Of Veela and Wolves - Chapter 15

Harry and Fleur split off as they left the forest. It had been late after the task had finished and it was nearly midnight now. Their time together had gone longer than he had thought. Fleur headed to her carriage while he stayed on course to Hogwarts.

Daphne and Astoria waited for him at the door. Neither looked happy, though they showed it in different way. Daphne glared at him so hard he was worried she would set him on fire. Astoria looked like she had been crying.

The younger Greengrass sprinted toward him. She jumped as she got closer. On instinct Harry caught her in his arms. The girl started to rub herself against him to overpower the lingering scent of Fleur. She let out little growls when she caught a sniff. After a few moments she slipped out of his arms to reach his back.

Harry tried to be patient. Her song was even louder than Daphne now that he knew how to listen. He put a stop to it when she dropped down to start on his legs. Her eyes flashed gold as her nose got closer to his crotch. That was not something he wanted to deal with just yet. He lifted her up to her feel and pulled her into a hug. She wrapped her legs around his torso.

"Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine." Astoria muttered as she rubbed her face against his chest.

Daphne cleared her throat. Astoria huffed. She buried her face in his neck.

"Ours." Astoria said after a moment.

"I'm right here." Harry kissed her forehead. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Don't do that again." Astoria whimpered.

Harry stopped himself from saying anything. Astoria leaned back to meet his eyes. She was crying again.

"I love you both." He stroked her back. "You know that right now, but we can't have anything physical for a while. We're too young to have puppies."

"It's not just sex." Daphne growled. "We want your time. You've been around that bird so much that I can always smell you on her."

"Ok." Harry nodded. "I understand. I'm sorry. I didn't think you were interested in me like that."

Daphne rolled her eyes. Astoria snorted.

"Come on." Daphne shook her head. "Let's get you a bath. You smell like roasted chicken."

"I do not." Harry pouted.

"Yes, you do." Astoria added. "It's making me hungry."

"We better hurry then." Harry chuckled. "I've seen you hungry."

Harry scooped Astoria into a bridal carry. He looked at Daphne expectantly. She shook her head before she walked toward the school. It struck him as they took an unexpected turn in the courtyard that he had no idea where they were going. The Slytherin dorms were in the dungeon and Gryffindor was in a tower, but the path they took didn't lead to either. He trusted them, so he followed. It wasn't until they reached the fifth floor that he decided to speak up.

"Where are we going?" He asked.

"You need a bath." Daphne didn't look at him. "We are going to make sure you do it properly."

"W-What?" Harry stuttered.

"This is the prefects bath." Daphne stopped before a statue. "It has enough room for us to work."

"You want to take a bath with me?" Harry knew those words, but not in that order.

Astoria slipped out of his arms. She grabbed his hands and pulled him through the open door. The room beyond started with some shower stalls then stretched out to reveal a small swimming pool. Daphne already had the water turned on. He realized that the pool was actually the bathtub. It filled much faster than it should have. Magic was awesome. She expertly pulled the various levers along the edge. The fresh scent of soap filled the room as a veritable cloud of bubbles covered the water.

Harry felt his mouth go dry as Daphne started to strip out of her clothes.

"What are you doing?" Harry squeaked.

"We're taking a bath." She stated. Her tone made it clear she thought he was the one being strange. "I'm not going to ruin my clothes."

He turned to say something to Astoria to see that she had removed her clothes as well. Technically, he had already seen them both nude. Quick glimpses during or after they shifted from one form to the other. This was nothing like that.

Daphne was gorgeous. Astoria was cute. Both were sexy. He couldn't decide who he wanted to look at first, which meant he kept swapping back and forth. It took a couple cycles before he caught the smile on Astoria's face.

"What?" He asked.

"You need to take your clothes off, silly." Astoria teased.

She practically skipped over to a line of showers. Daphne joined her a moment later. Harry didn't argue. He stripped off his clothes. They had seen him naked before, under different circumstances in brief flashes. Those times he had done his best to minimize his exposure to them. He didn't want to come off as a creep.

Harry didn't both to cover himself or try to obscure their vision. He enjoyed the way their eyes devoured him. Two sisters scooted over without a word to make space for him. He closed his eyes and stepped into the warm shower.

"I thought we were taking a bath." Harry teased.

"In a shared bath." Daphne stated. "It is polite to wash yourself off before you get in the tub."

Harry groaned as he felt hands start to massage his back. The scent of the woods mingled with fresh rain washed over him. It was subtle but didn't fade. Some part of his mind realized that the scents were associated with their werewolf nature. The forest at night, freshly fallen rain, and the feel of the hunt. It was a distinct contrast to the scent that lingered around Fleur. Sunshine and honey to represent Fire and Air of her Veela nature.

Further thought halted as Daphne began to wash him as well. The sisters worked in silence but moved in complimenting ways. Harry was in a state of pure bliss. The massaged the soreness from his muscles that he had forgotten about. He had been sore for so long that it had become normal. Their fingers manipulated his muscles to looseness.

"Close your eyes." Daphne whispered.

Harry didn't question her. He moaned as she started to work soap through his hair. Her finger felt wonderful along his scalp. Astoria pressed herself against his back. He could feel her small breasts on his skin. Daphne was close, but not enough to touch.

He was too pleasure drunk to keep track of their hands. It wasn't until he felt a hand cup his sack that he started to pay attention again. Daphne stared back at him as he opened his eyes once more. Her hands massaged his neck and chest, which meant it was Astoria who had taken the next step.

His voice caught in his throat. He couldn't properly form words. Her delicate hands carefully, and thoroughly, soaped up his sack. There was a brief moment of respite before she turned her ministrations to his shaft.

"What?" He groaned. "What are you doing?"

"Getting rid of her scent." Astoria whispered in his ear.

Her breath along his skin made him shudder. It was the sudden kiss from Daphne that nearly knocked him off his feet. Astoria took advantage of his distraction and started to stroke him with purpose.

"You belong to us." Daphne leaned forward and bit his collar bone. "Just as we belong to you."

"Pack." Astoria cooed as she teased the ridge of his cockhead. "Mate."

"But…" Harry had to focus to get his thoughts in order. "It's too dangerous. There are people trying to kill me. Riddle and his minions."

"We're werewolves." Daphne kissed along his neck. Her teeth grazed his skin as she pulled away. "Our entire lives are going to be dangerous."

Harry was going to say something else. Honestly, he had an impressive argument to make. Then Daphne raked her teeth along one of his nipples as Astoria started to stroke again. The combined sensations were too much. He leaned his head back and let out a moan that was almost a howl. His sack tightened as his cock lurched in Astoria's deft hand. Harry felt his hips rock in time with her strokes on their own accord.

"Thank you, Harry." Astoria whispered as he shot ropes of cum on Daphne's stomach.

"Thank you?" His head was spinning.

Daphne scooped up a bit of his fresh cum with a finger. She met his eyes as she put it in her mouth.

"Yes." Daphne growled. "Thank you."

Harry didn't understand. He could figure it out later.

"Let's get into the tub." Astoria squeezed along his shaft to make sure to milk out the last bit of his seed. "We're not done yet."