Hogwarts starts at 15 at this AU. So, all the characters will be 18+. I don't own HP.
Harry Potter wished he had not taken the French language as his second choice in middle school. At least he would have been spared the knowledge of his upcoming doom.
The youngest of the four women, a girl barely in her teens, seemed adamant to treat him as her pet, stroking his feathers and bushy tail non-stop.
Like some common horse…
Shaking his bird-head vigorously, he tried his hardest to free himself from the magical rope that had coiled around his neck like a noose, getting tighter with his every movement, drawing the attention of the stoic beauty standing furthest from him.
"Maman, why are you keeping the beast tied?" The agitated blond woman with the earlier pyrotechnics turned towards her companion, breathing still hitched. "It was certainly trying to defend your granddaughters."
Harry's struggling stopped at the blonde's proclamation.
Maman? Granddaughters?
They look like a few years apart at best!
"That's true." The bloodied woman nodded her head, agreeing with her apparent mother, "it saved Gabi and me from those brutes."
The still-silent woman (granny?) kept her vision focused solely on his muscular body, face cycling through a dozen different emotions.
Finally, she opened her mouth, "It's a he."
"Pardon?"
"What?"
Adrastia Lacroix rolled her eyes at her simpleton descendants, thin perfectly shaped eyebrows furrowed, full pillowy lips pressed tightly together.
"It's a male hippogriff. A young one, it seems."
Her face got even more pinched to see the stumped expression on her daughter's and granddaughter's face.
For Meave's sake…
"Even a full herd of hippogriff rarely comprises over two males at a time. The females guard their male counterparts religiously, barely allowing them to wander out of their eyesight." Her voice trailed off in a whisper, "the only heard of Britain live inside Hogwarts."
Adrastia adopted a faraway look; her brilliant mind filtering conjectures at the speed of light.
With the strength of Hogwarts wards, no Hippogriff would be able to sneak out, especially a young stallion, and the only other place a Hippogriff herd could be seen in mainland Europe is the protected sanctuary of Switzerland—the place where her best friend and her younger self sneaked into in the past, as a dare, after completing Beauxbatons.
But she had been aware of the extreme security measures of that place these days so that would mean…
"Well, Gabrielle, it seems your wish is going to be fulfilled." Adrastia's lips curled into a devious smirk, ignoring her youngest granddaughter's jubilant whoops, she turned towards her daughter, whose eyes had been widening steadily in similar comprehension. "It's about time some real male specimen steps foot in your manor, don't you agree?"
"Maman, I…. I'm… not sure…."
With a wave of her wand, Adrastia turned the magical rope into a portkey, whirling her progeny and a stubborn stud in a bumpy ride to France.
Appoline Delacour bit her lip, glancing behind her as she strode along the grassy slope toward her manor's main door. A faint dusting of red spread across her pale cheeks to see her youngest atop the unruly beast's back, face split in a wondrous smile while her mother seemed to be periodically casting stinging hexes at the hippogriff's underbelly, dragging the duo toward their destination.
She could almost see the wheels turning inside her oldest daughter's head, trying to decipher the reason for her grand-mere's ecstatic expression by the hawk-like stare on her pretty face.
Appoline couldn't help but feel disappointed at Fleur's reaction in front of the thugs.
Even a weak veela could ensnare a group of drunks in her allure with nary an effort, but to see her daughter's helpless state — dress torn off and blood oozing from various cuts; boiled her blood in incandescent rage, at the cusp of unleashing her inner animal.
Though she acknowledged the fact that her beloved Fleur had still not come into her veela maturity, still that stressful situation should have unleashed her proper self, not cowering like some helpless damsel.
She, along with her mother, had already snared half a dozen young wizards for their night of entertainment before those masked imbeciles ruined all their hard work, but to see an empty tent upon their return…
Well, she never had seen her mother this eager though.
Appoline blushed to the root of her hair, remembering that infamous story that her mother shared with her a long time ago.
The beautiful Delacour matriarch opened the large main door with a wave of her wand, getting inside with hesitant steps, anticipating her husband's reaction to their unexpected guest.
Though she turned her head at the escalating voices from behind,
"… and make sure that your younger sister is asleep this time, Fleur."
She winced at the barely restrained voice from her mother, disappointment dripping from her every syllable.
"But… But… I want to know what's going on!"
"Well, my dear flower, the going as you just said; is only for adult, mature Veelas; not for helpless little girls."
Fleur reeled back as if physically struck by her grandmother's veiled jab, but before she could find a proper response; a perplexed male voice dragged all the females and a curious beast's attention.
Jean-Luc Delacour swirled a glass of wine, eyes staring vacantly at the dying embers in the ornate fireplace. His restless eyes fell upon the moving picture over the wooden frame, a joyous family of four standing in his family's vineyard — a beautiful teenager dragging a protesting little angel in the frame while a short middle-aged man stood side by side with a tall, impossibly beautiful woman.
His family.
A family that straight out refused his company for the quidditch world cup, saying they want to enjoy the event without the male Delacour's looming presence.
Well, he didn't know the reason behind Fleur's agreement to his wife's unfair demand; but he could accurately guess the reason his wife didn't want his presence at the popular event.
Not that he had stopped loving his wife. He still loves his wife as much as he did the day they married without their respective parent's permission.
His parents were adamantly against a veela daughter-in-law, not wanting the old house of the Delacours to fall from their grace. That time he stupidly thought that was because of their bigotry against part-humans. But now living with his gorgeous wife for over two decades he realized what they were trying to say then.
That no matter how much you love each other, a veela will never be completely yours.
He grimaced as the old proverb floated inside his brain, reminding him that his wife is now probably knee-deep in some unknown male's company.
Doing who knows what?
And the truly beguiling thing was his relationship with his wife was perfectly normal just half a dozen years ago, of fidelity and unconditional love; before that catastrophic (for him) day when his estranged mother-in-law came knocking on their door, wanting reconciliation with her only daughter.
If he knew what would transpire from that reconciliation, he would have shut the door on that horrible woman's face.
And that's how his wife started gradually following her wilful mother's footsteps, slowly drifting away from him, spending night after night in different male's company—following the true veela lifestyle.
He could only curse his pathetic self for repeatedly forgiving her every transgression, even the time he came home to find her participating in a gangbang in their bedroom with a quartet of muscular imposing men.
Chugging down the wine in one go, he was contemplating retiring to his bedroom, when a cacophony of noises from the entrance hall reached his ears.
Jean-Luc hardly dared to believe that his wife might have had a change of heart, coming to his side immediately after the culmination of the world cup final.
But as they say, love can truly make you blind.
And like a blind idiotic fool, the Delacour patriarch jumped to his feet and dashed toward the voices, anticipating a tearful Appoline Delacour apologizing to him for her past transgressions.
The small man of the manor skidded to a halt at the scene in front of his eyes, subtly glaring at the oldest veela in the room for showing her face at his house.
Though his eyes quickly shifted toward the beast she seemed to be dragging by a noose.
Is that a Hippogriff?
His blood pressure started rising rapidly seeing his innocent angel Gabrielle perched on the beast's back, caressing its feathers lovingly.
The short patriarch raised his voice, trying to portray confidence in front of his vulture of a mother-in-law.
"What the hell is going on?" Unknowingly repeating his eldest daughter's earlier query.
Looking toward his blushing wife for the explanation, Jean's face colored slightly hearing the eldest veela's mocking.
Adrastia whirled around hearing her daughter's pathetic husband's voice. A menacing grin formed on her face, and she tut-tutted, voice perfectly respectful.
"Oh! Here comes the man of the house. Would you kindly take this beast to your bedroom for your beautiful mother-in-law?"
Jean Delacour stared at the older woman like she had lost her mind, gasping at the straws to find the reason for dragging a filthy temperamental beast inside any human's living abode.
"But…. but—"
Adrastia ignored the weak stuttering, pointedly looking at her daughter,
"Appoline, be a dear and inform your godmother about the situation, will you? She would be terribly cross with me if we don't invite her for the occasion."
Appoline Delacour's eyes widened, lips parted in an 'O' before she left for the floo call, rushing past her husband like he wasn't even present at the scene.
Now one end tied, the beautiful older veela nodded her head at her glaring granddaughter, who after releasing an angry huff, helped a sleepy Gabi off the beast's back all the while glaring murderously at the gorgeous green eyes of the hippogriff, like it's the worst vermin of the planet.
"Now see here…"
Adrastia cut off her son-in-law's empty bluster, flaring her tightly coiled allure, making the lord of the house gape vacantly.
Pathetic…
"Your bedroom please, Jean." Her allure-laced voice covered the few feet of distance, ringing as the most melodious voice ever heard by any human, making the weak-willed wizard stumble in his eagerness to follow her order.
With a bright smile of anticipation, the gorgeous older veela tried to follow the man before stumbling when the panicked hippogriff dug his hooves and claws into the Persian rug of the entrance hall, shaking his head furiously to dislodge the tightened enchantment around his neck.
"There…there sweetheart, you will feel really good, I promise." Adrastia cooed, fingering a long stick in her hands before pointing it at the massive dangling bits of the hippogriff. "Or we could have you neutered properly. You see, there are only two young females at this manor's stable currently. We couldn't let an unruly young stud among them now, can we?"
The blonde seductress smiled broadly at the sudden stillness of the beast, all of his fighting spirit vanishing like the gust of wind.
"Thought so—"
Adrastia Lacroix strutted toward the grand staircases of the manor, perfectly aware of the location of the master bedroom despite her earlier insinuation. A soft thump, thump behind her quickened her heartbeats slightly.
Soon, I could recreate those glorious days of the past…
The horny Veela blasted the barely closed door of her daughter's bedroom with a bang, a hippogriff trotting behind obediently; amused to see the slight form of Jean Delacour shaking his head vigorously as if dislodging a nest of angry bees around his head.
Before he could master any meager resistance, the apathetic veela quickly conjured a chair out of thin air, binding the suddenly petrified Delacour patriarch to it tightly.
"What's the meaning of this?" Adrastia raised an eyebrow, impressed despite herself to see some semblance of resistance on the face of her son-in-law.
Not enough to give him any more attention though.
Quickly waving the wand over the rope in her hand and chanting in ancient Latin, the yellow color of the rope turned dark brown, signifying the hold of the strengthening enchantment. Now with another figure-eight pattern with her wand at the fag end of the rope, her work with the wand would be finished.
Dragging the sudden apprehensive beast, Adrastia covered the few meters of distance to the huge king-sized bed in the middle of the room before looping the end of the enchanted rope upward so that it would stick to the ceiling with the sticking charm, causing the hippogriff to let out a loud caw at being lifted by his neck, feathers bunching around its neck due to the upward force of the noose, forcing him to stand on its muscular hind leg to avoid asphyxiation.
The only woman in the room let out a musical laugh at the sight of the shuffling beast, front limbs hanging uselessly by his side, all the considerable weight of his muscular body resting on its shaking hind legs.
The prone position had the added advantage of easy access to the soft underbelly and the humongous male organ of the beast which she would be surely partaking in, later in the night.
The clacking sounds of high heels on polished marble dragged the older veela's attention to the bedroom door, eagerly anticipating the arrival of her daughter and her best friend.
Unfortunately, only her daughter entered the bedroom, her face sporting a large frown.
"Appoline?"
"Appoline!"
Appoline Delacour flinched back at the intensity of the male voice, eyes widened into round saucers seeing her husband's bound frame.
"Maman! Why is Jean—"
Rather than listening to her daughter question her authority, Adrastia fired in, surprised not to see her best friend already barreling inside their abode in enthusiasm.
"Where's your godmother?"
"She had to go to ICW headquarters. They said for some urgent business or something." Appoline said, eyes flickering to her husband's helpless state.
"Well, her loss, I guess." Adrastia sighed, knowing that her best friend would kick up a fuss after coming back.
"Leave it."
"What?"
Adrastia rolled her eyes, tired of explaining everything to her daughter.
"Don't put any silencing charm."
Appoline blushed bright red, the scandalous suggestion almost made her question if she should continue with the night.
"Why!" Appoline Delacour whined, not enthusiastic about broadcasting her affairs to her eldest.
"Maybe hearing us would make Fleur take her Veela training far more seriously?"
Appoline Delacour's mortification increased tenfold at the thought of her flower listening to every happening tonight. Not that Fleur was unaware of her dalliances with other men in her husband's absence, but this seemed almost too lewd…
The Delacour matriarch agreed with her mother tentatively, scuttling inside the room at her husband's side, wand flashing in her hand to relieve him of his binds but before she could do that, a vice-like hand gripped her wrist.
"Maman?"
Appoline stared at her mother's resolute eyes, swallowing nervously at the passionate flames burning in the sea-blue eyes, a sure indication of an extremely aroused veela.
"He should have been made to understand his place at a veela's side a long time ago. You have given him too much leeway in your relationship, my dear." Adrastia stared at her morose daughter pointedly. "This is the only way you can save this pathetic marriage that you are so adamant about."
And as always Appoline deferred to her mother's wisdom, leaving a helpless Delacour patriarch to bear the brunt of his mistake of marrying a veela.
Is this the comeuppance for strangling Ron's slutty mother that day?
Harry Potter always knew that he was fate's whipping boy, bearing the brunt of the different moods by getting fucked by the said entity.
Unfortunately, almost hanged like an animal about to be butchered, a noose around his neck and front legs clawing like a beheaded crab, Harry still had trouble deciding if this situation is fate's gift for him for all the crap he had been put through previously or just another ass-whopping for its favorite toy.
Uhh…
That was before his tilted head caught sight of the proceedings in front.
A gift…
The greatest gift…
Two of the most beautiful women he had ever laid his eyes on disrobed in front of his eyes, revealing inch after inch of perfect pale skin. Even his superior eagle eyes couldn't find a single blemish or mole on the vast expense of curvaceous flesh.
Veela thing… Probably.
Though he kind of feel bad for the man sitting perpendicular to him a few feet away, bound tightly in the conjured chair, still his own helpless form hardly left him any option than tackling two veela's every wicked intention head-on.
He didn't want to acknowledge that he probably would have carried on with the man's wife's plan even if he had all of his functioning limbs unrestricted.
Seeing both of the absolutely stacked silvery blonde women sauntering toward him, an electric current of arousal ran through his beastly body, the direct assault from the combined allure of the two veelas taking a serious toll on his mental capacities. Even though he somehow managed to maintain his wit, his body, as usual, ran on animalistic tendencies and desires, his flared red hammer almost reaching halfway to his soft underbelly, red and wild, ready for the attention of the so-called perfect sexual beings.
Appoline Delacour stood beside her mother, not a stitch of clothing covering her drool-worthy body, staring at an animal's aroused cock for the first time in her life. Even though she had acquainted herself with males of different ages, colors, ethnicity, and wizarding prowess, nobody in her past had prepared her for the absolute behemoth that stared right back at her.
The smooth shaft looked a lot different than a human penis, with small red vessels spread across the whole red part, and the head…
The flared head looked almost double the girth of the shaft's forearm-thick middle, certainly not built for a witch's pussy. A disgusting stench from the piss slit reached her nose—a smell that abhorred her human sensibilities, though unfortunately her veela side absolutely loved it.
Is this what maman was talking about?
Slowly, tentatively the Delacour matriarch reached her hand toward the inflamed dick, an encouraging smile from her maman beside her, egged her on.
Shouldering the intense heat, Appoline groped the fleshy rod, a bit weirded out at the odd texture of the shaft. Her other hand joined the act—the Delacour woman could certainly identify the normal hairy sack of the bottom of the beast which then smoothly transitioned into the fleshy red wet organ of the hippogriff.
Her mother hefted the hairy balls of the beast in her hand, the blue veins of her hand flaring in prominence, a clear indication of the immense weight of the seed packets of the beast's.
Her mother suddenly fished out a round silvery ring from somewhere, which broke apart at the tap of her hand which then she placed at the juncture of the shaft and testicles of the beast.
Appoline's eyes widened to see the small cock-ring enlarging and encompassing the massive girth, the enchantments on the ring working overtime to overcompensate for the physiology of a magical beast rather than a wizard.
"There! Now we don't have to fear this young stud finishing early and leaving us dry and high."
Appoline swallowed thickly, the straight, huge equine dong seemed to be jerking angrily at being collared and the restless shuffling of the hogtied hippogriff only made her more uneasy.
Harry squawked at the indignation of being ringed around his dick, mind awash with embarrassment at being treated like an early ejaculating wizard.
He would show that old veela what messing with him looks like.
His eyes crossed in pleasure when a talented tongue lavished attention to his sack, a wet feeling emanating from his coarse testicles—angling his head down, a challenging stare of the oldest veela in the room bore into his green pupils, cheeks inflated like a chipmunk with too many nuts sequestered inside its mouth, futile attempt to take one of the huge testes inside her mouth failing miserably.
Withdrawing her hands from the gentle mauling of the hippogriff's penis, Appoline squatted beside her seemingly busy mother, mouth joining to properly tongue-bath the neglected twin of her mother's fascination.
Jean-Luc Delacour stared at the scene in front of him in despair; her beautiful wife kneeling in front of a filthy animal, worshipping those disgusting-looking hairy balls side by side with her slut of a mother, blue eyes wide like savoring an exquisite vintage wine from their brewery.
Even stationed so far away, his eyes watered at the musky scent assaulting his nose, the continuous small drippings emanating from the flared head of the hippogriff's dick flowing down the unending length due to gravity, gathered inside the two women's open mouth, ruining his desire to ever kiss his wife's cherry-pink lips.
Jean tried to close his eyes in the vain hope of escaping from the nightmare, but the intense wet, loving smacks of female lips only reminded him that he could not evade his masculine pride's dismemberment, tonight.
Adrastia smirked internally, eyes dancing in mirth by the way her daughter had shed her reservations about being intimate with a magical beast, never previously having been at the mercy of a truly aroused, rutting beast.
Putting both of her hands on the thick, burning cockflesh, Adrastia twisted her hands in the opposing directions, smearing the dribbling pre-cum all over the immense length.
By the way, the fidgeting beast thrusted in her hands, the promiscuous veela could identify it had started to lose its sense in fuck-lust.
Bunching her daughter's silky-soft strands in her fist, Adrastia dragged the busty Delacour from her ball-licking, giggling a bit at her petulant whining.
She's already smitten.
Appoline Delacour blinked stupidly, the tugging of her hair brought her out of the lusty trance.
Neven in her dreams, had she ever imagined that playing with two giant testicles could be so maddeningly arousing.
She shakily got up on her feet, feeling a small twinge of regret to see the tearful visage of her bound husband. Her mother's firm push reminded her that there are more important things to worry about than lamenting for your loser husband.
"Don't just stand there, hop onto your bed." Her mother's barking order reached her ears, heart palpitating in fear at the sheer size of the penis that she had to take inside her body; Appoline Delacour moved toward her large marital bed, lying down at the edge so that her upper torso remained on the bed while folding her legs toward her head, both hands holding behind her knees.
Putting a little more force, the married veela folded herself in half, her thick white thighs framing her enormous breasts while her dainty little feet rested beside her head.
The vulnerable position allowed both of her pristine pink holes to rest on the edge of her bed, flushed red in anticipation of a monumental pounding, just a couple of feet away from the now-jerking piece of animal meat.
A loud slap from her mother at the hippogriff's hindquarter rang through her bedroom, causing the angry beast to lurch forward, his massive flared head roughly slapped at her shut tight pussy lips, before sliding upward, parting her perfect tits, lodging between her tight cleavage.
Appoline Delacour gasped at the sight of that enormous fleshy rod resting above her chest, jerking in the same rhythm as her furiously beating heart; her terrified eyes searched for her mother, having serious doubts about her ability to take something like the flushed horse-cock inside her cunt.
The rabid animal started thrusting furiously, not even caring about the wrong destination of its focused attention.
The big-titted mother moaned, the impromptu titjob slathering the beast's thick pre-cum all over her tits and nipples, soaking her whole upper torso in hippogriff essence.
"Maman! I don't think I can—"
Appoline's panicked cries were downed by her mother's even louder shout,
"No daughter of mine will lose to an angry beast cock! Veelas are made to be the ultimate sexual beings. So, shut up and take that whole fucking dick!" Adrastia's ill-timed pep talk didn't get her the desired result, making her grit her teeth at her daughter's cowardice.
Holding the middle of the slippery flesh, Adrastia aligned the monstrous flared head at her daughter's weeping shut-tight petals and then swatted the beast's bum with all her strength.
Morgana's loose cunt! I'm dying!