[Exclusive] January’s Choice: Vacation with Veelas 3/4

This story is inspired by the results of January’s Choice, where you voted for Harry’s Vacation with Veelas (Fleur/Gabrielle/Apolline). Thank you for participating, and I hope you enjoy the third chapter! Stay tuned for the rest of the story, and don’t forget to vote in the next poll to shape future tales!

The cool water lapped against Harry’s chest as he stood waist-deep in the sea, trying—and failing—not to get completely distracted. Fleur was in front of him, her arms draped lazily over his shoulders, her body pressed close. Her big tits bobbed just above the surface, the cold water making her nipples poke visibly through the thin fabric of her bikini.

“‘Arry,” she whispered, leaning in with a sultry smile. Her lips brushed his, soft and teasing, before she kissed him deeply. His hands instinctively found her waist, his fingers brushing over her smooth, wet skin as he pulled her closer.

A quiet moan slipped from his lips, but before he could lose himself completely, he felt another body press up against him from behind.

Gabrielle.

Her smaller frame was snug against his back, her breasts soft and warm against his skin despite the cool water. Her hands slid around his waist from behind, wandering lower, just above his hips.

Harry groaned, a wide grin spreading across his face. “This is the best day ever,” he muttered under his breath, making Fleur laugh softly, her lips still brushing his.

It didn’t matter that they were on a crowded beach with hundreds of people around. If anything, that made it even better. Harry could feel the curious, jealous stares being sent their way—everyone watching as he stood there with two gorgeous women pressed against him like he was the luckiest guy alive.

Gabrielle giggled against his shoulder, her hands still teasing under the water. “Do you like zis, ‘Arry?” she asked, her voice playful and full of mischief. “Being with us like zis?”

Harry tilted his head back slightly, catching the sparkle in her eyes. “You have no idea,” he said with a grin.

Fleur pulled back just enough to look at him, her blue eyes shining as she smiled. “He is a lucky boy, non?” she murmured.

“Very lucky,” Gabrielle agreed, squeezing him lightly as her chest pressed against his back.

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Harry lay stretched out on the blanket, the warmth of the sun soaking into his skin as he closed his eyes. Fleur and Gabrielle were sprawled out beside him, drawing just as much attention as they had in the water, if not more.

Fleur was on her stomach, her book propped in front of her, the pages fluttering slightly in the breeze. Her bikini bottoms clung to her hips, barely covering her round, juicy ass that seemed to catch the eye of nearly everyone walking by.

Gabrielle, on the other hand, lay on her back, her bikini top discarded. Her perky, sun-kissed tits were fully on display, the peaks hard from the cool breeze. She stretched lazily, letting out an exaggerated sigh.

“Ugh, I’m bored,” she muttered, turning her head toward Harry.

Harry cracked one eye open, glancing at her. “Then read a book like Fleur,” he said, smirking.

Gabrielle pouted, sticking her tongue out at him. “Books are boring. You’re more fun.”

Before Harry could respond, she rolled onto her side, propping her head up with one hand as her other trailed across his stomach. Her fingers played with the waistband of his swimming shorts, her nails scratching lightly against his skin.

“Gabrielle,” Harry said looking around.

Gabrielle’s grin widened, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “So?” she said innocently, her hand dipping lower. “Let zem look. You don’t mind, do you?”

There were plenty of people nearby—couples strolling along the sand, a group of students tossing a volleyball, a family setting up a picnic. Yet, no one seemed to notice Gabrielle’s bold teasing… yet.

Harry thought about it for a second. Did he care? Not really. With a quick motion, he slid his shorts down and tossed them over his shoulder, letting them land somewhere behind him.

His cock was already stirring, hardening quickly as the cool breeze brushed against his skin. Gabrielle’s eyes widened, and a smug grin spread across her face as she licked her lips.

“Well,” Harry said with a smirk, “if you’re bored, I’ve got the perfect thing for you to do.”

Without waiting for her to reply, he grabbed her ponytail firmly, guiding her head down toward him. Gabrielle let out a delighted hum, her hands sliding up his thighs as she leaned closer.

Harry leaned back on the blanket, a lazy smile spreading across his face as he soaked in the sun. The warmth on his skin and the sound of the waves in the distance made everything feel almost dreamlike. His eyes wandered idly to the beachgoers strolling by—women of all ages, some young and carefree, others more mature but no less stunning. Many of them wore tiny bikinis that showed off their swaying hips and jiggling asses as they walked past.

Yeah, it was a good time to be alive.

Fleur giggled softly beside him, pulling his attention. He glanced over, catching the slight shake of her shoulders.

“What’s so funny?” Harry asked

Fleur turned her head slightly, her silvery hair catching the sunlight as she smiled at him. “Oh, nothing,” she said lightly

“Ze book is amusing.”

Harry nodded, his grin widening as he glanced around again. His eyes fell on a group of three young guys standing off to the side, their expressions frozen somewhere between awe and disbelief. They were staring right at him—or rather, at something near him.

It took Harry a second to realize what was happening.

Oh.

Now he knew.

Gabrielle was fully focused on him, her ponytail bobbing slightly as her head moved. The faint, wet sounds she made were unmistakable, even over the noise of the beach. Harry’s hand was resting on the back of her head, guiding her movements as she worked enthusiastically, her soft moans muffled but still audible.

Harry couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking his head slightly. Gabrielle, it seemed, had no shame—and honestly, he didn’t mind one bit.

She’d been like this for days now, completely fixated, and Harry had quickly learned just how much she loved to keep herself busy like this.

She had a way of making it seem like it was all perfectly natural, even as she hummed happily against him, clearly enjoying herself.

“Well,” Harry thought with a smirk, “a gentleman always gives a lady what she wants.”

The three guys were still staring, their jaws practically on the sand. Fleur glanced up from her book, noticed their shocked expressions, and gave them a subtle smirk before turning back to Harry with a knowing look.

“You are very popular today,” she teased, her voice low so only he could hear.

Harry laughed, his hand tightening slightly on Gabrielle’s ponytail as she let out another soft hum.

Gabrielle didn’t waste a second, diving in like she had a point to prove. Her lips stretched wide as she took him deeper, the slick, wet sounds growing louder with every motion. Spit dripped freely from her mouth, coating his cock and trailing down her chin, pooling at the tops of her perky, bouncing tits. She didn’t wipe it away. She loved the mess—it made everything hotter.

Harry’s hand was firm in her ponytail, guiding her down, and Gabrielle leaned into it, letting him set the pace. Her throat flexed around him as he pushed her lower, and she didn’t flinch. She just adjusted, pressing her tongue flat and relaxing as much as she could, letting him slide deeper.

Her nails dug lightly into his thighs, anchoring herself as she moved faster. . The cool breeze brushed over her wet skin, but Gabrielle barely noticed. All she cared about was making him feel good.

Her nose brushed against his stomach as she took him all the way in, holding there for a moment, her throat tight around him. Her lashes fluttered, and she let out a soft hum, the vibration sending a jolt through him. Harry groaned, his grip tightening in her hair, and Gabrielle couldn’t help but grin inwardly.

This was where she thrived—on her knees, making a mess, with him completely at her mercy.

She pulled back slowly, spit trailing from her lips as she gasped for air. The glistening mess she left behind only spurred her on, and without missing a beat, she dove right back down, her ponytail bouncing with the motion.

Gabrielle wasn’t going to stop until Harry gave her everything.

Fleur tried to focus on her book, her eyes skimming over some dense explanation of curse-breaking runes. She was usually good at tuning things out, but Harry made it impossible. Every time he groaned, it sent a jolt straight through her.

Her stomach fluttered, her thighs clenched together, and—merde—she couldn’t stop the warmth pooling low in her belly. His voice was deep, rough, and far too distracting. She exhaled sharply, trying to keep her attention on the text.

But out of the corner of her eye, she saw Gabrielle. Her sister was eager, no question about it, but really? Fleur resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Gabrielle’s technique was sloppy at best.

She always skips ze corkscrew, Fleur thought with a small smirk. It’s basic. Everyone knows ze twist makes it perfect.

Another groan from Harry made Fleur’s breath catch. She glanced at him briefly before forcing herself to look back at her book. Her chest felt tight, her pulse quickening, and it wasn’t just the heat of the sun making her sweat.

If zat were me, Fleur thought, swallowing hard, he wouldn’t just groan. He’d lose his mind.

Fleur shifted on the blanket, trying and failing to focus on her book. The words blurred together, and the heat in her body only seemed to intensify with every sound Harry made. Just as she let out a frustrated sigh, a shadow fell over her.

“Hey, gorgeous,” a deep, smooth voice said, pulling her attention.

Fleur glanced up to see a tall, broad-shouldered man standing above her. His dark skin gleamed in the sun, and his confident grin screamed trouble.

“You look like you need some company,” he added, flashing her a toothy smile.

“I do not,” Fleur replied flatly, her eyes narrowing as she returned to her book.

The man chuckled, crouching slightly to get closer. “Come on, don’t be like that. A pretty thing like you shouldn’t be sitting here all by yourself.”

“I am not alone,” Fleur said sharply, not bothering to look up.

“Oh, I see that,” the man said, pointing toward Harry, who was lying back with Gabrielle’s head in his lap. “Your man’s over there getting sucked so good he doesn’t even notice I’m talking to you. Damn, I want some of that too.”

Fleur’s jaw tightened, but the man wasn’t done.

He leaned in closer, his gaze sweeping over her body, lingering on her barely-covered ass. “I can tell you two are sisters. Is that your thing? Your sister’s gonna get fucked while you watch?” He smirked. “Or maybe you’re waiting for someone better. Baby, you’re way hotter than her. We can play. I’ll show you what a real man can do.”

Fleur’s grip on her book tightened, her knuckles going white. Slowly, she turned her head to meet his gaze, her blue eyes like shards of ice.

“Get your ‘and off me,” she said coldly, cutting him off before he could say anything else.

The man hesitated, but his cocky grin didn’t falter. “Relax, baby. I’m just saying we could—”

“Non,” Fleur interrupted, sitting up. “Do not call me baby. Do not point at ‘im. And do not stand zere and act like you are welcome.”

He blinked, his grin faltering for the first time.

Fleur leaned forward slightly, her glare unwavering. “Now,” she said in a low, cutting voice, “fuck off before I make you regret every word you just said.”

The man straightened, muttering something under his breath as he took a step back. He pointed at Harry one last time and said, “Man doesn’t even know how lucky he is.”

Fleur didn’t flinch. She watched him walk away before letting out a slow, measured breath. She shook her head and muttered to herself in French, flipping her book open again.

Harry groaned, gripping Fleur’s hips as she bounced on him like she couldn’t get enough. Her nails dug into his chest for balance, her breath coming out in short, ragged moans that only made him harder. The secluded spot between the trees felt like a world away from the crowded beach, and right now, it was just them—and Fleur’s relentless need.

“Fuck, Fleur,” Harry muttered, his head tipping back as he thrust up to meet her pace. “What’s got into you?”

Fleur threw her head back, her hair whipping around her shoulders as she let out a loud, shaky moan. “You,” she gasped, her voice trembling. “I needed zis. Needed you.”

Her words sent a jolt straight through him, and Harry grinned, letting his hand slide down to her ass. He grabbed it roughly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh before delivering a sharp smack that echoed through the trees.

Fleur yelped, her back arching as her pace faltered for half a second. But then she looked down at him, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted in a wicked smile. “Again,” she demanded breathlessly.

Harry didn’t hesitate. His palm came down hard, the slap making her ass jiggle as she moaned loudly, her voice hitching in a way that made him want to grab her and take over completely.

“You like that, don’t you?” he growled, his hands tightening on her hips as he thrust up hard, making her cry out. “You love being my little slut.”

“Oui,” Fleur moaned “Yes, Harry—more!”

Harry smirked, his body straining as he matched her wild pace. The heat between them was almost overwhelming, her soft skin slick with sweat as she moved. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, each one sending a rush of satisfaction through him.

“Look at you,” Harry muttered “Riding me like you can’t get enough. Is this what you needed, babe? Huh? To be fucked like this?”

Fleur’s only response was a broken moan as her body tensed, her movements growing erratic. Harry gave her another hard spank, watching her ass bounce with every thrust.

Harry wanted more. He grabbed Fleur’s hips, pulling her roughly off his lap and turning her around until she was on her hands and knees. She let out a sharp gasp as he pushed her down onto the blanket, her cheek pressing against the soft fabric.

Without hesitation, Harry lined himself up and thrust into her, burying himself to the hilt in one hard motion. Fleur cried out, her body jolting forward, but his hands were already on her—one gripping her hip, the other sliding up to wrap firmly around the back of her neck, holding her in place.

He didn’t wait. Didn’t ease into it. He just started pounding into her, his hips slamming against her ass.

The sound of their bodies meeting filled the secluded spot, mingling with Fleur’s broken cries as her fingers clawed at the blanket beneath her. She was shaking, moaning, but Harry didn’t slow down. He tightened his grip on her neck, keeping her exactly where he wanted her as he drove into her hard and fast.

Harry’s mind drifted briefly, piecing together how he’d ended up here. They’d been on the beach not long ago, enjoying the sun. Gabrielle had been between his legs, her mouth working on him with all the eagerness he’d come to expect from her. Fleur had been lying next to them, seemingly lost in her book.

That was until that guy had shown up.

Harry hadn’t heard all of it, but he’d caught enough—the way the man had talked to Fleur, the way he’d touched her without asking. Harry hadn’t even had a chance to react before Fleur had sent the guy packing, her tone ice-cold and cutting. She hadn’t said much after that, just grabbed Harry’s arm and told Gabrielle to stop.

“I need to speak with you,” she’d said flatly.

That “talk” had brought them here, and it didn’t take long for Fleur to make her intentions crystal clear. She’d shoved him onto the blanket, climbed on top of him, and started riding him like her life depended on it.

Now, she was bent over in front of him, her ass bouncing with every thrust as he drove into her harder. Fleur moaned, her fingers clawing at the blanket as her body trembled under his grip. Harry smirked, tightening his hold on her neck.

“Feeling better now, babe?”

Fleur gasped, her back arching as she tried to push back against him.

“Yes—yes, don’t stop!” she cried

Harry chuckled, leaning forward slightly. “You were pissed off, huh? Needed this to calm down?” His hand came down on her ass, the sharp smack making her yelp and clench around him.

Fleur’s screams reached a fever pitch, raw and desperate, echoing through the secluded cove. “Oui! Oui! Mon dieu! Oh, putain!” she wailed, her body trembling violently as Harry kept driving into her.

Her thighs shook uncontrollably, and then he felt it—a sudden rush of heat spilling over him. Wetness coated his cock and thighs, dripping down onto the blanket beneath them. She was quivering, shaking so hard she could barely stay upright, but he didn’t let her go. She let out another guttural wail, her head dropping forward, her arms giving way as her body pulsed around him. Harry could feel every convulsion, every tremor as she soaked him, her release spilling over in shuddering waves.

“Look at you,” Harry growled as he fucked her through the intensity. “So perfect, babe. That’s it—let it all out.”

Fleur collapsed onto the blanket, her body limp and trembling as soft, broken moans escaped her lips. She whimpered incoherently, her cries trailing off into gasps as Harry’s hands held her firmly in place, his hips still moving as he rode out every last pulse of her orgasm.

Harry’s body was coiled tight, anticipation singing in his veins as he positioned Fleur onto her back. Her flushed cheeks and dazed expression heightened his arousal, a smirk spreading across his face. Kneeling above her, he hovered briefly, and Fleur’s lips parted in silent invitation.

He didn’t hold back. With a guttural groan, Harry thrust into her warm, waiting mouth. Fleur’s throat clenched around him, her nails digging into his thighs as she held on tight. Her hands urged him closer, a silent demand for more.

He set a relentless pace, his hips moving fiercely as he claimed her mouth. Fleur choked and gagged, her eyes heavy with pleasure, never leaving his. Her plump lips, swollen and wrapped tight around him, sucked greedily.

“Take it, slut,” Harry growled, his voice hoarse with need. “Suck me dry.”

Her tongue teased and her lips slid, a personal invitation for his release. Fleur was his cumslut, and she was waiting.

Harry lost himself, his thrusts becoming frantic. His grip on her head tightened, guiding her to take him deeper. And then he came, hard, inside her throat, his release flooding out as Fleur swallowed every drop.

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The walk back to the house was quiet, with Harry lagging slightly behind Fleur and Gabrielle. He was exhausted, his body heavy, but in the best way.

As they reached the door, Fleur glanced back, her smile small but wicked. “You look spent, ‘Arry. Come, we’ll draw you a bath.”

“A bath?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow, though a grin tugged at his lips.

“Oui,” Gabrielle said, linking her arm with his. “A big one. For all of us.”

Harry chuckled but didn’t argue. By the time he flopped onto the couch, the faint sound of running water drifted through the house. Fleur appeared a few minutes later, beckoning him with a crook of her finger.

“It’s ready,” she said simply.

Harry stood, following her to the bathroom. Gabrielle leaned in the doorway, smirking. “Come on, ‘Arry,” she teased. “You’ve earned it.”

Inside, the warm steam hit him instantly, and he saw the oversized tub, bubbles threatening to spill over the edge. Fleur glanced back at him, her smirk still in place.

“Get in,” she said softly, stepping closer. “We’ll take care of you.”

Harry didn’t need to be told twice.