature still to become a mother even if she had a strong impregnation fetish. Gabrielle had to give her Witch’s oath after breakfast the day after their first whoring session and when she did so, the tension they hadn't known was there vanished. Apolline knew she was still young and healthy enough, so she really wouldn't mind another child. 

It was exactly why she was letting her own birth control potion run off its course and wouldn’t renew it. While she technically didn’t need monetary support, the fact that Harry kept giving her large amounts of muggle money in exchange of her sexual favours to add spice to their role-play was the last proof she needed to be assured that he would be a good provider. It was irony at its finest since historically, being a good mother and working as a prostitute didn’t mesh all that well together. But now Apolline was planning to have another child to love and dote upon while she would keep whoring herself regularly to her eldest daughter's husband. And it was because that she truly loved him, Apolline would willingly give him a new member for the family he had built with them. Fleur was old and mature enough to become a mother too, so from there it would be hers and Harry’s decision if they wished to procreate.

As promised, Harry hadn’t imposed any kind of dress code for his ladies once they were off the coast. Fleur was the first to switch how her sky blue pareo with white flowers design was covering her body, quickly exposing her naked breasts to her husband in all but name’s gaze by tying it around her waist, letting it show off a large amount of leg. Even if it was currently hiding her womanhood from view, it was clear for everyone who was looking attentively that she was naked under it. They all had gotten a glimpse of her naked sex when she had adjusted her pareo. Gabrielle was dressed in a cardinal red bikini. It was a bit more modest than previously expected, but she was also soon topless. 

Harry’s third whore considered removing her bottom for a few seconds, but decided not to for the moment. It would be easy enough to step out of it when her «pimp» would be in the mood to take her. Apolline was as naked as the day she was born except for a floppy beige coloured sun hat perched on her head and a pair of sunglasses once she removed her light sundress. While her daughters were walking all over the main deck of the ship staring at the sea or at the horizon, she was lying down on a beach lawn chair and soaking up the sun while she could. All three of them had had sunscreen applied to them all over by their lover a bit earlier. It wouldn’t be pleasant to get sunburns after all. Of course Harry had taken advantage of the situation by groping them a bit.

Apolline would never deny any of Harry’s desires for their bodies. If he wished to have his way with them, he only had to say the word and both she and her daughters would be more than happy to indulge him. Apolline absolutely adored being one of his exclusive whores and never wanted to stop being considered as such. But she kind of wished to be able to work on her tan a for a few hours, before having to pass long amounts of time either on her back, on her belly or on her knees, in her role as one of their «owner’s» cherished fuck-toys. 

Harry was often seen walking all over the ship with his wand in hand, using magic to help him in redirecting the sails, hoisting some and lowering others, making them face the same direction or another as needed. When he was passing near one of his women, he would always stop for a little caress, a quick grope, a salacious compliment or a loving kiss before going back to what he was doing. He would also pass a considerate amount of time at the helm to direct their ship. He was wearing navy blue Bermuda shorts, black boat shoes and a lighter blue t-shirt. Harry wasn’t wearing a hat and his glasses were the sort to become tinted in the sun. It was the established routine until around eleven when Harry lowered all the ship’s sails and dropped the anchors.

Apolline didn’t have to wait long before finding why the ship had immobilized itself in the middle of nowhere. Soon enough, the captain of the ship arrived near her and the eldest of the man’s lovers had a hunch about what was about to happen. And her hunch was spot on when her «master» asked her

«Apolline, my darling, would you mind sucking me off please? I would really like it if you were to give me a good blowjob. A boob-job too would be nice, if you’re in the mood. You’ve got fantastic tits and I just can’t get enough of them. And if that's not too much to ask, I would really like to fuck you before lunch, please.»

Seeing as she had gotten a few hours of uninterrupted sun, Apolline didn’t really mind entertaining her «owner’s» requests. And some exercise before lunch would do her some good. She slowly sat up, exaggerating her movements because she knew that Harry loved the effects it had on her magnificent and curvy body. She removed first her sun hat then her sunglasses while Harry stepped out of his underwear and Bermuda shorts. Soon she was busy licking and kissing tenderly his engorged sex, often looking at him with a demure gaze, knowing that it got to him every time. After teasing him a few more minutes, Harry growled in irritation. He then grabbed Apolline by the hair and shoved her on his cock before starting to thrust fast and hard. He answered her muffled moans of pleasure at being manhandled like that by an irritated tone of voice

«I asked you for a blowjob, wench, not a fucking teasing session. Now suck it like the whore we all know you really are.»

Apolline did just that without anymore prompting while moaning in pleasure at being roughly manhandled by her «pimp». And Harry was absolutely right, she was a whore after all and wasn’t ashamed at all of being one. Her daughters arrived to watch the show not long after their «master» sent his free hand to paw greedily at her naked breasts. Without stopping her ministrations on her «owner», the eldest Veela started to tease her own sex, to prepare herself faster for the incoming main course. Servicing Harry in her submissive fuck-toy persona was a good way to get there quickly, but a helping hand was rarely unwelcome. Seeing their mother starting to touch herself was the signal for Fleur and Gabrielle to do the same. Fleur removed her pareo entirely and Gabrielle shimmed out of her bikini bottom, leaving all three Delacour women stark naked and masturbating.

Soon enough, Harry has his member sandwiched between Apolline’s generous bosom after he sat down on the edge of the lawn chair and the beautiful older woman knelt on the deck. And because she still wanted to suck his cock, Harry’s second whore was taking the tip in her mouth when it was poking out of her sandwiched breasts during the upthrusts. The other two, not wishing to lose an occasion to obtain some pleasure, quickly flanked their lover. Harry was quick to let his arms entwine around their waists, his hands caressing the soft flesh of their bellies and torsos before Fleur and Gabrielle brought his hands to two different places. Gabby brought the hand she had access up to her breasts, while Fleur brought the other one down to her moist sex. Being an old hand at pleasuring his whores, Harry lost no time in groping his naughty angel’s sensitive tits and twisting her nipples in between his fingers while his other hand started to tease his wife’s drooling sex.

It was Gabrielle who asked between pants and moans, with her eyes closed in sheer bliss

«Harry, instead of you just fucking maman before lunch, could this become a full scale prostitution session instead? I’m unspeakably horny right now. Ta troisième catin a besoin de ton attention, mon amour. Your third whore needs it so badly!»

Fleur chimed in after letting out a long and loud moan since three of her husband’s fingers were currently doing marvels in her heated sex

«C’est une excellente idée Gabrielle! Oh, mon chéri, baise tes trois putains, s’il te plait! Fuck all three of us! You know you want it. We just love whoring ourselves to you.»

Harry decided that Gabrielle had a wonderful idea. He would have refused since there were some complications, but Fleur was quite persuasive. But just to show Gabrielle that she wouldn’t be winning entirely lest his youngest fuck-toy get a big head, he said

«All right, all right. You win, ladies. I just wished to have a quickie with Apolline before lunch, but it seems everyone wants more. Greedy girls. We will have an orgy tonight in our cabin. We’re not nearly far enough to just stay immobilized all day long for a full scale whoring session right now. Not so close to popular maritime routes. There would be too much risk of somebody else seeing us all in the nude and in the heat of the moment. To tide you over, I will have a quickie with all three of you though. Oh and Gabby, you will have a choice to make. I’ll only pay you for one particular shag today, the following others will be for free.»

Harry almost told Gabby out loud that she was a very expensive prostitute, but quickly changed his mind and kept quiet. It would have been much too harsh to say for no reason. He really didn’t mind throwing muggle money and Wizarding gold at her for fulfilling their fantasies. He bought back her work contract for a good reason after all. Then there was no more tie to talk. Harry reluctantly freed himself from his wife and prostitute’s holds before having Apolline climb on his lap facing him. Gabrielle, wanting to be useful, held their «master’s» member steady while her mother slowly impaled herself on it. Both lovers moaned with a mixture of pleasure and relief. It felt so good! Soon enough, Harry helped Apolline bouncing lightly on his cock, moaning out loud with her when his mouth wasn’t stuffed with either of her breasts or busy kissing her everywhere. It felt so good to have his wicked way with one of his lovelies. His women were spoiling him really. There was so much wonderful feminine flesh he could freely access at all times!

Apolline kept bouncing on her «owner’s» cock like a woman possessed. She was moaning, mewling, screaming her pleasure. She would get this cream-pie. She would get as many as needed to get pregnant with her lover’s child! She wanted a new little one to cradle and cuddle in her arms. And it seemed that Harry had finally tamed the idea of fathering children not only with his wife but with his mistress also

«Do you like being bounced on my cock, Apolline? You’re such an exhibitionist whore, always enjoying being watched by your daughters. I’m going to keep fucking you bareback and cumming inside your hot cunt until you’re well and truly pregnant! I bet you’ll look so fantastic with a baby bump and heavy breasts full of milk! But don’t think for one second that a pregnancy will absolve you from your duties as my fuck-toy though. I’ll keep using your body as much as I want until the very last minute.»

Apolline was quick to answer between pants and mewls of pleasure without stopping her movements to bring pleasure to the both of them

«Oh yes! Yes master! Breed me, I beg of you, breed me! I want another child! I want it to be yours! Keep using me! I’m just your ever horny exhibitionist whore!»

Harry was quick to say

«You’re not just a fuck-toy or a whore for me now, Apolline. Fleur will be my wife, so that will make you my official mistress. Which means that Gabrielle will become my concubine or perhaps your fellow mistress in time. Don’t you worry, our family will get bigger, Fleur will also be bred sooner than later. And in time, Gabrielle will also carry my child.»

It was the last straw that broke the camel's back. Hearing all that made Apolline tumble on the other side of her building climax, bringing Harry with her. The captain of the ship groaned his release in the neck of his lovely mistress, giving her a much desired cream-pie. It was the start of a great vacation. The sea, the sun, the open air and three ever horny whores to fuck any tie he wanted. There was nothing else that could beat that in Harry’s mind.

Chapter Text

Harry Potter and the Delacour Women

Chapter 5: The Captain’s Ever Horny Sluts

True to his word earlier during the day, Harry was ready for one of their regular prostitution sessions after they dropped the anchors for the night. While Gabrielle and Apolline were rather busy kissing him and caressing him everywhere, Fleur was down on her knees, quite busy with enthusiastically deepthroating her husband’s hard cock. Of course, the other two Delacour ladies and their man were sitting on the bed, with everyone being stark naked in the captain’ cabin. The ladies’ clothes were all over the place along with Harry’s. And to add a bit of spice, the cabin’s door was left wide open. If there was anyone else beside the four of them on board, they could have walked by at any moment, seeing everything currently going on in the cabin.

Harry was groaning his pleasure out loud, his eyes half-lidded, one of his hands was holding Fleur’s hair to help/encourage her during the act of fellatio while the other was busy by all but mauling Apolline’s big breasts. He was so in love with their voluptuous bodies. Apolline, Fleur and Gabrielle seemed to have been made to be his personal fuck-toys. He didn’t know if it was a quirk of having Veela blood or if it was just those three particular women, but every sexual intercourse with them was at the very least amazing and all the way up to entirely mind blowing. Not that Harry had any kind of experience to make an unbiased comparison, since he never actually had sex with a woman who wasn’t a Delacour before. Why would he need to go look elsewhere when he had all he could ever want and more at home? But it was the thought that counted, he guessed.

Then Apolline and Gabrielle swiftly traded places so Harry could play with a different pair of tits. Since Gabrielle’s breasts were rather more sensitive than her mother’s, Harry’s third whore started mewling her pleasure right at the beginning of her «master’s» treatment to her bosom. Taken by the sudden need to switch which one of his whores would be blowing him, Harry forcefully removed Fleur from his crotch and she was now whining in disappointment from being taken away from her toy. Harry didn’t pay any mind to her non verbal complaint and simply indicated to Apolline to hop to it. The beautiful MILF did as commanded with a loving smile on her flushed face, but while Fleur had been in hurry to stuff his rod in her mouth to devour it, her mother took her time. Well until Harry’s hand forcefully took hold of her head and ordered her gruffly while manhandling her to force her into giving him what he wanted faster, much to her pleasure 

«I’ve told you that I wanted you to suck it, not tease it, wench. Oh yeah, just like that... That’s the way... God, you’re such a great slut, Apolline...You’re well worth your weight in gold with bedroom skills like that...It’s no wonder that all three of you are such good fucks since your daughters take after their mother... »

The older woman let out a muffled moan of sexual satisfaction while continuing servicing Harry enthusiastically and diddling herself with one hand. She adored being manhandled by her «pimp» and being «forced» into giving him oral pleasure at his own rhythm. The way he spoke to her right now was just the icing on the cake. Once again, she thanked her lucky stars for bringing Harry Potter into her life. He was the only man alive for whom she would willingly prostitute herself like this. She might have done it for her late husband if he had been into those kinds of games, but that had been a very different story that had ended a few years ago. 

Nowadays she was belonging body, mind and soul to a young man who was about half her age! And she absolutely loved it! His sheer presence lowered all her inhibitions, easily convincing her to do things she would have never done with anybody else! It was so intoxicating, so unreal! And yet here she was, kneeling naked on the floor, sucking and worshipping his cock with more enthusiasm than with any of her previous lovers while her naked daughters waited for their turns to be used as the fuck-toys they were. Fleur’s future husband was right, she really was a slut. Well so long as he was her «pimp», she didn’t mind being one for him.

After a while longer, Apolline’s place in between their «master’s» legs was taken by Gabrielle. Harry’s youngest plaything needed some more training on how to give more satisfying blowjobs and deepthroatings without triggering her gag reflex. Which was why Harry was currently playing with his second whore’s wonderful tits with his two hands all the while his wife in all but name was softly coaching her little sister in her training, kneeling on the floor near her. Whoring sessions like this one weren’t only used for satiating Harry’s and/or his ladies’ every decadent desires, it was also a time for all four of them to hone their bedroom skills or even to learn new tricks. During their very first session all together, Harry had been instructed by Apolline how to properly eat a woman with Fleur as the very willing practice prop, since the older woman felt his technique back then was too amateurish for her tastes. Gabrielle was now bobbing her head slowly, lovingly and tenderly over her boyfriend’s cock, all the while listening to the soft voice of their «master’s» favourite whore currently coaching her

«That’s it, Gabby. Nice and slow. Flatten your tongue when you’re ready and take him deeper gradually. Do it a centimetre at the time, soon you’ll have his entire tool in your throat. If you want our «owner» to look at your bare breasts more, you should let a bit of saliva escape your mouth and let it fall on them. He'll love that, trust me. You can use one hand to stroke him and use your other one to play with yourself, or keep them both on the floor or on your thighs. In the end, It’s your choice. Just go with what you are most comfortable with. So long as «Master» can see your naked body on display while you have his wonderful cock in your mouth, he won’t care all that much. We Delacour women are truly lucky to belong to a «pimp» who is so understanding towards the preferences of his whores.»

She finished with a sensual sigh and a hooded seductive look thrown at their «owner», who answered her with a lazy smirk.

Gabrielle did as she was instructed and soon, she was enthusiastically deepthroating Harry’s cock just like her sister and mother did earlier and without triggering her gag reflex. She wasn’t as skilled as them, but it would come with more practice. Hum...She might have to cancel a few outings with her friends in favour of some more training, but keeping her rank as a high class prostitute was much more important. And if she had to choose between being used for hours at end as one of Harry’s precious fuck-toys or hanging out with her friends around the city while doing nothing productive, well the former won hands down. It wasn’t like she was forcing herself to do things she didn’t like after all. 

Gabrielle absolutely adored being Harry Potter’s private hooker and would be quite willing to keep «working» part-time even when she would eventually go back to school in the fall. She didn’t need any immature boys humping her leg every time she let loose a bit of her allure when she had a man who loved to make her see entire galaxies worth of stars each time he entered her tight teenage cunt. And thinking about stars, it seemed that Harry was ready for the next part of their evening. He had received three good blowjobs, now he more than likely needed to fuck one of his very horny sluts.

Gabrielle was soon back on the magically expanded bed, positioned on her back, her legs spread, back to her shoulders, eager and more than ready to be taken in a mating press. A few seconds later, Harry was pistonning in and out of her soaking cunny with fast and powerful thrusts. Gabrielle was practically howling with delirious pleasure while both her mother and older sister laid down on either side of the currently fornicating couple, touching and playing with themselves shamelessly while watching their «owner» fuck the brains out of his youngest whore

« YES! YES! YES! YES! OH OUI! BAISE MOI! BAISE MOI BIEN FORT, MON CHÉRI! RAMONE MA CHATTE CHAUDE ET HUMIDE HARRY! HARDER! FASTER! MORE! OH PUTAIN DE BORDEL DE MERDE, OUI! ENCORE! I LOVE BEING YOUR THIRD FUCK-TOY SO DAMN MUCH! OH MON DIEU! OH MON DIEU! NE T'ARRÊTE PAS! I’M YOURS! ENTIRELY YOURS! I’LL BE YOUR WHORE FOREVER! OH, FUCK ME! »

Harry was quick to answer her without stopping his back and forth movements in her hot and humid sex

«Of course you’re mine. You’ve been mine since the moment I claimed your virginity on my kitchen table on your fifteen birthday. I’ll never let another man claim you, Gabrielle! You’ll forever be one of my whores, just like your sister and your mother! Fuck, you’re still so damn tight, my naughty angel! And I’m plowing your pussy regularly! I love your deliciously tight and hot cunt, I really love your cock-sucking mouth and I absolutely adore your fantastic still growing tits even more! You’re such a fucking good teenage prostitute! You’re worth every last Franc and Galleon I ever spent on you. I’ll leave a glowing review about you to the Madam of the brothel when we get back to France!»

Amusingly enough, that her «customer/owner» complimented her working skills like that on top of his salacious comments about her body that he claimed for his exclusive use once more and the current intercourse were enough to send her crashing into her very first orgasm of the night. Harry didn’t even let her come down from her high before he decided to keep using her nubile body to sate all of his lusts. She was his after all. But since Harry was a bit tired of the mating press, he reluctantly pulled out before flipping her on her belly. His naughty angel was so light, it was quite easy to manhandle her as he wished. Once she was face down and ass up, Harry lined himself once more with her drooling cunt before entering her. Both lovers groaned out loud once again, and after making her wait until she whined with impatience and look back to him the best she could so he could see the sheer desire in her eyes with the goal to entice him, which worked, Harry jumped right back into it.

The captain of the ship roughly fucked his youngest plaything all the way to a second amazing climax, which immediately jumped to a third when he finally let go of his self-restraint and came deep inside her throbbing pussy with a beast-like howl. When Harry got a bit of his breath back, he removed himself from Gabrielle’s really well fucked cunt but before he could get his second wind back, he was pounced upon by his now very horny wife-to-be. She lost no time in using every trick she had to make his erection come back in force. When it did, Harry turned the tables by pouncing on her, making Fleur squeal in slight surprise and laugh. 

They both laughed some more and kissed each other languorously. Harry touched her everywhere, much to her great delight. They playfully wrestled a bit more before he firmly pinned his favourite fuck-toy on her back on the mattress with his superior physical strength. Fleur smiled sultrily to her «owner» and opened her legs to entice him further before making a «come hither» motion with the hand that was not currently holding one of her truly magnificent breasts.

Unable and entirely unwilling to resist this siren’s call, Harry was soon on his knees with his beautiful slutty wife’s legs put over his shoulders, plowing her needy pussy relentlessly. He wanted her so badly. Grunts, groans, moans and mewls were exchanged, love declarations and salacious compliments also. It felt so good coming home inside of Fleur’s slick and hot sex. One hand stopped holding one of her legs to slip down to her breasts, pawing them both with great relish. He could never have enough of his three sluts’ wonderful assets. She was his loving wife in all but name, his favourite whore, his personal cum dumpster. Fleur was his, all his. And soon, she would be the mother of their children. Well, one of them, since Apolline wanted his children too. Fleur moaned louder than before after a more powerful thrust from Harry and then exclaimed her pleasure rather more vocally than before

«Oui! Oui! Oui! MON DIEU, OUI! Oh! C'est ça! Encore! Oui! Oui! Oui! Oui! Comme ça! Encore, mon amour! Juste comme ça! Baise moi! Baise moi plus vite! Plus fort! Baise ta toute première putain, Harry! Baise-là! Bordel, c’est si bon! I’m yours! Entirely yours! My mother and my sister also belong to you! Nous serons toujours tes catins! Breed me, oh yes, breed me! Give me your seed! More! Fuck me even more! I want your baby! Get your beloved and favourite fuck-toy pregnant, Harry! Make me a mother!»

That speech lit up a fire under Harry. His back and forth movements sped up even more, he was taking Fleur much quicker and harder than before. Like Gabrielle before her, Fleur was given two fantastic orgasms in the same position and a third one crashed into her when her husband granted her a much desired cream-pie with another bestial howl tearing itself from his throat. It had the effect of making her join her younger sister in La-La Land. With two whores down for the count, at least for the moment, Harry only had one more to use. But after two intensive bouts, he needed to rest to regain his strength. At least, it would have been so if his lovely second fuck-toy hadn’t given him a flask full of pepper-up potion with a naughty smile on her full lips. Hating to leave things unfinished, Harry quickly gulped down the potion. He had another whore to satisfy after all.

Once his erection came back to full strength, Apolline sensually climbed on Harry’s lap, making sure to brush her sumptuously beautiful and mature body against his, after convincing him to sit down. She was facing him so he could have easy access to her magnificent breasts and the rest of her body. While they started slow, it didn’t take long for the lovers to go at the breakneck speed of the previous unions that Harry had participated in. And It didn’t take long also for Apolline to become as vocal as her daughters had been previously. Since her «owner» was fucking her with great speed and strength, pleasing her greatly while hitting her G-spot, she started to unconsciously mix some Italian and French among her English while shouting her pleasure

«si Amore mio! Si! Si! Si! Si! Oh oui! Fuck me! Fuck me! Mon Dieu! That’s it! Just like that! Oh fuck yeah! Keep using your second fuck-toy’s body, Harry! Use it as much as you want! Sono una puttana! Lo sono la tua puttana! J’aime tellement ça quand tu me baises comme ça Harry! Breed me! Oh yees! Knock me up! Make me a mother again! Oh oui! Oui! Oui! C’est ça! Joue avec mes gros seins! Touche les! Masse les! Suck my nipples! Mon corps est entièrement à toi, mon chéri! I love being one of your sluts so damn much!»

While Apolline was busy letting out all of her most depraved desires, Harry was still helping her bounce on his hard member, and kept going back to play with her hypnotically bouncing breasts every other minute. He would sometimes take an erect nipple in his mouth and either suck it or playfully bite it in the way he knew she absolutely loved. His three wonderful whores were so ethereally beautiful while they were stark naked and in the throes of pleasure! Was it at all surprising that he actively looked for opportunities to see them in their birthday suits as often as possible? Not that it was a hard task to accomplish when they were alone, mind you. 

More often than not, even if they weren’t having sex, the ladies had for habit of changing right in front of him once back home into something lighter and more comfortable. Those kinds of clothes were also much easier to remove if the mood for some naughty fun took them suddenly. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for Harry to have a quickie or two with one of his beloved fuck-toys while watching TV in the living room of Fleur’s and his flat some evenings. It was really convenient that the scourging charm was really easy to learn and worked wonders to remove any stains caused by bodily fluids, what with his whores and him having hot depraved sex all over his flat and the Manor.

When Apolline’s tone of voice changed suddenly and she started to pant much more often, Harry knew that she was now on the last straight line before her incoming orgasm. Since Harry was the kind of man to treat his ladies equally, Apolline would be given three orgasms just like her daughters, before he would be done with her. Wishing to see her come undone before him, Harry took her left nipple in his mouth and bit down a tad harder than usual at the same time a hand went to tease her clitoris at their point of union. It was enough to trigger Apolline’s incoming climax. Contrary to his other fuck-toys, his eldest lover didn’t really like to be rushed into another intense coupling so soon after an orgasm. 

Oh, if Harry truly wanted to do it, she would let him do so with minimum grumbling. She knew exactly what she had been signing for in becoming one of his whores after all. And she loved him enough to give him a treat once in a while by letting him go wild with her body. But Harry also liked cuddling well enough. So instead of pushing her back on the mattress to start working immediately on her second climax, he held her tenderly in his arms, lovingly caressing her back, her long silvery blonde hair and sensually groping her great butt just because he could since she was his property.

After a few loving kisses once she had caught her breath, Apolline indicated to her «master» that she was now ready for round two. And said round two was smoother and quite a bit calmer than round one had been. The urgency behind Harry’s pelvic thrusts was not entirely gone, but it was a far cry from their previous mating frenzy. Not that she cared overly much at this point. So long as her «master» kept plowing her cunt without a condom, making her feel good by playing with her big tits and ending up ejaculating inside her, the rest was secondary right now. 

The quasi-sensual pace of fucking then heated back up the previous frenzy after Harry decided to put his current slutty partner on all four. Apolline let him manhandle her without protest, only turning around to beg for a French kiss after one of his hands came crashing down on her big shapely ass in a resonating slap earning him a mixed gasp of surprise, slight pain and pleasure. Harry was more than happy to kiss his whorish mother-in-law as often as she desired.

Then after he put his hands on her slim and pale looking shoulders, Harry really started to hammer anew inside his second fuck-toy’s hot cunt. The both of them loved it, they were both moaning and yelling their shared pleasure without stopping rutting each other. The young man had to make a conscious effort to not bruise his beautiful slut’s shoulders by holding them too tightly, so as to give them a rest, he let his hands slip down to her wobbling breasts with the intention to all but maul them. They were so big, so soft, so beautiful. He could never have enough of them. Harry and Apolline kept having hot unbridled sex for an unknown amount of time until a last powerful pelvis thrust from him brought Apolline to her much awaited second orgasm. 

And of course, just like her daughters before her, a third climax took her body entirely by surprise, sending her straight to La-La Land when Harry let out a blood freezing howl and ejaculated deep inside her womb. Harry’s other whores were now showing signs of awakening, but he gently collapsed on his eldest slut’s sweaty back. His breath was heavy, his erection was waning. After all the intense exercise he did, he was in dire need of a break and something to drink. He couldn’t risk taking another pepper-up potion so soon. He would have really liked to get a titty-fucking from Gabrielle and to give a good facial to all his ladies, but tonight’s whoring session was sadly over. He needed his rest to be able to sail safely tomorrow. He could always play with his fuck-toys’ sexy bodies later the next day anyway.

Once everyone was able to stand, they took their turns in the attached bathroom (Harry’s ship had been modernized after he bought it) to clean themselves before bed. Once done, they all went back to bed naked and the women arranged themselves to cuddle with Harry. They all fell asleep soon after, more or less exhausted by their nightly activities. That was life...

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The first thing Gabrielle did the next morning when she woke up and came back from the bathroom still naked, was to take her daily dose of birth control potion. She had given her Witch’s oath and she really loved having sex without a condom, so it was in her best interests to follow her mother and her «pimp’s» instructions to the letter. She was the first to get up today and had promptly decided to wake Harry with a blowjob as a preview for some morning sex. So, with a naughty smile on her otherwise angelic face, she carefully crawled back under the covers from the end of the bed. She had to manoeuvre a bit to not step on her mother and sister’s still sleeping bodies, but soon enough Harry’s naughty angel had reached her goal. He was already half erect due to the morning wood condition, so it was the affair of a moment to put her hands and mouth to her self-appointed task.

You see, Gabrielle wished to kick-start another prostitution session. The one from last night had been much too short for her tastes. Okay, this one would more than likely be put on hold for eating a well deserved breakfast sooner rather than later, it was inevitable. But so long as Harry allowed her mother, sister and she to keep whoring themselves to him after they had eaten, Gabrielle could make a few concessions to common sense and logic. It was so hot to watch Harry sexually dominate both her mother and older sister when he wasn’t busy doing the same to her! It felt so liberating to be called a whore, a slut or a fuck-toy and all sorts of other derogatory names by their «master» during intercourse and to act like it was true! Well, in Gabrielle’s case it was actually the truth since she was currently being paid for sex, but it didn’t make it less intense for all that.

Gabrielle knew that her «pimp» was now awake since one hand made its way on her head, caressing her hair and her face. The caresses made her shiver in repressed desire- she was so fucking horny right now!- but she didn’t stop sucking him. Gabrielle adored blowing her «master’s» cock. Then Harry’s hand grabbed her hair while he silently ordered her to take his member deeper by pushing her head on his crotch. Remembering her practice of last night, the captain’s third fuck-toy flattened her tongue and took him slowly but surely in her throat.

«That’s it, Gabby. Suck it. Deepthroat your «owner’s» cock. Oh yeah, you’re such a fucking lovely French slut, my naughty angel...»

He said to her with a voice still heavy with sleep.

After a while once everyone was wide awake and ready to play, the delightful debauchery from last night had started anew. Both Apolline and Fleur happened to be in the mood for some pre-breakfast sex, so they were very amiable to Gabrielle’s plan of an early morning whoring session. It was Apolline and Fleur’s reasoning that the more Harry came inside them, the quicker they would get pregnant with his children. Never needing much encouragement to play with his three willing sluts’ fantastic naked bodies, the Delacour women’s «pimp» was also quickly onboard with the idea. Harry was now sitting on the edge of the bed while Gabrielle was kneeling on the floor, enthusiastically giving him the tit-job he would have wanted but sadly couldn’t get the night before. The teenage prostitute was so glad that her rack was already big enough for that particular activity. She marvelled at how her «pimp’s» face was twisting in pleasure due to how the friction offered by the movements of her squashed breasts felt around his sensitive organ.

And since her breasts were so sensitive, she was also whimpering in desire and anticipation all the time she was down on her knees servicing her «owner». She was sure that Harry would soon forcefully drag her back on the bed and fuck her senseless until he came deep inside her tight teenage pussy. If Gabrielle wasn’t already head over heels in love with her «pimp», she would have fallen for him all over again by now. It wasn’t all that long since he started to fuck her without wearing a condom, but the difference in sensations was quite big. Don’t get her wrong, he gave her many great orgasms over the years ever since he claimed her virginity, but they never were as mind shattering as they currently were. Gabrielle came back to the present when Harry removed himself from her cleavage. She really hoped that he was now ready to fuck her stupid, but it seems that the Delacour women’s «owner» had other ideas.

Harry laid back down on the bed and quickly, their «master’s» favourite whore scrambled to mount him like a cowgirl. With his hands on her shapely hips to help her, Fleur quickly started to fuck herself on his hard rod. Their voices started to pitch their moans and groans of pleasure quickly enough. Gabrielle was left there, still on her knees on the floor and she was now sporting a pout of epic proportions. It was not fair! She was the one who initiated the early morning prostitution session in the first place, she was the one who woke up their «master» with a morning blowjob and deepthroating! And now, Fleur was stealing her hard earned reward! The selfish bitch!

Deciding to go for the second best spot before her mother could steal her thunder too, Gabrielle got up from her previous position and crawled on the bed. Soon, Gabby was straddling her «owner’s» head, enjoying his oral attention on her sensitive womanhood while she was holding the bedhead with one hand and toying with one of her breasts with the other. Harry had to shift his hands away from his first whore’s hips to his third’s to make sure to keep her steady when she started to truly get lost in the sensations. All three women moaned their bliss out loud. While Harry was busy playing with her daughters, Appolline was taking care of herself while watching the show. She was more patient than her overly horny kids, she knew very well that she would eventually get her turn. There was no need to rush. Good things come to those who wait for them. Harry would make full use of her slutty body for their shared pleasure soon enough. He had never let her down before and she had faith that his track record would continue.

Both Fleur and Gabrielle were moaning out loud their pleasure. Harry’s youngest fuck-toy was alternating which one of her breasts she was toying with and humping herself on his mouth, while his wife in all but name was teasing lightly her clitoris without stopping bouncing on his hard cock. Having a whoring session first thing in the morning was really great! If Fleur had anything to say about it, and as Harry’s better half and senior fuck-toy she did, there would be many more in the near future. She would need to find something to reward Gabby’s ingenious idea though. Perhaps by convincing Harry to use her little sister’s body on Beauxbatons’ campus? It was food for later thoughts. 

One day in the not so distant future, some changes would be in order when their future children would be born, but their current arrangement would definitively survive. Fleur wasn’t going to simply let her mother and sister walk away from being Harry’s high class whores without hearing a very good reason for it first. He had conquered them fair and square after all, and now both of them belonged to him body, mind and soul, just like she did. They had never been as happy as they currently were, so why would they want to put a stop to such a good thing? Fleur would think about all this later though, she was now doing her duty as one of Harry’s beloved whores and it would be a waste of their time for her to not give him her all. It was a bit sad, but as much as they would have wished it, they couldn’t just keep having sex all day long. Harry would need to get the ship going if they wanted to reach their planned destination.

After Fleur had her share of the fun, Harry changed partners.and tactics, much to his love’s whining. He had two other pussies to plow after all. He then had Apolline and Gabrielle position themselves on their back and he magically tied their wrists together to the bedhead with conjured ropes. Being tied up sped their breaths and their faces lit up with beautiful flushes, making their now shaking naked breasts even more enticing for Harry. Wanting to teach patience to his youngest lover, the young man crawled deliberately toward Apolline. She gave him a loving smile and opened her legs for him, presenting him with her wet and ready snatch. She was begging him silently to take her and their «owner» was quick to answer her silent plea.

Soon enough, Harry had one of Apolline’s legs on his shoulder as he knelt in front of her, pistoning in her wet cunt repeatedly with speed and power. Of course, one hand darted quickly to seize one of her wobbling breasts. Harry wouldn’t be Harry if he wasn’t obsessed with his ladies’ bosoms. His thumb was playing with her erect nipple while the rest of his fingers were squeezing her supple flesh. Harry kept plowing Apolline like that for a good while before reluctantly pulling out. He then crawled towards Gabrielle and after making sure she was wet enough, he entered her once again. Contrary to her mother, Harry had both of Gabrielle’s lovely legs on his shoulders, forcing her to rise in a candle like position after each pelvic thrust.

The captain kept switching between his tied whores, working them to the edge of an orgasm before pulling out and changing partners. He kept at it until he was ready to explode and his ladies had another orgasm each. For the big finish, he untied his fuck-toys and had all three of them kneel on the floor in a semi-circle in front of him. He kept masturbating frantically, watching their sweat soaked bodies as they held their magnificent breasts up with their hands. And to help him finish a bit quicker, the Delacour women collectively unleashed their full allure on him. All it did for Harry was to enhance the pleasure and with a final very loud groan, he soaked his sluts’ faces and tits with his seed. After a few minutes, Harry was wiped out. He all but collapsed on the bed, panting but with a great smile on his face. Now that was one hell of a wake-up call!

The sound of giggling and of other things he couldn’t quite put his mind on had him open his eyes, only to groan in renewed desire. His girls were helping clean each other by taking swipes of his seed with their fingers on each other’s faces and bosoms and bringing them to their mouths to suck upon. The hottest thing his girls did when they realized he was now watching them was that Fleur and Gabrielle decided to clean their mother’s breasts from his cum by licking her skin. They ended up by suckling her nipples like they did long ago when they were babies. The moan of pleasure that Apolline let out resonated in him, giving him goosebumps and electric shocks in his spine. Unable to take any more of such a show, Harry got up and like a conqueror, he strutted to his whores. Without warning, he took hold of Apolline’s head with one hand after shooing away his other playthings. He took hold of his girth with the other hand before forcing his second fuck-toy to deepthroat him without preparations, much to her obvious pleasure. Well breakfast had just been obviously delayed. It was evident that Harry was not done playing with his three whores. 

Chapter Text

Harry Potter and the Delacour Women

Chapter 6: Sicilian Conquests Part I

Due to a sudden storm coming in from the Atlantic, Harry had to weigh anchor and erect very powerful magical protections to keep the ship intact. With a full crew they could have sailed through it with relatively no problem. But since he was the sole person with any sailing knowledge on board, he had decided to play it safe. After all, you couldn’t enchant an entire ship as a portkey and as strong as he was, Harry couldn’t magically fight a storm and hope to win. So as to pass the time, the head of their family had decided that they would use their forced stop as a longer than normal prostitution session. The girls didn’t object to their «pimp»’s decision, far from it. They absolutely adored whoring themselves to Harry. Right now the Captain of the ship was putting his second whore, Apolline, through her paces. She was kneeling on the magically cushioned floor of the kitchen, face down, ass up, with her arms and hands extended around her  and was quite vocal about how much she loved being roughly used like that by her «pimp».

«OUI! OUI! OUI! OUI! OUI! OUI! OUI! OUI! Oh fuck yes! Encore Harry! Encore! Baise bien fort la chatte humide de ta seconde pute! Baise-là encore! Je ne suis bonne qu'à ça! I love it! I love it so damn much! I can’t get enough of you! Give me more, «master»! Breed me! Knock me up! Oh yes! Swell my slutty belly with your child!»

That was all the encouragement Harry needed to keep going. Of course the family had left all their clothing in their cabin since they were entirely useless right now. Harry had his left hand on the sexy mature woman’s corresponding hip, gripping it firmly. His other one was busy playing with his whore of a wife’s truly fantastic pair of tits. Gabrielle, who was standing a bit further away in front of them, was holding up a camcorder to film them with one hand and playing with herself shamelessly for her family’s «pimp’s» viewing pleasure with her free hand. 

It was the very first time that their unconventional family tried their hands at an amateur pornographic movie, but they had decided to try to immortalize one of their whoring sessions for posterity’s sake if nothing else. Fleur had even said that it could be something to watch later during a rainy day or something along those lines. Or maybe a memento to remember their previous lives should they ever decide to stop prostituting themselves to their owner. Very unlikely, but you could never know. Harry had to admit that he hadn’t been paying much attention since he had been too busy watching his beautiful ladies disrobe. His fuck-toys were so fucking hot while naked. The Captain of the ship hadn’t minded either way, so long as all the precautions to make sure that the tape never fell into the wrong hands were taken. He was the only man who had the right to see his three wonderful whores naked and he absolutely refused to share the privilege. It didn’t matter if it was in a photo, a video or in real life. The only exceptions to the rule would be the girls’ Doctor/Healer and their future children.

After plowing Apolline’s wet and hot cunt to a fantastic orgasm for them both and filling her fertile womb with his virile seed with the hope of impregnating her, Harry decided that a change of partner was in order. After his oldest lover got up once she came back to her senses from the great fucking she had just gotten, she switched places with Gabrielle and also took the camcorder from the hands of their «master»’s youngest fuck-toy. But instead of jumping straight into vigorous vaginal sex with his lovely prostitute, he had her practice her oral skills some more. So now Harry was sitting on a chair he had wandlessly summoned to him and his third whore was soon eagerly kneeling between his open legs working feverishly to resurrect his member. Gabrielle no longer cared where her «pimp’s» dick had been like she had in the beginning, she had a task to accomplish and the rest was secondary.

The young man was using a hand to hold her long silky, silvery blonde hair away from her face so he could see her better while she was currently sucking him off with great enthusiasm. She was moaning shamelessly with pleasure all the while her baby blue eyes partially closed by themselves due to sheer sexual bliss. Gabrielle absolutely loved giving head to her «owner», just like the good Veela whore she now was. He was groaning out loud from her much improved technique and it gave a slight boost to her feminine ego. Gabby was so glad to be able to please her «master» like that with her ever improving bedroom skills. Yes, accepting to become one of Harry’s exclusive fuck-toys with everything it had entailed was once more proving to have been an excellent choice to make. 

Fleur, who had enough of being on the sidelines, quickly joined her slutty younger sister between their «pimp’s» legs. Soon enough, Harry was one hell of a lucky guy, since he was now on the receiving end of a double blowjob. His much beloved playthings didn’t do that often since they had to be quite close to each other and it tempted them to cross a line they really shouldn’t; Incest that is. So Harry usually saw the double teaming acts as something rather special, like if his girls wished to reward him for some reason or if they wanted to butter him up for something. Like a trip on his dime to Victoria’s Secret for new lingerie he can tear away from their delightful bodies.

Then his ladies upped the ante by giving him a double titty fuck! Harry nearly lost his mind due to the sheer pleasure he felt! And it seemed that Apolline had finally gotten her second wind after the previous hard fucking she had gotten, since she joined her daughters by smothering Harry’s face in her large breasts by using her free hand to guide his head in her cleavage. The young man lost no time in motor-boarding them and sucking her nipples much to her obvious pleasure, since they were right there in his face. To think that all that lovely flesh belonged to him alone!

After a while of this, Harry decided it was high time for him to plow Gabrielle’s teenage pussy. She was «on duty» right now, so he really should take full advantage of what he was paying her for. He manhandled his beautiful hooker in the same position that he previously took her shameless slut of a mother after shooing his other two giggling fuck-toys away for a bit; ass up, face down and lost no time entering her with a low reverberating grunt. His beautiful prostitute was all too ready for his attention. In no time at all, Gabrielle was all but squealing out loud in both pleasure and great embarrassment. Because while she was quite used by now to oral and vaginal sex of various intensity with her «owner», it was the first time ever that Harry was toying with her anus by prodding it with his thumb. She had never taken anything there before, but could she ever refuse her «pimp’s» wishes? 

She had been his ever willing and obedient fuck-toy for two years now…If she told him «no», would he stop playing with her sensitive tits at random moments? Would he stop fucking her without a condom and cumming inside her tight pussy? Those thoughts filled her with despair even while she didn’t stop moaning out loud her pleasure. Gabrielle absolutely adored feeling his pawing hands all over her breasts at any hour of the day or the night and receiving cream-pies...There was nothing better than being fucked like the proud French whore she was without a rubber in the way, while Harry was busying himself in mauling her bouncing tits! 

But if she told him «yes», would he be willing to knock her up early in exchange? Not right now of course, but say, at her eighteenth birthday after she graduated from Beauxbatons? Gabrielle was absolutely certain that she would still be belonging to Harry by then. It was much too good to stop and the pay promised to be great! She really couldn’t foresee any kind of event that would make her stop prostituting herself to her sister’s husband in the coming years. She loved him so much...

She was snapped out of her decadent reverie when her «master» asked her something between pants, grunts, moans but without stopping using her nubile body for his personal pleasure. She was his, all his. He could do whatever he wanted to her. Money or no money, Gabrielle Delacour was Harry Potter’s prostitute through and through.

«How much would you charge for letting me fuck your tight little arse right now, Hooker Gabby? Would you like that? To give me your very last virginity?»

Harry knew very well that he could have simply cast a few preparatory charms before taking her without asking for permission and she would just have let him do so while moaning her pleasure and yelling out loud about his total ownership over her body. Just like her older sister and her mother before her, Gabrielle now belonged to him body, mind and soul ever since he had tamed her in the days following the loss of her virginity. But just taking what he wanted from her willing and sexy body wasn’t as much fun as having her put a price tag on her extra services as his private prostitute.

There was nothing mentioned in her work contract about anal sex after all. He knew for sure, since he had read it attentively. So she was free to name her price or to refuse him entirely. Harry would most likely met said price if he really wanted to use her for anal sex though. Since Gabrielle was too slow to come up with her answer for his tastes, Harry let his open palm smack her perky ass, hard. Then he forced himself to stop fucking her, much to her dismay and told her with a stern tone of voice

«I asked you a question, third whore! Answer your «owner»! How much for your anal virginity?»

Wishing to keep being fucked to the ground and having being reminded of her place in the hierarchy of her boyfriend’s harem, she quickly answered him with a feverish tone of voice

«10 000 Francs, «master»! My ass is worth at least that much! But I’m not giving it, even to you, without at least half the cash upfront!»

Since Harry had gotten his answer, he started to fuck Gabrielle’s pussy anew, much to her very vocal pleasure.

«Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!!! I love it so damn much! I love it when you’re using my body like that Harry! Fuck me! Fuck your youngest fuck-toy harder! Keep plowing your naughty angel’s pussy faster! Cette pute Française est folle amoureuse de son «souteneur!»

Her bedroom banter suddenly turned into a series of indistinct squeals and delirious moans of pleasure since Harry had forced one of his hands under her bust to roughly grab a breast and to pinch her nipple. Gabrielle’s were so sensitive! Having a sudden need to watch her pale tits bounce as he was fucking her, he reluctantly pulled out of her twat before manhandling his current partner so she was now laid on her back. Gabby offered her man a truly beautiful smile before opening her legs to invite him back inside her soaked sex. Harry was quick to accept the given invitation and very soon, Gabby’s still growing boobs were bouncing wildly with each of his pelvis strikes. Well when they weren’t forcefully grabbed by Harry’s greedy hands that is. In the head of the Delacour women, things wouldn’t be right in the world if Harry Potter wasn’t playing with their naked breasts anytime he could.

Apolline was hovering nearby, filming everything with one hand and touching herself shamelessly with the other. She knew Harry was often watching her, ogling her really. So it was a shared benefit for the mature woman to play with herself while watching him having hot unbridled sex with her youngest daughter. For Apolline, it was almost as much fun watching her family’s «pimp» plow both of her daughters’ cunts than being the one ridden all the way to a fantastic climax. Being one of Harry’s whores was a very liberating experience and she was truly appreciating it. Then Fleur’s patience ran out because she said out loud

«Can you hurry up a bit, mon amour? I’m so fucking horny right now. I need you inside my tight cunny so badly. You played with maman before me and now you’re taking too long while playing with my hooker of a sister. I understand that you want to take advantage of what you’re paying her for, but still. My fingers are getting cramped and letting you play with my breasts as a consolation prize is no longer enough.»

Of course, Fleur said all this while exaggeratedly pouting and holding said naked breasts in her hands for his viewing pleasure and for the camcorder. Harry carefully considered her request for a few minutes without stopping fucking Gabrielle’s pussy before he decided to switch partners. Fleur was his wife in all but name, but more importantly in the current context, she was also his favourite whore. So her carnal needs were at times prioritized over the others’. After a last powerful thrust inside Gabrielle’s tight teenage cunt, he sadly removed himself from the heavenly situation. He steeled his heart to ignore his youngest fuck-toy’s loud whines of displeasure of not getting her requested cream-pie immediately. 

His lovely third whore would just have to be patient. They had all the time in the world, he would come back to her pussy later and would then cum deep inside her as promised. With the storm currently going on, this special prostitution session wasn’t about to truly end anytime soon. Once Harry was on his feet again, Fleur lost no time in jumping on him. He caught her easily enough by her luscious rear, she hardly weighed anything and he was strong enough to hold her; returning her kisses with the same vigour while walking her towards one of the tables.

Very soon, Fleur was laid on her back and Harry entered her tight sopping sex with a mix of a groan and a moan of pleasure coming from the both of them. Harry didn’t bother to start slow, he needed to plow his wife’s scorching hot cunt way too much for that. She had pulled him away from her younger sister’s greedy pussy before their respective orgasms, so she had to take responsibility for her actions. While Harry was busy admiring Fleur’s big bouncing tits, Apolline was alternating between filming the current fornicating couple and her youngest daughter all the while still touching herself to keep herself warm for her next turn. Gabrielle was still laid down on the ground where Harry had left her, her coltish legs still parted and masturbating slowly, sensually. 

One hand was massaging a breast gently, sometimes toying with her overly sensitive nipples while she had three fingers in her overflowing honeypot. She was keeping herself warmed up from when her «owner» would come back to use her body. Harry was a man of his word. He had promised to give her a cream-pie and he would do as he said he would. Of course, such actions made Gabrielle moan out loud even if the sounds she was making were buried by those emitted by the coupling of Harry and his favourite fuck-toy.

In between loud grunts, Harry asked his wife in all but name without stopping his movements inside her sex

«What are you, my beautiful flower?»

Fleur had to marshal her thoughts to be able to do anything but moan and beg for more before she answered him in a halting voice. She knew what he wanted her to say and she wasn’t bothered by it. Fleur had long since made peace with her overly lustful inner nature.

«I’m... a... French...Veela...slut! YES! YES! YES! OH FUCK ME! I’m nothing but a high-class whore at your beck and call, mon amour, so keep using me like one!»

And in a certain sense, it was nothing but the truth. Their sessions were called as they were for a very good reason after all. There actually would be a monetary exchange for the sexual favours of all three Delacour women once this part of the ongoing prostitution session would be over. It was one of the reasons as to why the ladies were so unbridled with him, Harry had to get his money’s worth out of their shapely bodies after all. If he didn’t, it would reflect badly on their coveted status of high-class prostitutes. No high-class hookers worth their salt wanted to go back willingly to a lower level after all.

A few minutes later, Harry asked Fleur once again without stopping plowing her hot and wet pussy.

«And whose high-class whore are you, my ever horny cum-dumpster?»

Her answer was quicker than before, but not less arousing for all that.

«Yours! Only yours, my Harry! I’m whoring myself only to you! Mon corps, mon cœur et mon âme t'appartiennent!»

Fleur didn’t even react to being called a cum-dumpster by her «owner». When they were having sex, Harry could call her whatever he pleased and she wouldn’t mind; so long as she got her promised orgasms and cream-pies. They were trying for a baby after all. They continued like that for another few minutes before husband and wife in spirit if not by law had their respective orgasms back to back. After recovering his breath, Harry reluctantly removed his semi-hard member out of Fleur’s soaked vagina before setting his eyes on the still masturbating Gabrielle and licking his lips at the delicious spectacle. Coming to a quick decision after seeing Fleur slowly sit down and seeing his fresh load of cum starting to slowly escape from her well used sex, he said

«Apolline, my Darling, be a dear and give the camcorder to Fleur. Then I want you on your knees in front of me for a good blowjob. I need you to get me hard again in order for me to use my youngest fuck-toy.»

Beaming equally at the salacious request and the loving pet name he had for her, the older woman was quick to obey her «master» once she stopped fingering herself. Very soon, Fleur was now filming her mother kneeling in front of their «pimp» while she was showing to the camera her vast experience in oral sex. Apolline Delacour was the best cocksucker among Harry's whores. Between moans and groans of pleasure, Harry did the same thing he did when Gabrielle was the one sucking his cock earlier, that is taking hold of his oldest fuck-toy’s long silvery blonde hair so he could see her better while she did her job. Shamelessly, Harry used his free hand to grab hold of one of his Darling’s big naked breasts and started playing with it. They were rightfully his, so it was his privilege to touch them anytime he wanted. Seriously, Harry loved the big tits of his beautiful sluts so much .

If it was feasible, he would have insisted that they stay naked or at least topless constantly. It was decided, once they were back home, he would instate very specific days where his ladies would have to be naked all day long, not just when he felt like seeing them in the buff. It would be a murder on the electricity bill, but seeing his beautiful fuck-toys starkers more often would be more than worth it in his opinion. Then all his thoughts vanished after his second whore took the much appreciated initiative to deep-throat him. She continued dutifully until she had to take a breath before diving back again with gusto. Apolline was really the best cock sucker among his sluts, hands down. Of course, Harry’s strong hands never left her sizable breast, except to tweak her hardened nipples, nor her silk-like hair. After almost ten minutes of that, Apolline stopped sucking her «pimp» reluctantly, contenting herself to giving him a slow hand-job before she told him in an husky tone of voice and with clear «fuck me» eyes

«Your cock is ready, «master.» It's now hard enough to plow my youngest daughter’s sweet cunny. Unless you wish to fuck mine instead? I’m always ready for my «owner», just like a good high-class whore should.»

Harry could easily detect the naked hope. For a moment he was truly tempted, it was hardly a chore for him to use Apolline’s MILF body to sate his lusts. But he remembered that he had previously given his word. So he reluctantly let go of his oldest fuck-toy’s hair and boob before telling her

«Maybe next time, my Darling. Gabrielle needs the cream-pie I promised her just like you and Fleur both needed yours. Sharing is caring after all. Don’t you worry, I’m very happy with your services as one of my whores.»

Apolline pouted prettily like a woman half her age before letting her «owner» go to her youngest with an exaggerated sigh of sadness. In no time at all, Harry was on top of Gabrielle again and was fucking her even harder than before to make up for lost time. Harry’s third whore was no longer just moaning and mewling her pleasure. She was screaming it at the top of her voice, her eyes closed and her head shaking from side to side from the pleasure overload. This particular whoring session was starting to top the first one of the season in the Courtyard of Debauchery at the Family Estate. 

Not that the family didn’t have sex elsewhere when staying over in Toulouse. Harry had very often taken one of his very willing fuck-toys at random places inside the building or somewhere on the propriety on a whim. Like that time he fucked Gabrielle stupid in the wine cellar and left her there to compose herself with a very messy facial and a ruined blouse, the time he fucked Apolline to sheer exhaustion in the carriage house or again that time he was caught plowing Fleur’s cunt during a quickie in the attic. But their prostitution sessions were generally held in the designated courtyard since it was furnished with their every need in mind.

After a few more minutes under that treatment, both lovers got what they wanted. A young whore’s cunt being cream-pied. After a quick gulp of pepper-up potion, Harry was ready for round two. He forcefully grabbed Apolline and had her riding him until another glorious orgasm. After giving his three lovelies each a second cream-pie, Harry needed his rest though. So after getting their breaths back, the family turned off the camcorder and migrated slowly to their cabin. After cleaning themselves up they cuddled in bed while still entirely naked. (There was no need for anyone to get dressed, since Harry would more than likely fuck them again first time in the morning.) But not before their «pimp» made a great show of paying his three wonderful fuck-toys with actual money for their previous sexual favours after playing with their magnificent naked breasts for a little bit. It wouldn’t do to not give them what they had rightly earned after all. Both in money and in caresses. A few hours later, both Gabrielle and Apolline were brusquely awoken by their bed shaking like crazy. It seemed that their prostitution session was starting anew for a new round.

The sounds of skin slapping against skin and the loud cries of pleasure, both feminine and masculine, told them exactly what was happening. Their «owner» was currently occupied at putting his favourite whore through her paces and that they were having really great fun together if they were that vocal. Harry was now using Fleur’s magnificent body in a mating press and the sight was simply a feast for their eyes. So much so that even before they were fully awake, both.Apolline and Gabrielle started to masturbate themselves with great enthusiasm. 

They had to get themselves ready from when their «owner» would want to use them next. And with the show Fleur and «Master» were putting on, they could more or less accurately guess it wouldn’t take much time. One of the differences between a fantastic high-class whore like the Delacour women and a normal, run of the mill one was to be ready at a moment’s notice to be used by their «pimp». And the Delacour women as a whole intended to prove to Harry again and again that he had made an excellent decision in accepting them as his exclusive fuck-toys. Not that there was any risk of him getting tired and bored of them, but just in case...

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In the end, the special whoring session lasted more or less seventy-two hours. But after the storm blew out, they were on their way once more. To make up for lost time, Harry would only have sex with his fuck-toys at night instead of after every meal. A few days later than expected, they finally arrived at their destination. Which was Stromboli Island in northern Sicily. Harry’s ladies were of two minds about finally being here. On one hand, they were happy to be able to go ashore after days at sea and to explore a new place, but on the other hand, they were sad that they could no longer stay naked all day long and tempt their «owner» with their nubile bodies at any time. Such continuous debauchery was very addictive after all.

Proof that Fate was now out to reward him to compensate Harry for his shitty childhood and teenage years, his family and him actually met by sheer happenstance two of his old friends! Luna and Hermione were also enjoying a well deserved vacation from their own stressful but fulfilling jobs. While the reunion was unexpected, it was a good thing that their previous dynamic hadn’t suffered in the years they had been apart. They had never gone entire years without meeting with each other of course, but it was a big difference from their Hogwarts days when you were living in close proximity almost all year around. While Harry was aware that his friends had matured into beautiful women, it wasn’t in his nature to objectify them. Even if a tiny part of himself agreed that they were smashing pieces of arse. Not as much as his fuck-toys, but still!

During their shared evening meal at a local restaurant, Fleur was watching them intently and started scheming in silence. She knew that her lover had almost crossed the line a few times by considering ordering his fuck-toys to play with each other and thus ruining the mood by breaking the rules. But while neither of the three of them wished to give incest a try, they wanted to experiment with other girls. Well, not so much experimenting for Apolline, having already had her fill of lesbian couplings before she met her future husband while living in the French Veela enclave.

But if their «owner» wished for her to have sex with another woman that wasn’t related to her by blood for his viewing pleasure, Harry’s second whore would be quite glad to indulge him. At this point, Apolline was ready to do anything with and for him, short of breaking the rules they agreed upon at the beginning of their arrangement. But both Fleur and Gabrielle wanted to try fooling around with a woman since they never had the occasion before, both having grown up outside of the Veela Enclaves. It would be mostly for their «pimp»’s pleasure, but also theirs. It would be a brand new experience to try. So now, Harry’s minx of a wife was seriously considering adding two brand new playthings for Harry’s private collection. 

But not before seeing if both Luna and Hermione were interested in that kind of arrangement of course. She was also telling herself that if they were to join, there wouldn't be any other after that. Their «owner»’s fantastic stamina had limits after all. Five very horny fuck-toys to «entertain» would require some planning after all. While Harry was busy reconnecting with his best female friend while discreetly checking both her and Luna out, Fleur guided the sweet dotty woman to a quiet corner before discreetly using magic to ward against eavesdroppers. The younger woman took Fleur’s explanation about her family’s relationship with Harry very well, she didn’t even bat an eye. But when the proposition came around for the eccentric young lady to join them, now Luna was surprised. It took a lot to take the wind out of Luna Lovegood’s sails but when you managed the feat, it was really something to see. With a slight blush, the young woman with dirty blond hair asked

«Let me get this straight. You convinced Harry to cheer up your lonely widowed mother by giving her the night of her life, then you permitted her to keep having sex with your boyfriend any time they both wanted. Then later on, your mother seduced Harry into taking your younger sister’s virginity for her fifteenth birthday gift and a day later, she was added to the roster as a permanent member. Now you all play a role of being his sexual playthings. But since he want to see some girl on girl action and you want to make his fantasy come true, but your family doesn’t practice incest, you’re looking for new partners?»

Fleur answered her with an encouraging smile

«Almost but not quite. Not just any willing partners, Luna. I want trustworthy ones who can keep our secrets. Harry wouldn’t accept just anyone you know. I was his first and only until I convinced him to take care of both my mother and later on my sister. It’s not just mind blowing sex, he needs to have an emotional connection with his partners. With the life he lived before winning the war, doesn’t he now deserve all the love he can get?»

Then her sweet smile turned salacious and she continued

«Trust me on this, Luna. He is extremely good. And he has stamina to spare! He took all three of us, one after the other, a few nights ago and after all that, he was ready for more! The main thing I have to warn you about, is that during sex, we are all very vulgar. The things we call out loud...It’s enough to make a hardened sailor blush.»

In the end, Luna decided that she was interested enough by Fleur’s sales pitch to take a trial run. She always had a small crush on Harry during her school days and now that she was a grown woman, she wasn’t about to let such an opportunity slip through her fingers! It was too bad that he had ditched her during Slughorn’s Christmas party in her Fifth year at Hogwarts; she would have been ready to fool around with him a bit afterwards. Not full blown sex, at the time she hadn’t even been close to be ready for that. But she would have likely let him fondle her breasts under her bra in a broom closet. But the past was the past. She would give this experiment a try and see where it led her before committing to anything more than a few one night stands.

Convincing Hermione took somewhat longer though. Not that the brunette was shyer about sex than her blonde friend. No. Hermione had simply just been more private about the exact details of her romantic dalliances, but she didn’t hide that she had them. No, she was very afraid of coming between Harry and Fleur, who were all but married. Harry had finally found happiness, she didn’t want to destroy that. Once Hermione was assured that sleeping with Harry, his wife and his mistresses (Hermione was still uncomfortable calling them by the salacious nicknames Harry had for his ladies even after being explained about Magical France’s stance on the entirety of the sex industry) wouldn’t destroy their odd but loving relationship, she was quick to wrap her mind about everything that was discussed and to join on a trial basis. Like Luna, she would see where it would lead before making any kind of permanent commitment. She had always loved Harry one way or another, so expressing said love physically now that they were adults wasn’t much of a stretch.

Harry, by now quite used to his future wife’s quirk of finding him new bed partners, asked his old friends for some clarifications once they all were in the privacy of his ship. If Fleur wanted him to fuck his old friends, he wasn’t going to argue with her about it. Not when said old friends wanted him to fuck them too. Harry asked both Luna and Hermione if he would need to use condoms when sleeping with them, what were their limits, etc. Basically anything he needed to know to make their addition to their group as harmonious as possible. But in the end, Hermone and Luna didn’t want him to treat them differently than his other lovers. So they would just have to get used to being called the various terms describing the oldest job in the world and the role-play centred around it. On the side of birth control, both Hermione and Luna assured him that they had it covered. So he could have bareback sex ans cum inside them too.

They didn’t start right away, Harry had other things to say and do before they could just get on with the orgy and the future individual sessions. It was important for them to understand what would happen.

« I want you to be aware of a few important things before you decide to get involved in this particular arrangement. I don’t want any misunderstandings to come between us to muck things up. Girls, I know that you are both strong, successful and independent women out there in the real world and I admire you both for it. But when you are aboard my ship, on the property of the Delacour Estate in Toulouse, or in the privacy of my home in Argelès-sur-Mer, you. Are. Both. My. Fuck-toys.

I will order you around, use very crass language to do it and use your nubile bodies to my heart’s content. I will do so at any hour of the day or the night. Don’t think that I’m doing this just to you, I’m doing the exact same thing to Fleur, Apolline and Gabrielle. I have a few ground rules though. A closed bedroom door  means that the woman I’m with and I want to be left alone. An open door is an invitation to join us. It’s the same if we have sex elsewhere. I’m not picky about where I have sex so long as it isn’t in public.

Most importantly, I don’t share my women with other men and I’m always faithful to my lovers. I mean, what would be the point to go look elsewhere when I already have three women to be intimate with? Well now it will be five with you two added to the lot. So, any objections?»

In the end, they were none. So Harry had now five whores at his beck and call. He would need to break in and tame his new ones though. But Harry Potter had always enjoyed a challenge.

Chapter Text

Harry Potter and the Delacour Women

Chapter 7: Sicilian Conquests part II

Since he wasn’t a total insensitive jerk, Harry didn’t threw his brand new fuck-toys into the deep end right away. While it was admittedly fun to more or less bully the Delacour women to follow his whims and desires, they were used by now to their roles as his personal high class whores and were thriving in the debauchery. Hermione and Luna were new, so he would take his time and break them in gently. When they were used to how things were run in his household, then he would treat them like his three other lovers. Which was why he took his oldest friend with him to another cabin and closed the door behind them. Both Hermione and Harry sat on the bed and he was quick to put an arm around her back to hug her close to him while she let her head rest on his shoulder. They stayed in a companionable silence for a moment before he told her

«You don’t have to join Fleur’s hair-brained scheme if you don’t want to, you know. I don’t exactly hurt for company in my bed these days.»

Hermione stayed silent for a moment longer and finally answered him

«I’m curious enough to give this new kind of arrangement a try. I have always loved you in one way or another and I know you feel the same for me. But tell me, is Gabrielle really your personal prostitute or was it simply a prank from Fleur to see how I would react?»

Harry, not having anything to hide from his best female friend, answered and explained, knowing that she would more than likely dig up any information she was looking for anyway.

«Yes, Gabby is now my private hooker. I’ve been shagging her regularly ever since her fifteenth birthday, when I claimed her virginity at Apolline’s insistence. As for her current situation, the girl needed to learn to handle her money in a responsible manner instead of blowing up her allowance on stupid things; so her mother and I made her get a summer job after cutting her pocket money. She made the choice to work in her family’s brothel all on her own without any input from anyone. And since I absolutely refuse to share my beautiful fuck-toys with other men, she would only have been allowed to take female customers if I hadn’t bought her work contract right as it was filed. 

And now I regularly pay her for sex, even if she would have let me use her body as I wished without any money involved. And before you get on your high horses, it’s all perfectly legal and even moral in Magical France. The age of consent is fifteen for witches and wizards, you of all people should know this. In fact, there is five of Gabrielle’s female classmates who are working in the Delacour brothel as prostitutes for the duration of the summer break.»

There was no need for him to tell Hermione that both Fleur and Apolline were also so deep in their roleplay that the line between reality and imagination tended to blur to a point that they now believed that they truly were his private property. Which was kind of true in a sense if you thought about it. It didn’t help that he couldn’t help himself and kept throwing money at them for their sexual services to reinforce their roles in their little game. The beautiful bookworm would learn it all on her own soon enough and might even let the lusty fever claim her like it did the Delacour women. But if Harry thought Hermione would get all indignant from how he turned out, since his new values weren’t «proper» British ones any longer, he was dead wrong. She rolled her eyes at him and then told him

«Harry, stop trying to justify your actions to me, I don’t have any right to judge you. Not anymore at least. So long as your partners are all over the age of consent and also willing participants, I don’t need to know more. I’ve learned that not every country will have the same values, laws and morals as Britain. And that it is wrong for me to try to impose my own values on other people. Fleur also sold me very well the idea of becoming your newest fuck-toy. Now, how about you go about convincing me of making this arrangement a permanent one instead of one on a trial basis?»

She had started her sentence in a somewhat exasperated tone but finished it with a rather saucy one. Seeing it as the green light to start the festivities, Harry grabbed his best female friend by the waist and forcefully brought her closer to him. Then he claimed her lips for his own. A few gentle kisses soon turned into a frenzy of French kisses, some sloppy, some clean, with their hands starting to wander. Soon enough, Harry had removed Hermione’s bikini top, letting it fall somewhere out of sight. His hands started exploring freely and shamelessly her pale breasts and stiff nipples, much to her vocal appreciation. 

Since her skin there was paler than everywhere else, it showed that she hadn’t taken advantage of the topless or nudist beaches around the Mediterranean recently. It was no matter, she would soon have all the opportunities in the world to even her tan. Hermione’s tits were bigger than Gabrielle’s but a tad smaller and less firm than Fleur’s. He couldn't compare them to those of his second whore fairly though. Apolline was not only older but she also had the advantage of two pregnancies to enhance her natural beautiful figure. And if he had his way, Apolline would soon start her third pregnancy with his own child. Harry had come around to his women’s arguments and would breed two of his five fuck-toys. He always wanted a family, his women were more than willing and their collective financial situation was stable, so why not?

Hermione was now straddling her brand new «pimp’s» lap, moving back and forth on his growing but still clothed erection to pay him back for his teasing of her now very hardened nipples a short while ago. With the sexual frenzy taking hold on the two old friends, it wasn’t long before they were both entirely naked. With a gleam of mischief in her lovely brown eyes, Hermione obeyed Harry’s command to kneel on the floor and to suck his hard cock. While Hermione won points by her enthusiasm and her single-minded determination to see her task through, it was clear she was not all that experienced in the act. But it didn't matter all that much. His brainy best friend would learn all the tricks of the trade in due time under his other whores’ tutelage. Both Apolline and Fleur were wonderful teachers for the Bedroom Arts.

Harry was groaning out loud, his eyes turned back in their sockets and one hand was fisting Hermione’s brown mane to help her blow him better. He would never have admitted it before, but he often had wet dreams as a teen about Hermione and him being in similar situations. He had never acted on it at the time, since Ron had told him in confidence that he fancied her, but well, now it was all in the past. Ron was seeing some other nameless bird back in Britain and Hermione was now stark naked in a cabin aboard his ship currently sucking his dick like her life depended on it. Summoning a bit more of his intellect out of the clouds of lust, Harry told his new brainy fuck-toy

«Play with yourself with one hand, ‘Mione. I want you all wet and ready for me to plow your cunt in a few minutes.»

Hermione made no motion to have seemingly heard the commands of her new «pimp» until she did exactly as he ordered her. She kept pumping his hard member with one hand, well whatever part wasn’t in her mouth at the time that is, then her other hand went to toy with her already moist flower. She simply couldn’t wait until Harry decided it was time to fuck her. She had dreamed of both her boys in that way often during her teenage years. So when Harry never made a move on her, forgetting that he had been as dense as Hogwarts castle’s stone walls when it came to understanding women, she focused her attention on Ron. But sady, it never went anywhere and Harry had vanished from the country by then. But now they were reunited and she had to admit that she absolutely loved his new attitude and ability to take charge! It was revving her motor something fierce!

After a few more minutes, Harry couldn’t wait anymore. To hell with the preliminaries! He wanted, no, scratch that - he needed to plow Hermione’s pussy. The slow and tender lovemaking could wait for another time. It seemed that even with all those years apart, they could still read each other just fine, since the lovely brunette didn’t lose any time moving from her crouching position on the floor to climb on his lap sensually. From there she took hold of his hard cock while his hands were on her hips, she aligned him with her entrance and slowly but surely took him inside her. Once he had bottomed inside her, both lovers let out loud moans of pleasure before sharing a few sloppy French kisses. Then after grabbing his new lover by the hips, Harry started to trust in her with gusto. And after he was done with Hermione, he would play with Luna next. He had two brand new whores to break in after all.

There was no slow lovemaking this time, it was pure animalistic rutting. Harry was fascinated by his current lady’s bouncing breasts, to the point that one hand left her hip and went to squeeze them one after the other, making Hermione moan in pleasure much louder than before. She then told him with a seductive voice

«Fuck yes, Harry! Fuck me harder, faster! Play with my tits! Oh my God! If I had known you were this good, I would have jumped you years ago! YES!»

Harry couldn’t help the proud smirk forming on his lips at hearing that but sadly Hermione would have been disappointed if she had acted when they were teenagers. Before Fleur took him in hand, he had zero practical knowledge and no skills to speak of concerning the Bedroom Arts. He would always be thankful for his favorite whore of a fiancee’s patient teachings. He wouldn’t be the man he was now without her after all. He went from being an hopeless virgin, to a man who made three busty Veelas entirely addicted to his cock, to the point that they had collectively decided to become his personal and permanent fuck-toys if only to assure themselves that he would never leave them for another woman. The things he could do with their bodies, only for them to beg him for more…It was simply unreal. The sheer power they gave him over them was intoxicating! But he would hold true to his beliefs and wouldn't break the rules.

Harry let Hermione bounce happily on his dick in the cowgirl position for a while longer before he decided to take a more active role in their lovemaking. Soon enough, he was helping her along, making the rhythm of their lovemaking much more satisfying. After all, the Bedroom Arts were created for at least two partners. Deciding to test the waters and gauge her reactions, the captain of the ship simply let loose with some dirty talk.

«Good God, Hermione! You’re already such a good whore to fuck and you haven’t even been tamed and trained yet! You’ll be a truly fantastic one when I’m done putting you through your paces! I just can’t wait! I'll have you and Luna play with my other beautiful fuck-toys until I can’t take anymore and ends up buried in the closest cunt I can acess!»

Hermione was no novice in sexual intercourse and in dirty talk, but Harry seemed to have developed a way with words that made her head spin while she couldn’t help but imagine exactly what he described. Five beautiful and naked women of various ages and sizes playing lovingly, sensually with each other, at the beck and call of a single powerful man...Their «pimp» Harry. Oh God, she wanted that! She now wanted that so badly! If she had to let him call her by a lot of derogatory nicknames for it to happen, then so be it! It was a rather small sacrifice to make in her opinion. Hermione would soon follow the example of the Delacour women and would begin prostituting herself for Harry in earnest. 

And she would also do everything in her power to convince Luna to do the same. After everything he did for the Wizarding World, Harry had more than earned the right to have five beautiful women to serve as his personal sexual playthings. In Hermione’s opinion, it was a sign of his selflessness that he limited himself to only five women since his own fiancee had first wanted to give him a much larger harem before changing her mind. The newly enlightened bookworm would most likely use her future paychecks from her new side job to cover her travel expenses. Even with magic, international travel was not cheap. And Hermione wasn’t as powerful as their beloved Harry, who had no problem apparating across the Channel through countless wards without even being winded.

Soon enough, Harry had her on her hands and knees, with him behind her also kneeling, with his big strong callused hands firmly on her shapely hips. He was plowing her wet sex rather slowly, but the force behind his trusts more than made up for the lack of speed. Then her moans and mewls of pleasure got louder when one of his hands snaked its way up and palmed a wobbling breast, before he started to lightly pull and twist her erect nipple. The young woman’s reaction was very quick.

«Again Harry! Again! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh fuck! I love what you’re doing to me! Please, don’t stop fucking my pussy!»

Hermione howled her pleasure loudly.

Harry had no intention of stopping until he came deep inside her cunt without bothering asking her where she wanted his incoming load. What better way to claim ownership over his brand new whore than to give her a creampie? Speaking of her being new and needing to be tamed and trained, he told her in a no nonsense tone of voice

« Whatever you and Luna were planning on doing next for the rest of your vacation, you will just have to abandon those plans. After I’m done with breaking in Luna and you tonight and tomorrow, the both of you will accompany my other whores and myself on the return sailing trip to France. I’ll fuck the both of you, at any time I want during the day and night, to put you through your paces with the goal of taming and start training you. Then you’ll both participate in your first whoring session on French soil once we’re at Delacour Manor in Toulouse, to show me how much you progressed during your initial training. After that I might let the two of you return to Britain if the results from that particular session are satisfying. If not, I'll keep you with me in France until you’ve both shown enough promise. Luna and you will still have a lot of work ahead of you in order to obtain the coveted rank of high class whore like my three other fuck-toys though.»

What Harry spoke about barely registered to Hermione, but at this point she was ready to do almost anything so long as the pleasure kept building inside her. So with a backward glance toward her brand new «pimp», she told him haltingly

«So long… as you keep… fucking me… like that, I’ll do… whatever you want. Now shut up… and start… plowing my cunt… harder! Don’t…forget…to play…with my…tities!»

Harry couldn’t help but chuckle with fond amusement at her bossiness even while they were currently having sex. Normally he would have punished her for it, he was the one in charge at the moment. But he decided to let it go. Hermione would learn in due time her place in his harem. She was his best female friend, true, but she wasn’t his favorite whore and second in command. That place of honor was rightfully Fleur’s, since she would be his bride. It was also something that would become official once they got back to France…They had waited long enough… 

After his new playthings participated in their very first prostitution session in the Manor’s courtyard of debauchery though. Because Harry knew himself, he wouldn’t be able to resist the temptation of seeing all his lovelies naked together and engineer an orgy for long after he finished taming both Luna and Hermione. It was almost too good to be true! He, Harry James Potter, would soon be the proud «owner» of five beautiful whores! He thought he had reached the very peak of his luck by owning just three!

Wanting to put Hermione through her paces some more, Harry soon had her in a mating press and sawing back and forth in her heated sex. She became much more vocal even if her diaphragm was somewhat compressed by the position. Harry had just learned that Hermione adored being taken in a mating press. In the end, the Captain of the ship put Hermione through her paces before finishing off her first round with a good creampie. They were two domains that the Magical world excelled over the Muggle one, faster individual international travel and safe sexual relationships. Wizards had had efficient and near foolproof means of preventing unwanted pregnancies and venereal diseases centuries before their non-magical counterparts. 

It was exactly why Hermione has no qualm of letting Harry have his wicked way with her without using a condom as protection. So long as she took her dose of birth control potion regularly, she would not conceive. Harry and Hermione stayed cuddled for a while, just basking in each other’s presence, all the while talking about what had happened in their years apart. Normally, he would have gotten up and gone to take care of his other whores, or maybe even go break in Luna all in the same night, but in the end he decided against it.

Harry hadn’t seen Hermione in years and other than the odd letters and phone calls, they hadn’t had much contact. He wanted to take his time to bask in her renewed presence in his life right now. His other ladies would understand and a night off would do them some good. Lately they haven’t done much else than having repetitive sex marathons. Don’t get him wrong, Harry absolutely loved using his sexy fuck-toys’ willing and nubile bodies to his heart’s content. But perhaps it was time to slow down a bit and to enjoy life outside of the bedroom? But not before finishing what he had started. 

Hence why once they had recovered, Harry asked Hermione if she was up for round two, and she was indeed very much up for it. They stopped after an enthusiastic round three though, not because Harry was no longer in the mood, but because Hermione lacked the stamina and was now too tired to continue. That would change with some training, but it was still a very fruitful night. His brand new whore had gotten two creampies and one rather messy facial. Harry was rather proud of his handiwork.

XxX

The next morning, Harry woke up rather early and decided to let Hermione sleep in to recuperate from her initiation in his harem. God, his life was ridiculous. He was the owner of a harem like those you see in some Japanese manga. And it was his wife-to-be who decided he needed one. He went back to the Captain’s cabin at a leisurely pace, only to find Fleur fast asleep in their bed. He bent down to give her a peck on her cheek and give one of her clothed breasts a quick grope once near her (She was wearing one of his t-shirts as a nightie), then went to take a much needed shower after taking clean clothes along with him. 

After showering alone (which was a rarity since quite often one of his beloved would join him for some fun or just for some company), he decided to go eat a bit since he was feeling peckish. Making his way to the galley, he passed by an open cabin door to find a truly captivating sight. Enough to make him stop to gaze at it shamelessly. His beautiful Gabrielle, naked as the day she was born, was sitting on the edge of the mattress, yawning and stretching out to get rid of the kinks in her muscles.

Deciding on the spot that a bit of exercise before breakfast was a must to work out a bit more appetite, he entered the cabin and closed the door behind him. Harry suddenly wanted a bit of «alone time» with his lovely prostitute. The sound of the door closing and her «owner’s» appearance had the effect of lighting up Gabby’s beautiful blue eyes. She saw the look in his eyes and she just had to add oil on the fire by delibaretedly stretching herself sensually, showing off what mother nature gave her. There were no words to be had. Gabrielle knew that her «master» wanted to have his way with her and she would never say no to a good fucking. She had chosen to become his prostitute for a very good reason after all. 

In no time at all, the youngest Delacour woman was gleefully and noisily gagging on her «owner’s» big cock. She loved sucking his member. One dainty looking hand was bracing itself against his now naked thigh while the other was making back and forth movements in her femininity to make sure she would be wet enough to be used at a moment’s notice. Gabrielle was a good high class whore. She was always ready at a moment’s notice to be used by her «pimp» at any hour of the day or the night.

Harry had one of his hands holding back her long silvery blonde hair away from her face so he could see her at work and the other one was pawing at her bouncing tits with great relish. Her nubile body belonged to him, so why would he deprive himself from touching her? Gabrielle loved to have his hands play with her breasts anyway. His youngest fuck-toy was so beautiful, just like both her mother and sister. Her natural beauty was even more enhanced by her current nudity and by her performance of sexual acts. After a while longer, Harry stopped playing with his current partner’s breasts and removed his well lubed dick from her throat, only to ask her with a loving tone of voice

«How do you want me to fuck you, my naughty angel?»

Quick as lightning, Gabrielle got up from the bed and ran to her trunk to grab her daily dose of contraceptive potion. She would have taken it earlier, but deepthroating the cock of her «pimp» had taken precedence. After she gulped the content in five seconds flat, she ran back to her «owner» and told him sultrily since it was now safe for her to receive creampies. Then she answered him with a sultry tone of voice and «fuck me» eyes

«I want you to treat me like the high class whore I really am. So I want it on all four, my master.» 

A few minutes later, Gabrielle was in position on the bed. It took precious little time for Harry to enter her sopping wet snatch and start fucking her fast and hard with his big hands on her shapely hips, just like he knew she loved it. And boy, was she vocal this morning! Door closed or not, she might be heard by anyone awake. Not that they cared at this point. Harry’s other whores could come and see them in action if they so wished. It would only be more hot naked women for him to ogle to his heart’s content since it was a new rule he instaurted for them to be naked if they wanted to be spectators if the door was closed..

« AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! YES! YES! YES! OUI! OUI! OUI! OUI! OUI! MORE! Give me MORE ! I love it so goddamn much! Keep plowing the sweet cunt of this high class French whore of yours, «master»! Don’t you fucking dare stop! Oh God yes! I love you Harry! I love you so damn much! Ngh, YES! Yes! Yes! Just like that! Oh oui! Bordel que c’est bon quand tu me baises comme ça, mon Harry! I need you to cum inside me! Ngh yes! Je suis une pute! Je suis une pute!»

Harry was grunting shamelessly out loud his pleasure while frantically squeezing his third whore’s bouncing breasts. It always felt so nice to plow Gabrielle’s tight pussy and play with her still growing and very sensitive tits. It was a very good thing that he had decided to keep her for his exclusive use. It would have been a truly great shame to let her potential be squandered by inadequate lovers. All of his whores would achieve great things in and out of his bed, he swore it. If only to himself…

«You’re such a fantastic fuck-toy, my naughty angel. With a body made for sin and an unmeasured talent for the Bedroom Arts! You belong to me and me alone! I will only share you with my other whores. I'm certain you’ll look even more gorgeous with your head between Luna or Hermione’s thighs! Or those two will look even more gorgeous, with their own heads between your mother’s, your sister’s or your own thighs! All for me! Just for me!»

Even after having healed as much as possible from his traumatic childhood and tumultuous teenage years, Harry sadly still had some deep emotional scars. He wasn’t normally overly materialistic, but he had the tendency to grip quite hard, in a manner of speaking, on the things that meant the most to him. He did that in case someone or something tried to take it away from him. It was one of the main reasons behind Harry’s possessive streak towards his lovers. The young man realistically understood that he had absolutely nothing to fear about. The Delacour women were all heads over heels in love with him, and had given him the exclusivity & the right of free access to their bodies. There also were no other suitors waiting in the wings for Apolline or Gabrielle’s heart either. While Luna and Hermione weren’t in love with him, at least not yet, they weren’t the type of women to play with their significant other’s affections. But the heart was often stronger than reason and Harry had already been burned a few times in the past.

In the end, he let his concerns fly away as he watched Gabrielle come undone multiple times in a row on his hard rod. His prostitute was so beautiful. After giving her the creampie she had begged him for and a bit of rest, both lovers continued hand in hand toward the galley for some much needed sustenance, but not before getting dressed. Harry and his beloved whores needed to be at their very best after all. Once arrived at destination, The young man came face to face with another glorious sight. Apolline was currently cooking breakfast for everyone, with only a frilly apron to hide her marvelous nude body!

And by the wicked gleam in her eyes and her little smug smile, she knew exactly the kind of effect she had on him! The minx! Needless to say, Harry had his wicked way with his second whore after eating his fill of her delicious cooking. The looks on Hermione and Luna’s faces when they eventually arrived to eat breakfast had been priceless though, since Harry didn’t stop plowing his second fuck-toy’s cunt and playing boldly with her big breasts just because they had a new audience. By the time he finished with Apolline by giving her the creampie she had continously begged him for since they were trying for a child, Fleur had arrived and asked for her own turn to be fucked like the whore she was in hope of also being bred. Of course, she had punctuated her bold and salacious demand by removing Harry’s t-shirt from her body and letting it fall on the floor. What a show! Seeing his fuck-toys stark naked would never get old.

XxX

While Hermione’s initiation into his now completed harem had been a private affair last night, Luna had asked for her own initiation to be held in front of all her fellow fuck-toys. Her reasoning being that if she would be asked to have sex quite often with the other women in her new «pimp’s» life, they should all get used to see each other in the buff sooner rather than later. So to take advantage of the sun, they had sailed away from the harbor and weighed anchor on a deserted sea route. And since both Apolline and Harry were a bit paranoid about other men possibly seeing his whores naked, the captain of the ship had even raised a temporary but powerful muggle repelling ward just to be sure.

Now certain that nothing less than a tropical storm or a hurricane would bother them, his five ladies and him were now naked on the main deck. Luna was shorter than Hermione, and slightly taller than Gabrielle. She was also evenly tanned, so she had taken advantage recently of the clothing optional beaches. For all that her breasts didn’t seem to be bigger than Gabrielle’s, her hips and ass were much more developed. Harry was a self professed breasts man but he could also admire other parts of a woman’s body. Luna was one of those women whose hips, thighs and ass were very finely developed. Wanting to tame his Ravenclaw friend in a different way than he had tamed Hermione, Harry had a bed brought on the main deck. He could just have used a cushioning charm on the deck, but he was in the mood to break her in on a bed. And after having Luna lay on her back, he kneeled between her now wide open legs and started to treat her to oral sex.

It wasn’t long before she started to moan and cry out loud in pleasure, while his tongue and fingers explored her femininity with a dexterity betraying a lot of experience. Like Hermione, Luna wasn’t a novice in the Carnal Arts, but very few of her past partners had been kind enough to offer her oral sex. And surprisingly or maybe not, none of them ever had Harry’s sheer talent! She would likely be very happy to serve Harry as his fifth fuck-toy, if his eager willingness to go down on his partners and his very impressive stamina were any signs. Harry kept licking and nipping and fingering Luna’s wet pussy and clitoris, while she had managed to put one hand in his hair, moaning his name, compliments and instructions the best she could.

«Oh yes, Harry… Just like that…More! More! Fuck! You’re so good! Hah, hah! Ngh! Right there! You lick my little cunny so good! I have the best «owner!» »

While their owner was busy breaking in his brand new whore, Gabrielle decided that she needed to talk to her older sister in private. Removing their gazes on the show of their «master» gratifying his fifth fuck-toy with oral sex was hard, but it was important. Once they were a bit further away from he action, Gabrielle told Fleur

«Earlier this morning, Harry came into my cabin for sex. I was all for it, of course. As if I could tell him «no». I could say I wasn’t in the mood, but he would give me the puppy eyes and I would fold like wet tissues. We were having great fun, but he had a small relapse as he was dominating me. He kept grunting about how I was belonging to him alone and how he would only share me with his new whores. «Master» should know by now that he’s the only man for me. It even says so on my prostitute contract that I’m not allowed to have sex with another man. Not that I would ever want to, but still. The whole thing started as regular bedroom banter, I was getting fucked on all four with his hands grabbing my hips after all. But well, his tone turned a tad obsessive. You are our Harry’s favorite fuck-toy and his future wife after all, so I thought I should talk to you about it.»

Fleur hummed pensively and crossed her arms under her naked bosom and shifted her stance on her fine long legs. Harry hadn’t had any relapses in a good long while. Maybe the stress of the changing status quo had something to do with it? She was the one who had pushed for him to acquire two new lovers after all. Of course, Harry hadn’t fought her on it. But it was still she who wanted women in their relationship to whom she and her fellow whores weren’t blood related; so her sister and she could start experimenting with lesbian sex. The Delacour women were willing to ignore a lot of societal taboos to make their current relationship work, but incest wasn’t on that list. She would speak with Harry in private tonight. Reassure him that she would never leave him, that she wasn’t grooming her replacement and that he would still be the father of her children.

«I will speak with our Harry in private later this evening. You will all have to sleep in different cabins tonight I’m afraid. I’ll let maman and the other girls know after this prostitution session is over.»

Gabrielle pouted prettily at hearing that. She loved sleeping cuddled against Harry, sex or no sex. His presence was so reassuring, so filling! But she understood that Fleur needed some alone time with her future husband after today’s episode. Harry’s fuck-toys wanted their «pimp» to be healthy both physically and mentally after all. After a fake put upon sigh and begrudging acceptance, the Captain’s youngest whore decided to go back watching the show. Fleur followed her younger sister’s decision after a few seconds. Harry was still busy eating out Luna, who now sounded quite close to her first climax of the day, while Apolline had taken the initiative to explore Hermione’s body. The older woman was holding the younger one by the waist with one hand whose fingers were spread apart on her trim stomach, she was sprinkling her nape with butterfly kisses while her free hand was roaming everywhere. And Hermione, for all her «deer in headlights» look, was moaning loudly in pleasure, clearly appreciating Apolline’s tricks on her. The eldest Veela’s daughters simply decided to observe and play with themselves. Harry would eventually take them in turn, they only had to be patient. The current slow pace would go up after Harry was done breaking in his new whore.

After a few more minutes of preliminaries, Harry seemingly decided that it was time for the main course. He wanted to plow his fifth whore’s wet cunt. After playing with her breasts deliberately a bit more, he had the dreamy blonde climb on his lap, facing away from him, after he sat on the edge of the bed. It didn’t take long before his hard rod was finally sheathed deep inside Luna’s femininity, much to their shared vocal pleasure. While Harry started the process of claiming and taming Luna, Apolline had magically expanded the bed and had laid Hermione on her back on it a bit further away than the current fornicating couple. The older woman was between the younger one’s parted thighs. She was letting them rest on her shoulders when she was busy enthusiastically licking and fingering their «owner’s» fourth whore’s drenched flower while her free hand wandered to squeeze the brunette’s breasts. And by watching her face, Hermione was being given great pleasure by Apolline’s inistrations. It had been so long since her last thirst with another woman! Apolline had almost forgotten how much fun it was to make them squirm under her like that.

She would have to do something nice for her «master» to reward him for his thoughtful gift in reminding her that she was a bisexual whore. It was food for later thoughts though, since they likely would all be quite busy for some time. Whoring sessions like that were what wet dreams were made of!...

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Harry Potter and the Delacour Women

Chapter 8: Yo-ho, Yo-ho, a pimp’s life for me!

Living in such close quarters on a sailing ship with five headstrong and promiscuous women had its shares of ups and downs. One of the advantages was the sheer multisensorial buffet of seeing and touching so much naked feminine flesh. One of the disadvantages was the waiting to use the master bathroom in the Captain’s cabin since the girls liked to hog it down for either some lesbian shower sex or girl talk. But Harry wouldn’t trade his current life for anything else in the world. Right now the Captain of the ship was railing his naked wife’s pussy while she was on all four on their magically expended bed, with the rest of his harem entertaining themselves while waiting for their turns. Fleur wasn’t shy about shouting out loud the pleasure given to her by her «owner». All the participants in their sessions were well used to each other’s «O» faces by now, so no one was particularly concerned by the noises and their debauched appearances. There was no specific reason as to why Harry had called for a full blown whoring session other than the sudden irresistible desire to have his wicked way with all of his beautiful women this morning. 

Freeing his right hand from Fleur’s corresponding shapely hip, he sent it on Apolline’s big breast and started to all but mauling it, much to the older woman’s obvious pleasure. Harry’s second whore had laid down on her back at his side, openly masturbating while watching their «owner» do his very best to impregnate her eldest daughter, who was still his favourite fuck-toy. Harry’s other women had tried to unseat Fleur from that lofty position, but it hadn’t worked. Not that it had been a serious attempt mind you. Apolline was patiently waiting for her own turn to be fucked like the whore she has been for years and finally be impregnated. That was the advantage of her age, the patience to wait for her own turn to be used. A bit further away on Harry’s left side, the other girls were having some fun on their own too. Luna was on her back with her legs wide open to accommodate Gabrielle who was enthusiastically munching on the eccentric witch’s cunt while lounging flat on her belly.

Harry’s prostitute had taken to learning how to give oral sex to a woman with just as much enthusiasm as she did when her mother and sister taught her how to really suck their «master’s» cock. Luna would have been moaning her own pleasure if her mouth had been left free. For you see, Hermione was also currently receiving a very good Cunnilingus. She was shouting out loud her pleasure while playing with one of her breasts with one hand and toying with Luna’s with the other one; even if her voice was drowned by Fleur’s. In Harry’s harem, there was now a simple motto to take to heart and follow. Sharing was caring. 

Conflicts would occasionally arise, it was basically human nature and you couldn’t avoid it forever. But Harry wouldn’t tolerate such conflicts bringing harm to their family. Hence why the reciprocity rule was imposed. Harry would plow them all in turns, give them many orgasms and creampies. They would just need to be patient. He was just one man after all. In fact, Fleur had passed an edict of her own after Harry had finished breaking in Luna. It was now forbidden for Harry’s other whores to waste their «pimp’s» cum. So if they didn’t want a load of boiling hot cum inside or somewhere on them, it was to go inside Fleur and/or Apolline’s pussies since they both wanted to be impregnated by him. And have his children they both will, when the effects of their birth control potion run out of their voluptuous bodies.

«Oui! Oui! Oui! Oui! Oui! OH! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Baise-moi! Baise-moi encore plus fort, mon chéri! Cette belle pute française de haute classe t’appartient! Your bride will always open her legs wide for you and her new Harem sisters, my husband! Oh fuck! Keep plowing my horny pussy just like that! Keep using me just like I’m your ever horny fuck-toy! Good God Harry, I just LOVE whoring myself to you! Ma vie est si belle depuis que je suis devenue l’une de tes cinq putes!»

Apparently, Fleur was feeling quite motivated this morning. Maybe having two more people to look at her naked body and with which she could have sex with have been factoring into it? Who knew?

Harry kept fucking his future wife and favourite whore’s heavenly cunt for two more consecutive orgasms before he gave her what they both wanted, a good gooey creampie. By now, Harry desired to have children of his own with as much intensity as Fleur and Apolline. Taking time to look around him before choosing his next partner, it was to discover that the girls had changed positions since the last time he ogled them. Hooker Gabby was now the one who was laid flat on her back, with Luna, whom he had started to nickname as his dreamy fuck-toy, riding her face and Hermione, who had been re-christened as his brainy fuck-toy, between the youngest Veela’s coltish legs. 

Now Harry was feeling rather torn. On one hand, he really wanted to have his way with his second whore to try to breed her. But seeing how his three other whores were having so much fun together, well he wanted to be part of that too. Hum, decisions, decisions. That was another downside of having a harem full of beautiful and very desirable women, the indecision of who your next partner would be when your playthings were all gifted temptresses.

His decision was made for him when his loving and oh so beautiful second fuck-toy climbed on his lap while making sure that her mature and very curvy body made as much contact as possible with her «owner’s».  Apolline’s hooded gaze found Harry’s own full of lust and with a crafty smile, she lost no time sheathing his now hard rod inside her moist sex and started bouncing. Apolline was a greatly experienced high class whore, she knew very well how to anticipate all of her «pimp’s» desires. Quickly, her own cries of pleasure joined those of her fellow fuck-toys, since now Fleur’s head was between Luna’s parted thighs while Gabrielle was being vigorously eaten by Hermione. 

Soon, Apolline would give her «master» a child. She knew she was still very much fertile and her «owner» would cum inside her unprotected pussy as many times as it took for a pregnancy to take hold. And even after she would be pregnant, Harry would still give her regular creampies. He had promised to do so for so long as she kept prostituting herself to him. Silly man, there was no need to make a bargain with her. As if she would ever stop being the second of his set of five whores. She loved him and their roleplay too much for it to ever stop at this point. The money he kept giving her for her sexual services was just a nice bonus. And if she was still healthy, she might even give him a second child…

Between their loud moans of pleasure, Apolline couldn't help but chuckle a bit when her «owner» sat up suddenly to motorboat her big bouncing tits and suckle her erect nipples. A breasts man through and through, her «master» was. It didn't really matter in the grand scheme of things. Their bodies were his for the taking. So if Harry enjoyed the naked breasts of his lovely whores more than say, their shapely asses, then all the more power to him. Then just because he could, Harry decided to put more effort into plowing his lovely mother-in-law, to the point that she started to mix her languages again while shouting loudly her pleasure. God, she just adored whoring herself to her son-in-law! None of her previous lovers, her late husband included, ever gave her that much pleasure in bed! And being paid in both Galleons and Francs to do what she had already been gladly doing for free was just an added stimulation!

«Sì! Sì! Sì! Sì! Sì! Sì! Si! Si! YES! FUCK ME! Encore, mon amour! Encore! Oh, mon Dieu! Baise ta seconde pute, Harry! Baise là plus vite! Plus fort! Lo uso solo! YES! YES! YES! Give me your seed! Breed me! OUI! Breed me! Je veux avoir tes enfants, mon Harry! Ramone bien fort ma chatte de Vélane salope! I’m always horny for your cock! Yes, that’s it! Play with my big tits! They belong to you! I’m nothing more than your personal cumdumpster! Use me like one! Tu peux me baiser quand tu veux, Harry! N’importe où, n’importe quand!»

Now, Apolline was really laying it thick on the bedroom banter. It seems that having new partners to play with on top of the fact that the bed she was currently prostituting herself on having been brought on the main deck of the ship had excited her more than previously expected. Like Mother, like daughter it seemed. Gabrielle had to get it from someone after all. Not that Harry cared overly much about it right now. All of his beautiful whores were stark naked. He was currently using his second one and they both absolutely loved it. That was all that really mattered at the moment.

For as long as he would live, Harry would never forget the sheer sight of all his lovelies entirely naked and thrashing around in sheer pleasure. After plowing his darling Apolline into a stupor and promising her a big paycheck and a shopping trip (She needed more sexy underwear for him to steal and for her to earn back with more unbridled sex), Harry grabbed Hermione by the hips before putting her into a mating press and entering her wet and very willing pussy. But not before squeezing her beautiful breasts frantically for a minute or two beforehand. 

Of course, his brainy fuck-toy had struggled a bit (likely due to the surprise since the Captain of the ship had approached her silently from behind) instead of just letting him do whatever he wanted with her lovely body. It was a tad bit annoying, but he was still in the process of taming her. She might be a wildcat in bed, but his best female friend simply wasn’t a natural slut like his naughty angel was. Hermione would simply need more basic training than his youngest whore did. Harry was a patient man, his lovely and brainy brunette would learn and adapt in time. To be fair, Gabby had had no bad habits to unlearn, since she had been his exclusive plaything ever since the day after he claimed her virginity.

Harry hadn’t told them yet and likely wouldn’t for a good long while, but now that they were both willingly his, he had zero intention of letting Hermione and Luna or any of his other fuck-toys go. He totally agreed with Fleur that five women was his absolute limit. But nothing short of a catastrophe or an act of God Almighty would convince him of letting any of them leave him. When the right time came, he would seed Gabrielle, Hermione and Luna’s bellies with his children. But in the meantime, he would still keep plowing their tight cunts repeatedly.

«You like that, Hermione? You like how I make you mine each time I take you? I love plowing your tight cunt, my beautiful brainy fuck-toy! I’m so glad that you have allowed me to fuck you without a condom from the very beginning! Your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock! Don’t you worry, I’ll make a great whore out of you in due time!»

Hermione was loudly moaning up a storm, absolutely loving the fact that one of her two oldest friends, who was now her «owner», could make her feel that way. She was still a bit iffy on the whole prostitution roleplay, but she was coming around the other girls’ point of view more and more after each time Harry made her see stars. She’s been his for only four days so far and she had already lost count of how many orgasm inducing creampies he gave her! If she wasn’t protected by the anti-pregnancy charm and Apolline’s strongest birth control potion, the very same Gabrielle was obligated to drink every morning if she wanted to receive creampies, she would likely be already pregnant by now! None of her previous partners had made her cum that much and that often before! 

But she was starting to suspect that if he had possessed the confidence to do so at the time, Harry could likely have talked his way into her knickers when they were still attending Hogwarts. And Hermione was realist enough to realise that she would most likely have let him claim her virginity instead of giving it to Ron. Not that she had any kind of regrets, Ron had been a gentle and considerate lover the few times they slept together before they broke up. Harry was just much better now, what with how much experience he currently had under his belt. Oh well, it was water under the bridge by now.

«Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh fuck yes, Harry! It’s so good! You’re fucking me so damn good! I'll keep being your fourth fuck-toy so long as you keep pleasuring me like that! I love what you’re doing to me! FUCK MY BRAINS OUT! Keep plowing the tight cunt of your Brainy slut! Shit! Oh! Oh! Oh! I’m cuming, Harry! I’m cuming!»

Harry kept taking Hermione in a mating press for a long while, before he felt the need to use her in another manner after she recovered from her consecutive orgasms. After removing himself from her soaked pussy, he let her sit up on the bed, joined her in the same position and squeezed her breasts a few times, which had the effect of making her smile. Hermione found Harry's breast obsession rather adorable. Then he had her take a few good breaths before grabbing her by the hair to force her into blowing him. Harry was both mindful and merciful to not force her into a deepthroating yet, but he had already warned her that it would come sooner than later. All of his whores were expected to deepthroat him once in a while.

Harry automatically closed his eyes half-way during Hermione’s oral treatment and let out low moans of pleasure. What his lovely fourth whore lacked in experience, she more than made up for it in sheer enthusiasm while blowing him! After taking Hermione in various other positions and cuming deep inside her sex, Harry had the pleasure of having a hot threesome with his third and fifth whore. Gabrielle was on her back with her legs spread, with Luna on top of the younger woman, their breasts squished together. She, too, had her legs spread so their wet pussies were aligned, ready for Harry to use them to his personal leisure.

The girls didn’t wait for him to be ready to start french kissing each other frantically, entirely immersed in all the lesbian sex they had together so far. Luna did stop kissing Gabrielle briefly when Harry entered her pussy roughly though, to cry out in pleasure. Of course, with how wet she was, he slid right in with no problem. It was for the sheer feeling of being so full with her «pimp’s» cock that made her howl so loudly her pleasure. Luna wasn’t as reluctant as Hermione was for the prostitution roleplay. So long as she was guaranteed that her partners would remain the same, she was willing to try anything with them. And with the money she would earn on her back, on her belly or on her knees, she could finance more Magi Zoological expeditions. Harry was very good. Fleur hadn’t lied or embellished the truth. If anything, she actually had downplayed his talents! She never had partners who made her feel so good before! She made a good decision in becoming her precious friend’s fifth whore.

After plowing Luna’s sweet tight cunny for a while, Harry reluctantly pulled out, only to spear his cock back inside Gabrielle’s. His beautiful prostitute howled her pleasure out loud. God, she loved it when her «master’s» cock entered her forcefully like that! And the pay! The pay was so good! Hundreds of galleons every two weeks for doing things she had gladly done for free with him and now with his other playthings! It felt so rewarding, prostituting herself to her brother-in-law! She had never slept with another man other than him and she really didn’t see the appeal to go look elsewhere!

Harry continued like that, switching every few minutes from one hot and wet pussy to another, until he could no longer hold it. He had his third and fifth fuck-toy sit at the edge of the bed while he stood up on the deck. He was masturbating himself quickly, panting loudly. His women had their faces close to his member, knowing that their «pimp» wanted to give them a facial. It didn’t take long for Harry to let out a loud groan of pleasure and to explode all over his whores’ lovely faces. After his marathon, he needed some rest, so even seeing Luna and Gabrielle clean their faces from his seed by kissing languorously and licking each other wasn’t enough to renew his waning erection. At least, until Apolline, still naked as the day she was born with some of his cum still trailing down her legs, strutted by to give him a much needed pepper-up potion. The second the effect took, Harry grabbed her by the waist, threw her over his shoulder and gave her perfect ass a good resonating slap, which made her yelp in surprise before she started to laugh sultrily. Time to go back to work! He had two exquise whores to impregnate after all.

XxX

Days later, after a few more stop-overs for impromptu whoring sessions, Harry finally berthed his ship in its deep water dock at Argelès-sur-Mer. He was glad to be back. As much as he had enjoyed his trip, it was good to be on dry land once more, even if his ladies had to get dressed. It was weird to see them with clothes on after seeing them naked for days on end though. It was a lively walk to his and Fleur’s flat. The girls were discussing this or that, keeping anything sexual out of the topic for now since they were in public. Technically, Apolline and Gabrielle’s official residence was still in Delacour Manor in the city of Toulouse, but with magic, distance was not much of a problem. I mean, if it was a problem, Gabrielle and Apolline wouldn’t have been as nearly sexualy active as they currently were. Once they were all safely inside, Gabrielle lost no time in regaling her new Harem sisters about the tale of their «owner» claiming her virginity on the kitchen table while her mother and sister were watching from the nearby living room.

When Hermione and Luna looked at Harry for confirmation, he told them with a serene smile

«Yes, I claimed Hooker Gabby’s virginity on this very kitchen table. In fact, I tend to regularly plow my beautiful fuck-toys’ cunts on it. We tend to have sex all over the flat really. Don’t worry girls, You will have the same treatment before you go back to Britain. It’s kind of a rite of passage by now.»

All the girls smiled salaciously at hearing that, but Luna wanted some clarifications about Harry’s future plans in the short term.

«Harry, what are your plans for us now that we’re back in France? You claimed Hermione and me rather thoroughly and our presence allowed the Delacours to enjoy incest free lesbian sex. After all the supplementary sessions we had on our way here, do you still intend to forbid us to go back to Britain until we satisfy you in an all out whoring session at the Delacour Manor?»

Harry lost no time in answering Luna. With a boyish smile on his face he said while shamelessly squeezing Fleur’s breasts over her blouse at first after stepping behind her, before quickly undoing her buttons and then removing her bra to play shamelessly with her now bared breasts

«What am I going to do now that we’re back? First I’m going to go plow the tight cunt of my favourite whore in the shower and give her a nice thick creampie. Then while Gabrielle and Apolline are cooking us a nice meal while only wearing frilly aprons and nothing else, I’ll make a trip to the bank to get enough money to pay all of you for your excellent services. I also need to make a quick stop at the Delacour brothel to give the Madam a glowing review for my private prostitute’s skills. After supper, I’ll have a threesome on the couch with Apolline and you Luna while we watch Fleur, Hermione and Gabrielle have a hot lesbian threesome of their own. Then when it’s time to call it a night, we will all go to sleep in the same bed, naked. Tomorrow morning when I wake up, I’ll likely grab the first whore nearest to me and use her for a while before breakfast.»

At Hermione’s unimpressed look, Harry said more seriously, but without stopping playing with Fleur’s exposed breasts and erect nipples, much to her obvious delight. The fact that Apolline and Gabrielle weren’t even reacting to the spectacle was a sure sign that it was something that happened quite often in this household.

«Fine, fine. Ruin my fun would you? I will fuck the both of you on my kitchen table sometime tomorow and we will have one full blown prostiution session in the Courtyard of Debauchery at Delacour Manor in the coming days. After that I will let you go back to Britain, even if I would prefer to keep you close to me to keep training you to become better whores. I’ll drop by once or twice a week at your place for a visit so we can both catch up and keep having sex. I have a possible idea to make travelling between our residences faster and more private, but it will take some time to prepare.»

After both Luna and Hermione were reassured about his plans, Harry told them that while he would go have a quickie with Fleur in the shower before attending to his errands, the rest of tonight’s listed activities were just suggestions thrown as a joke. With the amount of sex they had all gotten these last few days, they could indeed use a break. Yes, they were sexually active,rather inventive and quite kinky, but what had happenned during the cruise to and back from Sicilly was not the norm.

XxX

In the shower, Fleur was currently kneeling and alternating between sucking and licking her husband’s hard rod with something akin to desperation. And sometimes to mix things up, she would go lick and suck on his balls. Her Harry was a modern man, he kept himself entirely hair free. His reasoning to do so was that if his girls were keeping themselves clean for him, he should do the same for them. She could never control herself when her man was asking for a fellatio and/or a boob job. She always had to give him everything she had and more. She knew that her man was always happy to take only what she was willing to give and nothing more. 

But that was part of the problem. Fleur always wanted to give him everything and Harry was more than happy to take what was offered. She was his favourite fuck-toy after all and he never grew tired of plowing her pussy. One of her hands was used to brace herself against his thigh while the other was busy fingering her sex frantically. Like the other Delacour women, Fleur was a very competent high class whore. She knew she had to be ready to be used by her «owner» at a moment’s notice. The lovers were evidently naked under the warm spray of water falling from the shower head.

Harry was constantly moaning and groaning in pleasure under her tender ministrations, one of his hands was lovingly holding her long silvery blonde hair out of her face to let him see her pleasing him and to also control the rhythm of the fellatio. She gave him a knowing look without stopping sucking his cock when one of his hands grabbed a breast with something approaching desperation. That was her Harry, fixated to the point of obssession on the breasts of his fuck-toys. Seriously, at the beginning of their relationship, before she convinced him to seduce her mother, she just had to flash him and he would instantly stop arguing with her. Harry had gotten better since then, but he was definitely a breasts man through and through. After a louder groan, Harry told her

«You’re such a good cock-sucking whore, Fleur! Keep up the great work, my pet!»

Fleur let out a loud but muffled moan at hearing that. She absolutely loved being called a whore by her husband in such a breathy voice. Being called his pet wasn’t bad either, but what got her motor revving like nothing else was the prostitution angle. Not that she would ever stop sleeping with him if he stopped paying her, but still. Then Harry gave her another command

«First whore, use your tits. I now want both a blowjob and a boob job.»

Fleur’s eyes were sparkling with sheer joy. She loved to be commanded like that by her «pimp»! Soon, she had her beautiful breasts mashed against his hard rod, always licking or sucking the tip of his dick when it popped out from its fleshy prison. Harry’s moans and groans of pleasure were music to her ears. She loved her «owner’s» cock so much!

Soon enough, Harry had freed his erection from her cleavage, bent his first fuck-toy forward so she could grab the nearby holding bar, then lost no time entering her sopping hot cunt. They both let out a loud resonating moan at that. After playing with her enticing breasts for a few seconds, Harry started to roughly plough his wife’s cunt, much to their shared delight. Harry always felt like he was coming home when he was inside his favourite whore’s pussy. The young man fucked it long and hard, just the way he knew his slutty wife liked it. He could never have enough of Fleur’s sumptuous body. He guessed that’s why he was so quick to agree to take both Apolline and Gabrielle as his second and third fuck-toys, they were very similar to his wife in all but name. It was a given since one was her mother and the other her younger sister, but they were their own persons.

Harry and Fleur kept having sex in the shower until he came deep inside her fertile womb without giving her any kind of warning beforehand. Usually, Harry would warn her of his incoming climax if only for courtesy’s sake, but today he wasn’t in the mood. Fleur was one of his five whores and she had already made it very clear that she wanted to be bred anyway, so it didn’t really matter. With that in mind, Harry felt no shame in doing his best to seed her belly with his child. That it gave her the orgasm she was chasing was just a very nice bonus. Once they caught their breaths and washed themselves, Harry left for his errands, but not before squeezing Luna’s clothed breasts for a few minutes, kissing both Fleur and Hermione goodbye and grabbing the asses of Gabrielle and Apolline in a possessive manner. Having five women for himself would take a bit to get used to, but he would manage. Harry had surmounted much lower odds before.

XxX

When Harry came back a few hours later, he truly baffled his new whores. Luna and Hermione watched Harry put multiple wads of Franc banknotes in the Delacour women’s cleavages. The two British women had never really expected that Harry would seriously give them actual money in exchange of their sexual favours! It was made even more surreal when it was their turn to be paid. Of course, Harry took advantage of the situation to take a peek at their breasts when he pulled on their bra cups to put the money in place, but after everything they did together, it no longer mattered to anyone if their man decided to look at their exposed chests when they weren’t currently having sex.

«You were all fantastic whores, ladies. I greatly enjoyed using your sexy bodies to my heart’s content these last few days. My naughty angel, I gave you a bit less muggle money than your fellow fuck-toys, but that’s because your pay in Galleons has already been deposited in your Gringotts’ bank account. When you next go see the Madam at the Delacour Brothel for your performance review, you’ll find out that I left you a glowing review. Seriously, you surpassed everyone’s expectations as my private prostitute, Lovey.»

Despite themselves, Hermione and Luna couldn’t help but preen at Harry’s lewd compliments. Their new «owner» had always been very charismatic. If he had possessed the disposition and/or the patience, he would have made a great orator or politician. It was in fact Harry’s charisma that was working its magic to make them accept their roles in the roleplay so quickly. They weren’t forced, their «pimp» was very big on consent. The girls could put a stop to it at any time they wanted. But none of them wished for it to end.

After eating two pizzas ordered by take-out from a nearby restaurant, the family of six decided to pass time by watching a bit of T.V. Of course, Harry was sitting on the middle of the three-seater sofa and Fleur lost no time to claim the spot on his right while Gabrielle claimed the left spot. Apolline, who was the best with household charms, had taken care of cleaning the kitchen today. So the other two lazy boy chairs were taken by Luna and Hermione when she came to join the others in the living room. Apolline was about to go sit on Harry’s lap before he told her with a warm smile

«Ah, my Darling! You’re just in time! Would you mind coming over here and suck me off please? I’d really want a good blowjob from the best cocksucker among my five fuck-toys for dessert.» 

Apolline let out an exaggerated sigh of exasperation while putting a hand on her right hip all the while raising a perfectly manicured eyebrow at his request. Her «owner» was really insatiable these days. He had had his way with Fleur this afternoon, even after days of non-stop debauchery with five willing women and he still wanted more? Even now he was shamelessly peaking into Gabrielle’s cleavage during the commercials. Harry’s second fuck-toy made a show of considering his request, wishing to make him sweat a little. It was just for the fun of it and they both knew it. She loved whoring herself to her «owner» way too much to refuse his advances. Then with a fake put upon tone, she told him 

«Fine… I’ll do it. But you better plow my pussy good and hard when it’s time to go to bed in exchange. You know that sucking you off slowly and languorously in the living room is a killer for my knees even with a good cushioning charm. You could always have asked Gabrielle for your treat you know, since you were already peeking in her cleavage?»

Knowing his preferences by now due to innumerable previous sexual encounters, Apolline swiftly removed her blouse and her bra, exposing her now naked breasts to the suddenly hungry gazes of everyone in the living room. Harry’s second whore was once more internally wondering why she went to the trouble of dressing at all when in this house or in her manor when her «master» was present. Probably to give him the pleasure of seeing her undress. She was debating keeping her pencil skirt and her panties on or taking them off immediately while Harry spoke again with an amused smile and tone

« I could have, yes. But I wanted my cock sucked by my second whore, not by my third. I’m also in the mood to see a bigger pair of tits bouncing, so you fit the bill. And as if I will wait that long to fuck your sweet cunny, my Darling. But you’ve got yourself a deal. You will have first dibs tonight. Now strip.»

Apolline playfully rolled her eyes at her «pimp’s» words before swiftly removing her skirt, panties and socks. Harry had a rather odd quirk. When he asked for his ladies to be naked while servicing him, he wanted them as bare as the day they were born. It meant no lingerie and no jewels, not even rings, necklaces or earrings. She sashayed to him, loving that his hooded gaze was on her before she knelt slowly and sensually in front of his open legs. In no time at all, she had removed his bermuda shorts and boxer briefs, staring fondly at the cock whose owner she was slavishly loyal to. After all, it was with that mighty tool that he had tamed her, trained her to his standards and made her into his second high class whore. Apolline couldn’t hold the moan of pleasure that came out of her throat when she felt Harry’s hands squeezing her big breasts and pinching lightly her stiff nipples. God, she really was a hopeless fuck-toy was she?

Apolline soon got to work on her «owner’s’ stiff rod, teasing his head and sides at first with her skilled tongue. When she felt he had been teased enough, she took a good part of her lover’s cock in her mouth and started to bob her head up and down on it. Her «pimp»’s moans, groans and salacious compliments were akin to music to her ears. Then wanting to offer more pleasure to her lover, she removed his dick from her mouth and smiled at hearing his whine of displeasure. She then proceeded to take a few deep breaths before starting to deepthroat him in earnest. Harry was enjoying his second whore’s work immensely, she was really the best cocksucker among his lovers. And the young man wasn’t shy to tell her that out loud. It made her feel so proud of herself!

Harry’s official mistress kept sucking her lover’s cock until the glorious finale, when she obtained her creamy reward deep in her mouth. Apolline made sure to swallow his ejaculation to the last drop, having worked hard for her reward. In no time at all, Harry was ready to go again. So he helped Apolline to get up from the floor, squeezed her large tits frantically for a few minutes much to their shared pleasure while deciding what to do next. Should he ask Gabrielle and Fleur to give him the couch so he could fuck their mother on it or should he go to a bedroom and have his way with her there? He would have sex with Apolline, it was set in stone in his mind. But the number of rounds was still up to debate though. 

Finally, Harry decided that he would make use of his second whore’s body in bed. With a disconcerting ease, he grabbed his woman by the waist, ignored her shriek of surprise and threw her over his shoulder. After wishing good night to his other ladies, they were off towards the master bedroom. And since he flet that his second fuck-toy had earned a special reward for her wonderful blowjob, he closed the door behind him. She would be the sole recipient of his affections through the night. The lucky bitch.

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Harry Potter and the Delacour Women

Chapter 9: Daytime and Nighttime Prostitution

We find all of our protagonists in this fine sunny afternoon, stark naked in the Delacour Manor’s Courtyard of Debauchery. Harry had once again came up with a mad scheme and his ladies hadn’t seen the merit to stop him. He had decided to put the table from the formal dining hall outside so he could fuck the cunts of his five beautiful whores on it while taking advantage of the great weather for a prostitution session before Hermione and Luna were due back in England. While he had used his ladies’ marvelous bodies many times on his own kitchen table at the Argelès-Sur-Mer’s flat, they had never done that on this particular antique worth thousands of Galleons. Not that Apolline minded, since with the current state of the combined Delacour, Potter and Black finances, they could afford to buy a minor country and still live quite comfortably without working a day for the rest of their lives.

It was one of the main reasons as to why the older woman could let herself to be nothing more than Harry’s second fuck-toy. It also allowed her to not have a care in the world if it wasn’t related to her position in her «owner’s» harem or towards her daughters’ well being. So yes, Apolline hadn’t minded at all to receive a delightful cum shower instead of the regular creampie after her «master» used her magnificent body for his pleasure, while still sitting on the aforementioned table. She had even struck a sexy pose when Gabrielle took a photo for posterity’s sake, with Harry’s fresh cum slowly dripping down from her face and large breasts on the antique hardwood.

Right now, Harry was rather busy putting Luna through her paces, with his fifth whore moaning up a storm due to the intense pleasure received. Hermione was lounging on her back a bit higher on the very large and very long table, her own fresh load of Harry’s cum slowly dripping from her obviously well-used cunt, all the while clutching a wad of banknotes in one hand and absently toying with one of her perky breasts with the other one. Hermione was taking the time to reflect upon how much her life changed again in such a short amount of time. 

Had any other man than Harry tried to apply the sex worker’s vulgar labels on her, she would have hexed their balls off. But her oldest friend had her willingly become one of his personal prostitutes when the offer was made to her by Fleur. And now, he was using her nubile body for their shared pleasure at the drop of a hat and she was absolutely loving it! He found her sexy! He wanted her! He had three Veelas at his beck and call but he still couldn’t have enough of plain and boring Hermione Granger! He continuously plowed her pussy with the same enthusiasm as his other fuck-toys! 

The roleplay that the Delacour women had created around their relationship with her best friend was very addictive, Hermione was already often referring to herself with the degrading nicknames associated with the oldest profession of the world when Harry was having his way with her. Strangely enough, the proud bookworm would deny that fact vehemently to anyone else implying that she was a prostitute. But on the other hand,  she felt such a strong pride of being one of Harry’s five whores and had no shame shouting it out loud. With what he did for Great Britain as a whole and the world, he could have chosen any other woman to share his bed with! 

But when his wife-to-be told him that he could have four other women other than herself, he chose his childhood friend to be among this exclusive group! So yes, Hermione was now feeling very proud of being Harry Potter’s fourth slutty fuck-toy. The fact that he kept throwing mundane money and wizarding gold at her in exchange for her sexual favours was just the icing on the cake. Hell, she had made more money on her back or on her knees entertaining her new «owner’s» sexual fantasies in three days than in a month working for the Ministry of Magic! At this point of time, it was only her pride that was keeping her from just quitting her job and trading her sexual favors in exchange for funding money for her various research projects. As much as the sex was truly fantastic, unlike Gabrielle who had already decided what she would be doing after she graduated from Beauxbatons, Hermione wasn’t ready just yet to become a full-time prostitute.

Harry’s lovely fourth whore came back to reality only to hear her best female friend wail loudly in sheer pleasure. Harry was really hammering into Luna’s sweet and tasty cunny and the dreamy eyed blonde was clearly loving it. Their «master» was palming his current partner’s bouncing tits with a need approaching desperation, which was ridiculous since he had played with them a few minutes ago and he could have them whenever he wanted. Oh well, at least he was only obsessed with the naked breasts of his five fuck-toys. Hermione hadn’t seen him even take a lusty look at another woman’s assets ever since they joined his strange family. It seemed that their lover only allowed himself to objectify the women who were part of his collective, which was rather nice in a way. While she didn’t quite understand the goal of this latest scheme of his, the brainy brunette had to admit that the so-called Courtyard of Debauchery was a very nice and well furnished place. The proud bookworm could now totally understand why the Delacour women absolutely loved to prostitute themselves to their «pimp» here.

Harry had been plowing Luna relentlessly while she was holding herself up the best she could with her arms over the no longer pristine table, but now he wanted her in a different way. So with great regret, he removed himself from her intimate hot furnace before manhandling her on her back, then taking position between her wide open thighs. Just to tease her, he took himself in hand and ran the tip of his hard member all over her sensitive flower which made her wine loudly in pleasure. While waiting for her to beg him to keep fucking her, he was admiring her messy hair, the sweat shining over her naked skin and more importantly, her womanly curves. His fifth fuck-toy was so beautiful in her own way! She had a great rack and he loved plowing her tight pussy.

Then Luna had enough of the waiting and whined, begged really

«Please,«master!» Enough with the teasing! Your fifth whore needs you so much! I beg you, fuck me some more! My slutty cunny is so hungry for your cock! I beg of you, give me a nice, thick, gooey creampie!»

That was exactly what Harry had been wanting to hear, so he lost no time in hilting himself back into her wet heat. The action tore out a loud guttural cry from her throat, which turned into a symphony of moans and whines of pleasure as he sawed back and forth inside her wet and hot sex. 

For Luna, Harry was the very best male lover she ever had. The way he took charge of her, how he used her nubile body for their shared pleasure… It was like he could read her mind before she could form her thoughts and give her exactly what she wanted! What she needed! Which was nonsense of course. After what Snape and Voldemort had done to him over his tumultuous years at Hogwarts, Harry had a deep seated wariness about the Mind arts. He would never use Legilimency on anyone for anything short than a life or death emergency. So it was most likely his natural talent in the Bedroom arts shining through. Luna also had to admit that he had done his very best to explore her shapely body and learn everything she liked ever since she became one of his five fuck-toys.

It was a good thing she was under such a very powerful birth control potion, or else she would have most likely fallen pregnant multiple times over with the number of times Harry finished inside her. Luna was now one of her old friend’s whores and she was ready to do almost anything for her «pimp», including lesbian sex. He paid really well after all! But what she wasn’t ready for just yet, was to become a mother. She wanted a year or two as Harry’s sex slave under her belt before asking him to breed her. Because of course she would eventually bear Harry’s children! As if she would allow another man to ever touch her after having experienced her «pimp’s» magic touch! The sensation of her «owner’s» mouth and teeth around her right nipple brought her out of her mental fugue. Oh he was good, so very good! A louder moan escaped her mouth, with a long litany of vulgar bedroom banter following soon after.

«Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck my slutty cunny! Use your dreamy fuck-toy, Harry! Plow that tight pussy harder, faster! It belongs to you! Give me more, «master»! Give me even more, I beg you! Give your cum to me! I need it so badly! Fucking Merlin! Keep sucking my tits! YES! You should have just stripped me naked, bent me over and claimed me as your whore years ago! I would have let you! We could have been fucking like rabbits for years by now!»

While still plowing Luna’s cunny and wishing to indulge even more in the sinful delights that were rightfully his, Harry called out

«My Naughty Angel, my fourth whore is starting to cool down. Go eat the cum I deposited inside her pussy to keep her warm and to get her ready for more pleasure, will you? Apolline my Darling, bring yourself over here, I want to see Luna eat your sweet MILF cunt while I’m still busy fucking her. Oh and don’t forget to play with your big breasts for my viewing pleasure, second whore. Seriously, that chest of yours is your best asset aside from being the best cocksucker among my wenches. Wife, come over here, right now. I need to play with my favourite pair of tits and kiss you while I keep breaking in my newest fuck-toy.»

The ladies were quick to obey their «owner’s» instructions with everyone wearing nothing but an eager smile on their faces. Harry frowned a bit, seeing that it took an order from him to get his women to have fun with each other during an official Whoring Session. He would have to tell them that he wanted to see them take some more initiatives and seek their own pleasure with each other in the future. It was something they could do while he was busy using of one of his beautiful and wonderful fuck-toys. There was only one of him for five of them after all. Once everyone was in their place, the usual debauchery gained a new intensity that pleased the young man greatly. Harry started to fuck Luna’s pussy harder, with one hand holding firmly on her hip to kep her from moving too much due to his pelvic thrusts and the other busy mauling his favourite wench’s fantastic ass before moving up to her marvelous breasts. They were so beautiful, so soft. But so firm at the same time.

Harry kept plowing Luna until he gave her a nice gooey creampie before he brought his future wife on as of yet untouched section of the table to give her fair share of attention. The girls were on a roll by now, easily swapping partners to get at the cum he previously deposited either on them or inside them. There was something insanely hot to see Gabrielle kneeling between Hermione’s wide open thighs, greedily licking and eating all the cum he had deposited in her tight cunt; while the brunette was moaning loudly her pleasure to the heavens above. The fact that his naughty angel was mooning him and tempting him to take her by letting her bum shake from left to right was also a fantastic visual buffet. And if it wasn’t enough, Luna and Apolline were currently scissoring each other frantically, frenzied with the pleasure they received by smashing their engorged clits together. His wonderful ladies were really giving him one hell of a show! Then Harry climbed between Fleur’s sinfully long legs and he became much too busy to think for a good long while. He had the very pleasant but important duty to do his very best to breed his favourite whore after all.

XxX

Later in the middle of the night, Harry woke up because he was feeling somewhat peckish. He made sure to not wake Fleur while slipping from their bed. After putting on a pair of boxers more due to ingrained habit than a real need for it, he went to find himself a snack in the fridge. God, it was like he was a teenager again, sneaking to the Hogwarts’ kitchens in the middle of the night to get something to eat. Well, it was much less exciting since it was the official home of two of his five fuck-toys, but it was the thought that counted no? Since their whoring session had lasted all the way into the early evening, the family had decided to stay the night at the Manor in Toulouse instead of going back to Argelès-sur-Mer. So after satiating his appetite for food, the young man went back to his assigned bedroom after a side-trip to the bathroom.

The sight that awaited him was fantastic, since his favourite fuck-toy went to bed naked last night. It had been unbearably hot for even her lightest sleepwear in her opinion and her shuffling around had exposed her glorious breasts and fine long legs to his luscious gaze. Harry would never grow tired of seeing his ladies naked. Every time he saw one in the buff, it felt like it was the very first time. Taken by a sudden intense desire, Harry decided that he would wake his future wife and proposition her for sex. Of course, Fleur had made it clear to him more than once that she was his fuck-toy first and foremost and his future bride second, while he was her «pimp». 

Thus, technically he could have just maneuvered her around and used her in her sleep until she awoke and became a willing participant. But that wasn’t what he wanted right now. Had it been Gabrielle who was sleeping naked in their bed,  then he would have likely done it that way with no remorse or second thoughts. Harry had always been callously rougher with his teenage prostitute than with her older sister and mother, but his Naughty Angel actually loved it that way. His third whore had a bit of a masochistic streak than her fellow fuck-toys didn’t possess.

Harry approached the king sized bed and sat on it calmly. Without any hurry at all, he started to caress his lovely bride’s skin and hair, bringing her to the waking world slowly but surely. Fleur finally awoke groggily, wondering what was happening. It took her a few minutes to recognize the lust in her husband’s eyes, but when she did, she gave him an exasperated sigh and asked him straight up

«You wake me up in the middle of the night for sex? Couldn’t you have gone and wake up one of your other fuck-toys instead, mon amour? I need my beauty sleep…We can shag like rabbits in heat in the morning…I’ll even ask maman or Gabrielle to help me give you a double titty-fuck if you let me sleep…You will even be able to cum all over our faces…»

She whined half-heartedly. But Fleur quickly changed her tune when her «owner» explained his reasoning to her with an impish smile and tone of voice

«You still wish for me to breed you, right? What better way to grant your wish than to give you as many creampies as you can endure? And as to why I haven’t gone to ask my other ladies for sex, the simple answer is that you’re the one I want right now. You’re my favourite whore after all and I love you with all my heart, my Fleur.»

Seeing as she wasn’t entirely sold about his plan, Harry decided to switch gears by appealing to her womanly pride

«And frankly, I think it would be more fitting for me to make sure to knock up my beautiful and wonderful bride before her slut of a mother, no? But if you truly want to sleep, then I can always go try to breed my mistress. I simply love how she mixes her languages while shouting her pleasure when I plow her sweet cunt fast and hard enough.»

By her sudden piercing gaze, Harry knew he had all but won. His ladies had a bet ongoing about who he would manage to knock-up first between mother or daughter and of course Fleur wanted to win, if only for the bragging rights. Knowing not to tempt Fate lest he be forced to go have his way with one of his other whores, he kept his facial expressions as neutral as he could, it wouldn’t do for Fleur to catch up to his plan and to spoil it. But his luck held out and soon enough, they were engaged in foreplay. The quickest way to get each other ready for the main event was the sixty-nine position.

So after discarding his boxers, Harry had Fleur climb atop him since she was lighter than him. It took precious little time to get themselves ready, since they were both in the right mood. For all her previous blustering, Fleur was always eager for her «master’s» attention. She would have indeed preferred to have sex during the day than in the middle of the night, but her sweet Harry so rarely claimed his free-use privileges over her body that she felt she could give him what he wanted this time around with little to no protest. 

In no time at all, Harry had his current lover on all four on the bed, ready and quite eager to be taken, just like the whore she had been trained to be. Of course she was facing the wide open door and her voice soon begin to raise when her husband began fucking her in earnest. She had grunted lowly when he entered her, as always, but soon her voice rose with the pleasure she was feeling. As usual, his hands wouldn’t stay long on her waist, they were soon all but mauling her fantastic tits! Her «pimp» was so damn good!

« OUI! OUI! OUI! OUI! OH OUI! Comme ça! Juste comme ça! Encore! Ramone ma putain de chatte, mon maître chéri! Oh Yes! Fuck me good, my Harry! Fuck me even more! Use your favourite whore! Plow her sweet cunt, harder, faster! Your cock feels great inside my tight pussy! It's so damn good! Use me to your heart’s content! Cette pute Française t'appartient! Fais-en tout ce que tu veux! J’aime tellement sentir tes mains sur mes hanches, sur mon joli petit cul et sur mes gros seins, mon amour!»

Harry was grunting his own pleasure and touching his soulmate everywhere and sometimes slapping her supple ass simply to see it jiggle. It was such an amazing sight. He absolutely loved the fact that she belonged to him and him alone. Well, in the near future she would perhaps belong to their children too, but it wasn’t the same thing. He would be the only man allowed to bed her and that’s what really mattered. Soon their loud illicit activities managed to stir someone else awake. It was Hermione who first came to see what was going on, followed shortly by Apolline. 

Both quickly felt awe and intense arousal from the free show they were offered. Without stopping plowing Fleur's sweet cunt or playing with her bouncing breasts and stiff nipples, Harry shamelessly admired the shapely bodies of his beautiful whores. Apolline had gotten into the really great habit of sleeping naked ever since she and Harry had gotten together, showing off with great pride her mature body to her «owner» and fellow concubines’ eyes. Hermione was actually only wearing one of his t-shirts she had filched from his dresser earlier this evening and nothing else. 

Harry temporarily freed one hand from Fleur’s swinging breasts and snapped his fingers after meeting his other ladies’s eyes. Hermione flushed lightly, but quickly removed the t-shirt, letting it fall on the floor to expose her naked body to her «master’s» hungry gaze and started to shamelessly play with herself for the fornicating couple’s viewing pleasure. Apolline approached the rocking bed with a sensual, feline grace, taking great care to display her wonderful assets to her «owner» in the best way possible. That was another great perk of being one of Harry’s five whores, he was truly insatiable when it came to them. He could decide to have his way with them at any time and at any moment, even after a full blown Prostitution Session like the one of the day before. Taking care of his beloved fuck-toys would never be a chore for him. Apolline and her daughters had truly embraced this lifestyle of pure debauchery and shameless promiscuity by now. And soon, Luna and Hermione would join them entirely.

Once Harry’s second whore was on the bed next to the young man, she decided to indulge herself in playing a bit with her eldest daughter’s bouncing breasts. Some groping and some chaste pecks on the lips were the limits that the Delacour women had imposed on anything coming close to incest, well outside of the occasional mother-daughter or sister-sister titty-fuck when they wanted to bribe their man for something big. Luna and Hermione had initially been added to Harry’s collective to cover the lesbian sex angle after all. 

Fleur’s cries of pleasure became louder and the fact that she was now panting was a clear sign of her approaching climax. Harry was also approaching his first climax of the night and he had no intention of pulling out. His all-time favourite fuck-toy wished to be bred and he would grant her desire. Then after that, he would do his very best to breed his second whore. But perhaps he would have his way with his other wenches first…Hum decisions, decisions…

« OUI! OUI! OUI! OUI! OUI! OH OUI! BORDEL DE MERDE QUE C’EST BON! PLUS FORT, HARRY! Baise ta toute première pute encore plus vite! Oh yes! It’s so good! I love it so much! Breed me, my love! Did you hear me? I want you to breed me! Give me your child! J’aime tellement être une de tes cinq putains!»

Harry groaned loudly his own orgasm and filled his first and favourite fuck-toy’s hot cunt full of his virile seed. What he didn’t know just yet and would only learn about it later in the following weeks, was that Fleur and him had attained their objective to finally knock-up her up during this particular intercourse. At the same time, his other ladies stumbled into the bedroom. Luna was wearing a rather cute pale pink nightie stopping at mid-tight, giving him a view of a pair of panties of the same colour, while Gabrielle had taken a page out of her mother and older sister’s books by going to bed stark naked. Just in case her «master» wanted to fuck her in the middle of the night or early in the morning. Harry didn’t waste any time speaking, he flexed his magic and stripped Luna of her night clothes, leaving her just as bare as the rest of his women. 

Now which one of his beautiful whores he would play with next? While pondering on his decision, he pulled out of Fleur's freshly creampied cunt, slapped her great ass once again just because he could, making her jump slightly and grabbed one of Apolline’s big breasts, starting to kneed it absently. His decision was taken from him when Gabrielle suddenly all but jumped him,swallowing his still hard rod down her throat. His teenage prostitute was quite eager it seemed. Even if she didn't know it right now, she had a very good reason for her eagerness, since he intended to pay her overtime for her fantastic services in the middle of the night. Harry was quite proud of the slut Gabrielle had become. He had trained her quite well.

XxX

A month later, We find one Hermione Jane Granger, entirely naked, kneeling on the living room’s floor while all but inhaling her «owner’s» hard sex, who was sitting on the couch and caressing her hair with love and tenderness. During this time, she was playing with her pussy with the hand that wasn’t currently in use bracing herself on the three-seaters. But what was different from the usual acts of debauchery, was the fact that they were in hers and Luna’s flat, in Cardiff, Wales. Harry had done something absurd again and somehow, it had made her feel so hot and bothered that she simply had to whore herself to him right away. The silly man had simply gathered his power and apparated away from his home in Argelès-Sur-Mer in Southern France to Cardiff in two jumps! And he wasn’t even winded! Hermione was no slouch power wise, but she wouldn’t trust herself to apparate this far in so few jumps!

Now normally, she wouldn’t have been able to take the time off needed to satiate Harry’s insane sexual appetite, not so soon after returning from her extended vacation in France. Luna and she had enjoyed becoming Harry’s fourth and fifth fuck-toys so much that they had taken two extra weeks of unpaid vacation; Just so their «owner» could train them up to his lofty standards by fucking them at any hour of the day or the night. Sadly, Luna and she weren’t considered high class whores just yet, but they were making good progress toward their goal! Back to the consequences of their extended vacation, with all the money they had earned by prostituting themselves to their new «owner», those two unpaid weeks had hardly put a dent in their finances.

Back to the present, satisfying Harry’s needs would usually have been an even bigger time consuming problem since she was currently alone at the moment. But luckily, her current project required her to work from home for the time being, so she could afford to take a day or two off to prostitute herself to her «pimp». It also helped to know that Luna would be back in a few hours, so she will most likely be quite glad to help share the workload.

Her «master» had also come bearing some great news! Fleur was actually pregnant! Meaning that she had won their bet. The lucky bitch. Before deciding to come visit her on a whim or with some reason she hadn’t registered just yet, Harry had been working almost non-stop on giving a child to Apolline. The older woman wanted to give her «owner» the family he had been denied while growing up. Well, now Harry was taking a break from his second whore’s mature body to come play with both his fourth and fifth ones, but still! It was worth celebrating! Hence why Hermione soon found herself manhandled on her knees, ass up, face down on the couch, with her «master» enthusiastically taking her from behind, making her shout her carnal pleasure the best she could, what with being face down on the couch’s cushion.

«Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh God, yes! Oh yeah, fuck me Harry! Fuck me! I love having your thick cock inside my tight pussy! You’re so good, my «master»! My body belongs to you and you alone! I love being one of your whores! I missed you so much these last few weeks!»

Then she was lost in her bliss, unable to do anything else than moan lewdly and shout her pleasure out loud. Accepting Fleur’s offer to become one of Harry’s personal fuck-toys was really the best decision she ever made in her entire romantic life! Her best friend always made her see entire galaxies of stars when he was using her nubile body for their shared pleasure!

Harry groaned in sheer relief. It felt so good to be inside the cunt of one of his beloved fuck-toys! There was a downside of being as sexually active as he was, his needs were rarely satiated for long. His lovelies had spoiled him far too much, really. When he wasn’t soliciting one of them for sex, they were deliberately tempting him! Doing everything to make him lose any self control and to shag them silly. While sex had been on his mind while dropping by for a surprise visit to his British lovers, he had wanted to install the Vanishing Cabinet first, then have his way with his lovelies second. With that in place, Hermione and Luna wouldn’t have to book an international portkey or use mundane means of transportation to visit the rest of their family. More importantly, Harry would be able to resume their training, so his new fuck-toys could one day soon be considered high class whores, just like his Delacour women.

Harry kept putting his lovely Hermione through her paces, switching positions every now and then to spice things up. She felt so damn good around his cock! He really should have made her his fuck-toy years ago! But sadly, he had been clueless about women until Fleur took him in hand. But now he was making up for lost time and one day, he would swell her belly with his child. The last Potter had zero intention of ever letting go of any of his five whores. He was going to marry Fleur, make Apolline his official mistress, Gabrielle would still remain his privately hired prostitute (It excited everybody in their little family to pay his youngest lover for sex) while Hermione and Luna would become his concubines.

Harry kept fucking Hermione all over her flat’s living room for a good while longer before he was interupted by the ringing of his cellphone. Since only a few people had his number and were tech-savvy enough to use it, Harry decided to answer. A break sounded nice anyway. As much as he loved using Hermione’s body for their shared pleasure, he was a bit famished and rather thirsty. But not before cumming deep inside his fourth whore’s cunt though. He still had a bit of work to do before their mandated break. Since he was sitting on the couch and she was bouncing on his cock in a reverse cowgirl style, it was child play for him to free one hip to summon his phone to him and finally answer it and put it on speaker

«Hullo?»

«Harry? It’s Apolline. Weren’t you supposed to set the vanishing cabinet? What’s taking you so long, honey?»

Between a few groans of pleasure, he answered with a short laugh

«Well, you see…Hermione basically jumped me when she learned I made it to Cardiff in only two apparition jumps…»

He could hear the amusement in her voice when she spoke

«So basically you’ve been rocking her world all this time?»

Shamelessly, Harry grabbed one of Hermione’s bouncing breasts then started to squeeze it with his free hand and answered his mistress

«Yeah, pretty much. You know I can almost never say no to my whores when they want to be fucked.»

Apolline’s voice become much sultry before she answered

«Oh, believe me, I know…And I just love being on the receiving end of it…When you’re done with Hermione, set up the Vanishing Cabinet before satiating your lusts on Luna would you? That way the girls and I can come over and have a proper whoring session to christen the girls’ apartment. I’m in the mood for some girl on girl time. Your newest fuck-toys are just so delicious…»

Harry could only shake his head incredulously at hearing that. Hearing his lovers talk like that would never get old. And well, better take advantage of things when they still could. They would have to watch their language when the baby would be born after all. They would also have to make themselves a Den of Debauchery instead of just fornicating all over their homes…So many things to think of, but that could still wait for a few days. They had a bit less than nine months to get ready.

«Alright, alright, my Darling. I'll finish things up with Hermione real quick and I’ll set the cabinet before playing with Luna, I promise. She's not here right now anyway.»

After hanging up, Harry decided to put his words into action. He grabbed his lover by her hips and started to fuck her fast and hard. Of course, Hermione’s lovely voice rose with her pleasure. He had a promise to keep after all and Harry was a man of his word.

Chapter Text

Harry Potter and the Delacour Women

Chapter 10: Five Horny Whores in the Office

Harry Potter absolutely adored his current life. I mean what’s not to like? Five very horny women at his beck and call, always ready to disrobe for their man and being used for their shared pleasure. Like right now, he was doing his share of administrative duty for the Potter-Delacour Brothel, sequestrated in Apolline’s office in the building itself. The woman in question was kneeling underneath the desk, busy in all but swallowing his cock down her throat while playing with her pussy with her free hand; just like the good High Class Whore her «owner» had trained her to be. She needed to be ready to be used as a cumdumpster at any moment after all. 

Their «pimp» could be so impatient sometimes. Apolline figured that it was due in part to his youth and the fact that his Fuck-toys were all drop dead gorgeous in their own right. It would explain his haste to claim them again and again. While his other ladies were all good at fellatio, none of the others were able to do it in a way that was pleasant but left the one receiving it able to concentrate on his important work. Harry’s Second Whore had two things going for her that she could boast of at the detriment of her fellow Fuck-toys. She had the biggest pair of breasts among them and was also the best cocksucker of the family. She might not be Harry’s favourite, that lofty title rightly belonged to his wife, but their lothario wasn’t shy with his affections towards his other prostitutes.

Of course, as it was customary when they were alone, Harry’s women had soon removed all their clothing, enjoying both the freedom of not wearing a stitch and their privacy allowing them this luxury. No men other than their «Owner» and the Family Healer had the right to see them naked after all. Not that it mattered for him if his ladies were clothed or not. If Harry wanted to use one of his Fuck-toys, he would just grab the one he desired at the moment and either remove or simply tore away what was in the way. With what he paid them for their services, they could just buy themselves new clothes if they didn’t want to repair them with magic.

In between the scratching of his pencil on the paper and the delicate sounds of his mother-in-law sucking his cock with clear devotion, helped by all her hard earned experience as a High class whore, there was the low chatter between his other lovers. They were waiting for his work to be done before igniting their lusts, knowing that the paperwork was very important for the running of the business. If the girls started frolicking, he would stop doing his work and most certainly put Apolline on the desk and have his wicked way with her before going to play with his other Fuck-toys. And sadly, those forms couldn’t wait. They had to be sent to the Ministry today.

The pair of vanishing cabinets he had commissioned were truly a god-send. He had truly missed being able to see and cuddle with Luna and Hermione as much as he wished ever since they had become his. But now they were just a few minutes away, which was a relief. While the intense sex and the easy access to the very attractive naked flesh were large parts of their unconventional relationship, it wasn’t just that. Each of them brought something hard to describe in their arrangement. For one, he absolutely refused to touch dull and unintelligent women. He was very lucky since all of his Fuck-toys had a great intellect on top of a great rack and a nice ass to boot. It was a bit too complicated to put into actual words, which was why he simply kept their roleplay in place. It was much less headache-inducing to simply think of himself as his women’s «owner» and they his private High Class Prostitutes.

Likely sensing his shifting mood, Apolline put a bit more effort in her subtle blowjob, making him moan and close his eyes for a moment due to the sheer pleasure. Oh she was good. Very good even. He was definitively going to fuck her stupid on the desk as soon as the paperwork was done. He still wished to impregnate her anyway, so any excuse to cum deep inside her unprotected tight MILF pussy was a good one in his mind. With Fleur now pregnant, it was just a question of time before her mother would also be bearing his child. After that task would be accomplished, he wasn’t certain which one of his other ladies would ask to become a mother. Gabrielle’s impregnation fetish had to remain a fantasy for a few more years, but neither Luna or Hermione had even hinted about wanting to be knocked-up just yet. Oh well, he was leaving that particular decision in their hands. It was their bodies who would bear their children after all. 

Apolline kept sucking her «owner’s» cock slowly and methodically. God, she felt like such a proud slut, kneeling stark naked under the desk, worshipping Harry’s hard rod while he was working! And she absolutely loved it! Being one of Harry’s prostitutes was so liberating really. No worries, no responsibilities other than bringing pleasure to her «pimp» or her fellow Fuck-toys when they were in the mood for some girl on girl action. It was like she was on a permanent holiday really. Selling herself to Fleur’s husband had been and still was a truly great idea! She always felt so young and extremely desirable when she was intimate with him! Then his voice was heard, snapping Apolline out from her fevered indecent daydream.

«Apolline, my Darling, I’m no longer hearing your fingers sliding in and out of your slutty pussy. Keep playing with yourself as you blow me. I want you positively dripping for when I’m ready to use you.»

Harry’s second Fuck-toy was quick to restart playing with herself with her free hand as ordered, a bit surprised that she had stopped while lost in thoughts. It wasn’t like her to do that. She had always been the ever dutiful whore ever since she gave her «master» the right of free-use and ownership over her body after their seventh successful Date.(She had slept with him for the first time after their third Date) Reminiscing about this particular subject, Harry was starting to just take what he wanted from her, leaving his prior hesitation far behind. Like she would ever say «no» to him! Recently, he had taken to just magically expanding whatever bed he decided to crash for the night, so all of his women could sleep cuddled with him. Early this morning he had simply grabbed her, not caring that she was still half-asleep and after making sure she was ready with one hand, while another was pawing almost desperately at her naked breasts, took her quite strongly. Of course, she had absolutely loved this and she became quite vocal in no time.

To be honest, she would have immediately given him the go ahead had he bothered to ask her instead of taking advantage of his rights of both ownership and free-use over her body. Of course, their combined cries of pleasure and the violent shakes of the mattress quickly woke the «Master»’s other playthings, but it was a forgone conclusion anyway. No matter which one of his five whores the young man fucked first thing in the morning, the others would wake up soon after the fun started if they stayed in the bedroom. A good piping hot creampie early in the morning was a great way to start her day! Harry’s second Cumdumpster would get her desired third child, come hell or high water! She was still plenty fertile, it was just a question of time before they would conceive, now that all traces of the birth control potion was finally gone from her system.

Apolline went on to cook breakfast for everyone while only wearing an apron over her attractive naked body and with Harry’s fresh load of cum escaping from her thoroughly fucked snatch, with it slowly trailing down her thighs. Of course, while waiting for his meal to be ready, their «owner» took his Fifth Whore, Luna, for a spin on the kitchen table. As usual in these circumstances, Gabrielle was pouting prettily since it wasn’t her who was getting some, but it was life. There was only one «master» for five very active and always horny Fuck-toys after all. Harry’s Naughty Angel would get her turn soon enough, he simply couldn’t get enough of any of his ladies’ made for sin bodies.

After some more time of hearing only low tones chatter and the scratching of the pencil on the paper, Harry was finally done with his paperwork. He would just need to put it away properly to be filed before it would finally be time for him to start using his five wonderful Whores. He had plenty of energy to burn after all so it would be a full Prostitution Session in good standing.

XxX    

Apolline was in heaven, there was no other word for it. Here she was, being leisurely fucked like the proud High Class Whore that she was, while on her back, laying down on the surface of her own desk. Her «pimp» was between her open thighs, all but spearing her drooling cunt with his rigid staff. Currently he was leaning against her, so she could entwine her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his lower back. Between loving but sloppy French kisses, whispered sweet nothings and salacious compliments about her body and her bedroom talents in her ear, he would go down her neck, leaving visible hickeys and love bites, before going further down to her impressive rack. Their man’s obsession with mammaries was striking again it seems. Not that any of them really minded though. They loved the feeling of his mouth on their erect nipples and his big strong hands on their sensitive skin. All of it was so good! So very good! There were very few things in this world that she loved more than to prostitute herself to her «owner»!

Apolline Delacour was totally addicted to her son-in-law’s manhood and between kisses, she wasn’t shy to yell her pleasure out loud. The sex was so great that she was already mixing her languages, but it didn’t matter. Harry loved it when she yelled salaciously in various languages. The office was entirely soundproofed anyway. No one could hear them from the outside, she could be as loud as she wanted without risking being interrupted and seen by undesirables. The only man allowed to see her naked outside of her family healer was her «pimp» after all.

«Si! Si! Si! Si! Si! Si! Si! Si! Oh mon Dieu, oui! OUI! OUI! OUI! Baise moi! Baise-moi, mon «maître»! Ramone bien fort la chatte chaude et humide de ta seconde catin! Play with my big tits some more! They belong to you! I love it so damn much! Fanculo la tua seconda puttana, più veloce, più forte! Yes! Yes! Yes! Give me a good creampie! Fuuuuck! Come-on, my «master»! Breed me! Knock me up! Oh Yes! Your Second Whore wants to bear your baby so badly! J’adore trop me prostituer pour toi, Harry! Tu me paies et tu me baises foutrement trop bien! I will always be one of your Fuck-toys for this much money and talent! Let’s show my daughters how big of a cumdumpster I am!»

Even her late husband had never managed to fuck her this good before and he had known his way around her body very well after giving her two children! Harry Potter was truly the gift that kept giving! Whoring herself out to her son-in-law was one of the best decisions she ever made and she would likely never come to regret it. She really should follow her indecent desires more often, since they netted her amazing results! Some would say that she was debasing herself by claiming to be part of the world’s oldest profession, but Apolline disagreed with that line of thinking. 

She was just shedding her annoying inhibitions imposed to her by the state of the French magical society of her youth and doing away with her veneers of a noble widowed lady. She was now the best version of herself, feeling immensely proud of being Harry Potter’s official Mistress and his Second Whore. And since all good mothers wanted the best for their children, Harry’s Darling was truly ecstatic that both her daughters and she were now the exclusive properties of the same man. There was something primal in her that felt very fulfilling to watch her naked daughters coming undone on their beloved «Master»’s cock one after the other.

As a family, they eventually had to come up with a proper payment system in order to keep up the pretence of the five of them being High Class Prostitutes.(Technically they were only three High Class Whores in Harry’s harem, since Hermione and Luna were still being trained to his liking and exacting standards) their man would simply have kept throwing absurd sums of money at them each time they did something remotely sexual otherwise. Like for example, when they enjoyed just flashing him a bit for teasing purposes or when a woman was in the mood to suck his cock for the simple reason that she could do it. Hermione and Gabrielle were the most recurrent instigators for that peculiar act among their rather irregular Sisterhood. 

Gabrielle because she only needed the flimsiest of excuses to rile up her «pimp» in order to get him to fuck her stupid in the not so secret hope that her birth control potion would perhaps fail and he would knock her up earlier than planned. And Hermione because their «owner» had challenged her to try to get on Apolline’s level as a professional cocksucking whore. Hermione Granger was not the type of woman who was satisfied to coast by on her natural skills. She would do all in her power to become the best she could. That’s who she was. Her perfectionist streak followed her also in sexual matters. Hermione was quite proud of being one of Harry’s five beloved Fuck-toys. Then keeping in mind that Harry saw at least one of his five prostitutes partially or entirely naked at least twice each day, it would have been a lot of money wasted. 

So they settled with a default sum to be deposited in their personal vaults every two weeks in the guise of a paycheck for being his privately hired prostitutes. They had to do some more finagling for both Hermione and Luna’s paychecks, since prostitution was illegal in both societies of the United Kingdom. They had to open new vaults in Gringotts Paris for the official purpose of keeping everything legal and above board but for the officious purpose of giving new depths to their roleplay. 

It didn’t stop Harry from randomly leaving bills of muggle money in their bra cups as some form of tip after squeezing their breasts through it seemingly on a whim though. Full blown Whoring sessions like those regularly held in the Courtyard of Debauchery or like today’s special session in the Delacour-Potter Brothel earned them a very tidy sum of money on top of their regular paycheck, with significant bonuses added for «working» overtime (Only if they kept entertaining their «customer» past the Brothel’s working hours or if they started prostituting themselves in the early hours of the morning like when their «pimp» impregnated Fleur.) and for travel expenses if needed. The next time Harry took the five of them on a private cruise for High Sea sexual hijinks, they would get a very nice bonus on top of their regular paycheck. And the best of it? It wasn’t taxable! Yes, the Brothel kept a reasonable cut for itself in guise of profits, but Harry’s prostitutes were more than happy with their salaries.

There were even funds set aside for maternity leaves, since there were concrete plans in motion to eventually knock them all up. Not that being on official maternity leave would absolve any of them of their carnal duties as Harry’s whores, mind you. Their «owner» had made it quite clear that he would still enjoy their nubile bodies as often and as much as he desired until it was no longer safe for them and the babies to do so. A woman who willingly became a Fuck-toy was now made to be used after all, no matter her rank. The very last thing Harry’s wenches needed was to lose their greatest purpose in life after all.    

The young lothario was currently having the time of his life ploughing his second slut’s sweet pussy and watching his other playthings have some hot lesbian sex while waiting their turn to be used. Gabrielle and Hermione were currently in a very scorching and quite enthusiastic sixty-nine, having fallen from the couch due to shared pleasure overload. Their cries of pleasure were quite loud if not muffled due to their mouths being on each other’s cunnies. Luna was kneeling on the carpeted floor between Fleur’s open legs and was slowly lapping at his first and favourite whore’s cunt, causing said loving wife to mewl in bliss, with her eyes half-closed, while caressing her fellow Fuck-toy’s hair with one hand and toying with her fantastic breasts with the other. Man, what a fantastic view.

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«OUI! OUI! OUI! OUI! OUI! OUI! YES! YES! YES! Fucking God, yeeesss! Baise ta troisième catin! Baise la encore! J’en ai tellement besoin! Ramone bien fort ma chatte de Vélane salope, mon «maître» adoré! J’adore trop être la troisième de tes cinq putains! I’m nothing more than a vulgar, horny Cumdumpster who lives for your big cock deep in her tight cunt! BREED ME! OH PLEASE! BREED ME! I want to bear your baby so badly! OH FUCK! I love being used by my Sugar Daddy so damn much! Oh mon Dieu! Oh mon Dieu! Je suis bonne et ne sert qu’à être baisée par toi! JE SERAI TOUJOURS UNE PUTE!»

Gabrielle was mostly folded in half with her legs behind her ears, screaming her pleasure at the top of her voice while being taken in a mating press by her «Sugar Daddy». Harry was relentless in using his beautiful Third Whore on the carpeted floor. (Magic was a great help for removing any kind of stains and in keeping the carpet in mint condition, hence why they could indulge in each other on it) After he had done his best to give Apolline a child by cumming deep inside her unprotected and fertile womb, he had ordered Gabrielle away from her make-out session with Luna. It was his third Veela lover’s turn to be taken. The way he was using Hooker Gabby’s body you would think that he hadn’t been with her for weeks on end, but it was just their combined lust currently spiking up. Harry had had his way with his youngest Fuck-toy for a few amazing climaxes on the kitchen table in his and Fleur’s flat just last evening, while the other ladies were watching a romantic comedy show on the TV in the nearby living room.

In Harry’s mind, his youngest Veela slut’s pert teenage breasts and tight little pussy were much more interesting than whatever show his other Whores were watching. The young man kept using Gabrielle’s body in a mating press for a while longer but after that he decided to use her differently. With one hand holding firmly her long hair, he was now forcing her to deepthroat his slimy rod while the other was pawing at her hanging tits, alternating between the left and the right. His teenage Whore let out a hoarse and muffled moan of pleasure when he twisted her left nipple between his fingers.

A few minutes later, he had his lovely and always horny Fuck-toy positioned on all four and was really hammering into her soaked cunny. He had one hand on her shapely hip and the other on her shoulder to get a better grip on her body made for sin. Of course, it wasn’t long before the hand on her waist slipped up to possessively grab her bouncing tits one after the other. They were his to play with at any time he wanted after all, since Gabrielle belonged to him, body, mind and soul. One day in the not so distant future, she would bear him children, just like her mother, Luna and Hermione eventually would. This next stage of their lives had already started, since Fleur was now pregnant and he was happily working on it with the Delacour matriarch.

On a whim, Harry decided to do something a bit different than what he was doing presently. Instead of keeping the sex to solo sessions, he called Luna and Hermione down to his spot on the floor for a foursome. It took a bit of time to arrange themselves comfortably, but soon his wonderful and sexy whores were all ready for him once more. Hermione was in front of him on her hands and knees, enthusiastically devouring Luna’s wet snatch, whose moans of pleasure were muffled because Gabrielle was currently sitting on her face. His third whore’s cries of rapture were free to be heard though, since his dreamy slut was devouring Gabby’s sweet peach with admirable gusto. After watching the show for a few minutes more, he crawled towards Hermione and lost no time sheathing himself to the hilt in her scorching sex. She had to stop licking her partner’s sex for a second so she could moan out loud when her «owner» forcefully bottomed inside her, but he was quick to order her back to her appointed task.

The young man was quick in hunching over his best friend’s beautiful body so he could go grab her shaking breasts with both hands like they were handles without stopping rutting inside her tight quim. In this lothario’s mind, there were few things in this life better than a full blown prostitution session starring his five wonderful Fuck-toys. Hum, it also had been quite some time since he last ordered a mandatory naked day. The last one had actually been a while before he tamed his two new whores. But just one day was simply not enough. Not with so much enticing flesh to feast his eyes upon. 

Hum, perhaps he could stretch that event indefinitely? Ordering them to stay naked in the privacy of their homes until he said otherwise? Only letting them dress when they needed to go outside minus a few exceptions like an apron or some socks? Yes, this peculiar idea had much potential, indeed. Another cruise would have been great, but he couldn’t just leave Gabrielle out of the loop like that. Nor could he make her miss so much school due to his selfish sexual desires. It was her final year after all. And his other women had jobs on their own too, it wasn’t exactly easy to get enough time off to sate all their decadent desires. And it was too soon in their arrangement for Luna and Hermione to quit their current jobs to become Harry’s kept women. It would eventually happen, that was inevitable. The girls would gladly trade their sexual favours in exchange for a steady financement for their personal projects. But just not yet, they weren’t in any hurry.

Back to Gabrielle’s current situation, once she had graduated from Beauxbatons next summer, his Naughty Angel would finally become his full-time Prostitute. Then and only then, he would be able to use her beautiful body to his heart’s content in all sorts of scenarios, each more debauched than the last with no time limits. They would have so much fun together, with almost nothing to force them to stop! And the best in all of this? His Third Whore had long ago put her entire future in his hands. In fact, that’s what she had wanted as a gift for her sixteenth birthday, after he refused to knock her up early of course. Harry was adamant on this, his youngest Cumdumpster would not become a teenage mother! He would not breed her until her twentieth birthday, end of the discussion. If she kept pushing him, he might even make her wait a few more years to teach her a lesson. He was her «pimp» and she was his responsibility.

It was also the height of irony that even before Harry re-entered the Delacour women’s lives, Gabrielle had already been seriously considering the possibility of working in the Sex trade for at least a few years; with the nebulous goal to get some kind of control over her Lust. Harry’s presence in her life had just changed her priorities about her partners. Instead of letting countless strangers use her cunt, her mouth, her ass and/or her tits for their pleasure in exchange of money. 

Now her assets were for her brother-in-law and fellow Fuck-toys’ benefits only; since she was head over heels in love with him and she was always game for some lesbian sex with Hermione and Luna. And being Harry’s private Prostitute paid way more than if she had been a regular worker! No other man than him would ever get to have sex with her though. Not only did it go against her employment contract, just imagining it made her feel unclean. The only flesh and blood cock who would ever plough her slutty cunt would be Harry’s.

Gabrielle didn’t know it, but among all of Harry’s Whores, she was the luckiest one of the lot. Her «master» was her one and only partner for heterosexual intercourse since he had deflowered her. She never had to suffer through subpar sex, never had to fake an orgasm to flatter an over-prideful partner. Harry had the easiest time in taming and training her among his other Fuck-toys, since she had started with a blank state. There were no bad habits to break before building up on her natural bedroom skills after all.

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Fleur was in Heaven, there were no other words for it. Here she was, forced on her knees to service her Lord Husband’s cock, tasting all of his other women’s fluids on it and absolutely loving it. One of his hands was holding her long silvery blonde hair with a solid grip, a silent reminder that he could force her to deepthroat him at any time he wished, while the other was busy slapping the second biggest pair of breasts of his Household around just to watch them shake like leaves in a storm. While he was doing this, she was using one hand on his thigh for support while the other was teasing her weeping flower between her legs to ensure she would be ready for the fast approaching main event.

If she wasn’t ready to be fucked at a moment’s notice by her «Pimp», she wouldn’t be worthy of calling herself a High Class Whore. And that just wouldn’t do. She had worked long and hard to attain that rank! The sheer amount of time alone spent on her knees, on her back or on her belly over the years pleasuring her «Master» was unreal! It took a lot of time and great dedication to attain that peculiar rank in their organisation. Only the best and most motivated among the Brothel’s employees could hope to make it further than being a Middle Class Prostitute.

Far from feeling any kind of shame, Fleur was instead proud and ecstatic to be in this peculiar situation. Her beloved husband was so virile that he needed five witches to satisfy him entirely! He could outlast three extremely well-trained Veela prostitutes! And she was his favourite Whore! He used her body to sate his lusts more than any of the others! He needed to see and touch her breasts at least twice a day! Not any of the others! Hers! There were no more insecurities left unsaid, she had won the Game of Wombs. She was now bearing his Heir. He could fuck and impregnate his other Fuck-toys to his heart’s content, It no longer mattered to her. Fleur Potter nee Delacour would give him his First Born in a bit less than nine months! 

Harry’s eyes closed in sexual bliss and he said to his wife, groaning with great pleasure

«Good God, you’re such a great and beautiful cocksucking whore, my Fleur! You’re almost as good as your sexy slut of a mother with your mouth!»

Hearing those salacious words dropping from his mouth transformed the small embers in her lower belly to a metaphysical bonfire! Her lovely blue eyes having closed by themselves, she let out a loud but muffled moan of pleasure. She absolutely loved being called derogatory terms in that peculiar tone of voice during sex! It’s not like her hubby hadn’t said anything that wasn’t true either way. Fleur Potter was effectively a slut; but not just anyone’s. She was exclusively Harry’s. No other man than him would ever have her, not even for all the gold in the world. Then she put more ardour in her oral work, earning herself more caresses in her hair and on her face. 

She had both a husband to please and another lofty goal to reach. Fleur would, one day soon she hoped, become an Ultimate Class Prostitute! Whether she fulfilled her ambition before or after becoming a mother was not important. Fleur was a patient woman, she could wait. It wasn’t like her beloved husband would ever get tired of using his beloved favourite Fuck-toy after all. And who said she would give her darling «owner» only one child? But right now that peculiar thought was like putting the cart before the horse. She would have to deliver this one to term first before thinking of conceiving another one.

Ten minutes later, Fleur was being bounced with great enthusiasm on her man’s thick rod, shouting her pleasure out loud with a megawatt smile while he was sitting on the comfy desk chair. Like about everything belonging to the Brothel, said chair was specially conceived for sex in mind, so its arms were lower than standard to make it easier on a woman’s widespread thighs. In fact, that specific chair had a special history, since Apolline had told them earlier that it was on it that Fleur had actually been conceived and in that very same position at that. 

Gabrielle, on the other hand, had been conceived a few years later when her late husband had joined her into the hot tub in the Manor’s master bathroom. Now Apolline was wondering on which surface her third child would be conceived, since her second husband was much more adventurous in the bedroom than her first has ever been. While she was doing that and watching the show, she was slowly masturbating, playing with her breasts and having two fingers in her sex. Her eldest daughter was becoming quite vocal since their «pimp» had upped the pace.

«Oui! Oui! Oui! Oui! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh mon Dieu, oui! J’aime tellement ça! Baise ta Pute préférée, Harry! Baise-là bien fort! Fuck my pregnant cunt, harder, faster! OH YES! Play with my big tits! They belong to you! Twist my nipples! Please, «master»! It’s so good! I just love our Whoring sessions! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh ouais! Creampie your first Fuck-toy, mon amour! I’m nothing more than an horny cumdumpster! I need an infusion of cum deep inside my slutty pussy!»

Fleur was not alone to share that peculiar need nor the opinion about their Whoring Sessions. All of them enjoyed using the Brothel’s premises for what it was built for, even if the Courtyard of Debauchery was better. They would definitely come back once in a while. Their world was growing. With the addition of Luna and Hermione’s place and the access to the Brothel, they now had five locations where they could enjoy their lifestyle to the fullest. The Flat in Argelès-Sur-Mer, the Manor in Toulouse and Harry’s ship had been their own little world for the last few years. It was nice to expand towards new frontiers. 

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Apolline was currently having a very good time. Being used as her «master’s» Fuck-toy was just normal life by now, but it was their current location that was making their activities take a turn for the unusual. As part of the Delacour Family’s business portfolio, she was the owner of an up and coming Pegasus Ranch. Harry had joined her for an inspection since his other women were busy either at work or at school and he had nothing better to do with his time at the moment. Now after finishing their inspection by a tour of the brand new stable built on the premises, he had gently dragged her into the box further away from the entrance and ordered her to service him. Now, just like the well-trained Whore  that she was, Harry’s mistress obeyed the command without question, dropping  to her knees and fetching his manhood out of his pants. Harry’s eyes became half lidded and let out a low moan escape his throat at the feeling of his woman’s tongue and delicate hands on his quickly hardening sex. 

He put one hand on her head, caressing her hair with tenderness and with a snap of his fingers from the other hand, her blouse and her bra vanished from her body and fell down further away, exposing her big breasts to his gaze. With a look of pride in her eyes, Apolline shook her upper torso, making her tits move this way and that with the goal to tempt him. Said goal was easily attained since she could see the sheer hunger in his gaze. Just as she was taking him in her mouth after bathing his cock with her dexterous tongue some more, his free hand flashed down like a viper and grabbed her breasts roughly, making her let out a muffled moan of pleasure from her stuffed mouth. While her big tits weren’t as sensible as Gabrielle’s, Apolline liked having them being handled with some roughness. She was a proud High Class Whore from the Potter-Delacour Brothel after all, not some delicate pillow princess. She was a big girl and could take some pain. She could easily handle it when her «owner» was sowing his wild oats.

It actually was the secret of her success in the Lust Industry, since she could see both the perspective of the employee and the perspective of the boss. As a younger woman, she had worked as a regular prostitute in the family’s Brothel and saw all there was to be seen by climbing up the ranks without any kind of preferential treatment. And when she had gotten married and started a family with Alain, she had become the Madam once her mother was ready to step down. At that point of time, she had shifted away from being a prostitute to a more administrative type of work. But after so many years of only working on the administrative side of things, going back to being just a simple slut was like a much needed breath of fresh air for the Delacour matriarch. 

She much preferred having her fertile womb ploughed with no protections whatsoever, sucking her son-in-law’s delicious dick at his command and having some lesbian sex on the side with his newest whores, than having to balance a delicate budget or dealing with histrionic girls who thought they were the next best thing since the invention of sliced bread. Most of those kinds of prostitutes didn’t last long and in the rare case they did, they never managed to rise above the Low Class tier of their organisation.

Soon enough, Harry’s Second Fuck-toy had now lost her long skirt and her panties, wearing only her socks and shoes. The lothario was sitting on a bale of hay with his removed pants being used to make the impromptu seat moderately comfortable. Apolline was bouncing on her man’s cock, cowgirl style and she absolutely loved it! Never before had her «pimp» taken the risk to use her body like that, away from the privacy of their homes or his ship. Not that she was against it, mind you. 

Apolline Delacour was a High-Class Whore (She was still short of a few Whoring Sessions before reaching the rank of Ultimate class Prostitute. And how Fleur would rage that her mother and fellow Fuck-toy got the coveted rank first. The guaranteed temper tantrum was going to be epic to watch!) and if her «owner» wanted to use her nubile body for his pleasure, he very well could! She had signed away with a magically binding contract both the rights of ownership and free-use over her body to him after all.

Of course they couldn't have sex for hours at hand without risking being interrupted. They were not at home after all. So after obtaining her much desired cream-pie, they cleaned themselves up, got dressed and returned home after a slight detour to bring back some take-out. It would take a small while, but eventually Apolline would discover her successful pregnancy. Their little romp in the Pegasus stables had finally brought a spark of life in her womb after so long! Their household celebrated the joyous event long into the night. Two pregnant whores out of his set of five! Harry’s new family was growing!

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Harry Potter and the Delacour Women

Chapter 11: Wild Wild Whores

To celebrate the great event of Fleur and Apolline being both with child, Harry had called all his ladies together for an all-out Whoring Session in the renovated Courtyard of Debauchery. They were all his, so why not take advantage of it? Fleur did tell him to be more assertive in taking what he wanted from their nubile bodies after all. He also had made up his mind. Hermione and Luna would officially be taken care of. They would no longer need to go to work to make a living, he was going to give them as much money as they needed in exchange for an unlimited amount of sex. He would need a more regular and steady access to their sexy bodies as the pregnancies of his first and second Fuck-toys progressed. 

His amazing Hooker Gabby was an exceptionally gifted prostitute and he absolutely adored ploughing her tight Veela cunt anytime he wanted, but it wouldn’t be reasonable of him to burden her with her mother and older sister’s shares of work on top of her own. Yes, his Naughty Angel would most likely be willing to take on their combined workload, since it would mean more sex for his nymphomaniac Fuck-toy. But it was Harry’s duty as her Pimp to make sure that his youngest Whore wasn’t biting more than she could chew. Some men were often accused of thinking with their dicks, Gabrielle, on the other hand, often thought with her vagina.

Thus it was why Luna and Hermione would most likely need to pick up the slack in the coming months. Either that or he would need to acquire another temporary Fuck-toy or two. But he really wasn’t looking for more women to share his life and his bed. Their unorthodox relationship was already complex as it is, there was no need to make things harder on themselves if they could avoid it. Harry also wasn’t the type of man to get a new plaything just for a few months and then toss her once the other(s) had recovered. As distasteful as it sounded, he might need to visit the Delacour Brothel if his women weren’t available or indisposed. He still intended to make use of his two pregnant Whores’ bodies as much as possible though. They had a duty to fulfill towards him after all, since they were a big part of the reason as to why he was now so insatiable in the first place. But Harry wished to be prepared for when they wouldn’t have enough energy left to keep up with his desires in the latter stages of their pregnancies. 

Not that he had shared his decision with his fourth and fifth Fuck-toys just yet, even if they likely had an inkling that it would be coming in the not so far future. Hermione knew deep down that Harry would never let them go, now that he had tamed and trained both Luna and she to his exacting standards. He loved using their nubile bodies entirely too much and both of them knew instinctively that the brunette was just too stubborn to admit it out loud just yet. Hermione was in fact extremely thrilled to be owned, body, mind and soul by her best friend in the entire world. Luna might have gotten a clue of what was coming since he had urgently called them for some mandatory fun, for once not caring one iota that they were missing work shifts for hot and debauched sex. 

Prostituting themselves out to their «Owner» was much more important than mere regular work anyway. Harry also paid them much more for their sexual services than what they were earning at their day jobs. Well, to be honest, only Hermione was truly missing work shifts for sex, Luna’s schedule was rather more flexible since she was working with her father for the Quibbler, when she wasn’t going on expeditions around the globe to look for undiscovered Magical Beasts, that is.

Since he was a bit too busy for that kind of talk at the moment, Harry would most likely share his decision once their Whoring Session was over. Right now, he was using Luna’s sexy body on all four on the comfy grass, fucking her tight, hot and very wet cunt fast and hard just like she had previously begged him to. One hand was holding her left hip while the other kept palming possessively her shaking breasts one after the other. Luna might have a more modest bust than most of his other Fuck-toys, but he still loved to see them move around and never grew tired of playing with them. He was a Breasts man after all. After a few harder trusts, it was enough to make Luna do something other than whine and moan. She declared her pleasure out loud instead

«Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh yeah! You fuck me so good, Harry! Use your Fifth Whore! Use her more! I love it so much when you’re ploughing my little pussy like that! Play with my tits some more, please! They belong to you, Master!»

Luna had never been the shy flower type. She had thrown herself into Harry’s arms with gleeful abandon when Fleur made the offer on his Ship and had never looked back. And boy, she wasn’t given any reasons to regret that choice! He could call her anything he wanted,be it a slut, a whore, a fuck-toy, anything really, so long as he kept satisfying her needs like that! And boy, he sure as hell wasn’t caught lacking! In fact, he was the best male lover she ever had! The sheer amount of hard cash she made while spending and having a great time on her knees or on her back or on her belly and by opening her legs for him was a very enticing bonus too. Which was why she kept prostituting herself out to him with such enthusiasm. Her last partner before Harry claimed exclusive ownership over her body hadn’t been very good. In fact, a dead fish would have likely done a better job. 

While Harry was busy vigorously ploughing Luna’s pussy, reshaping it to be a perfect fit for his cock, his other naked whores were either entertaining themselves with Hermione or watching him while openly masturbating, waiting for their turns. After a few more thrusts inside Luna’s humid heat, Harry deliberately pulled out and ordered

«First Whore, come here.»

Fleur, who had been masturbating herself somewhat frantically while sitting on a cushion watching attentively her husband have his wicked way with his latest acquisition, hurryingly stopped what she was doing and knee-walked to her Master’s right side as it was proper as his slutty wife. She let out a hiccup of surprise when he put one strong arm around her waist, literally squashed her against his muscular frame before claiming her lips for a possessive kiss. Ignoring Luna’s displeased whines, Harry then grabbed his wife’s wonderful breasts with both hands after they separated when they needed air. He played with them with a quasi-childish fascination for a few minutes before letting them go, much to his favourite Fuck-toy’s disappointment. She loved having her husband’s strong hands on her tities!

Having come up with a plan of action while playing with Fleur’s bosom, Harry gave his marching orders to his assembled Prostitutes.

«Apolline my Darling, I want you on your back in front of Luna, who will be feasting on your sweet MILF cunt while I’ll be busy fucking her from behind on all four. Don’t forget to play with your big breasts for my viewing pleasure, my Darling. Seriously, those things are your best assets. Fleur, my Love, you stay right there and you occasionally shove your own big and beautiful tits in my face so I can suck on your pretty nipples. Hermione and Gabrielle, I want the both of you into a sixty-nine right here on my left side.»

Harry’s women all eagerly followed their marching orders, with his Fifth Whore happy to feel her Pimp’s hard member back inside her hot and needy sex. She wanted, no, needed him so badly. It took her a short while, but she could now see the future waiting for them clearly and it was absolutely glorious. Luna’s Gift sharpened more and more with her mounting pleasure. It was just one more reason to let Harry have his way with her whenever he wished, since the repetitive mind-blowing orgasms and back to back creampies he gave her always triggered the clearest visions she ever had. By now she could tell with absolute certainty that both Hermione and she would give him children to dote upon in the next few years and that becoming mothers wouldn’t change their current lifestyle overly much. Some changes and new habits to take would be in order, yes. But they would still be his Prostitutes and he their Pimp for years to come.

None of them would ever know another man intimately other than Harry Potter. Not even Gabrielle, who would be given a few more chances to go on her way to find a more traditional relationship. Luna could even See a very possible future where some boy would come sniffing around Harry’s youngest prostitute and would be chased off with extreme prejudice before their Pimp proceeded to claim his ownership over the youngest Delacour woman again and again and again, much to her evident delight. Their «Owner» had said it often. He was willing to share a lot of things with both friends and family, but not his Whores. No, they were his and his alone. Harry kept using Luna just like the ever horny Fuck-toy she truly was until he came deep inside her with no prior warnings whatsoever. He then grabbed Fleur and ordered her to revive his erection with a tone that told his assembled Sluts that he was meaning business. It only had the effect of making them more excited if it was even possible. They all loved it when Harry was getting forceful with them!

Fleur wasn’t Harry’s favourite Prostitute only because she was his first partner and the legal wife. It was indeed part of the reason, but not entirely. Among his five women, she was by far the kinkiest of them all. It excited her like nothing else than to see her husband spoil her mother and younger sister for any other men and to encourage him to do the same to his old friends. So as a dutiful High Class Prostitute and Wife for her beloved Pimp and Husband, Fleur lost no time in sucking her lover’s cock back to hardness, savouring the taste of Luna’s pussy juices on it. Once done, he grabbed the most submissive among his five Whores, Apolline, and after using magic to prepare her, he lost no time in claiming her backside once she was ass up and face down on the grass.

Apolline lost no time screaming in both shock and sheer pleasure. It wasn’t often that her Master felt the need to take her up the ass, but she loved it all the same. The way he was rutting inside her, with one hand holding her head gently but firmly to the ground and the other pinching her fat nipples, since most of her big breasts were mushed against the ground, meant that he wanted to reaffirm his sole ownership over her body. Silly man, she had been entirely his ever since the first time she started calling herself his Second Fuck-toy in the heat of the moment, ever since the first time she started to shout her rapture in three different languages when he was using her naked body for his pleasure, ever since the first time she sucked his cock back to life after he creampied Fleur in front of her, ever since the first time she gleefully accepted his money in exchange for her sexual favours and declared it for Tax return, marking herself forever more as a Prostitute. Yet, she had left behind her former profession when she had become engaged to Alain. But she had gleefully jumped back into that kind of life for Harry. 

Because nowadays in Magical France, it didn’t matter if you no longer worked the Sex Trade or even had been working at an entirely different job for years. The fact that you worked in that domain at all for at least six months straight was now worth special recognition. It was an indelible mark of valor on your public file in the Ministry of Magic. That mark would stay with you until the day you died. The current administration felt that the Sex Trade workers should be admired, lauded even, for their service to the Nation as a whole. Thus once you have declared yourself as such, it will never be forgotten. But Apolline had little care about that. So long as her Owner kept using her without a condom so he could cum deep inside her, be it in her mouth, in her cunt or in her ass, Harry’s Second Whore would be happy. Her second husband was such a stud! Her dear Alain had never managed to tire her to the point of making her beg him to stop ploughing her pussy!

The hours were passing like a blur like it usually tended to do when you were having fun. After cumming deep inside Apolline’s bubbly ass, Harry claimed them all one after the other, again and again and again. Their orgy had eventually moved to the jacuzzi at some point and was still going strong, Harry was currently using Gabrielle’s and Fleur’s bodies to try to satisfy his unending lust while Apolline was now busy playing with Luna and Hermione. The young man sat on one of the jacuzzi’s seats with the chosen Whore of the moment on his lap being touroughly fucked while the other was waiting for her turn, playing with her body for their «Owner’s» viewing pleasure. When he wasn’t too busy ploughing a Fuck-toy’s pussy, Harry loved watching one put on a show for his viewing pleasure. Fleur was really getting put through her paces and she absolutely loved it. 

Normally, Harry was more delicate when he was making use of his wife’s body since she wasn't a fan of too much hardcore stuff. Usually, he was keeping those kinds of things for when he was making use of Gabrielle, who didn’t really like romantic things outside of some hand holding, cuddling and kissing. In her own words, she was a Prostitute, not a Courtesan. Less talking, more fucking… Hooker Gabby might change her tune when she would be a bit older though. But today, Fleur was in the mood for rougher sex than usual and since her hubby was using her rigorously, she was very vocal in expressing her pleasure

«Oui! Oui! Oui! Oui! Oui! OH FUCK YEEEES! Encore! Plus! Baise-moi! Baise-moi! Plough the tight cunt of your favourite Fuck-toy harder! Faster! I need it so badly! It’s so good, it’s so damn good! I live for being used like that! J’aime trop être ta toute première putain, mon mari adoré!»

Harry’s hands were on her hips, helping her move on her lap through the water while his mouth was busy devouring her magnificent and perky breasts. Then after a much harder thrust than usual, which made Fleur squeal loudly and triggering an orgasm, he removed her unceremoniously from his lap, letting her float in the bubbling hot water before grabbing none too gently Gabrielle and losing no time sheathing himself to the hilt in her sex. Uncaring about her yowls of surprised pleasure, Harry went from idle to full throttle in a few seconds. His hands seizing her wobbling tits, kneading them almost painfully, before ordering in a growling voice

«Tell me, Third Whore, whose tits are they? To whom is the cunt I’m currently ploughing belong to? And the mouth I like to rough fuck? And the tight ass I like to take just to hear you wail out loud?»

Gabrielle managed to marshal back some lucidity and intelligence between her cries of rapture and answered feverishly, loving how hard his hands were now kneading her bosom

«Yours! They are all yours! My tits, my mouth, my ass and my cunt belong to you and you alone, Master! No other man than you will ever have me! No other woman than my fellow Whores will ever touch me!»

Harry’s grip on Gabrielle’s oh so sensitive breasts had become somewhat softer after hearing her answer, even if he didn’t free them for all that. They were much too nice to leave alone for long. He smiled at her answer and crooned with tenderness in her left ear

«Good God! You’re such a fantastic whore to fuck, my Naughty Angel! I really trained you well. It’s official, the second you’ve graduated from Beauxbatons, I’m hiring you as my personal, full-time, High Class Prostitute. I'll make use of your fantastic body made for sin, day and night, seven days a week! And you know what? Working full time means your paychecks will get bigger too. Not that you will have much free time to spend said paychecks since you'll be totally naked, on your knees, on your back or on your belly most of the time. But still, It’s the thought that counts, no?»

After her brains caught up with what her Owner just told her, Gabrielle could only add some truly joyful tones to her shouts of rapture. That’s exactly what she wanted! To prostitute herself continuously for her brother-in-law's benefit, even at the detriment of her social life! She needed to have her pussy ploughed all the time anyway. Harry’s youngest Fuck-toy knew that it was just one more step towards her long term goal of getting him to breed her like he did to her older sister and her mother. She was patient, she was more than ready to play the long game to get what she wanted. In the meantime, she would continue to diligently whore herself out to him every time he desired her, all the while taking religiously her birth control potion. 

She loved receiving pipping hot creampies way too much to go back to being fucked with condoms, so she would never break his faith in her by becoming pregnant on purpose too soon. If her Pimp wanted her to be at least twenty years old before knocking her up, Gabby would wait just like the well trained High Class Prostitute that she now was. And it wasn’t like she would be celibate between today and that future event. Her lover couldn’t keep his hands off her more than a few days at a time after all. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to keep begging him to breed her though. Just in case he changed his mind… 

Harry kept using his Third Fuck-toy for a good while longer before he hilted himself into her and filled her tight whorish cunt with another load of his boiling cum, making her scream loudly in sheer and sudden ecstasy. After uncaringly removing her from his lap and letting her float away in the water still in the throes of her latest orgasm after squeezing her beautiful breasts one last time, trusting into the spells weaved into the Jacuzzi that would prevent her from drowning, he took a look at what his other playthings were doing. Fleur and Luna were having great fun together in one corner and in another one, Hermione was busy greedily gobbling the load of cum he had deposited a bit earlier deep inside Apolline’s pussy. His Second Whore was moaning loudly and shamelessly in pleasure like a bitch in heat, (which she kind of was. In heat though, not a bitch. His oldest Fuck-toy was a real sweetheart.) with one hand kneading her own sizable tits and caressing his Fourth Slut’s hair with another.

Harry was sometimes still surprised on how fast his various Prostitutes took to acts of lesbian sex. Among his five Fuck-toys, only his Second one had more experience on the subject than simple kisses and curious gropes before becoming his. Apolline had been a very famous and sought after Prostitute in her family’s Brothel when she was younger and unmarried after all, so of course she had picked a lot of various experiences. Sadly there were no photos or videos of her youthful exploits for their family to watch, since those things were and are still forbidden on the Delacour Brothel’s premises. Now that she was his and his alone, Apolline used her hard-earned experience to teach very interesting things to her fellow Whores. Hermione had always been such an eager student… That the topic of study was lesbian sex was no excuse to not give it her all. She simply had to become an even better Slut for her Pimp! 

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The day after their very intense special Whoring Session, we find Harry’s unusual family taking a Girls’ day out. Apolline’s hard earned wisdom had won the day. It actually was common sense for any worker to keep the tools they use for their jobs in tip top shape. The very same concept applied to them. As Prostitutes, their work tools were in fact their very own bodies. So they needed to take good care of themselves, if only to keep their sexual performances at peak efficiency. It really wouldn't do to give Harry anything less than their absolute best after all. He simply had to get all of his money’s worth from their nubile bodies. So they started things up with some Yoga to stretch out their abused muscles and to keep themselves limber, then it was followed by a good and relaxing bubble bath in the massive master bathroom after working up a good sweat. 

Gabrielle had to be restrained in a powerful body bind and levitated along the way in order to keep her from running away to look for their Pimp for her usual week-end morning shag though. While Harry had called away Hermione and Luna from their jobs so he could fuck them senseless, he had waited until Friday afternoon to make sure his Naughty Angel wouldn’t miss school. (She only had half days on Friday, so she usually spent her afternoons stark naked, bent over something and earning her pay by gleefully prostituting herself out to her owner… ) Their Master had said it quite a few times. He refused to have sex with dull, unintelligent and uneducated women. For Harry, the brains of his women were as fascinating as their naked swaying breasts.

Hence why his youngest Whore’s studies were very important and not to be compromised. Once she had graduated, Gabrielle would be free to think with her vagina as much as she wanted, but not one moment before. Once done with their bath, they went into the city itself for a manicure, a pedicure and massages. Harry could have given them massages with no problem, but it would have led right back to sex since he simply couldn’t keep his hands from their breasts. It wasn’t what they needed right now even if it always felt great. Intercourse would assuredly come once they would be back from their outing, but not one moment before. 

The girls had taken the car since they were in the Mundane World and they lived a bit far away from downtown to go to their destination on foot. Among Harry’s original three Fuck-toys, Apolline was the only one who knew how to drive a car. In fact, one of her early dates with Harry after she started to sleep with him had ended with them naked and having some fun in the backseat somewhere in a deserted back alley. Even back then, Harry was already possessive of her body. Both Fleur and Gabrielle owned bicycles and were able to ride it safely, but it wasn’t the same as a car. And while Hermione also knew how and had a valid licence, Harry’s Second Prostitute knew the city of Toulouse the best, so she was the designated driver for the trip.

They made good time on the road, since the circulation was fluid, even if Apolline had to bark at Gabrielle, who was sitting in the back seat, to stop complaining about not having sucked Harry’s cock yet. None of them had any kind of fun since late last night when the last load of cum was deposited on their heaving breasts and it would stay that way until it was time to go home. Then and only then would Harry chose which of his five Whores he was going to fuck first. Because of course, he was going to use them all one after the other. He was almost insatiable and they wouldn't have it any other way. 

In fact, if she had her way, Apolline would ask her «Pimp» for another special Prostitution session when they got back that included the banquet table of the formal Dining Hall. Staining that priceless antique with their fluids once again would be quite satisfying. A big nice middle finger to all those stuffy and prudish ancestors. Apolline Delacour was Harry Potter’s Official Mistress, the Second of his five Whores, and more importantly, the mother of one of his unborn children; and she was damn proud of those facts. 

It really was quite a change of pace to be able to put some clothes on and go outside the Manor’s grounds. Fleur had even joked that she had nearly forgotten how to put on a bra! The girls would never grow tired of being used for their Master’s pleasure, they had willingly and consciously chosen to lead the life of a privately hired prostitute after all, but some change of scenery every once and now was nice. And they would be able to finally spend some of the money they had earned while being on their backs, bellies and knees for so long. Better take every little advantage from their outing that they could, because their «owner» would be utterly ravenous when they would come back home. They might not get another chance to wear clothes for a few more days…

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The moment the girls came back from their trip to the city and were firmly behind the manor’s magical protections, Harry lost no time in grabbing and stripping Fleur entirely naked. Knowing that her husband wanted, no needed to fuck her very badly, she didn’t even put a token protest when he threw their clothes all over the place. Fleur Potter was a dutiful High class Fuck-toy; she was always ready and willing to be used by her beloved Pimp. She was just a few Prostitution sessions shy from the very coveted rank of Ultimate class Whore, so of course she wasn’t going to deny any of her husband’s desires for her made for sin body! So here she was, being taken on all four in the middle of their bed and absolutely loving it if you could trust her cries of rapture echoing through the doors and walls. Harry had closed the bedroom door behind them (but hadn’t silenced them), indicating to his other playthings that he wanted to be left alone with his slutty wife. While most of the others were understanding of their need for some alone time, Gabrielle was clearly pouting at being left out. 

She had been hoping to be the first to be used by their Pimp after not having any since last night, but it was not to be. Her Master was currently having his way with his favourite Whore and if she wanted to have her cunt ploughed today, have her naked tits squeezed with passion and get at least a few creampies, Hooker Gabby needed to obey the rules of their arrangement and not bother them until the bedroom door opened. Then she would pounce. She had needs dammit!

Back to Fleur and Harry, she had a hard time thinking about anything other than the pleasure coursing through her very being and the strong hands of the love of her life taking anything he wanted from her more than willing body. Fleur absolutely loved being fucked by her husband. She had had a few partners before Harry came back into her life, but none had ever made her see stars, nay, entire galaxies, like that! Likely wanting to see her big tits shake some more, Harry gently yanked Fleur’s arms back using them as leverage as he slammed his hard cock repeatedly into her wet pussy. If she hadn’t already been pregnant, she sure would be now with the sheer amount of cum he shot inside her over the last few days, since all traces of the birth control potion was gone from her system. Absolutely loving this, Fleur became even more vocal than usual.

«OUI! OUI! OUI! OUI! YES! FUCK! FUCK ME! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK YES! Baise ma putain de chatte, plus vite! Plus fort! Prends-moi comme une salope! Tu me baises tellement bien, mon chéri! I love being your favourite whore so damn much, my Master!»

Harry groaned his pleasure out loud and answered her without stopping fucking her slick cunt

«I love having you as my First Whore, my beloved Fleur! You have such a fantastic body! And to think that you are now pregnant with my heir! Ugh, it’s enough to make me want to knock you up all over again! I need your tight cunt, your cock-sucking mouth and your big, beautiful tits so damn much right now!»

Outside of their bedroom banter, Harry was head over heels in love with Fleur. He cared more about what was on the inside than on the outside. Physical beauty wouldn’t last forever, but beauty of the soul? That was all but eternal. The newlyweds kept fornicating for hours, until they collapsed in sheer exhaustion. They never had a ceremony, too busy enjoying their decadent lifestyle to care. They had just recently filled the mundane paperwork to make it legal…

XxX  

The next morning at breakfast, Harry broke the news to his fourth and fifth Fuck-toys about what he had decided about their future. While Luna took the news about her shifting careers with aplombs, Hermione was not so accepting. Only Harry’s flinty gaze fully focused towards her person kept her from ranting out loud. Between the sounds of Gabrielle enthusiastically sucking him off under the table, Harry told his best friend with a tone of voice that brooked no argument.

«You were told in explicit detail what would happen if you were to join us, Hermione. I never forced you to jump in bed with me. In fact, you were quite eager to let me have my way with you as I recall. I’m no longer the little boy you could nag into your way of thinking. I’m a grown man now and the head of my family. Outside of my Ship, the Delacour Manor or Fleur and I’s flat in Argelès-sur-Mer, you’re an independent, adult and hard working woman, with all the responsibilities and privileges that come with adulthood. But not here. In here, in this manor, you are a Whore, Hermione. My Whore, just like all the others. I will never share any of you with anybody else. If our current arrangement is no longer fine with you, feel free to go back to Great Britain, I have no right to stop you. But if you leave now, I want you to know that I will never fuck you again.»

As much as she wished to protest about being a prostitute, Hermione realistically couldn’t. She had traded her own sexual favors for money countless times to Harry and she even had the legit bank account in Gringotts Paris to prove how much she had both enjoyed and profited from it. Heck, she had ditched work to travel to France via the Vanishing Cabinets so she could have an orgy that lasted a few days. The paycheck for that would likely be very generous! What was peeving her was the fact that her lover had decided that she was quitting her current job so she could stay with him to keep tending to his carnal needs without asking for her input first. Had he put her in front of a done deal, she would have been much more upset than she currently was. But he was leaving the choice in her hands, so she guessed she should calm down and think more rationally. That is until Harry did something ridiculous once again. The strangest thing about that ridiculous action was that it diffused all tensions and put everything back to right.

«Fleur my love, what are you?»

Harry asked his wife in an inquiring tone of voice.

«I’m a whore, mon chéri.»

Was her quick answer to his question, with a fond tone of voice on top of it. 

One by one, Harry asked the same question to his other lovers in order of acquisition and every last one of them answered the same. Gabrielle had to remove his cock from her mouth to answer first, but still, she also declared herself a whore. Then Harry’s smoldering eyes landed on his best friend turned lover, silent but expecting all the same. 

Hermione bit her lips anxiously, knowing what he wanted to hear, but she was conflicted between her principles and her desires. In the end, her desires won, so she answered

«I’m a whore, Harry.»

Satisfied, their Pimp said

«Gabbi, get up on the table as soon as you’re naked. I’m going to eat your cunt. ‘Mione, Fleur, Apolline and Luna, I also want you all naked. My fourth Fuck-toy will take the place of my Naughty Angel since I now want her lips around my cock. We’re having a full scale Whoring session.»

Hermione could help the low moan of pleasure escaping her lips at being commanded like that. Their Harry was so sexy when he was so dominating! The girls lost no time in obeying their «Owner’s» commands. It will be another exciting day in their lives as Harry Potter’s five Fuck-toys.