Fleur Delacour caressed her softly snoring sister's silver hair, a small smile blooming on her exquisite face at the innocent frown that her sister sported.
A small mumbling reached her ears.
Fleur lowered her head, ears almost touching her sister's moving lips.
"Wanna ride him, wanna ride this horsy…"
The elder Delacour sister jerked back, face transitioning into a funny red color at her sister's innocent spewing of sexual innuendo in her dreams.
Slowly getting up from her seat, Fleur Delacour tiptoed out of Gabi's bedroom, closing and silencing the bedroom door on her way.
Fleur's mood rapidly deteriorated as she stood in the dark corridor, the black negligee that she had changed into illuminated by the moonlight that steamed through the sprawling windows.
Her sister's cheerful demeanor diverted the storm of emotion that wanted to engulf the young veela long enough; unfortunately, now in her lone self, the insecurities that she burrowed deep inside her heart reared itself like fermented poison, whispering about her weakness, her inabilities of protecting her most precious Gabrielle.
If not for a filthy beast…
Fleur clenched her fists at the thought that, the beast did more damage to those bastards than the brilliant, powerful Fleur Delacour, leaving a sour taste in her mouth.
What's the point of being the best student, the best duellist if she could not become the best sister?
Her grand-mere's biting truth punctured her heart with their every syllable, leaving a deep lasting invisible wound in her mind.
And what exactly her maman and grand-mere would want with that hippogriff that they had dragged it into the manor instead of the stable?
Well, surely not that….
The Delacour heir felt her ears burning in embarrassment as that particular thought crossed her mind.
Is that why they forced me away?
She was well aware of the things that happen in her parent's bedroom in her papa's absence.
Well, her grand-mere told her that's how a veela is supposed to live. With full freedom to choose a mate without the social construct of monogamous relationships, like in a marriage.
Fleur herself had plenty of lovers through the last couple of years, every male she comes across wants only one thing from her, so she had her pick from them.
But surely her older relatives would not sink to the low of… of… bestiality.
Fleur's ever-curious mind would not remain idle until she got to the bottom of the mystery so she quickly crossed across from her sister's bedroom, and silently tiptoed past a few doors before crossing her parent's bedroom; odd sounds emanating from the inside.
Entering the small guest bedroom just beside them, Fleur quickly dragged a footstool to the adjacent wall and stood on top of it.
Fleur Delacour after seeing various different males coming out of her parent's bedroom regularly had found a way to peek inside their bedroom from this room, through these connected paintings that she had painstakingly created with the help of her Beauxbaton's enchanting professor that works like a two-sided mirror only visible from her side, activated through a particular spell of her making.
Gifting the twin of this painting to her parents and situating it at the head of their king-sized bed was a piece of cake for the cunning veela.
Head buzzing with a low keening voice in nervous anticipation, her eyebrows raised at the indistinct raised voice that she could hear from her position, separated by the thick wall.
Fleur hesitated, the spell to unveil the happenings inside her parent's room at the tip of her tongue, feeling just like the two ladies of the painting Cliff Walk at Pourville by Monet, at the cusp of diving into the deep blue sea, maybe without the hope of ever getting rescued.
Well, time to take that plunge…
Even watching her mother passed around by four ensnared males, all her holes occupied by thick cocks had not shocked her as much as the scenes in front of her.
Her mother's loud shout almost made her tumble out of her stand, Fleur Delacour pressed her face into the now-transparent painting, tongue darting around as if itching to taste something from the next room.
***
Harry Potter, the hippogriff extraordinaire strained his bird-head upward, letting out the most vicious sound that his vocal cord could conjure in this form.
No wonder men lose their minds over veelas.
The boy-who-lived thought that a couple of encounters with his best friend's mother have made him experienced enough that he could withstand sexual stimulation of any kind.
Oh! How wrong he was.
Just the quarter of his veiny monster inside of the ridiculously warm and wet hole of the married veela, almost immediately made him hose down his cum inside her.
Only his iron will and that blasted cock-ring stopped him from becoming a one-thrust wonder.
The only saving grace of his was the open-mouthed ecstatic scream that rose from his partner, his single thrust also alighting her sensitive cunt nerves on fire.
Harry tightened the muscles of his butt, slowly withdrawing his splitting width from the spread-apart pussy lips, the tiny pink clitoris above the veela cunt seemed to have been pushed inside by his thrust, overstimulating the veela milf in the process.
His equine body shuddered; hundreds of small invisible protrusions stimulated every millimeter of his dick inside the veela—the grainy rough texture of the extremely tight pussy so similar yet so different from Molly's experienced cooch.
Finally, with just the flared head of his cock inside the distended veela flower, the aroused beast flexed his supple vertebra, belying his awkward hanging position; his tucked inside wings flared slightly as he thrusted with all his strength, almost half of his bitch-breaking length parting pink flesh of the married veela, creating a visible bulge outside her abdomen.
"Oooohhhh!"
The beast shuffled back on his hind legs and flexed again, bumping into a bony barrier inside the married hole.
"Oh! That's my cervix!"
Appoline screamed to the high heavens, her head lifting from the bed to stare at her abdomen, eyes growing wide in alarm.
"How's that, my dear daughter? Ever been fucked so deep before? Adrastia asked her daughter mockingly, hands still holding onto the hippogriff's balls.
"Non! Never! So good! Ughhhh!" The Delacour matriarch's grip on her thighs loosened a bit, the basic functions of her brain scrambling at the rabid thrusts of the beast.
Without the proper base, Harry's thrust never got powerful enough to pry open the cervix, a fact that Harry's animalistic mind furiously rebelled against. Still, he tried his best to put as much power as he could, the body jarring thrusts jiggled the abundance of female flesh of the horny veela's body.
The huge equine dong became a blur of motions, the already wet organ started dragging a white buttery substance from the veela's cunt, the thick cream spreading all over the beast's red, thick glans.
Adrastia's smile widened, the clear proof of her daughter's enjoyment swelled her chest in pride, cunt lips moistening in the anticipation of her own splitting.
Turning to her insensate son-in-law, the older veela crowed out,
"Would you look at that Jean? Your wife is loving being fucked like this!" The man of the house turned his head from the debaucherous sight, tears of humiliation running freely.
"Hey Appoline, do you want to free your Jean now?"
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Fuckkkk! Jean who!"
Adrastia bellowed out a full-bellied laugh at her daughter's complete surrender, finally completely free from the stupid notion that Veelas should be tied to loving monogamous relationships.
Adrastia turned around from the only male's quivering form, both of her hands now slowly jerking the half of the dick still outside of her daughter's cunt—the excess of her daughter's arousal strained her hands which she was happy enough to lather all over the ponding dick's surface.
Harry Potter felt the churning of his balls, the unbelievable feeling of being inside a tight veela cunt, and the experienced hands of another veela quickly dragged him toward a monumental orgasm.
His search for release became frantic; his thrusts became hard enough that even a veela's superior physiology had trouble coping with the ferocity— the Delacour matriarch started a high-keening noise, her enormous perky breasts hitting her in the chins, her whole body sliding forward and backward a few feet by the hippogriff's thrusts.
"My, my, look at the horse cock ruining my daughter's married hole forever for any human." Adrastia gasped in joy.
Her words were entirely ignored by the mating couple, each too lost in the carnality of the situation to care about her dictate. Not that she minded, of course, aware that a rutting beast can take your breath away for your first time.
Appoline Delacour started thrashing like a cruciatus victim, her whole body quivering like being subjected to the most powerful pleasurable torture she had been through in her entire life; her hold on her thighs loosened completely, her lower half of the body hung limply by the side of the bed, creating a 'V' with their splayed state.
Harry Potter's mind blanked at the pleasure overload, an all-encompassing white light now flashing behind his closed eyelids, his massive hairy nuts jumping around inside their sack, preparing to deliver their payload inside the spasming veela's womb when suddenly the onrushing burst of orgasm tapered off like someone had dunked his aroused horse dick in ice-cold water— the silver ring at the base of his cock flashed brightly, the enchantments to hold a wizard's orgasm almost collapsing, straining to hold the tsunami of a horse cock's baby-batter.
Appoline Delacour had no such restrictions, the flopping hands above her head now bunched into tight fists, her beautiful blue eyes rolled inside their socket, the musky scent of scandalous mating increasing manifold—the married veela opened her mouth in a wide unending scream,
"FFUUUUUCCCKKKK!"
And completely lost control of her orgasm, the now frustratedly horny beast's thrusts clogging her vibrating cunthole, the deluge of veela juice sprinkled out of the air-pockets between the veiny red shaft and the distended pussy petals, unintentionally straight into the wide-open, panting mouth of the oldest veela there, who had taken a seat under the belly of the hippogriff, her now still hands barely able to hold onto the pumping slippery length of the horse cock.
Any other mother would be disgusted to get a taste of her daughter's pussy-juices mixed with an animal's thick pre-cum, but not the promiscuous Adrastia, not one bit.
Savoring the proof of her daughter's degeneracy, the older stacked silver-haired veela swirled the concoction in her mouth, the eye-watering stink only aroused the panting mother something fierce, gulping down the mouthful and shoving her mouth directly below the juncture of her daughter's pussy, scooping every single drop inside her slutty mouth.
***
A flushed and red-faced Fleur Delacour pressed her nose completely into the painting, the large pale tits of the young veela pushed upward by the satin of her bunched negligee, the black cups of her clothing resting underneath a pair of red swaying breasts, nipples hard enough to cut through a steel plate. Her one hand mauled her left tit roughly while the other hand had nestled inside the pushed-aside knickers, roughly pinching her hard clit with her index and thumb, the other three fingers shoved inside a flushed beautiful veela flower, trying to match the sensation that her slutty mother seemed to lose her mind from.
With sweat accumulating on her whole glowing pale skin, the young veela dug her fingers as deep as they could go inside her own pussy, wrist working overtime to generate a fraction of the force that filthy beast seemed to be exerting inside the hole she had come from more than two decades ago.
Her eyes unwittingly crossed to the man stewing impotently just a few feet aside the rutting beast, staring defeatedly as his wife committed fucking adultery in front of his eyes.
'Come on, Papa! Do something! Please.'
The Delacour heiress beseeched her father, at the same time almost dislocating her wrist from overuse, 'don't lose maman to a filthy beast of all things.'
Even watching two males trying to stuff their dicks inside her mother's pussy together had not palpitated her heart this way; dread and disgust flowed through her every vein at the way her maman's pussy seemed to be getting wrecked beyond repair facing an arm-thick veiny monster.
'Yeah disgust.' a cynical voice in her mind whispered for the first time in her life, 'is that why you are imagining yourself in your mama's place?'
The vehemence that she conjured inside her mind to disagree with the voice faced a sudden painful death at the way her mother contorted her body and shook, no doubt having a mind-blowing orgasm with the beast's onslaught.
Fleur gasped at the furious tingling that stared at her nether regions, more stimulation than her past boyfriends and lovers had ever awakened in her ripe young body.
'I really don't want to join my maman and grand-mere in worshiping a horse cock, do I?'
***
Adrastia Lacroix gave a final lick at her daughter's spasming rosebud, the female nectar that had seeped into the hole delighting her taste-buds with their musky taste; crawling out of the still thrusting beast, her eyebrows raised at the sight of her daughter's closed-eyed passed out form, a flush of anger spreading across her gorgeous face at Appoline's inability to last more than one round in the face of this beastly challenge.
Her eyes fell on the swinging nut-sack of the beast, a pleased smile breaking through her gloomy, angered face at the almost doubling of the Hippogriffs scrotum with their stored jizz.
'Well, it seems I have to take the entire burden of milking those enormous spunkbanks.'
Her earlier anger at her progeny's failure evaporating at the thought, the staked older veela fished out her wand from the hidden holster of her wrist and banished her unconscious daughter to the other end of the huge bed, pink, messy, and wet pussy spread open as she had just given birth to a new baby.
Even the loss of the fleshy sheath to holster his horse-cock didn't deter the rutting hippogriff, the lack of resistance only encouraged an out-of-mind stud to hump even harder, the massive wet appendage flopping in open air ridiculously.
Adrastia snorted before aiming her wand and casting a low-powered stinging hex right at the inflated nuts causing the beast to falter in mid-thrust and almost topple out of his two-footed stand, only the securely tied noose around his neck stopped him from tumbling in its arse.
The devious veela climbed onto the bed and got in her hands and knees, and gave a loud spank to her own lily-white jiggling asscheek, drawing the gaze of the still-aroused hippogriff to her holes framed by the large buns of her assmeat.
"Don't think I would also tap out like my failure of a daughter." Adrastia purred, shaking her ass for extra measure, "I am a real Veelaaaaa—"
Harry Potter tried to swear mentally but being aroused out of his mind hardly allowed him to string two thoughts together, the torture of being on the cusp of an explosive orgasm but not reaching that euphoria, all that thick sperm sloshing inside his nuts when they should be attacking some fertile veela's womb, breaching their innate defense and fertilize them with his future progeny, inflating their bellies and their tits by motherhood drove him up the walls.
Not even listening to anything that the veela slut seemed to be spewing from her mouth, Harry the hippogriff tried to shuffle ahead and steady himself, widening his hind legs a bit to maintain his balance better and squeezing his leg muscles, emerald eyes glinting from their avian frame; the beast surged forward, his flared angry dome got hooked onto the softly spasming splayed out labial lips of the older veela, before punching straight through the hot canal, the mouthy veela's loud shout filled the room, all of her previous arrogance disintegrating with a single titanic thrust.
'Fucking veela whore, I am going to wreck your loose pussy!' Harry Potter started thrusting without even caring about his wellbeing, almost three-quarters of his cock drilling inside the curvy woman's pussyhole, battering her bony cervix similarly to her daughter.
'I am not going to be stopped this time.' With furious determination, the beast almost jumped ahead on the culmination of his every thrust, his massive flared head prying open the veela pussy gradually.
Adrastia's eyes widened; the sudden ferocity of the beast took her breath away, the veiny monster seemed intent on lodging inside her womb and making her its onahole, breaching a place still untouched inside her thoroughly used pussy.
"You stupid beast! Do your worst!" The older veela woman turned around and challenged the beast by glaring at his green pupils, a mocking smirk slowly spreading on her lips.
"As if you could breach my wo—" A monumental jump-thrust really did the unthinkable, punching straight through her cervix and bulging her stomach, straight up bashed the roof of her womb, making the woman fall from her position on her hands.
"Nghhh! Oh, Morgana…"
Harry Potter cawed victoriously, the first few inches of his beastly cock now inside his tormenter's sacred chamber, the unbelievable heat somehow multiplying manyfold, the frequency of his jumping and thrusting almost injuring the promiscuous veela.
Adrastia barely lifted herself on her hands again, her silvery hair swirling around her head like a halo, small curses spewing at the pleasurable feeling of getting her womb fucked—the jerking woman stared at the juncture of her pussy and the beast's dong, her gaping mature lips gobbling the thick red organ greedily but still almost a quarter of the length remained outside of her folds, causing great embarrassment to the very proud veela.
'Oh fuck! It's even more massive than my previous ones.' But a steely determination flooded the experienced woman. 'No! I can't lose. I am a fucking sex goddess.'
Her shame of inability slowly flamed the inflamed passion that veelas are generally known for— the feeling of spreading lava filled the still gasping woman, her limbs shaking badly at the beastly onslaught.
Adrastia put every ounce of her willpower and corkscrewed on the pistoning length, now lying on her back, her similar mammoth-sized tits undulating at the force of the hippogriffs thrusts.
"I will not be conquered…" The gasping shout of the woman turned into a loud screech at the last moment; feathers rapidly erupting all over the pale skin, covering her whole body in a shiny glossy silvery sheen, the impossibly beautiful face rearranging, the high-cheekboned structure melding and sharpening before turning into a vicious looking beak, the sea-blue pupils dilating and becoming birdlike which glared at the still thrusting beast, the long hair retreating inside her scalp and turning into large silvery feathers, the jaw-dropping breasts also completely getting covered by silvery gossamer, the harpy-like transformation culminated as a pair of huge wing spanned silvery wings burst out of the woman's back, lifting her from the bed, still impaled on the huge rod.
Harry Potter almost had a heart attack, coming face to face with the huge primordial veela, their beaks almost touching due to the increase of her height during the transformation— the mad rutting hippogriff faltered, only the strengthened enchantment bunching his neck feathers saved him from embarrassment.
The clearly aroused veela opened its beak and let out a loud inhuman shriek almost bursting the eardrums of his eagle head.
'Stupid bird!' Harry grumbled, eyes searching for any help from the room's occupants.
The Delacour matriarch remained passed out on the bed, mouth hanging open and pussy still trying to close around something colossus while the patriarch's slumped form greeted his eyes, a small wet patch formed near the crotch of the male's pajama, the unleashed allure of primordial veela form too much for the weak-willed man.
His mental cry for help was interrupted by a hard bump on his beak along with the sudden tightening of the already impossibly snug pussy; the floating veela slowly rose and fell on his dick by regulating her large wings, the avian blue eyes stared at him unflinchingly.
If Harry was in his human form, he probably would have sobbed in the pleasure overload, a transformed veela's heat and tightness were certainly not designed for a human cock, unfortunately for the confident veela, the one vice that drives every hippogriff is his pride and being challenged by a similar creature of air, smarted Harry's animagus form's pride like nothing before.
Harry tried to hold onto his human rationalities, but his animal instincts crushed his feeble resistance of civility, helped by something sinister that evaded Harry's human consciousness.
Harry Potter could only watch helplessly as his hippogriff form took control of his body again, an electric spark of magic rushed through his whole equine body, dismantling the enchantments that had tied him till then like a helpless animal, and furled his even more impressive wings.
'Bring it bitch!'
And with that furious thought Harry put his front claws in the midsection of the suddenly apprehensive veela, taking hold of her feathery belly tightly then rose from the ground, his hind legs living the surface floor, wings beating to carry both upward to the ceiling.
Bending his supple vertebra like a bow and tightening all the considerable muscles in his hippogriff form, Harry Potter started to drag the Harpy like veela on his cock furiously, his wings also assisting in the thorough humbling of a once proud creature who could only timidly beat her wings and take the pounding in her veela cunt, a pleasurable screech emanating continuously from her mouth.
***
Fleur Delacour sat on the floor of the guest room, her tits heaving at the scenes that she had just witnessed.
To think grand-mere would mate in that form…
The Delacour heiress wasn't even aware that their other form could be used for copulation.
Maybe, only an animal like the hippogriff could satisfy them.
A flare of curiosity had risen inside the usually unflappable veela, her earlier reluctance to transform into their veela form stemmed from the fact that she was not willing to distance herself from her childhood friends and not wishing to increase her already formidable allure to her maman or grand-mere's level.
But today's events had opened her eyes entirely. First, her inability in the face of a few drunkards and now the curiosity of flesh reared an indomitable determination in the heart of the beautiful Delacour eldest daughter.
Yeah! I have to master my heritage.
Climbing on the footstool again Fleur's determination almost took a nose dive and a gasp of surprise left her open mouth.
***
The now submissive veela nuzzled into the soft feathers of the hippogriff, her heated cunt-muscles squeezing around the pistoning red organ, both creatures of air flying perpendicular to the ground while still furiously fucking each other, one set of wings creating a downswing allowing the screeching veela to drop rapidly while another set created upswing allowing the hippogriff to thrust upward rapidly, and wet muted sound mixing with the whoosh of displaced air from four huge wings.
Harry Potter shut his eyes tightly, the rapid undulating of his partner's pussy muscles and the splashing of pussy-juices around his inflated balls, legs, and the floor was enough of an indication that his partner was orgasming her brains out.
His own stored jism from more than an hour of rutting was on the verge of exploding out of his dilating piss-hole when the dreaded sensation of the cock-ring's enchantment filled Harry with dread.
'Not fucking again!'
With a furious upward thrust, Harry let lose an unheard scream, scrounging every single drop of magic from his exhausted body and channeling it to his cock-ring, willing it to blast into smithereens.
His unheard shout suddenly turned into a furious bellow of a rough male voice, his body quickly shrunk down to his muscular human form while his dick just barely shrunk from their horsy grith, now hosing a ridiculous amount of his boiling hot jizz into the supernaturally hot pussy of the transformed veela.
The explosion of magic from his body had unfortunately reversed his animagus form; the now panicking human again Harry Potter tightly held onto the feathers of the veela and flailed his normal legs in the air, heart almost bursting outside in panic of being in the embrace of the powerful looking bird.
Their flying pair descended, the feathers and beaks slowly vanishing from the bird's body which shrunk, two giant funbags also emerged from their hiding place, and Adrastia Lacroix turned into her gorgeous self again, their feet touching the ground, genitals still joined together, clogged with their secretions from their recent orgasm.
Harry jumped behind from the tall veela's embrace, eyes darting around the room looking for an escape route when an amused voice finally made him face the gorgeous older veela.
"Well, well, well. If it's not the most famous Harry Potter himself."
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