NOVEL NEXT Chapter 7: Gabrielle, Apolline, Galatea
Galatea’s eyes flash with something undecipherable as she grins at him, and then she’s throwing her head back and letting out a wanton, husky cry as she squirts her pussy juices all over the faces of the two blondes trapped beneath her. Then, with an almost contemptuous casualness, she thrusts their heads away from her as she straightens up, letting go of their hair.
As the two gasping, panting witches are laid out there in front of him, Harry looks down and finally gets a good idea of just WHO Tea has ended up dominating while he was otherwise occupied. His eyes widen as he recognizes the blissed out faces as the mother and sister of the bride. Apolline Delacour and Gabrielle Delacour both lay there on the forest floor, their faces a mess and their dresses torn and in ruins.
“Tea… what have you done?”
When Galatea just raises an eyebrow at him in challenge, Harry is abruptly reminded just how dangerous the blonde alien is. If she wanted to, she could smear him across this entire forest in an instant with just one punch, more than likely. But… he refuses to back down. He refuses to show weakness.
Standing his ground, his head held high with his shoulders squared and his back straight, Harry stares Tea in the eye… until she finally smiles, glancing past him to where he’s left Ginny and Tonks passed out atop one another.
“What have I done? What have YOU done, Harry?”
Flushing a little bit, Harry squirms slightly at that. It’s one thing to stand up to Tea. It’s another entirely to be confronted about his loss of control. He’d straight up pounded Ginny and Tonks into the ground without hesitation, hadn’t he?
“They… they came to me.”
It’s a weak excuse, and judging by the wicked grin on Galatea’s face, his blonde lover thinks so too. Doesn’t stop her from shrugging her shoulders and stealing it though as she spreads her hands apart, gesturing down at both Apolline and Gabrielle at the same time.
“So did they.”
Harry’s incredulity must show on his face as he glances between the two blissed-out part-veela and Tea, because she lets out a maniacal little giggle and explains promptly. First, she gestures down to Apolline.
“This one took umbrage with the fact that I wore white to her daughter’s wedding. She tried to use magic to put me in my place, or at least I assume that was what the deep attraction I felt towards her was. In the end, I put her in hers.”
Then, she gestures to Gabrielle.
“This one took umbrage with the fact that I came to her sister’s wedding with YOU. Apparently, she’s the only one meant to be with you, and my very presence was an insult to her senses. She too tried to use some sort of magic on me… though it was much weaker than her mother’s. Either way, I put her in her place as well.”
By the time Tea is done with her explanation, Apolline and Gabrielle are finally recovering. The two French witches slowly come out of their momentary insensate states groaning as they crawl up from the forest floor. And then they see him, and Harry gets a blast of exactly what Galatea was talking about as the two part-veelas turn their allures on him full force.
“Harry! Fuck me instead of this stupid cunt! I’m so much better for you!”
“You! Mr. Potter, your date is incredibly rude! If I must take her insults out of your hide, I will! Get down on your knees and BEG for my mercy!”
As Harry is buffeted by the allure of two veelas, albeit one only a quarter-veela and the other half, Harry looks past them to see Galatea smirking easily, hands on her hips, watching to see how he’s going to handle this. Back in his Fourth Year, Harry’s run in with Fleur Delacour’s allure had been… intense to say the least.
But then to be fair, Fleur was an intensely beautiful woman. So were Gabrielle and Apolline though, especially now that Gabrielle was all grown up. And even in her advanced age, Apolline was simply… gorgeous. Like a fine wine rather than decrepit and old like most humans would have become. She doesn’t have a wrinkle on her face, looking more like Fleur and Gabrielle’s older sister than their mother.
That’s not stopping her from being a harridan about this whole situation, however. And yet… Harry isn’t quite the young man he used to be. He’s not that boy he was in his Fourth Year when he was forced into the Triwizard Tournament. He’s no longer the wizard who fell for Fleur’s allure. Galatea is right though, Apolline’s allure is much stronger than either Fleur’s or Gabrielle’s.
Slowly, Harry begins to approach Apolline. Gabrielle lets out a distressed whine when she realizes that his attention is fully on her mother, while the Delacour Matriarch herself smiles smugly. Both part-veelas seem entirely at home in their current states of dress, even with their dresses torn half off their bodies. Gabrielle’s pussy is still exposed even now, and one of Apolline’s full, gorgeous breasts is on display.
They look almost dangerous in a way, but as Harry comes to a stop in front of them both, staring Apolline Delacour in the eye… he does not kneel and beg her for her mercy as she’d demanded. Instead, his hand lashes out and slaps across her exposed titty, before subsequently grabbing onto her breast and giving it a good, hard squeeze right there on the spot.
Harry thinks he might understand veela allure a little better now. It makes it so easy to become infatuated with the veela in question. The attraction is incredibly strong. But for someone like Galatea who is used to just taking everything she wants… or someone like himself, who’s been conditioned to start taking whatever he wants… it’s more like catnip.
Apolline Delacour’s eyes go wide in surprise and no small amount of fright, while an involuntary and reluctant moan of ecstasy erupts from her lips. Her legs buckle as he casually plays with her exposed tit, but she’s not down for the count yet. Harry recognizes this though, and seeing the Delacour Matriarch rallying, he steps into her personal space fully.
His other hand comes up to her hair, where he laces his fingers through her silver blonde locks. Just as she’s opening those perfectly plump lips of hers in order to tell him off, Harry smashes his own mouth into hers and invades with his tongue. Their tongues end up wrestling with one another as he dominates her with that kiss while continuing to grope and squeeze her breast without pause or hesitation.
She doesn’t melt or anything like that. She doesn’t give in or submit THAT easily. But she does slowly begin to falter, even as he keeps her lips trapped against his, kissing and molesting her right then and there, showing her that he won’t back down, that he won’t be used against Tea. Certainly not by her, that’s for sure.
Off to the side, Gabrielle whimpers, but when Harry glances over with one eye, it’s to see the younger Delacour witch has been snatched up by an insatiable Galatea again. His alien lover is currently holding Gabrielle from behind, having torn the young part veela’s dress even further off her body. She’s molesting Gabrielle quite openly, playing with the French girl’s tits and cunt, while at the same time whispering sweet nothings into her ear.
Harry can’t quite hear what sort of things Tea is saying to Gabrielle but judging by the way BOTH of them are looking at him, he can guess that they’re quite, QUITE dirty and sexual in nature.
Finally, the young man pulls out of the kiss, oxygen taking precedent over continuing to assert his dominant claim over the older MILF. To her credit, however, Apolline STILL hasn’t broken at that point. Harry isn’t sure why he expected she would, but as he pulls back, so does she, her face contorting in anger as she glares daggers at him.
“How DARE-?!”
“H-Harry! Remind her of the life debt!”
Gabrielle’s shouted lusty words come crashing into the exchange with all of the subtlety of an atom bomb. Blinking owlishly, Harry watches as Apolline Delacour’s face goes white and she begins to tremble. At the same time, he feels a certain magic start to resonate in the air. A deep, ancient magic at that.
Glancing over to Gabrielle and Tea, it’s to find Tea grinning wickedly and Gabrielle blushing as she bites her lower lip, squirming in Galatea’s grip but to no avail.
“When you saved me back during the Triwizard Tournament and Fleur thanked you so profusely, I and my family accrued a life debt with your House, Harry! Use it!”
Was Gabrielle saying what he thought she was saying, albeit in that sexy French accent of hers? Looking back to Apolline and seeing just how stark white the Delacour Matriarch has become, Harry thinks she just might be. He thinks he might understand exactly what Gabrielle is giving him. It’s a Magical Trump Card. But wait, if that were the case, wouldn’t that mean he could…?
Harry very specifically does NOT look Galatea’s way at the moment. He pushes the sudden errant thought out of his mind and focuses instead on what’s happening in the here and now. He doesn’t FORGET though… and maybe, just maybe he’s suddenly come up with a way of handling his blonde lover if things continue down the path they have been. But in the meantime… he’s rock hard again. Apolline and Gabrielle’s arrival, along with everything that’s happened since, has brought him back to fully erect.
“M-Mr. Potter, we can t-talk about this like civilized beings I-I’m sure…”
Raising an eyebrow at that, Harry quirks the corner of his mouth up in a sardonic smile.
“What was it you said, Mademoiselle? Kneel and beg for mercy?”
A shudder runs through Apolline’s frame as the magic of the life debt her family owes to him thrums in the air. Her legs buckle, and this time the extraordinarily gorgeous half-veela drops to her knees, unable to stop herself it would seem. Harry promptly takes hold of his cock, which he’d never actually managed to get back into his pants after finishing with Ginny and Tonks and smacks it down across Apolline’s upturned face. He’s really not interested in hearing her beg for mercy, so he follows up with another order.
“Suck it.”
As Apolline Delacour takes him into her mouth, her eyes stormy and her expression unreadable, Harry lets out a pleased sigh. At the same time, a part of him is a little ashamed. Or maybe embarrassed? It really shouldn’t have come to this. All he’d wanted to do was save Hermione the embarrassment of making a mess of herself in front of everyone.
Perhaps he should have known better than to let Tea load the brunette witch up with all those toys before the wedding, but in all fairness, he’s not sure he could have stopped her if he tried. In the end though, one thing had led to another and a consensual hardcore fucking between him and Hermione had resulted in him fucking Luna Lovegood, Nymphadora Tonks, and Ginny Weasley.
And now here he was, leveraging a life debt from saving her daughter’s life against Apolline Delacour. Worst of all, he really can’t tell the half-veela MILF’s mood at this point. All he did was tell her to suck his cock… so why is she putting so much tongue into it? Perhaps it’s professional pride. Perhaps she’s more into this then she cares to admit. Or perhaps he’s reading way too much into this and she’s just doing what she has to in order to satisfy the life debt magic.
Either way, there’s no denying that Harry has gone from consensual sex between him and Hermione, to getting a rather dubiously consensual blowjob from Fleur’s mother. He should probably be feeling MORE shame to be honest, but instead… instead he just wants more. His hand comes down on the back of Apolline’s head and he begins to thrust into her mouth harder and faster, forcing her to deep-throat his cock. To her credit, she attempts to swallow and repress her gag reflex at first, but with him setting the pace of the ensuing face fucking, it’s all but impossible for her to do so. Noisy gagging quickly fills the clearing as Harry rams his cock forward again and again.
“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”
Either way, he doesn’t last long in her tight, convulsing throat before he’s groaning, throwing his head back, and cumming right down her esophagus. Apolline chokes and gags on his seed, which ultimately explodes out of her nostrils and the sides of her mouth as a result. By the time he’s done with her, the Delacour Matriarch sways on her knees when he pulls back, a cum bubble blowing out of one of her flaring nostrils as she gasps for air.
But that doesn’t mean Harry is done with her… far from it. Yanking her around by her silver-blonde locks, the wizard repositions Apolline on all fours, facing her away from him and tearing her dress completely off her body at this point with his other hand. This exposes her gorgeous pale hourglass figure and heart-shaped derriere, as well as the fact that she’s dripping wet down between her thicc pale thighs.
As he positions himself in order to take her, however, Gabrielle pipes up again from off to the side, whining in complaint.
“B-But why fuck her, Harry?! She’s just an old hag! I should be the first Delacour you fuck! I’ve saved my virginity for you all these years, j-just waiting for you to come and claim me as is your right by the life debt! P-Please, I want it so much more badly than she does!”
Even as Apolline stiffens in alarm beneath him at her daughter’s hungry, slutty tone, Harry looks over at where Gabrielle is still squirming in Tea’s grasp. He and his blonde alien lover exchange a simple look, and in that moment, Harry makes his decision as he shifts his gaze back to the quarter veela held in her grasp.
“I’ll get to you soon enough, Gabrielle.”
Taking that as her cue, Galatea spins Gabrielle around and forces her back to her knees, grinding the young veela’s face back into her cunt again in order to silence any further protests. At the same time, Harry turns his focus back onto Apolline and proceeds to line his cock up with her dripping, shivering cunt lips.
Before he penetrates her, he leans in close, curious in spite of himself.
“Nothing else to say, Madam Delacour?”
A shiver runs down Apolline’s spine, and she just hangs her head in silence, seemingly recognizing that she’s been beaten. He can’t even really feel her allure anymore… or if he can, it’s indistinguishable from his desire to fuck her, claim her, and make her his woman. With a lust-filled growl, Harry proceeds to penetrate Apolline Delacour from behind, his cock sliding right into her warm, wet snatch without issue.
At least, the first half anyways. It’s when Harry hits that halfway point that he starts to encounter resistance. Oh sure, Apolline was tight enough on the way in, but now… now she’s even tighter. For her part, the half-veela lets out a wanton moan, one with a surprised tint to it. Did she not expect him to go so deep? She knew how big his cock was, but perhaps there was a difference between knowing it and feeling it.
Grinning a bit, feeling a surge of confidence and satisfaction rush through her, Harry tightens up his hold on Apolline’s hair and reaches around with his other hand to grope and squeeze one of her breasts as he begins to fuck her even harder and faster from behind. Every thrust goes a little deeper, startling surprised squeaks and whimpers and mewls from the Delacour Matriarch. He fucks the MILF as deeply as he can, and soon enough his balls are slapping up against her clit as his cockhead rams into the cervix of her womb itself.
In response, Apolline Delacour squeals like a stuck pig. Where’s the mature, experienced woman he thought he was taking? Feeling another surge of something indescribable, Harry finds that he can’t help himself. The words spill out of his mouth before he can stop them.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’ve never had a cock as big as mine, Madam Delacour.”
Shuddering and trembling her way through yet another orgasm beneath him, Apolline hisses in anger at that, her French accent quite heavy in her response.
“Y-You’re fat cock m-might be large, but that means N-NOTHING!”
Her words might have had a greater effect if she hadn’t already cum around his member multiple times. Snorting derisively, Harry spares a glance over to the side and sees Tea still riding Gabrielle’s face to completion, the younger part veela unable to do anything but take it as she’s used and abused by his alien lover.
“I’m going to fuck your daughter after you, you know. She wants me to do it. She wants me to fuck her.”
Another shiver runs down Apolline’s spine.
“Y-You are a monster…”
That pisses Harry off, in all honesty. Snarling a bit, he tightens his grip on Apolline’s hair and fucks her even harder, while at the same time pinching and tweaking her nipple in a way that has the Delacour Matriarch crying out in wanton pleasure.
“I’m a monster, am I? You who tried to use your allure to force me to bow before you. Can you really tell me truthfully that you wouldn’t have demanded sexual favors from me if it had worked?”
Apolline’s silence is telling, and Harry feels vindicated, even as he continues to fuck her through yet another orgasm that finally gets an answer out of her, albeit not an intelligible one. Her strangled gurgling cry of ecstasy is all the answer he needs though. She might be putting on an agitated, irritated front, but he can tell how much she’s enjoying this.
But then, of course she is. Veela are inherently sexual creatures in the first place. The fact that Tea was able to dominate both Apolline and Gabrielle and bring them out here away from the wedding proved it. Otherwise they would have likely raised much more of a fuss and gotten her kicked out entirely. Luckily that hadn’t happened, but at the same time, it was starting to open his eyes to the kind of women that the Delacour ladies were.
With a lust-filled growl as the helpless Delacour Matriarch cums around his cock AGAIN, Harry decides he’s had enough of giving Apolline more pleasure than he’s getting. Abruptly, he yanks his cock out of Apolline’s cunt, and instead repositions himself, spreading her ass cheeks apart with one hand gripping one cheek, and applying his cockhead to her back door.
He’s half-expecting her to cry out in disgust, or wail at him that it’s the wrong hole. But while the MILF does stiffen up momentarily at feeling him pressing his pecker into her sphincter, she doesn’t seem all that surprised OR put out by the idea. In fact, her response, when it does come a moment later, is distinctly husky.
“You filthy, filthy MAN~”
Harry blinks at that but shrugs it off. He’s not going to let her confuse him out of his chosen course. With a growl, he thrusts into Apolline Delacour’s ass quite roughly, his cock nice and lubed up by both her throat and her pussy juices, but that’s it. There’s no other lubricant, and yet… it’s surprisingly easy, fucking her up the ass.
In fact, he’d say he encounters resistance in her bowels at around the same halfway point that he did with her cunt. As he begins butt-fucking her, he slowly has to push his way deeper in, but at the same time… Apolline is very clearly STILL moaning. There’s no yelps or squeals of pain, no cries for him to stop, no whines of agony.
It’s in that moment that Harry finally gets it. It doesn’t matter what hole he’s fucking. Apolline Delacour, Matriarch of the Delacour Family, is an unrepentant whore. Anal, vaginal, oral… she’s just a fucking whore!
Gritting his teeth, Harry still fucks her ass as hard as he can. But now… now he wants something from her. He wants her to admit it. So, he pulls on her hair all the harder, the makeshift ponytail fisted in his tightened, white-knuckled grip at this point, and pulls her head back while ramming his cock deeper and deeper into her clenching, squeezing, hungering anal passage.
“You fucking slut. You love this, don’t you?”
“N-No-ah!”
SMACK!
He spanks her hard for her lie and feels the way her ass tightens up around his cock as a result, a strangled cry leaving her lips.
“You love it. Admit it or I leave you lying face down in the dirt right now and go finish inside of your youngest daughter instead.”
Part of Harry isn’t sure where the hell this is coming from. This new Harry… he’s not sure he likes himself very much anymore. But at the same time, Apolline tried to mind whammy him with her allure. She tried to force his submission, so in a way, isn’t he in the right here?
His threat, whether it’s warranted or not, still does the job. Letting out a groan, Apolline trembles beneath him before finally giving in as he continues to butt-fuck her.
“F-Fine! I love it! I love y-your big fat C-COCK!”
A deep thrum of satisfaction courses through him and Harry grins wickedly as he keeps on plowing her anally. Once she starts, it’s like she can’t stop, the words spilling forth from her lips one after another.
“You’re so BIG! You’re so DEEP inside of me! I love it! I want more! I want you to keep fucking me! You’re better than my manservant, you’re so much LARGER than him!”
Harry was vaguely aware that Fleur and Gabrielle’s father was dead at this point. Otherwise Apolline wouldn’t be in charge of the Delacour Family. It explained a lot though, her mention of a ‘manservant’. A woman as sexually charged and aggressive as Apolline Delacour wouldn’t simply remain faithful to her dead husband. Of course she had a side piece. But it sounded like her side piece couldn’t give her what she truly needed. Not like Harry could.
… Honestly, having her confess, having her break on his cock, it takes some of the pleasure out of it. Not all of the pleasure, not by a long shot in fact, but Apolline loses a bit of her luster, now that he’s extracted her confession. He still pistons in and out of her ass for a while more, watching as she squeals and screams while creaming herself from the anal plundering, but when he finally feels his own release approaching, he’s honestly almost relieved.
With a grunt, Harry pulls out of Apolline’s squelching back door and proceeds to cover her pale ass and her entire body in his sticky, viscous, white seed. As he does so, she attempts to lever herself up on weak, trembling arms, only to slip and fall back down onto her face. Snorting contemptuously, he leaves her like that, even as he moves over to Gabrielle and Galatea.
Upon seeing his approach, Tea smirks at him almost challenging. Harry stares right back, stroking his cock pointedly. Perhaps there was some sort of tension between them. Perhaps there was some sort of power play at work here. But Harry refused to back down. He loved Tea; he was almost certain of that fact… but that didn’t mean he was blind to her faults.
In the end, Galatea pulls Gabrielle away from her cunt, leaving the part veela gasping and mewling for more right up until she’s spun around and brought face-to-cock with Harry’s big fucking bitch breaker of a member. He doesn’t quite slap it down across her face like he did her mother, but it’s damn near close, even as she goes cross-eyed looking at it, her tongue lolling out of her mouth and trying to reach it as she pulls at Tea’s ironclad grip.
Gabrielle Delacour doesn’t care that his cock has just finished ravaging all three of her mother’s holes. She doesn’t care that she’s currently being forced to submit by his date to her sister’s wedding. All the young woman truly cares about is getting fucked by him at this point. Is this what happens when you save a veela’s life during their formative years? Had Gabrielle latched onto him like some lewd baby chick and never let go?
“You said you saved your virginity for me, Gabrielle.”
Eyes flicking up to his expressionless face, Gabrielle nods earnestly.
“I d-did, Harry! All for you! My entire body has been a t-temple to your worship! I’ve never even kissed another boy!”
His cock twitches at that, and Harry has to admit there’s a part of him that’s aroused by her declaration. A temple in worship to himself. A beautiful young woman who’d saved herself for him for years. And the craziest thing was, as a quarter veela she had to have some of her mother’s nymphomania running through her. She had to be just as much of a slutty little whore, deep down inside.
And still she’d kept herself pure. For him. In the face of such devotion and adoration, Harry was honestly a little speechless. So rather than speak, he simply acts. Reaching out, he takes Gabrielle’s hair from Tea’s hand and his alien lover gives it to him, like she’s transferring ownership of the kneeling little slut over.
Harry then yanks Gabrielle up to her feet and pulls her into a deep, tongue-filled kiss. Galatea’s pussy juices stain her mouth and tongue, but he doesn’t mind that one bit, slurping them down even as he swaps spit with her, their tongues wrestling with one another. There’s none of the defiance in her that he got from Apolline though. Gabrielle wants this. She’s wanted this for a long, long time.
In that case, Harry would be a fool not to give it to her. And he’s no one’s fool. Reaching down, he grabs hold of Gabrielle’s pert, perky posterior with both hands and lifts the young part veela up into the air. She squeaks, but the noise is swallowed up by his lips as her limbs wrap around his waist and neck. She clings to him like a spider monkey, really.
She’s not quite the broodmare that her mother’s and sister’s looks make it clear she’s on the route to becoming, not yet. Apolline and Fleur Delacour are full grown women. Gabrielle still has a year or two before she can be considered the same. She still has some filling out to do, but that doesn’t make her any less beautiful in his eyes. It doesn’t make her any less desirable. She’s still unnaturally gorgeous, and while Harry knows that part of that is the weakened version of the allure that she’s blasting him with constantly, he still knows what he wants… and what he wants is Gabrielle Delacour, wrapped around his cock.
Turning to face her mother, Harry looks over Gabrielle’s shoulder down at Apolline, making eye contact with the woman as she lays there with her ass up in the air and her head turned in his direction. And then, right before her eyes, he lifts Gabrielle up and SLAMS her down onto his cock, taking the young part veela right there on the spot, splitting her sopping wet cunt open with his meaty member and claiming her virginity for himself.
Gabrielle lets out a sobbing cry as he tears through her hymen, but at the same time, there’s a wobbling moan attached to it as well. Her entire body shakes and shudders and it’s clear that even with the pain of losing her purity, the anticipation and build up combined with her earlier masturbation left her so on edge that she came immediately upon being penetrated.
Given she’s been fantasizing about this for years, Harry isn’t all that surprised. Still staring her mother in the eye, Harry begins to bounce Gabrielle on his cock, letting her bury her face in the crook of his neck as she muffles and stifles her cries and moans while he takes her in a standing fuck. Up and down she goes, her pussy dropping down his length again and again and again.
Harry doesn’t let up, not even for a moment. He doesn’t dare. Not only is this what he and Gabrielle both want, it’s an abject lesson to her whore of a mother. He will not be controlled. He will not be dominated. He refuses to surrender one ounce of himself to Apolline or anyone else. Her daughter is his, and so is she.
But maybe the lesson isn’t QUITE getting through to the older woman. The half of Apolline’s face turned in his direction that he can see right now is unreadable. He couldn’t say for sure whether that’s rage or lust in her gaze, truth be told. Maybe she needs more of a lesson in just who and what her daughter is now.
So, after fucking Gabrielle through a few muffled screaming orgasms, Harry pulls the young woman off of his cock. She whines and tries to cling to him as he does so, but he just delivers a stinging smack to her ass as a warning against disobeying, as well as gives her a stern glare that sees her submissively surrendering right then and there.
And so, Harry pulls her off of his cock and turns her around. Her bare feet hit the ground again, but she ends up standing on her tip toes, her back arched and her body bent at the waist as he digs his cock into her ass crack and up against her sphincter. Gasping, mewling, Gabrielle wiggles a little bit but doesn’t resist, despite Harry knowing for a fact that she’s got a LOT less anal experience then her mother.
As such, he takes her ass a little slower. No amount of anticipation or lubrication would make first time anal satisfying for Gabrielle if he went too fast at the start, after all. He’d be liable to hurt her, and for all that Harry is changing in ways he can’t comprehend, he still has no intention of physically harming Gabrielle in such a way.
Instead, pulling her head back by her hair and pulling one of her arms behind her back as well for good measure, Harry slowly but surely drills into Gabrielle’s ass, spreading and splitting her anal passage on his cock and using her pussy juices as lubricant all the way through.
As he starts butt fucking her, Harry leans forward and whispers a command into Gabrielle’s ear. Unlike Apolline, she doesn’t hesitate to follow it, not needing any sort of threat when the reward is so very juicy for her.
“M-Mommy!”
Her call is immediately met with a stiffening from Apolline, who looks up at her daughter with wide eyes.
“M-Mommy, he’s splitting me open!”
Harry just grins viciously as Gabrielle plays her role to a T, looking down at Apolline from over her daughter’s head as he fucks Gabrielle from behind, pounding into her ass again and again.
“He’s so BIG, mommy! Why didn’t you tell me how BIG it would be?!”
Gabrielle’s accusing tone causes a shudder of emotion to rush through Apolline, something like shame and humiliation and embarrassment crossing her face.
“I… I d-didn’t know…”
But Gabrielle doesn’t respond to Apolline’s helpless murmured confession. She just keeps on squealing as he plows her ass with his cock.
“It feels so good, mommy! It feels so GOOOOD! Oh fuck, oh MERLIN! Mommy, I think I’m an anal whore! I think your daughter is becoming addicted to ANAAAAAL!!!”
She really is milking it. All Harry did was whisper to Gabrielle that he wanted her to tell Apolline what was happening to her and how much she loved it. Everything else, that was all the young part veela herself coming up with more and more outlandish things to say. Not that Harry minded. Her comments have him throbbing, and with a few more thrusts, a grunt, and a loud drawn-out groan, Harry begins to cum in Gabrielle’s ass, much to her squealing delight.
“HE’S PUMPING MY ASS FULL OF HIS CUM, MOMMY! IT FEELS SO GOOD! AIIIIEEEEEEE!!!”
He’s not sure where the roleplay ends and the truth begins, because the way Gabrielle’s body is reacting to him seeding her bowels is… certainly quite orgasmic. Gabrielle spasms and shakes, her eyes rolling back in her skull and her tongue lolling out of her mouth as her own mother watches on. It gives Harry an idea, and while he initially balks at the thought, the longer he stares down at Apolline Delacour while buried in her youngest’s ass… the more he likes it.
And so, yanking his cock out of Gabrielle’s back door, he moves over to Apolline and kicks her in the hip, causing her to flop over onto her back. Then, he plops Gabrielle’s ass right down on the older woman’s face.
“Clean your daughter’s ass of my cum, Apolline Delacour.”
His order carries the weight of the life debt, and even if she didn’t want to, Apolline begins doing as she’s told. Harry, meanwhile, settles his cock between the Delacour Matriarch’s massive pale breasts and begins tit-fucking her, even as Gabrielle shrieks and squeals, riding her mother’s face. Her pussy is only inches from his dick as a result, and the entire time that Gabrielle is getting the tonguing of a lifetime, Harry’s cockhead is pressing into her cunt, just a couple of inches at a time, keeping her constantly on edge.
Which is good, because Harry has already decided he’s just getting started. A throaty chuckle reminds him of Tea’s presence as the blonde moves in, but Harry doesn’t stop his alien lover from joining in on the fun. Once more, Galatea brings Gabrielle’s mouth to her cunt, silencing the part veela’s orgasmic squeals as she forces her to eat her out yet again.
Sharing a look with Tea, Harry just nods and settles in for the long haul. He’s not done yet… not by a long shot.
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It was her big day, and now it’s her big night. Fleur Delacour, now Fleur Delacour-Weasley, is on top of the world. Her wedding had gone off without a hitch, though it was a little odd how her mother and sister had both disappeared during the reception. But it was fine, she was fine. It wasn’t like she was still a baby who needed her mama holding her hand the entire time or anything like that!
No, Fleur was a full-grown woman now, and the quarter-veela was all too eager to express that with her new husband. Maybe Bill Weasley wasn’t the finest catch possible, but he was all hers and nothing could change that. Besides, tonight was the first night of the rest of their marriage. Which meant all Fleur had to do was get Bill even more wrapped around her little finger than he already was, and it would be smooth sailing for the rest of time.
Given the relationship that his mother and father had, with Arthur Weasley being a total pushover and Molly Weasley always getting her way, Fleur really didn’t think it would be all that difficult to create the same dynamic between her and Bill, regardless of the wizard’s dangerous vocation as a Curse Breaker.
All of that started tonight though, with Fleur completely knocking Bill’s socks off in her extremely naughty, extremely racy lingerie set. Dressed to impress, Fleur makes her way to the bedroom door, intending to show Bill exactly what he was in for, for the rest of his life. As she comes out of the bathroom, all primped and ready for a night of amazing, mind-blowing sex (for him, she would settle for merely satisfying for herself) Fleur adopts a big, wide Cheshire-like grin on her face.
“Oh Bill, I-!”
In the midst of her sentence, she’s cut off by the sounds of sex already taking place in the room beyond. But that doesn’t make sense, does it? Completely baffled, Fleur finishes opening the bedroom door, only to see that it’s not her new hubby waiting for her beyond, but a scene straight out of an erotic nightmare. There, on the bed, is Harry James Potter, Savior of the Wizarding World. His date, that bitch who’d dared to wear white on Fleur’s wedding day, is naked and seated behind him, her stupidly impressive rack wrapped around Harry’s head as she gives him a reach around.
The cock she’s currently stroking up and down stops Fleur dead in her tracks, and she completely fails to notice the mulish, uncertain expression on Harry’s face, too busy staring at the biggest, fattest dick she’s ever laid her eyes on. Frozen in uncertainty and abject shock, Fleur doesn’t realize until it’s too late that it’s not just the two of them in the room waiting for her.
“Get her, girls.”
Bill is there too, knocked out over in the corner, but he’s unimportant. What is important is the sudden hands on her arms as her sister and mother, naked and coated in copious amounts of dried and drying cum, grab Fleur and begin to manhandle her towards the bed under the orders of Harry’s date, the blonde grinning wickedly as she continues to stroke her man’s member.
As the bride of the day shrieks and struggles in her family members’ arms… she actually doesn’t fight quite as hard as she probably should.
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