A Strange New World

Chapter 7

“Do you think she talked to him, or do you think she chickened out?” Ginny asked as she and Hermione neared Fleur’s front door. It was early the following day, and they were eager to find out what had transpired after they left.

“I hope she talked to him, but I guess we’ll find out,” Hermione said as they reached the door. She didn’t bother knocking, instead going straight in. Ginny followed behind her. Neither Fleur nor Harry were in the living room, and they didn’t hear anything in the kitchen. “Let’s try upstairs,” Hermione suggested. Ginny nodded in agreement, and the two girls climbed the stairs. They didn’t hear anything inside Fleur’s room either.

“Where are they?” Ginny asked in confusion. Hermione shrugged and opened the bedroom door just to check. She was about to call out Fleur’s name when she stopped. The smell of sex hit her full in the face, and the source was easy to spot. In the middle of Fleur’s big bed, Harry had Fleur’s body folded in a way that made Hermione’s pussy tingle in anticipation. Fleur’s knees were pinned to the sides of her shoulders, and her feet were touching the headboard above her head. Harry was keeping her pinned by pressing down on the backs of her knees while furiously thrusting into her upturned pussy. Hermione’s mouth fell open at the sight. She looked at Ginny, who was staring at the rutting couple in shock.

From their position, they could clearly see the penetration, though sometimes it was difficult because of Harry’s massive balls slapping against Fleur’s shiny, wet asshole. Fleur was dripping wet. That much was obvious. Copious amounts of juice leaked from Fleur’s fucked pussy. It leaked from around Harry’s insanely thick cock and dribbled down to her asshole before dripping onto the bed beneath them. They must have been going at it for a while because there was a large wet patch right below her ass.

Hermione had never seen Fleur’s body in this way. Sure, she had seen her naked a handful of times, but it wasn’t like Fleur had spread her legs and showed off her slit. This was Hermione’s first look at it. Her initial thought was that it was way too tight to take Harry’s massive schlong. Fleur’s pussy lips seemed to be stretched to their limit. When Harry pulled back, her inner lips clung to his cock so tightly that they stretched away from her body, scraping the length of his veiny rod. When he pushed forward, the wet squelch she produced was both embarrassing and arousing to hear. White cream was smeared all around Fleur’s pussy, and Hermione thought that Harry had finished inside of her. However, on closer inspection, she discovered that it was Fleur’s pussy that was creaming. Harry’s monstrous cock speared into her again, creating a perverse suction sound as Fleur’s stretched inner lips were pushed back in. Harry’s sack slapped against Fleur’s tiny hole like a wrecking ball striking the side of a building. When Harry pulled back, Hermione saw that his shaft was smeared with Fleur’s cream. She couldn’t stop her body from reacting to the erotic sight. Hermione’s pussy was tingling, and she could feel her nipples hardening and pressing against the inside of her silky bra. She pressed her thighs together and squirmed. The last thing she needed was to go to work with wet panties.

“Eet eez ‘appening again!” Fleur shouted in a thick French accent. In response, Harry grunted and fucked her harder.

His balls were loudly slapping against her puckering hole while Fleur’s fluids began squirting from around his cock. Ginny grabbed her forearm tightly, and when Hermione turned to look at her, the redhead watched on with an open mouth and wide, disbelieving eyes.

“Holy shit, Fleur!” Harry grunted as he plowed into the quivering Veela. “You can’t go five minutes without cumming.” Fleur squealed loudly, and her body bucked. Her squirts turned into sprays, and Ginny accidentally got hit in the face with a few drops. Ginny let out a high-pitched squeak and jumped. Harry looked over his shoulder, surprised to see them. Hermione’s face turned bright red, and her cheeks began to heat up. Ginny looked equally embarrassed as she wiped Fleur’s pussy juice from her forehead and cheeks.

“Keep going, ‘Arry,” Fleur mewled while grinding herself on him. “I want you to finish inside of me.”

“Umm … We have guests, Fleur,” Harry stated. Fleur poked her head around the side of him and squeaked in embarrassment.

“ ‘Ermione!” Fleur gasped and squirmed off his cock. She rolled onto her side and sat up on her knees. Fleur obviously wasn’t shy about being nude around them. She didn’t cover up her perky breasts and stiff nipples, nor did she cover her freshly-fucked pussy. In fact, she looked proud of herself.

“Uhh … Hey, Fleur,” Hermione said weakly, waving her hand. “I take it you talked to him?” Fleur huffed and fluffed her messy hair. Harry got off the bed and stood up. His cock was still rock-hard and glistening with Fleur’s juices. Hermione couldn’t help but look at it. Her mouth suddenly went dry.

Hermione hadn’t seen many penises in her life. In fact, she had only seen one in real life, and it belonged to her now-deceased husband. She had seen others in medical books before, but none she saw compared to what was sticking out from between Harry’s legs. It was monstrous … almost beastial. It looked as long and thick as her forearm with a fat, bell-shaped helmet that would likely split her in half. His balls were just as large. They hung low and were bloated with cum. Harry was completely hairless down there, which aroused her more than it should. The fact that there was nothing to hide him thrilled her. Hermione’s fingertips began to tingle.

“Yes, she spoke to me about the arrangement you girls are after,” Harry said, not caring that his cock was pointed directly at her.

“So … what do you think?” Hermione asked nervously. Her eyes kept darting back and forth from his eyes to his cock. She didn’t know what to look at.

“Is it really what you girls want?” he asked as Fleur crept up behind him. She wrapped her arms around his muscled stomach. She ran her hands up and down it, feeling every muscle. Hermione wanted to try that for herself.

“YES!” Ginny chirped loudly. Everyone looked at her, and she blushed red from embarrassment and looked away from his erection. “I mean, yes, we would,” she repeated, sounding a bit more civilized this time.

“Remember, I have a duty to help repopulate our magical society. Are you okay with that?” he asked them, wanting to be certain that they understood the gravity of the situation.

“We’ve discussed it,” Hermione said after clearing her throat. “While I don’t like the Ministry using you as a breeding stud, we understand the importance of it … just as long as you always put us first,” she added that last part a little quieter than the rest.

“Hermione … whether we’re together or not, I’ll always put you girls first. You should know that,” Harry told her, sounding as genuine as she had ever heard him. Hermione’s cheeks burned, and her heart thumped heavily in her chest.

“Of course, we know that, ‘Arry,” Fleur said from behind him. She hugged him tightly. “Right?” she asked the other girls. They nodded as well.

“Well … If you’re all okay with it, then I guess I am too,” he said, giving them a small smile in return.

Hermione squirmed in place, unsure what to say next. “So … What should we do?” she asked lamely.

“I suppose the first step is to talk about it. Do I go from house to house, visiting each one of you? Are you going to decide which night belongs to whom? How is it going to work?” Harry asked them while Fleur went back to stroking his skin. Her fingers were getting dangerously close to his cock. “Keep in mind that whatever you girls decide is fine by me.”

“We’ve already discussed this,” Ginny joined in. “Hermione and Fleur are both going to keep their houses, but we think it’s best if we all move into the Burrow together. The house has plenty of space, though we’ve decided to all share a room. Is that alright?” she asked him.

“You all want to share a room?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. The girls nodded. “So, you’re okay with us doing … stuff … together?” he asked, not wanting to sound too crude.

“We’ve talked about this as well,” Hermione told him. She was sure her face was beet-red. “We think it’s the best way to keep everything equal between us. We’re not opposed to doing ‘stuff’ together.”

“But is your mum okay with it?” Harry asked Ginny. “All of it, I mean. All of us together in a single bed, the sudden influx into her home, and what about Apolline and Gabrielle? Are they staying here or going back to France?” Harry had a million questions.

“We ‘ave not talked to Maman about the moving yet,” Fleur told him, kissing his shoulder while her fingertips brushed against his erection. “We wanted to cement our relationship and the plan to move to the Burrow before speaking to ‘er about it. I’ll talk to ‘er and figure out what she wants to do,” she explained.

“And as for mum … She’ll be over the moon at having so many new people in the house. She doesn’t ever mention it, but I can tell she really misses having a full house. And remember, this whole foursome thing was her idea,” Ginny reminded him.

“If everyone is okay with it, then I am too. It will be nice to be back at the Burrow,” Harry said, and Fleur’s hand wrapped around his length. She slowly began working it with long, deep strokes. Ginny couldn’t stop staring. Even Hermione’s eyes were trained on the spectacle.

“Can I touch it?” Ginny suddenly asked. Fleur giggled.

“It is big enough for all three of our ‘ands,” she jokingly said. Hermione cleared her throat.

“Ginny, we don’t have time for that now. If we don’t leave soon, we’ll be late for work,” she said, even though she continuously took peaks at his manhood. Ginny, however, had already acted. Her hand shakily reached out, and her fingers brushed his length.

“It’s so soft and warm,” she said, her voice hitching. Her hand joined Fleur’s, and together, they jerked and tugged on his cock.

“Don’t you want to touch it?” Harry teased Hermione. Hermione blushed deeply, looking ashamed at how much she wanted to.

“Fine. One quick touch, and then we need to go to work,” she said, stepping closer to Harry. Hermione squeaked in surprise when Harry grabbed her ass and pulled her closer. She looked up at him, blushing madly while he groped her ass through her skirt. Her covered breasts were pressed right against his arm. She averted her eyes and looked down at it. She nervously added her hand to the mix, and Harry found himself on the receiving end of a triple handjob. Harry moved his other hand to Ginny’s ass, and he greedily groped it as well. It seemed Ginny couldn’t take the sudden level of sexuality going on. She tilted her head up and quickly claimed his lips. Harry didn’t stop her. Her mouth opened, inviting him in. Ginny moaned into his mouth while his fingers dug into the crack of her ass. Harry then broke the kiss and turned to Hermione. Before she could react, his lips were on hers, and she found herself eagerly kissing him back. Fleur was kissing his shoulder while her free hand slipped between his legs from behind. She cupped his balls and massaged them, causing him to pull away from Hermione’s lips.

“I’m getting close,” Harry breathlessly stated. Ginny and Hermione edged their bodies away from him, not wanting to get any of his load on their work clothes. Still, their hands began working him even faster. Harry squeezed their asses tightly and grunted. Hermione gasped as huge ropes of cum blasted from the tip and streaked across the room. Another and another joined the first, and before long, Fleur’s bedroom floor had a criss-cross of cum lines painted on it. “Whew!” Harry exhaled. “That was brilliant.”

Hermione reluctantly removed her hand and blushed. Ginny, however, was still lovingly caressing his length. “So … Are we going to stay together tonight or …?” Hermione began to ask.

“We can all stay ‘ere until we get everything set up,” Fleur offered. Her hands were still on his cock and balls, and it didn’t look like she was going to remove them any time soon. Hermione nodded.

“Then we’ll come back here after work. Ginny, we should … Ginny!” Hermione called out. Ginny was still tugging on his cock, and it appeared she was a second away from dropping to her knees to suck him off. Harry chuckled when she looked at Hermione, slightly embarrassed by her horny behavior.

“Sorry. Yeah, we better go, or I’ll get chewed out for being late again. We’ll see you later, okay?” she said to Harry. When he nodded, Ginny took the opportunity to kiss him one last time. The two girls left Harry and Fleur alone. Fleur let go of him and crawled onto the bed.

“Now that we are alone, would you like to finish what you started?” Fleur asked teasingly. Her knees were spread apart, and her ass was high in the air. She wiggled it from side to side and even reached between her legs. Harry watched as she stroked her wet slit. When she used two fingers to spread her lips open, Harry gave in and jumped onto the bed. Fleur happily squealed when he plunged into her deeply and began fucking her just as hard as before.

A Strange New World

Harry and Fleur spent several more hours in bed until her pussy became too sore to go on. Thankfully for her, Apolline and Gabrielle returned around that time. Harry let them talk about their upcoming plans while he went out and ran some errands. When he returned, he found Apolline sitting outside reading a book. She smiled at him when he came walking up the path.

“I ‘ear congratulations are in order,” she smirked. Harry smiled and shook his head amusedly.

“Yes, they finally got the courage to talk to me about it,” he told her while she put her book down and stood up. As customary, she threaded her arm through his and led him on a walk down the bluffs. “Has Fleur spoken with you about their plans to move into the Burrow?” Harry asked her.

“She did. I talked it over with Molly, and I am ‘appy to say she is very pleased with the outcome,” Apolline told him. The wind blew her silvery golden hair, causing it to fan out behind her.

“And you and Gabrielle?” Harry asked. She looked at him and smiled.

“We will move in as well. There is no point in the two of us being alone,” she explained.

“Really?” Harry asked, a bit surprised. He didn’t even think about the possibility of the other two Delacours joining them at the Burrow.

“Yes … unless, of course, you don’t want us there,” she teased. Harry chuckled and shook his head. He stopped them at a particularly scenic portion of the cliff and faced her. The wind wasn’t overly strong, but it was strong enough to blow the skirt of her dress around, showing off her smooth, porcelain thighs.

“I dunno,” Harry teased back and pulled her close. He spun her around so that her ass was pressed against his groin. Apolline purred as she rubbed her ass against his erection. “I suppose I could be convinced to allow it,” he joked. His hand slid up the bottom of her dress and down the inside of her panties. His fingers brushed over her smooth, silky mound and found her core. Her pussy was radiating heat, and when he rubbed his fingers between her taut lips, he found them slightly damp. He ran his fingers along the length of her slit, making Apolline pur.

“We should not be doing this,” Apolline gasped when he massaged her clit. “You are a taken man now.”

“The girls know what I have to do. I made that clear when we talked. It shouldn’t come as a surprise to them. You’re a beautiful, healthy woman with a fertile womb. You’ll be expected to carry my child,” he bluntly stated as one of his fingers penetrated her. Apolline shuddered, and her inner walls squeezed the invading digit. Her body had a mind of its own. Her hips were wiggling around, and she was grinding her pussy against his hand without her even realizing she was doing it.

Harry slipped another finger in and curled them. He noticed she suddenly got very, very wet. He smirked as her ass rubbed against his erection. “Did that turn you on?” he asked her, flicking his thumb over her clit and making her moan. “The idea of me getting you pregnant?”

“Yes,” she moaned in a breathy voice while her pussy squeezed his fingers.

“Then maybe we should start practicing,” he smiled and pulled his fingers from her panties. He turned her around and wrapped his arms around her waist. He then apparated her to Hermione’s house. “Inside,” he said and gave her ass a smack when she opened the door.

Apolline walked to Harry’s room while he unapologetically groped her ass from behind. She wasn’t used to being treated like this by men, but she found herself enjoying it. When the bedroom door closed behind them, Apolline kicked off her shoes while Harry pulled the straps of her dress down over her pale shoulders. He tugged her dress down her body and over her wide hips. When it pooled around her ankles, she stepped out of it and crawled onto the bed, wearing only a pair of damp panties. Harry grabbed her hips and stopped her in her tracks. She looked over her shoulder and saw him staring at her mostly exposed ass. The tiny thong she wore barely covered anything. She waited impatiently as Harry stripped down. His cock was hard and pointed straight at her ass. Harry grabbed her panties at her hips and pulled them down her thighs. Apolline helped him get them over her knees, and he pulled them from her feet. Harry ran his hands up the backs of her calves while staring at her wet pussy. In his opinion, her pussy looked absolutely perfect. Her two plump lips were perfectly smooth and pressed together tightly. There was only a tiny spot where her light pink inner lips poked out between them. Her womanly scent made his head spin and his cock throb with need.

“It’s amazing how graceful Veelas age,” Harry said while moving his hands up the backs of her thighs. When they were on her ass, he spread her cheeks apart with his thumbs, exposing everything she had to offer. “You have the body of a twenty-year-old.”

Apolline blushed, but she was pleased. She obviously wanted to be seen as attractive to him. She knew that she was beautiful despite her advancing age, but it was still nice to hear him say it. Harry then surprised her by burying his face between her cheeks. Apolline squealed as he began sucking on her pussy while the tip of his nose tickled her asshole. She pressed her face against the bed and gripped the sheets tightly as his tongue wiggled up and down along the length of her slit. The sounds of his licking and slurping were growing more perverse, and it was all due to her pussy getting wetter by the second. She wiggled her ass on his face, trying to get her clit to his mouth. Harry’s muffled chuckle made her blush with embarrassment, but she was rewarded with his mouth latching onto her swollen bead. Apolline moaned into the bed as he massaged it with his tongue. Harry’s hands were caressing the curves of her sides and hips, which she found very intimate. That, along with his tongue on her clit made her immediately cum.

A surprised squeal left her lips. The orgasm had come so fast that she wasn’t expecting it. Her ass bucked, smearing her juices on his face. Harry didn’t seem to mind. He lightly bit down on her ass cheek and then gave it a hard smack. He then rolled her onto her back and settled between her legs. Her legs immediately wrapped around his waist as he sank in. Apolline loved the sensation of being penetrated while she was cumming. The spikes of intense pleasure made her cum even harder. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as Harry leaned in for a kiss. Apolline happily opened her mouth and let him in. She moaned into his mouth as he slowly began thrusting into her. She could already feel her insides fluttering around him, trying to get him to cum.

The next few hours were spent cumming on his cock, and she was certain that if he hadn’t taken his Ministry-provided potion, she would have likely ended up pregnant. ‘I must talk to Fleur about it first,’ she told herself despite wanting him to immediately put a baby in her. She was a patient woman and could wait for the right time. In the meantime, she had no problem spreading her legs so he could practice for the day when it finally happened.