Breaking the Girl (Ch. 6) (Patreon)

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Breaking the Girl 

Chapter 6

Fleur woke at the crack of dawn, shaken from sleep by the same ache and tingling arousal that had plagued her since Harry had left her room the night before. She rolled over in her big, lonely bed and reached for Harry’s pillow, but it was cold and empty. Fleur frowned, propped herself up, and brushed the silvery hair from her face. She thought about the taste of his cock, the thick scent of their sex, and she pressed her thighs together as she remembered how he’d bent her over onto her hands and knees and fucked her until she screamed his name. Fleur’s pussy tingled badly. 

She’d sent him to Gabrielle’s room to seal the deal, but now the sun was rising, and he hadn’t come back. Fleur sat upright, and her bare breasts jiggled as she scowled at the closed door. The ache between her legs was worse than ever. Her entire body hummed with need, and Harry’s absence stung her pride. She huffed, snatched a silk robe from her dresser, and yanked it around her shoulders. Fleur went to the bathroom and freshened herself up. 

She paced the length of her bedroom for a few minutes, debating whether to go looking for Harry. Fleur finally decided she was being ridiculous. Gabrielle deserved her time to shine, and Harry was just being thorough. Fleur had told him to. But she would be damned if Gabrielle was going to take up his entire morning when her pussy was tingling with need and dripping down her inner thighs.

Fleur stormed down the hallway and stopped in front of Gabrielle’s door. She raised her fist to knock, but then heard a muffled moan from inside. Fleur smirked and slowly pushed open the door. She was immediately hit by the strong, heady scent of arousal. The room was humid with sex, and the air was thick and almost steamy. Fleur’s nose wrinkled, but she inhaled deeply, feeling her nipples harden through the thin silk of her robe.

Gabrielle’s room was a bit smaller than Fleur’s, but no less elegant. The canopied bed was draped in white lace, the walls were covered in pastel blue wallpaper, and a small writing desk stood in the corner. But nothing in the room could steal attention from the scene on the bed.

Gabrielle was spread out on her back, all her shyness gone. She was clutching the sheets in a death grip as Harry fucked her with slow, relentless thrusts. Her legs were spread wide and were quivering with every perverted squelch of her pussy. Her head was thrown back into the pillow. Her mouth hung open, and her breath came in shuddering gasps. Harry’s face was buried in the curve of Gabby’s neck, and his entire body flexed with each thrust. Fleur could see the muscles of his back and ass contract as he moved, and her fingers twitched with the urge to grab him and ride him right then and there.

Fleur crossed her arms over her chest and leaned casually against the doorframe. She watched as Gabrielle whimpered and arched her back, and Harry reached up to squeeze her breast. Fleur rolled her eyes. ‘She is such a drama queen,’ she thought. Fleur’s own cunt clenched, and her face flushed as she watched Harry’s cock disappear into Gabby’s wet depths.

Harry glanced over his shoulder and locked eyes with Fleur. He grinned cheekily. The bastard was arrogant and totally unashamed. He didn’t slow down. If anything, he thrust harder, as if putting on a show just for her. Fleur snorted in amusement. “Well, this is very rude,” she called out, her voice loud and clear. “I ‘ave been waiting for you all morning, ‘Arry.”

Gabrielle, who had seemed entirely lost in the pleasure, snapped back to reality at the sound of Fleur’s voice. Her eyes flew open, and they were wide and full of panic. Her cheeks went beet red, and her lips moved soundlessly as she tried to form words. Harry didn’t even pause. Instead, he shifted his angle slightly. Gabby’s eyes rolled up, and a cute little moan escaped her throat.

“ ‘Arry!” Gabby squeaked, never having felt so embarrassed in her entire life.

But Harry only smirked and kept going. “Good morning, Fleur,” he said, not bothering to hide the strain in his voice. “We’ll be done in a minute.”

“Will you?” Fleur lilted, her sexy French accent becoming thicker. “You ‘ave been fucking ‘er all night and all morning. It does not seem like you are ready to stop.”

“It’s not my fault she’s so tight,” Harry replied, and Gabrielle squeaked and tried to hide her face against his shoulder.

Fleur sauntered into the room, letting her robe drift open to reveal the swell of her breasts and the flat plane of her stomach. Harry’s eyes drifted down over her smooth, puffy mound and the taut, shining lips underneath. She stopped at the edge of the bed and looked down at her Gabrielle. Gabby hid her face under her hands, trembling as Harry continued to fuck her. Fleur saw the red handprints on Gabby’s hips where Harry held her too tightly, and she smiled with genuine fondness.

“Poor Gabby,” she crooned, her voice tender and teasing. “Is it too much for you?”

Gabrielle shook her head fiercely, but she couldn’t speak. Instead, she whimpered, and her entire body spasmed as another orgasm rolled through her. Harry groaned and slowed his pace, letting Gabby ride out the orgasm until she finally collapsed against the bed.

Fleur watched closely as Harry withdrew and flipped Gabby over onto her stomach. His cock was dripping wet and smeared with her thick, white pussy cream. Gabrielle squealed, but Harry ignored her, grabbed her hips, and slid back inside without hesitation. Gabby’s knuckles went white as she grabbed the pillow, biting the edge and moaning loudly. Fleur reached out and ran her hand down Gabby’s back, feeling the shuddering muscles and the hot sweat running down her spine.

“You are being so loud, Gabrielle. Someone will ‘ear you.” Fleur gently stroked her hair and pressed a kiss to her temple. “But you like it, don’t you? You like being fucked while I watch?”

Gabrielle wouldn’t answer, but Fleur saw the way her pussy clenched around Harry’s cock, and the way her entire body reacted to the humiliation and the pleasure. Fleur felt her own arousal spike, and she rubbed her thighs together, desperate for relief.

Harry was pounding into Gabrielle with long, deep thrusts now, and Gabby’s cries echoed off the walls. Fleur grinned, leaned in, and whispered, “Finish for me, ‘Arry. Make ‘er cum.”

He looked up with dark, lustful eyes. “Yes, ma’am,” he teased, and increased his tempo until Gabby was shrieking. The sound was so loud it made Fleur’s ears ring. Gabby orgasmed so violently that her legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the mattress, gasping for breath.

Harry pulled out and stroked himself, moaning as he came all over Gabby’s back and ass. Fleur brushed her fingers through the hot fluid, then licked them clean. Gabby looked up at her with a dazed, exhausted expression, yet she was glowing with happiness.

Fleur didn't even wait for the possibility of a polite invitation. She shrugged off her robe, letting it slide from her shoulders and puddle at her feet. She stood at the edge of the bed, completely naked. Her body practically shimmered in the pale morning sunlight. Her tits were large and perky, and they immediately grabbed his attention. They were soft and tipped with crinkled light pink nipples. They stood proudly on her chest, practically defying gravity. Her hips were wide and made to be gripped. Between her legs, the skin was perfectly smooth. Her mound was perfectly hairless, and her taut lips were already glistening with anticipation.

Fleur reached down and ran a finger along her slit. She popped it into her mouth, tasting her own arousal. Harry watched as she crawled onto the bed, and he knew each movement was calculated to show off her curves. Fleur nudged Gabrielle’s hand off his cock with a gentle push and straddled Harry’s lap, pinning his hips beneath her. His cock, still slick with Gabby’s juices, stood upright and ready.

She smirked down at him, and her silver hair fell over her bare shoulders like a silk curtain. “I ‘ope this little hussy ‘as not drained your cock dry, because I want a turn, too,” she said, her French-accented voice thick with lust.

Gabby’s eyes were huge. She watched, feeling both mortified and exhilarated, as Fleur wrapped her hand around Harry’s cock and squeezed. Fleur was rougher and more confident than Gabby. She pressed the head against her wet opening and dragged it up and down, letting it slip through her puffy lips. With each stroke, she smeared more of Gabby’s wetness over herself.

"You creamed all over it," Fleur said, glancing over at Gabrielle with a wicked, knowing smile. “It’s so slippery.”

Gabby squeaked and covered her face with her hands, but she peeked through her fingers, unable to look away.

Fleur tilted her hips and hovered for a moment, teasing both herself and Harry with just the tip. Then she slammed herself down, impaling her pussy and making both of them gasp. Fleur wasn't shy about the loud, obscene squelch her body made as it swallowed up every inch. She leaned forward, put her hands on Harry’s chest, and started to ride.

She rode with wild abandon. Fleur bounced up and down, grinding her hips in tight, desperate circles. Her tits bounced and jiggled, sometimes brushing against Harry’s face. He reached up to grab them and kneaded them together, running his thumbs over the hard, crinkled nipples. Fleur arched her back, thrust her tits at him, and pumped her hips even faster.

Harry couldn’t help but stare. Fleur was a goddess. Her skin glittered in the early-morning light, and her gorgeous blue eyes fluttered as she worked his thick cock. She threw her head back and moaned, which seemed to vibrate through the entire room.

Gabrielle, still lying on her stomach, watched the whole thing in a daze. She felt a strange, tight feeling in her own pussy. It was a mixture of jealousy and excitement. She bit her lip, wanting somehow to be involved.

Fleur was fucking Harry so hard that the bedframe rattled against the wall. She leaned down and kissed him, her tongue hungry and demanding. Harry’s hands slid up her back and tangled in her hair. He tried to keep up by thrusting up into her, but Fleur was relentless. She took everything she wanted.

Gabrielle whimpered when the tingle between her legs became too much to bear. She inched closer, drawn in by the raw intensity of the moment. She reached out and hesitantly touched Fleur’s hip, feeling the muscles tense and relax with every sway. Fleur glanced back over her shoulder, then grabbed Gabby's hand and pressed it to her bouncing tit.

“Don’t just watch,” Fleur growled. “ ’elp me, Gabby. You can touch.”

Gabrielle trembled as she cupped Fleur’s breast. Her skin was warm and soft against her shaking palm. Fleur moaned in approval and ground down harder on Harry’s cock, milking it with her pussy.

Harry’s hands moved from Fleur’s hips to Gabrielle’s face. He brushed the hair away from Gabby's eyes, then pulled her in for a kiss. At first, Gabby was shy, but Harry kissed her deeply, and Fleur’s hand held her there until she melted into it. Their tongues met, and she moaned into his mouth. Gabby’s heart hammered in her chest.

Harry broke the kiss only to gasp for breath as Fleur went even faster. Fleur’s hair whipped about her face, and her body slapped against his with a wet, furious rhythm. Fleur reached down and gripped his hair tightly as her pussy began to convulse. 

“ ‘Ow does it feel …” she panted, her French accent thickening. “... to fuck both of us in the same bed?” She didn’t even hear his answer. She was too busy riding him like she was trying to fracture his pelvis.

Gabrielle couldn’t resist anymore. She kissed Harry again, and her tongue greedily explored his mouth. Harry’s hands roamed over both their bodies, unable to get enough. Gabby squeezed Fleur’s tit, feeling it bounce in her grip. Fleur then grabbed her hand and slid it down to where her pussy swallowed Harry’s cock.

She stroked Fleur’s clit with gentle, trembling fingers, and Fleur shrieked. The sensation was too much, and Fleur's body bucked wildly.

“Oui, oui, oui! Just like that!” Fleur screamed, slamming herself down and grinding against Gabby’s hand. She was so close.

Harry was close, too. He felt his balls tighten, and his vision was going white around the edges. He clung to Fleur’s ass, pulling her down hard and burying himself to the hilt. Gabby’s fingers kept stroking, and Fleur’s orgasm hit her so hard she nearly collapsed. She cried out, and her whole body convulsed. Her pussy clamped down on Harry’s cock like a vice. 

The sight of Gabby playing with Fleur’s clit pushed Harry over the edge. He groaned and shot his load deep inside Fleur, filling her up until it overflowed and leaked out around the base. Fleur bucked her hips a few times, shuddered,  and then breathlessly collapsed onto Harry’s chest.

Gabrielle snuggled up beside them and pressed her flushed cheek against Harry’s shoulder. She stroked Fleur’s hair and blushed deeply. Fleur turned her head, and their lips met in an exhausted, happy kiss. Harry wrapped his arms around both of them, holding them close.

They lay together with Harry in the middle, all trying to catch their breath. Fleur was the first to move. She rolled off Harry and sprawled on her back, stretching lazily and smiling at the ceiling.

“That was wonderful,” Fleur said. “I cannot start the day without a large ‘elping of ‘Arry’s cock.”

Harry laughed, still panting. “You girls wore me out,” he stated.

Gabrielle smiled shyly and snuggled even closer. “I liked watching,” she quietly admitted. “And touching.”

Fleur reached out and stroked Gabby’s cheek with surprising gentleness. Gabby slightly leaned into the touch and blushed. “Next time, you can ride ‘im, and I’ll do the touching,” she said in a dreamy voice. Gabby blushed harder but didn’t say no. Harry couldn’t help but smirk. 

Breaking the Girl

Apolline stood by the window, slowly sipping her coffee. For a while, she simply watched the bees fussing in the lavender and the birds shuffling and chirping as they pecked the grass.

She shifted her eyes and found the girls walking the perimeter of the back lawn. Even at a distance, the contrast in their movements was striking. Fleur moved with an easy, elegant confidence. Her silver-blonde hair fluttered like a banner in the breeze. Gabrielle practically bounced on the balls of her feet with her arm twined through Fleur's in a clingy, puppyish way that would have embarrassed her a week ago. But now, Gabby laughed with open delight. Fleur snorted at something Gabby said, then pried herself loose and chased her through the herb beds. They tumbled into the grass together, shrieking and giggling. Gabby’s shrill laughs carried through the open window.

Apolline’s heart nearly burst with relief. For so long, Gabrielle had shied away from touch, from laughter, and from any of the physicality that came so naturally to Fleur. Now, somehow, some of that had changed. Apolline took a slow sip of her coffee as she thought about the man who had made the difference.

She heard the stairs creak behind her, and she knew exactly who was coming down them. She didn’t even try to mask her smile as she turned.

Harry looked barely awake. His hair stuck up in every direction, and an old T-shirt clung to his chest in a way that made his frame look both sturdy and panty-wettingly attractive. Apolline felt her pussy throb when she saw him. He mumbled a tired “Good morning,” but before he could reach for the coffee pot, Apolline intercepted him with a warm, loving grace.

“Did you sleep well, ‘Arry?” she asked, her eyes twinkling.

He gave her a sheepish, slightly lopsided grin. “I did, thanks. Fleur woke me up early because she and Gabby were going to walk into town to do some shopping. Have they left already?”

“No, they are still out back in the garden. The shops don’t open for another ‘alf an ‘our, so I imagine they will be leaving soon,” she replied. Her accent was strongest before noon, and she used it to her advantage. Her accent alone would make Harry’s cock hard. 

Harry glanced through the window and watched the girls scampering around. “Gabrielle seems … happy,” he said, as Gabby bent down and plucked a wildflower.

Apolline followed his gaze, set her mug aside, and moved closer. She pressed herself to him in an embrace that was somehow both casual and deeply intimate. Harry stiffened in surprise, but Apolline’s arms were persuasive, and she pulled him in until his chin rested atop her head. He breathed in the wonderful scent of her hair. Her large breasts, unencumbered by a bra beneath her thin, flowered dress, flattened warmly against his chest.

“I ‘ave not seen ‘er like this since … well … ever, I suppose,” she warmly explained. She pulled back and looked at him with bright, warm eyes. “You are good for them both, I think,” she said.

Harry's cheeks heated up, and he reflexively looked away. She caught his chin between her fingers and tilted his face back. She kissed him on the cheek and then the lips. She let her soft, full lips linger. “Merci,” she whispered. 

Apolline stepped back with a slight smirk. “I want to thank you properly, ‘Arry. You are up for a surprise gift, non?”

He blinked in bewilderment, but he nodded regardless. “Uh, sure?”

She linked her fingers with his and guided him out of the kitchen. They climbed the stairs together. Apolline’s hips swayed as she led him, and Harry’s eyes drifted straight to her wide ass. Apolline could feel his eyes on her ass and smirked. Her dress was scandalously short even by her own standards, and her pink thong was visible whenever the hem fluttered. At the landing, she paused, turned, and grinned at him. “You will love my gift,” she promised.

She led him into the master bedroom, which was a large, sun-flooded space that somehow managed to be both immaculate and inviting. The bed was made, but the sheets were slightly rumpled, and a half-read novel lay open on the side table. A crystal vase of fresh lilies scented the air. Apolline closed the door behind them and leaned against it, watching Harry with a mixture of amusement and predatory hunger.

“So what’s the, uh, gift?” Harry asked. He tried to sound confident but failed spectacularly.

Apolline’s answer was to slowly drop to her knees in front of him. She pressed her palms to the tops of his thighs, looked up at him with hooded, mischievous eyes, and began to unbuckle his belt. Harry’s hands hovered awkwardly at his sides.

“Wait …” he blurted out. “Fleur …”

Apolline silenced him with a finger against his lips. She then brushed it down his neck and chest with seductive softness. “Fleur knows,” she purred sultrily. “She gave me ‘er blessing to thank you. In fact, she insisted.” She punctuated this with a throaty laugh. “She is very accommodating.”

Harry’s protest dissolved as Apolline unbuttoned his jeans and tugged them down. His boxers bulged, and Apolline admired the outline of his cock with an appreciative stare. She slid her hands up his thighs, and her fingers dipped into the leg hole. The tips of her fingers brushed the side of his shaft, and Harry shivered.

She eased his boxers down, and his cock flopped out. It was already half-hard, and quickly thickening and rising under her gaze. Apolline let out a soft, delighted sigh. “Fleur did not exaggerate,” she murmured, more to herself than to him.

Apolline wrapped her fingers around the base and put her mouth to the tip. Her lips parted with almost a frustrating slowness. She ran her tongue around the head, tasting the bead of pre-cum, and then took him in until her face was pressed against his belly. Her throat worked expertly around the shaft, and Apolline immediately began bobbing her head at a slow and steady pace. 

Harry braced himself against the wall, staring down at Apolline’s head as it worked up and down on his cock. Her hair spilled over her shoulders like a waterfall. When she glanced up, her eyes were wide and glassy with lust.

She alternated between long, slow sucks that drew desperate moans from him, and quick, fluttering passes of her tongue along the ridged underside. She cupped his balls with her other hand and rolled them gently in her palm. She then used both hands to jerk the base of his cock while she sucked the head, stroking in perfect rhythm with her bobbing mouth.

Harry’s knees became weak, and he let out a strangled noise and tried to warn her. In response, Apolline just moaned harder and pressed in, taking him deeper until his tip nudged the back of her throat. When he was right at the edge, she suddenly pulled her mouth away and gripped his cock tightly in both hands.

She shimmied the top of her dress down, letting her tits spring free. They were even bigger than Fleur’s. They were round, heavy, and capped with large, pale pink nipples. She mashed them together, forming a soft, pillowy canyon, and nestled his cock between them. “Cum,” she purred in a breathy voice. “Cum all over me.”

He didn’t need telling twice. With a gasp, Harry came hard and sprayed Apolline’s tits and neck in thick, pearly streaks. Apolline giggled delightedly and continued to jerk his shaft, loving the sensation of his thick ropes globbing against her delicate skin. When his balls had been emptied, she stood up and kissed him on the lips. Her tongue darted in, and she moaned when Harry sucked on it. Harry’s hands slid under the back of her dress, and he squeezed her thick, luscious cheeks. It seemed that Apolline wasn’t done thanking him, and Harry was very eager to continue to be thanked by her.