"How do you want me?" Fleur asked, her voice sultry and knowing.
"Turn around," Harry said, his cock already hardening again at the sight of her bare body. "Hands on the lounger."
Fleur's eyes flashed with heat and anticipation, but she obeyed without hesitation. She turned and bent forward, bracing her hands on the lounger. The position put her ass on display, and Harry could see everything. Her pussy glistened with arousal, still wet and swollen from her earlier orgasm, the lips parted and ready for him. He could see her entrance clenching rhythmically, as if already anticipating what was to come.
He moved behind her and gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. His cock was fully hard again, and when he pressed the tip against her entrance, Fleur moaned and pushed back against him, trying to take him inside.
"Please," she breathed. "I need you inside me. Need to feel you stretch me. Fill me. I've been waiting for this since last night."
Harry pushed forward slowly, watching as his cock disappeared inside her inch by inch. She was incredibly tight despite how wet she was, her walls gripping him as he sank deeper. The sensation was overwhelming, heat and pressure and slickness all combining to make his head spin. Fleur's head dropped forward, her hair falling around her face as she gasped.
"Oh fuck," she moaned, her voice breaking. "You're so big. So thick. I can feel every inch stretching me. Can feel you filling me completely."
Harry bottomed out, his hips flush against her ass, and paused. He could feel her inner walls fluttering around him, adjusting to his size. She was so tight, so hot, squeezing him in ways that made it difficult to think. It took all his control not to start pounding into her immediately.
"Okay?" he asked, his voice strained.
"More than okay," Fleur panted. "Move. Please move. Fuck me, Harry."
He pulled back slowly until just his tip remained inside her, feeling every ridge and fold of her pussy grip him, and then thrust forward again in one smooth stroke. Fleur cried out, her fingers clenching on the lounger hard enough to turn her knuckles white. The sound went straight to Harry's cock, making it throb inside her.
"Yes," she gasped. "Just like that. Harder."
Harry set a steady rhythm, his hips snapping forward with increasing force. Every thrust made Fleur moan, and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air around the pool. He gripped her hips tightly, using the leverage to pull her back onto him with each stroke. Her ass rippled with every impact, the flesh jiggling in ways that were absolutely hypnotic. Harry couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight of his cock disappearing inside her, from the way her body accepted him so perfectly.
"You feel incredible," Harry groaned, his pace increasing. "So tight and wet. Perfect. Like you were made for my cock."
"All for you," Fleur panted, meeting his thrusts with movements of her own. Her back arched, changing the angle, letting him go even deeper. "This pussy is yours. Fuck me harder, Harry. I can take it. Want it. Want you to use me."
He gave her what she wanted, increasing his pace until he was pounding into her with real force. Each thrust drove the air from Fleur's lungs in sharp gasps that turned into screams of pleasure. Her whole body shook with the intensity of his thrusts, her breasts swaying beneath her with each impact. Harry reached around with one hand and found her clit, rubbing it in tight circles while he continued to fuck her.
"Oh fuck," Fleur cried out, her voice rising. "Yes, yes, don't stop. I'm going to come again. You're going to make me come on your cock. Can feel it building already."
"Do it," Harry commanded, his voice rough and demanding. His fingers pressed harder against her clit, circling faster. "Come on my cock. Let me feel you squeeze me. Show me how good I make you feel."
His fingers worked her clit with increasing pressure, his thrusts becoming almost brutal in their intensity. Harry could feel the change in her body, the way her muscles tensed, and the way her pussy started to flutter around him in that telltale pattern. Fleur's screams grew louder, more desperate, echoing across the pool area without care for who might hear.
"I'm coming," she warned, her voice breaking into a sob. "Oh fuck, I'm coming!"
Fleur shattered with a scream that probably carried to the distant neighbors, her pussy clamping down on him like a vice. The sensation was almost overwhelming, waves of pressure squeezing his cock rhythmically as she came. Harry had to slow his movements to keep from following her over the edge, forcing himself to take shallow, gentle thrusts while she rode out her orgasm. He could feel her inner walls rippling along his length, milking him, trying to pull his release from him. But he held back, gritting his teeth, wanting this to last. Wanting to make her come again before he finished.
When Fleur finally stopped shaking, when her screams faded to whimpers and her body went limp against the lounger, Harry pulled out carefully. His cock was slick with her arousal, coated thoroughly in her wetness. He could see how swollen and red her pussy was, how thoroughly he'd fucked her, and the sight sent a surge of possessive satisfaction through him.
Harry dropped onto the lounger beside hers, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His cock stood straight up, still hard and glistening, and he watched as Fleur turned her head to look at him. Her face was flushed with pleasure and her eyes were dark with satisfaction, but there was still hunger there. Still desire.
Without a word, she moved to his lounger and draped herself over him, her bare breasts pressing against his chest. Her nipples were hard points against his skin, and he could feel her heart thumping against his chest. Her skin was hot and slick with sweat, and Harry wrapped his arms around her automatically, one hand going to her hair while the other traced patterns on her lower back.
"That was incredible," Fleur murmured against his neck, her breath warm on his skin. She placed a soft kiss there, then another, her lips trailing along his jaw.
"We're not done yet," Harry said, his hands sliding down to cup her ass. The flesh was still warm from where he'd been gripping her, and he squeezed gently.
Fleur lifted her head to look at him, a wicked smile playing on her lips. Her eyes were bright despite the obvious exhaustion in her body. "Oh, I know. I have so many plans for you." She shifted slightly, pressing her body more firmly against his, and Harry could feel the wetness between her thighs against his stomach. "You know what I've been thinking about?"
"What?" Harry asked, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her skin. He could feel her shiver under his touch, could feel the way her body responded to even the lightest caress.
"Gabrielle." Fleur's voice took on that sultry quality again, dropping lower and becoming more intimate. "I've been thinking about her being here. About the three of us together. About all the things we could do."
Harry's cock, which was still hard and throbbing, twitched with interest at her words. Fleur felt it against her stomach and her smile widened, her eyes lighting up with mischief and desire.
"You like that idea," she observed, grinding against him slightly. Her wetness spread across his skin, leaving a trail. "The thought of having both of us. Both Delacour sisters in your bed. Or on these loungers. In that pool."
"Hard not to," Harry admitted, his voice rougher than before. His hands tightened on her ass, pulling her more firmly against him. "You're both incredible. And the things you're suggesting..."
"I want to show her," Fleur continued, her voice dropping even lower. She shifted her position, her thigh sliding between his legs to press against his hardening cock. "Want to teach her properly. She's so eager to please, so willing to learn, but she lacks confidence. Experience." She rolled her hips deliberately, rubbing against his erection. "I think some hands-on instruction would benefit her greatly. Don't you think? She needs someone to show her the ropes. To teach her how to really please a man. How to please you."
"What exactly are you suggesting?" Harry asked, though his hardening cock made it clear he was very interested in whatever she had in mind. His breathing had picked up again, his chest rising and falling more rapidly.
"I'm suggesting," Fleur said slowly, her lips brushing his ear as she spoke, her breath hot against his skin, "that the three of us should spend an afternoon together. Here, by this pool. I'll show Gabrielle everything I know. How to touch you, how to please you, how to take you." She nipped at his earlobe, then soothed it with her tongue. "And you'll show both of us what you can do. What you want to do to us. What you've been fantasizing about."
Harry groaned, his cock now fully hard again and pressing insistently against her stomach. He could feel it throbbing with every heartbeat, could feel the precum already leaking from the tip. Fleur's hand slid between them to wrap around his shaft, her fingers barely meeting around his girth as she stroked him slowly.
"I want to watch you fuck her," Fleur whispered, her hand working his cock with skillfully. Her grip was firm, her movements slow and teasing. "Want to see your cock disappear inside my little sister while she screams your name. Want to watch her face when you make her come. Want to see her eyes roll back when you hit that spot deep inside her that makes her lose control."
"Fuck," Harry breathed, his hips jerking up into her hand involuntarily.
"And I want her to watch me," Fleur continued, her voice thick with desire. She squeezed his cock, her thumb spreading the precum around his tip in slow circles. "Want her to see how good you make me feel. How deep you go. How hard you fuck me. How you make me scream and beg and come so hard I can't think straight." She stroked him faster, her hand twisting at the top in a way that made his toes curl. "Want to show her what she has yet to discover about sex. What pleasures await her if she's a good girl."
"You're going to kill me," Harry managed, his hands gripping her ass hard enough to leave marks.
Fleur laughed, the sound low and sultry. "Not before we've had our fun." She released his cock and shifted position, rising up to straddle his hips. Her pussy hovered just above his erection, and Harry could feel the heat radiating from her core. He could see her lips parted and glistening, could see his cum from earlier mixed with her arousal coating her inner thighs. "But first, I want to ride you. Want to watch your face while I fuck you. Want to see your eyes when I make you come inside me. Want to feel you pulse as you fill me up."
"Do it," Harry said, his voice rough with need.
Fleur positioned herself directly above his erection, one hand wrapped around his shaft to guide him. Her eyes locked with his as she began to sink down onto his cock, taking him inch by slow inch. Her mouth fell open in a silent gasp as he stretched her again, her inner walls gripping him tightly as she impaled herself on his length.
"Watch me take you," she breathed, her voice rough with arousal. "Watch me slide down on this perfect cock. Watch me take every thick inch."
Harry watched, completely mesmerized, as his cock disappeared inside her. He could see her pussy stretching around him, could see the way her lips parted to accommodate his girth. When she was fully seated, when he was buried to the hilt inside her warmth, they both groaned. Fleur paused for a moment, her body trembling slightly as she adjusted to the fullness, to the way he stretched and filled her completely.
Then she started to move.
Her hips rolled in a slow, careful rhythm that had Harry's fingers digging into her thighs. She rose up until just his tip remained inside her, then sank back down in one smooth motion. Her breasts bounced with every movement, swaying in ways that made Harry's mouth water. He reached up to cup them, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. His thumbs found her nipples, rubbing over the hard peaks, and Fleur moaned loudly.
"Yes," she gasped, arching into his touch. Her back curved, pushing her breasts more firmly into his hands. "Touch me. Play with my tits while I ride your cock. Pinch my nipples. Make it hurt a little."
Harry complied, pinching her nipples between his fingers and rolling them. Fleur's moan turned into a cry of pleasure, and her movements became more urgent. She increased her pace gradually, rising and falling on his cock with growing desperation. Every time she sank down, Harry felt himself bottom out inside her, felt her cervix kiss the tip of his cock. Her inner walls gripped him tight, rippling along his length with each movement.
"Tell me more," Harry said, his voice strained. He could feel the pressure building in his balls already, could feel his orgasm approaching. "About Gabrielle. What do you want to do with her? What do you want us to do?"
Fleur's eyes darkened at the question, and her movements became more sensual. She ground down on him hard, circling her hips to get maximum friction on her clit. "Everything," she purred, her voice breathy. "Want to have her eat my pussy while you fuck her from behind. Want to feel her tongue on my clit while you make her scream. Want to watch her try to keep licking me even as you pound into her so hard she can barely think."
Harry groaned, his hips bucking up to meet her movements. The mental image was almost too much. He could picture it so clearly in his mind: Gabrielle's face between Fleur's thighs, her tongue working her sister's pussy while he gripped her hips and fucked her hard from behind.
"Want to watch her suck your cock," Fleur continued, her breathing becoming ragged. She was riding him harder now, her movements becoming less controlled. "Want to teach her how to take you deep, how to work you with her tongue. How to relax her throat and swallow you down. Want to kiss her while she does it, taste you on her lips. Want to lick your cock together, our tongues meeting around your shaft."
"Fuck," Harry breathed, his hands moving to grip her ass hard. He helped her movements now, lifting her up and pulling her back down onto his cock with increasing force.
"Want to ride your face while she rides your cock," Fleur said, grinding down on him hard. Her clit rubbed against his pelvis with each movement, sending sparks of pleasure through her body. "Want to watch your cock disappear inside her tight little pussy while I come on your tongue. Want to kiss her while we both fuck you. Want to feel her moan into my mouth as you make her come."
Her words were driving Harry crazy, making his cock throb inside her with desperate need. He could feel his orgasm building rapidly, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter in his core. His balls were drawn up tight, ready to explode.
"Want to show her how to take you in her ass," Fleur gasped, her movements becoming frantic. She was bouncing on his cock now, her breasts moving wildly with each impact. "Want to watch you stretch her virgin hole, fill her, make her yours in every way. Want to hear her beg for more even as she cries from how full you make her feel. Want to lick her pussy while you fuck her ass, make her come from both holes at once."
"Keep talking," Harry groaned, his control slipping with every filthy word from her mouth.
"Want to lick your cum out of her pussy," Fleur moaned, her eyes wild with lust. "Want to taste you both together. Want to snowball it with her, pass it between our mouths. Want to share you with her, pass your cock between our mouths, feel you come on both our faces and then lick it off each other."
Harry's hands tightened on her ass as he thrust up harder to meet her movements. His hips were moving on their own now, fucking up into her with force that made her cry out. "What else? Tell me what else you want."
"Want to watch you fuck her while she eats me out," Fleur panted, her movements becoming erratic as her own orgasm approached. She was close, he could tell from the way her inner walls were starting to flutter around him. "Want to feel her moan against my pussy while you pound into her. Want to come on her face while you fill her with your cum. Want to watch it drip out of her and then lick it up myself."
"Fuck, Fleur," Harry groaned, his balls tightening even more.
"Want both of us to worship your cock," she continued breathlessly, her words tumbling out faster now. "Two mouths, two tongues, two sets of lips all focused on making you feel good. Want to watch Gabrielle learn how to please you properly. Want to show her everything. How to suck you, how to lick you, how to take you deep. How to play with your balls while she sucks you. How to lick your balls while I suck your cock."
Harry could feel his orgasm building rapidly now, his balls tightening almost painfully as Fleur rode him harder. Her breasts bounced wildly with each movement, red marks appearing where his fingers had gripped them earlier. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight of her above him, her face flushed with pleasure and exertion, her mouth open as she gasped for air.
"Want to have you fuck us both at the same time," Fleur moaned, leaning forward to change the angle. The new position let him hit deeper, and they both groaned at the sensation. "Want to feel you switch between us, your cock going from my pussy to hers and back again. Want to taste myself on your cock after you've been inside me. Want to taste her on you. Want her to taste me on your cock."
"I'm close," Harry warned, his voice tight. He could feel the orgasm building at the base of his spine, ready to explode.
"Me too," Fleur gasped, her hand moving between them to rub her clit. "Want to feel you come inside me. Want your cum deep in my pussy. Want Gabrielle to watch it drip out of me. Want her to lick it up, to taste us both together. Want her to kiss me and let me taste it on her tongue."
That image was too much. Harry's control shattered completely. His hips bucked up hard as his orgasm crashed through him like a tidal wave, his cock pulsing violently as he emptied himself deep inside her. Rope after rope of cum flooded her pussy, filling her completely. The sensation of him coming triggered Fleur's own climax, and she cried out, her body shaking as pleasure washed over her in overwhelming waves. Her pussy clamped down on his cock hard, milking him, squeezing every last drop from him. Her inner walls rippled and convulsed around his length, prolonging both their orgasms until they were both gasping and trembling.
Fleur collapsed forward onto Harry's chest, both of them breathing hard. His cock was still inside her, softening slowly now, and he could feel their combined release leaking out around his shaft, running down his balls and onto the lounger beneath them. His hands moved to stroke her back gently as they both came down from the high, tracing idle patterns on her sweat slicked skin.
"That was even better," Fleur finally said, her voice muffled against his chest. She placed a soft kiss over his heart, then another.
"Agreed," Harry managed, still catching his breath. His heart was pounding, and he could feel hers doing the same against his chest.
They lay like that for several long moments, neither wanting to move. The afternoon sun beat down on them, warm and pleasant on their cooling skin. Finally, Fleur propped herself up on her elbows to look down at him. Her hair fell around them like a curtain, creating an intimate space. Her eyes were soft, satisfied, but also thoughtful.
"So," she said, a small smile playing on her lips. "Where does this leave us? What are we doing here?"
Harry's hands moved to her hips, his thumbs stroking her skin gently. "Where do you want it to leave us?"
"Honestly?" Fleur tilted her head, considering her words carefully. "I think we should keep it light. Fun. No pressure, no expectations beyond enjoying ourselves. No strings attached. Just pleasure and friendship."
"I can work with that," Harry said, relief evident in his voice. He'd been wondering the same thing, unsure how to bring it up.
"Good." Fleur's smile widened, genuine warmth filling her expression. "Because I do fancy you, Harry. Very much. You're attractive, talented, kind, and clearly very skilled in bed." She rolled her hips slightly, making them both gasp as his softened cock shifted inside her. "And I know Gabrielle does too. She won't shut up about you, actually. But I don't think any of us are ready for something serious right now. A relationship would complicate things. Add expectations and pressure that none of us need."
"True," Harry agreed, one hand coming up to brush a strand of hair from her face. "You're both important to me. The two closest people in my life, actually. The only people I really trust completely. And I really like you both. But I like where we are now. I don't want to risk messing that up by forcing something we're not ready for. By trying to make it into something it doesn't need to be."
"Exactly." Fleur leaned down to kiss him softly, their lips meeting for the first time. Harry kissed her back, her lips gentle against his. "So we'll keep it casual. Have fun together. Explore this attraction without any strings attached. Just three friends who enjoy each other's company. And each other's bodies. And if things change down the line, if one of us wants more, we'll talk about it then. But for now, this is perfect."
"That sounds perfect," Harry said honestly, pulling her down for another kiss. This one was deeper, more thorough, his tongue sliding against hers.
When they broke apart, Fleur rested her forehead against his. "And Gabrielle?" she asked, her eyes searching his. "You're okay with all three of us together? It won't be weird for you?"
"More than okay," Harry admitted, his hands sliding up her sides to cup her breasts again. He couldn't seem to stop touching her. "She's not that different from you, you know? Kept pushing me to make a move on you. And the thought of having you both..." He trailed off, shaking his head. "Yeah, I'm very okay with it. More than okay. The things you described, the things we could do together, I want all of it."
Fleur's smile turned wicked again, her eyes lighting up with mischief and renewed arousal. "Good. Because I have so many ideas. So many things I want to try. So many ways I want to watch you fuck my little sister." She shifted her hips, and his cock slipped out of her finally. She made a small sound of disappointment. "But first, I think we need to cool off. That pool is looking very inviting right now. And I'm sticky and sweaty and covered in your cum."
Harry grinned and sat up, keeping his arms wrapped around her waist. "Couldn't say it better."
Fleur laughed as Harry stood and lifted her with him. She wrapped her legs around his waist automatically, her arms going around his neck. Her pussy was pressed against his stomach, and he could feel their combined release coating his skin. "So strong," she teased.
"Good for you," Harry grinned, walking toward the pool with her in his arms. She was lighter than he expected, easy to carry even after their exertions.
Fleur squealed as they reached the edge, realizing his intention. "Harry, don't you dare—"
He jumped, splashing into the pool roughly.
The water was cool and refreshing after the heat of the sun and their vigorous exertions. They surfaced together, Fleur sputtering and laughing as she pushed her wet hair out of her face. Water streamed down her features, and Harry couldn't help but stare. She looked incredible with her hair slicked back, water droplets running down her face and neck, and her skin glistening in the late afternoon light. Her breasts floated just at the surface, her nipples hard from the cool water.
"That was mean," Fleur said, but she was smiling as she swam closer to him. Her legs kicked lazily beneath the water, propelling her forward.
"You loved it," Harry countered, his hands finding her waist underwater. The water made her skin feel different, slippery and smooth.
"Maybe," she admitted, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her legs came up to circle his waist again, and Harry had to focus to keep them both afloat. The water helped support their weight. "But I'll get you back for it. When you least expect it."
"I'm counting on it," Harry said, pulling her closer. Her breasts pressed against his chest, soft and warm despite the cool water.
They kissed slowly this time, without the desperate urgency from before. It was deeper, more exploratory, as if they had all the time in the world. Harry's hands roamed over her wet skin, sliding from her waist up to cup her breasts, then back down to grip her ass. The water made everything feel different, more sensual somehow. Fleur moaned into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his wet hair, and her tongue sliding against his in relaxed strokes.
When they finally broke apart, both breathing harder, Fleur rested her forehead against his. "You know," she said, her voice low and intimate, "the water makes everything feel different. More sensitive. Every touch feels amplified."
"Is that so?" Harry asked, his hands tightening on her ass. He squeezed, kneading the firm flesh.
"Mmm." Fleur rolled her hips against him, and Harry realized with some surprise that his cock was stirring again. "Want to test it out? Want to see if I'm right?"
"Insatiable," Harry accused, but he was already hardening. His cock pressed against her stomach, growing with each passing second.
"Look who's talking," Fleur shot back, her hand sliding between them to wrap around his growing erection. The water added resistance to her movements, making her strokes feel different. "You're the one getting hard again already. How many times is that now? Three? Four? You're going to be exhausted for my sister."
"Your fault," Harry said, groaning as she stroked him underwater. "You and all your dirty talk about Gabrielle."
Fleur smiled and positioned herself above him, guiding his cock to her entrance with ease. She was still sensitive from earlier, still stretched from being thoroughly fucked, and she sank down slowly. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp of pleasure as she took him in, as he filled her once more.
"Okay?" Harry asked when she was fully seated, when his cock was buried completely inside her warmth.
"Perfect," Fleur breathed. She started to move, using the water's buoyancy to help her rise and fall on his cock. The sensation was incredible, the coolness of the water contrasting sharply with the heat of her pussy around him. The resistance of the water made every movement feel more intense. "This feels amazing. So different. You feel even bigger like this."
Harry had to agree. Every movement sent ripples through the water around them, and the added resistance made everything more intense. Each thrust required more effort, but the payoff was worth it. He thrust up to meet her movements, his hands gripping her ass to help support her weight and control her movements.
They moved together slowly at first, exploring this new sensation. But gradually their movements became more urgent, more desperate. Fleur's moans echoed across the pool area, mixing with the splash of water as they moved together. The sun painted everything in golden light, making the water sparkle and shimmer around them.
"Touch yourself," Harry said, his voice rough with desire. "Want to watch you make yourself come on my cock. Want to see your face when you climax."
Fleur's eyes darkened at the command, arousal flashing across her features. Her hand moved between them to find her clit, and she rubbed it in tight circles. Her movements made her body shift on his cock in ways that had Harry groaning. He could feel her tightening around him already, her inner walls beginning to flutter in that telltale pattern. She was close, so close.
"That's it," Harry encouraged, his hips snapping up harder. Water splashed around them with each thrust. "Come for me, Fleur. Squeeze my cock."
"So close," Fleur gasped, her fingers working faster against her clit. Her other hand gripped his shoulder tightly, her nails digging into his skin. "Keep fucking me like that. Don't stop. Harder. Faster."
Harry didn't stop. He pounded up into her, using the water's resistance to drive deeper, to hit that spot inside her that made her scream. The effort made his muscles burn, but he didn't care. All that mattered was the feeling of her around him, the sounds she was making, and the way her face contorted with pleasure. Fleur's head fell back, her mouth open in a silent cry as her orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy clamped down on his cock hard, rhythmic pulses that squeezed him tight. She screamed his name, the sound echoing across the pool area and probably beyond.
Harry felt his own climax building rapidly, triggered by the sensation of her coming around him. "Come inside me again," Fleur pleaded, her voice breaking. She was still coming, still pulsing around him. "Fill me up. Want to feel you. Want every drop."
Harry came with a groan, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her for the third time. The orgasm seemed to go on forever, wave after wave of pleasure that left him shaking and weak. His vision went white, stars bursting behind his eyelids. Fleur collapsed against his chest, both of them panting hard. They would have gone under if Harry hadn't managed to keep kicking his legs, keeping them afloat.
They stayed like that for several long moments, letting the cool water soothe their overheated skin. Harry could feel his cum leaking out of her, mixing with the pool water around them. Finally, Fleur lifted her head to look at him, her eyes soft and satisfied and utterly content.
"I think we've thoroughly christened this pool," she said, a lazy smile on her lips.
"Among other things," Harry agreed, his hands stroking her back gently. His muscles were starting to protest now, tired from treading water while supporting both their weights.
They separated reluctantly, and Fleur swam to the shallow end where she could stand. Her legs were unsteady, and she had to grip the pool edge for support. Harry followed, watching the way the water ran down her body, the way the late afternoon sunlight caught the droplets on her skin and made them sparkle like diamonds. She was beautiful, absolutely stunning, and he couldn't quite believe this was real. That he'd spent the morning fucking Gabrielle and then the afternoon fucking Fleur, and that soon the two sisters would be joining him together.
"What are you thinking?" Fleur asked, catching him staring. She turned to face him fully, making no attempt to hide her body.
"That I'm a very lucky man," Harry said honestly. "The luckiest man alive, probably."
Fleur's smile was warm and genuine as she moved closer to him through the water. "We're all lucky," she corrected, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her body pressed against his, soft and warm and perfect. "This thing between us, between all three of us, it's special. And I can't wait to see where it goes. Can't wait to bring Gabrielle here, to show her more, to watch you fuck her. To fuck you both."
"Neither can I," Harry admitted, pulling her close. He kissed her deeply, pouring everything he felt into it.
They stayed in the pool for a while longer, alternating between lazy kisses and playful splashing. Fleur dunked him at one point, laughing as he came up sputtering. He retaliated by grabbing her and tossing her through the air, her squeal of delight cutting off as she hit the water. The afternoon sun continued its descent, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. Finally, as the air started to cool and the shadows lengthened, they climbed out. Both of them were thoroughly pruned and completely satisfied.
"I should probably head home soon," Fleur said reluctantly as they dried off. She ran the towel over her body slowly, and Harry watched every movement. "Gabrielle would be arriving soon, and I'm sure she'd drop home first. The girl will probably interrogate me the second she sees me."
"Tell her everything in detail," Harry suggested, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Tell her exactly what we did. What we talked about. What we're planning. Every dirty detail. Just as she was doing with me last night."
Fleur's eyes lit up with matching mischief. "Oh, I fully intend to. She's going to be so eager. She'll probably want to come over immediately." She pulled her transfigured bikini back on, and transformed it back into her sundress with a casual flick of her wand. The magic rippled across her skin, and suddenly she looked presentable again. Though Harry knew what was underneath now, knew what she looked like bare and sweaty and screaming his name. "I'll talk to her tonight. Really talk to her about what's to come. But we both already know what she'll say."
"That we do," Harry chuckled.
"I bet she'll say yes before I even finish explaining. Probably before I finish the first sentence. And then she'll bombard me with a thousand questions about every detail. She'll want to know everything. How it all started, how it progressed, what you did to me, what we're going to do to her."
Harry laughed, pulling Fleur close for one more kiss. "Sounds exactly like her, and I'm looking forward to it. To all of it."
"So am I," Fleur murmured against his lips. Her hand came up to cup his face, her thumb stroking his cheek gently as her expression turned thoughtful. "You really do care about her, don't you? About both of us."
"I do," Harry confirmed. "You're my family. The only real family I have. And this, whatever this is between us, it doesn't change that. It just adds to it."
"Good." Fleur kissed him again, soft and sweet this time. "Because we feel the same way. You're stuck with us now, Harry Potter. Both of us. We're not going anywhere."
"Promise?" Harry asked, only half joking.
"Promise," Fleur said seriously. Then her smile turned wicked again. "Especially not now that we know how good you are in bed. We'd be idiots to let you go."
They walked to the door together, Fleur's hand in his. At the threshold, she turned back to look at the pool, at the loungers where they'd spent most of the afternoon. "Best day off I've ever had," she said with a satisfied smile.
"Same," Harry agreed. "Though I have a feeling it's only going to get better from here."
"Oh, it definitely will," Fleur assured him. She stood on her toes to kiss him one last time, her lips lingering on his. "Just wait until Gabrielle gets here. Just wait until I have you both exactly where I want you. We're going to blow your mind."
"Can't wait," Harry murmured against her mouth.
Fleur left a few minutes later, her hips swaying intentionally as she walked to the door. She knew he was watching, and she made the most of it. Harry leaned against the doorframe and watched her go, already anticipating what was to come. The afternoon had been incredible, beyond anything he'd imagined when he'd woken up this morning. And once Fleur's plans came to fruition, once Gabrielle join them, and once all three of them made this work, it was only going to get better.
He looked back at the pool one more time, at the loungers still slightly damp from their bodies, at the water that still showed ripples from their activities. The sun had dipped below the horizon now, leaving everything bathed in twilight. Tonight he'd be sore, he knew that. His muscles would protest every movement. But it would be worth it. Every second of it.
Best investment indeed.
He smiled to himself and headed inside, already wondering when he'd see them again. When he'd have both Delacour sisters in his arms, in his bed, in his pool. When he'd get to explore every fantasy Fleur had described in such vivid detail.
Soon, he hoped. Very soon.
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