Not that the gorgeous woman could be said to be in her twilight years. Even as old as she now was, Madam Apolline Delacour was in no way… decrepit. Magic had a way of restraining the aging process, and for someone like her, both a witch and a veela, well… there was practically no aging at all. Even now, Apolline could have passed for Fleur's older sister, rather than her mother.
The muggles would have called her a cougar. Her body had held up perfectly well despite the years, and the most she had in the form of true aging were the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes from all the smiling in her life. Beyond that, the veela woman still had quite a kick-ass, smoking bod, with large perky tits and wide hips connected to an ass and legs that just would not quit. She had lived a good long while, and she would live a good long while more.
Regardless, Fleur choosing to raise her daughter in England had led to them drifting apart, just a little bit. Magical Britain was not Apolline's favorite place to be, and even for family, she couldn't quite bring herself to spend much time there. She went for the important events of course and was more than happy to entertain Fleur and Victoire at her home in France whenever they liked. Unfortunately, thanks to the falling out that had occurred between Fleur and Gabrielle, the amount that Fleur traveled to France these days had increased significantly.
Needless to say, when Apolline heard that her daughters had made up, she was frankly ecstatic. And when Fleur had asked if they could come for a visit, well, Apolline had been all too happy to accept. Though, if she was being honest with herself (which to be fair, she tried her best never to be) the one that the Delacour Matriarch was really looking forward to seeing was Harry James Potter.
Her husband, Monsieur Delacour, had died near the end of the Dark Lord's second rise, when he and his Death Eaters were trying to make inroads on the mainland and begun targeting important, influential figures that didn't agree with their ideology across Europe. The man she'd married had been an unfortunate casualty in the final days of Voldemort's War, if it could even be called that. A completely senseless death too, given that it was less than a week later that the Battle of Hogwarts saw Harry defeating Voldemort.
Not that Apolline blamed Harry for being too slow or anything like that. Quite the contrary, she still despised the fact that a boy like him had had to step up to deal with Voldemort in the first place. And not even the first time, but for the umpteenth time, if what her daughters had told her was to be believed. Harry had spent his entire life suffering because of Voldemort, and he'd spent much of his years at Hogwarts fighting the Dark Lord off.
It was admirable, and if anything, Apolline admired Harry Potter for securing her revenge against the despicable fiend that had ordered her husband's death, more than anything else. Apolline had taken care of the Death Eater who'd actually done the deed of poisoning the man she married. Not that anyone would ever know that. Truth be told, it was more out of obligation than anything else.
She had never hated her husband. But there was nothing romantic about their relationship. Theirs was more of a companionship than anything else, a marriage of convenience. It helped that he was a good man, a good wizard. He'd done what he could to build their society into one of peace and tolerance and general happiness.
But she'd never been truly sexually satisfied with him, and after Fleur and Gabrielle, she rather thought he'd realized that, because they'd begun sleeping in separate beds. He would take a maid or two into his chambers, she would have her way with the cook or his assistant (or on rare occasions, both) and they were each happy with that arrangement.
Not that even those men could truly satisfy her. There was no denying that her husband had gotten the better end of their mutual extramarital affairs, not that Apolline had ever begrudged him his happiness. A man deserved to be with a woman that he could satisfy in bed, that he could be content with, that he could measure himself against and not be found wanting.
Apolline, personally, had all but given up on finding someone who was able to keep up with her in bed. But then, to her surprise, she'd met the one man who could… but also the one man that she'd likely never get to have. The Delacour Matriarch had never been a fan of Bill Weasley. The man was a scoundrel, even if he hid it behind roguish charm. He could not be relied upon, but to have him betray her daughter as he did?
She would have hunted him down herself for abandoning her little princess, if not for Fleur stepping in. Her daughter had calmed her down and then introduced her to Harry, who had already stepped in to help raise Victoire without a single expectation of payment or reciprocation. Apolline had just stepped back and watched.
Throughout the years, she'd seen how much Harry cared for her family, for the Delacour women, despite having no obligation to. Admittedly, that made her incredibly fond of him. Of course, there was also the good looks… and the power. Harry's attractive nature wasn't just about how handsome he was, though she could admit that playing Quidditch professionally had built on what was already there, and over the years he'd gone from a young man to a distinguished gentleman, a lean form and an always present smile and… well, that wasn't all. Yes, he was handsome. But he was also strong.
She'd felt his magic; the first time Fleur introduced the two of them. She'd felt his magic, and she'd known that her daughter had found something special in this one, because there was no denying that Harry James Potter was powerful. He was strong… and yet, he did not have any ambitions of taking power. He wasn't trying to conquer the world as the next up and coming Dark Lord, he wasn't trying to guide the direction of his fellow witches and wizards from the shadows like another Albus Dumbledore.
For all his power, Harry seemed perfectly happy doing what he had been doing. Playing Quidditch and raising Victoire right alongside Fleur. He was content with what he had, happy to be a father to Apolline's granddaughter, happy to fly as Seeker for a Professional Quidditch Team. And… happy to be whatever he was to Fleur, as well.
Every bit of her veela side screamed at Apolline to jump Harry's bones, and that was half the reason she avoided seeing her daughter and granddaughter too much, if she was being perfectly honest. As much as a contradiction as it was, Apolline knew her longing for Harry Potter was not right. She couldn't betray Fleur like that, and she'd already seen how it created a schism between her two baby girls. Fleur would react poorly if Apolline made a move, but if she actually got anywhere, that would be a shadow of the reaction that would come from dear Gabrielle.
Her youngest daughter had longed for Harry for so long, ever since that ill-conceived, idiotic tournament that Hogwarts had hosted. Ever since they'd taken her child without her consent and put her at the bottom of the lake, to force her other child to retrieve her, making her think the stakes were higher than they truly were. Thinking about THAT still made Apolline unaccountably furious, her nostrils flaring, and her lips thinned out.
Regardless, out of respect for Fleur, Apolline had held back and never made a move. Her eldest and Harry may never have married or even come out to the public as a couple, but Apolline knew how to read between the lines. And she was veela, so the old-fashioned standards didn't really apply to her thinking. She wasn't going to go all fire and brimstone on her daughter or the man who'd raised her granddaughter, just because they hadn't made it official.
No, she would simply be happy for them, and out of respect for both Fleur and Gabrielle, and especially out of respect for their newly repaired relationship, Apolline intended for this dinner to be no different. She would not so much as glance at Harry Potter the wrong way. Though… it couldn't hurt to bask in his magic just a bit, right? She could enjoy that much as they were all eating together. It was unavoidable, as far as Apolline was concerned. Just being in the same room as the wizard made it all but impossible to ignore his presence.
Still, she would try to keep her salivating to a minimum, for Fleur's sake. No point in being rude, after all.
"Madam Delacour. Your guests have arrived."
Abruptly pulled from her inner thoughts, Apolline blinks and looks up to see a maid with her hands clasped in front of her and her head bowed. Rising from her seat, the gorgeous GILF just smiles and nods.
"Thank you. I shall go to meet with them."
"As you say, Madam."
The maid escorts her to the foyer of the large mansion, where she finds Fleur and Harry already waiting for her.
"Fleur! Harry! It's been too long, come here!"
She hugs her daughter first, of course, and they exchange a chaste kiss before Apolline pulls away to look towards Harry with a smile. She tries to keep things from being too intimate, but when she moves to kiss Harry on the cheeks, his hands slide along her hips and he pulls her into a hug, her breasts smooshing up against his chest and his hands lingering for just a bit too long on her ass.
Apolline manages to swallow her initial reaction, which would have been a breathy gasp, but even when they pull apart, she glances over at her daughter to gauge her reaction. It's not that Apolline herself minds one bit. She likes that even young wizards can appreciate her gorgeous, unaging form. But she likes it even more so because the appreciation is coming from Harry.
Still, she doesn't want to upset her daughter. Luckily, Fleur doesn't seem to notice anything untoward, and Apolline is quick to turn the subject to something else.
"No Gabrielle? No Victoire?"
Here, Fleur smiles and shakes her head.
"Not tonight, mama. Victoire and Gabrielle are catching up right now. I have to admit, in my selfishness, I kept them apart for far too long. So, the two are having a bit of a holiday, and getting some aunt-niece bonding in. It'll just be the three of us tonight… unless you found a special someone and haven't told me about him?"
Apolline just laughs at her daughter's lifted brow and curious smile and waves a hand.
"Oh, shush you, you know I would have. There's nobody… mm, it'll just be the three of us. Come along."
She leads them into the dining room, where the table is shrunk down so that it better fits the three of them. While it could have been long enough to host an entire party of twenty people easily, that wasn't the point of this small family dinner. Once they all sit, Apolline has the first course brought out, and then immediately begins to ask Fleur all sorts of questions about what she's been up to. She includes Harry as best she can as well, but she doesn't want it to seem like she's giving him any undue attention.
However, that quickly becomes a problem, because while Apolline might not be giving HARRY any unwarranted attention, that doesn't mean he's doing the same for her. It starts with nothing more than his foot nudging hers. She doesn't think anything of it, at first. She simply pulls back her foot, assuming that she let it get too far out.
But then his foot brushes against her shin, running along the inside of her leg. Fleur is in the middle of answering one of her questions, so Apolline takes the moment to look over at Harry questioningly, but he just smiles back at her. She's ashamed to admit it, especially given her age and maturity, but the gorgeous older woman blushes in that moment, and tries to focus on her food and her daughter's voice.
Harry doesn't let up though. Admittedly, Apolline is shocked. She hasn't had a man be so forward with her in… well, ever. All her life, she's been a woman of high society, to be blunt. Her mother, Fleur's grandmother and a full veela, had married into France's magic nobility long ago, and Apolline had been the product of that marriage.
She'd been raised protected and sheltered by her mother and father, as if she was made of fine crystal, untouchable and altogether unapproachable. Her marriage to her dead husband had been an arranged one, and while they'd obviously had sex in order to make Fleur and Gabrielle, and Apolline had had plenty of sexual encounters since then… they'd always been ones initiated by her. She was a noblewoman after all, she was Madam Delacour.
Men might have lusted after her, but who in their right mind would think themselves worthy of her? It may have played a part in why she was always left so… dissatisfied. Even when she was picky, even when she thought she'd gotten the cream of the crop and drawn them to her bed, they still seemed to go into things as if they had to be deferential to her, or as if they had to treat her like a fragile porcelain doll that might break at any moment.
No one had ever played… footsy with her beneath a dining table before, not like Harry was doing now. And as things go on, as the dinner continues and Apolline continues to have course after course brought out, he gets more and more adventurous with her. His foot goes from her leg up to her thigh, and from her thigh to that special place, pressing into her crotch.
She could have closed up and kept him from going that far, she could have rebuked him without her daughter ever being any wiser just by closing her legs shut quite tightly. But Apolline doesn't do that. The penetrating stare Harry is giving her pierces to her very core, and she feels so very hot. To compensate, the gorgeous veela woman drinks more wine than is probably advised, cleansing her dry mouth and slowly intoxicating herself, even as she enjoys Harry's touch, more and more.
Sometimes he grinds the ball of his foot into her cunt. Sometimes, he prods at it with his toes. He never does any one thing for long, always changing it up as he all but fingers her beneath the table. The thought makes Apolline's breath hitch. If she were sitting next to him, would he be fingering her right now? She's not sure she would have been able to keep her composure, if that were the case.
As it is, it's still a close thing right now. Fleur is talking about this and that, and Apolline is grateful for her daughter's ability to carry a dinner conversation, because she's long since run out of questions for the younger woman. Or more precisely, she's just run out of focus with which to ask those questions. She's barely hanging on at this point, though at least the food, as delicious as always, is one distraction.
But even that cannot last forever. The final course, dessert, finally arrives, and once that's eaten and gone, the dinner is over.
"Shall we retire to the parlor, Mother? Harry and I had something to discuss with you in private, if you don't mind."
Harry's foot finally pulls away, causing Apolline to jolt in it's sudden absence. Licking her lips and visibly collecting herself, the Matriarch of the Delacour Family offers her eldest daughter a wan smile.
"That sounds lovely, my dear. Let's… let's be off, then."
She has to catch herself on the dining table when she first stands up, her legs wobbly. Luckily, neither Harry nor Fleur comment on this, so they must not have noticed. Regardless, once she's confident that she won't collapse, the immensely aroused veela GILF pushes off the table and makes her way out of the room. On the way to the parlor, she grabs the first maid she sees by the arm.
"My daughter, her friend and I are not to be disturbed under any circumstances. Make sure that the staff knows as much. I will not take kindly to eavesdropping."
The maid nods with wide-eyes, and Apolline smiles, applying a touch of allure to make sure that the young woman will carry out her instructions to the letter. Perhaps it was wrong of her to only hire women who were attracted to other women, and men who were also attracted to women, solely so that her allure would work on all of them. But what they didn't know couldn't hurt them, and it wasn't like she took advantage of her staff or anything like that. Besides, they were paid exceptionally well for their services.
Regardless, having secured their privacy, Apolline leads Fleur and Harry into the parlor, where she breaks out another bottle of wine and pours them all glasses before perching on the edge of an armchair as her daughter and the most powerful wizard Apolline has ever had the pleasure of meeting sit down on the couch across from her.
Even now, she's undeniably wet. Harry's little game back at dinner had affected her more than Apolline cared to admit. But she wouldn't let that break her. She had no intention of trying to steal what belonged to her daughter. After all, it wouldn't be a fair fight. Fleur stood no chance against her mother when it came to seduction and lovemaking.
There's a moment of comfortable silence, and then Harry speaks up.
"Madam Delacour, pardon my asking, but have you been sexually satisfied lately?"
Apolline nearly chokes on her wine, sputtering a bit at the incredibly brazen question. And yet, when she looks at him, the wizard doesn't even seem remotely sheepish. His emerald green eyes are glittering and he's staring at her in the same way that he was throughout most of dinner. Swallowing thickly, Apolline glances over at her daughter, but if Fleur is upset by the question, she's certainly not showing it. The younger woman is just smiling as she sips from her wine glass, also watching her mother, as if she actually expects her to answer that.
"I… I honestly couldn't tell you."
It's a deflection, rather than a reprimand. She's too flustered, too aroused, too fucking horny and altogether too caught off guard to really muster her anger. It doesn't help that no anger exists. If any other man had asked her such a thing in front of her daughter, it wouldn't have mattered how handsome he was, she would have been quite upset. But this is Harry Potter. And she's… she's not sure what's going on right now, or how she feels.
Unfortunately, her deflection does not work, and Harry is most certainly not letting this go.
"Come now, Madam Delacour. We're all friends here. I think you do know the answer to my question. It doesn't have to be anything exact either. Lately can mean anywhere from a month to a year. But I think we both know that for you, lately is a lot longer. I think you haven't been satisfied sexually in quite a long time indeed."
Apolline goes for the wine, not sure what else to do. She swallows it down, hoping it might give her some liquid courage and perhaps even an idea… but in the end, all it does is compound her growing drunkenness, loosening her tongue.
"I… I have not, no. W-Why do you ask?"
Harry just smiles mysteriously, before leaning back on the couch. It's Fleur that steps in instead, turning Apolline's head in her older daughter's direction as the other French witch leans forward with a wicked smile on her face, dispensing with the niceties and the politeness of her upbringing.
"Harry is an excellent lover, mother. He's amazing. And I'm more than willing to share him with you. Mm, but I find I can't just wait any longer. Watching him tease you all throughout dinner… he might as well have been teasing me. Feel free to join me, but I need this so badly."
And then her eldest daughter, her firstborn child… slips off of the couch right then and there and crawls between Harry's legs. The powerful wizard spreads his legs apart for her without ever taking his eyes off of Apolline, and the Delacour Matriarch watches as Fleur unbuckles Harry's belt, unzips his trousers, and pulls out his cock.
The younger veela moans and mewls as she takes his gorgeous phallic organ into her hands and begins to stroke it. She stares at it like it's her lover, rather than Harry himself, as if she means to worship it. And a moment later, she opens her mouth, slips out her tongue, and begins to do exactly that. Apolline doesn't know what else one would call lavishing Harry's bell end with such praise, rather than worship.
Shocked, Apolline just sits there for a moment, frozen in place. There are a number of things she could be doing or saying in this moment. There are probably a number of things she SHOULD be doing or saying in this moment. Fleur is her daughter. She shouldn't be… she shouldn't be acting this way in front of her, for one. While Apolline was fine with her and Harry having a relationship outside of marriage or even a public announcement that they were a couple, this should have been a step too far.
Fleur couldn't honestly expect her to get down on her knees beside the younger veela and start… start using her mouth on Harry's phallus, just like that. It would be incredibly uncouth, and Apolline had been raised better than that. She was a woman of high society, and more than that, she was a veela, proud of her heritage and not willing to just debase herself for sexual gratification.
At least, she was supposed to be. And yet, Apolline doesn't denounce her daughter, or tell her off for being such a lewd woman. She doesn't scream at Fleur, or leave the room, or kick the two out of her home. She doesn't call for the butler to remove them from the premise. Instead, the Delacour Matriarch sits and stares, watching as her eldest daughter all but attacks the large, thick cock in front of her face with a gusto that Apolline has never witnessed before. In truth… Apolline has never given head before to begin with.
The few times that she shared her bed with two men, it was so that they could take both of her lower holes at the same time. The closest she'd ever gotten to sexual gratification was when her ass and her cunt were both filled up with delicious, thick cocks at the exact same time. But never had Apolline let a single one of those cocks near her mouth. Never had she so much as taken one between her lips.
And yet… and yet, slowly, the Delacour Matriarch finds herself slipping off of the edge of her chair and onto her knees as well. She crawls forward, blushing up a storm as every time she glances at Harry's face, he's just smiling at her, those emerald eyes of hers seemingly all-knowing. His magic caresses her in a way Apolline just can't get enough of, and she shivers and shudders as her pussy juices flow between her thighs.
At the same time, she finally comes to a stop at her daughter's side. Fleur pulls back after noticing her, and with a smile, offers Harry's cock up to her mother. The gorgeous older woman bites her lower lip for a moment, and then leans in to begin licking and lapping at Harry's cock. She has no idea what she's doing of course. Her tongue writhes this way and that across his bell end, and Harry's brow raises as Apolline gives it her best but comes across as entirely inexperienced. Eventually, Fleur frowns.
"Let me help you, mother. If you're going to suck Harry off, you're going to do it right."
Her daughter's tone sends a jolt through Apolline. She's never heard Fleur sound so… domineering. And yet, at the same time, she agrees with the younger veela. She wants to do it right. She wants to make Harry happy. The desire to please him, to satisfy him… it's overriding a number of Apolline Delacour's higher brain processes. As Fleur slides her fingers into the back of her mother's silver-blonde lush locks, gripping tightly and guiding Apolline down, she speaks in a chiding, instructing voice.
"Open up, mother. You have to take him between your lips. There you go, just like that…"
She's being very condescending, and under normal circumstances, Apolline would be having none of it. But as she opens wide and Harry's absurdly thick phallus slips into her mouth and past her lips, she can't really protest Fleur's tone. Mostly because she's too focused on following the younger veela's instructions to do so. Fleur proceeds to teach Apolline how to properly give head to a well-hung wizard like Harry Potter, forcing her to bob up and down on his cock, and even guiding one of her mother's hands to his balls so that she can properly massage and knead his nut sack as she sucks him off.
Apolline follows every instruction she's given, of course. She wants to make Harry happy. She wants to please him. Her eyes water a bit as the tip of his member hits the back of her throat, but even if her instinct is to pull back so she avoids gagging, Fleur isn't letting her.
"You have to learn, mother. This is part of that. Keep going."
Slowly but surely, Apolline finds out that no, fellatio doesn't end at the back of the throat. It keeps going. As Fleur forces more and more of Harry's cock into her mother's throat, the older veela gurgles and chokes on it, her eyes watering up and slobber and saliva dripping from her lower lip. But she doesn't give up. She assumes that her daughter is the expert here, and she has no intention of letting either Fleur or Harry down. Now that she's in… she's not giving up.
"Hulghk… Hulghk… Hulghk…"
It takes a while. A few false starts, more than once pulling back to get some air… but in the end, Apolline Delacour's lips touch the base of a cock for the first time in the gorgeous GILF's life, her nostrils flaring and her teary eyes blinking rapidly as she goes cross-eyed just looking at the cock currently impaled in her throat.
"Hold it, mother… hold it…"
Fleur keeps her steady with the hand on the back of her head, and she makes Apolline hold sit for a full five count before finally letting the older woman pull back again. The French witch coughs and chokes as she comes off of Harry's cock, the sudden absence of his massive meaty rod from her throat actually more of a problem than it being in there, now that it's gone.
But all the same, Fleur pulls her hand free of Apolline's hair and giggles into her ear.
"That was really good, mama. You can keep going now. Show Harry what you're made of, all on your own."
Apolline's eyes flash up to Harry's face. His own emerald gaze stares back down at her, both approvingly and challengingly. Never one to back down easily, the older veela begins to bob up and down on Harry's cock, this time of her on volition, sucking him off and slurping at his dick nonstop. Fleur, meanwhile, now that her hands are free, is getting a bit more… adventurous.
The Delacour Matriarch lets out a muffled yelp when Fleur abruptly pulls her low-cut dress down off of her shoulders and lets her massive breasts fall from their confines. Her tits bounce and jiggle as they hang in the air beneath her, but Fleur doesn't let them remain unmolested for long, taking hold of her mother's large mammaries and groping them to her heart's content.
"You've got an even bigger pair than me, mother… mm, it's nice to know we never stop growing, hehe. Ooh, and there it is… your lactating."
Apolline blinks, before realizing Fleur is right. She IS lactating… but that's not something that's ever happened to her before, outside of pregnancy. Her mother had once told her that a veela will lactate when they're aroused, but Apolline had always assumed she simply couldn't because she wasn't a full veela. And yet, she could feel the warm liquid spraying from her tits at this point, could feel it even as her daughter groped and squeezed her breasts.
Abruptly, Fleur is pulling her back off of Harry's cock.
"I have a better idea for what we can do for Harry. Stick with me, mama."
Her eldest daughter quickly rearranges them, so that they're side by side, rather than Apolline taking up the front and center spot any longer. And she's no longer got Harry's cock in her mouth, either, because now Fleur has their tits wrapped around the base of his massive member instead, smiling wickedly as she shows Apolline how to give a proper titjob.
This too is something that the older veela has never done before. She's had men worship her breasts, but never has she used her breasts to worship a man like this. And yet… it's undeniably the hotter of the two experiences, if nothing else then because both she and Fleur are lactating, showing that each of them is aroused beyond belief at this point.
Of course, by now Harry has been pleasured more than enough in several ways. It's only a few minutes into the dual mother-daughter titjob that he groans and tilts his head back, causing Fleur to perk up and jump into action.
"Here it comes, mother!"
And then Harry is cumming, and it's everywhere, and all Apolline can do is watch, eyes wide, as his seed sprays across her face and tits, along with her daughter's. She's never… she's never had any man cum any place except inside. Needless to say, today is a day of firsts for Madam Apolline Delacour, as Harry facializes both her and her daughter quite liberally. In the end, she's left so shocked and in such a stupor that she's barely cognizant of what's happening next.
Before she knows it, Apolline finds herself kneeling on the couch, bent over the back of it. A pair of masculine hands connected to the most intoxicating, delicious source of magic she's ever felt are groping and squeezing her ass. Meanwhile, her topless daughter is in front of her on the other side of the couch, holding her by her hair and kissing and licking her face clean of cum. Apolline moans, finding herself instinctively responding by doing the same to Fleur. Her daughter tastes delicious… or perhaps that's just Harry's seed.
Regardless, distracted as she is, the gorgeous bombshell of a veela is completely unsuspecting of what's coming next, right up until Harry thrusts his cock up inside of her, penetrating her from behind and packing her cunt full of man meat right from the very first thrust. Apolline's eyes go wide and her mouth drops open for a moment, allowing Fleur to stick her tongue right inside and French kiss the hell out of her mother as she swallows up the older woman's moans.
Apolline has never had a cock as big as Harry's inside of her before. She's never had a man who could not only reach her womb, but actually thrust inside of it before. It's a new feeling, having her cervix battered down just like that, and Harry's massive phallus pressing into the far side of her stretchable womb. He pauses for a moment, giving her a chance to adjust… and then he keeps right on fucking her, never stopping, not even for a moment.
Not that the Delacour Matriarch wants him to stop. Having Harry inside of her after all this time, having him fill her with his cock, still wet from both her and Fleur's saliva, as well as sticky with his previous release… it's like a dream come true. She'd thought she was happy with life. She'd thought she was content with her twilight years. Sure, she has plenty of time ahead of her, but she also knows when to step aside and let the next generation step up to the plate.
She has her hobbies, she has the things that bring her pleasure in life, that she enjoys. Apolline Delacour hadn't thought she really needed more than that. She certainly hadn't thought that what she was missing, if she was missing anything at all, was a man of all things. Oh sure, she'd certainly had her fair share of fantasies about Harry, but he was off limits, and she'd believed herself at peace with that.
But now here they were. Now here she was, being licked clean by her eldest daughter while she got fucked from behind by the manliest wizard she's ever known. He might be young enough to be her child, but he's in no way a boy, that's for sure. This is a powerful wizard, and he's fucking her so fast, so hard, she can barely think straight. Part of it's probably the wine too, still affecting her, still dulling her thought processes. But it's certainly not dulling some of her other senses. She can feel with absolute clarity every inch of Harry's cock inside of her, can feel it as he smacks her ass like no man before him would have dared to do, can feel it as he fucks into her womb with great force, causing the entire couch to bounce with every thrust.
They likely would have toppled the furniture over by this point if it wasn't for Fleur, holding on and keeping them steady. Her eldest daughter was such a good girl, and though it was rather humiliating to have her face contorting in pleasure in front of Fleur, having her tits lactating onto the floor and staining carpets worth quite a lot of gold right in front of her baby girl… she can tell from her daughter's gaze that Fleur isn't judging her.
She can tell that the younger veela understands what Apolline is going through perfectly. Harry just feels too good… she doesn't know how he's going to live without him, when they go away again.
"There's no reason you have to, mama."
Apolline blinks in surprise, not realizing until that moment that she'd spoken out loud, confessing her fears vocally, right to her daughter. Fleur's smile just grows as she cups her mother's face in her hands.
"I'm not just Harry's lover, mama… I'm his pet. I'm his mate. He's taken me and I've claimed him as my Master. So has Victoire. So has Gabrielle. There's no reason for this to be a one-time thing, mama. You don't need to be lonely anymore. You can be his too… all you have to do is submit."
Apolline's first instinct is to say she's not lonely, to try and deny it. But the words catch in her throat as Harry thrusts in particularly deep and a moan replaces them, emitting from her parted lips. She stares into her daughter's eyes, believing everything Fleur has said. Perhaps it should disgust her. Perhaps it should horrify her. From one point of view, Harry has effectively turned her family into slaves, taking her daughters and granddaughter, and making them his toys.
And yet, she can feel it even now, can feel the connection between her eldest and the powerful wizard currently fucking her from behind. It's so much more than slavery. It's everything her mother used to tell her when she was little, when she was a LOT younger than she is now. All the stories, of veela finding the most powerful wizard in the area and subjugating themselves to him. Harems, built up around sorcerers who had magic in spades, plenty of energy to spare.
That was what was happening here. That was what HAD happened here. Something buried deep within Apolline, something primal… it SINGS along with Harry's magic as she moans and mewls and cries out through orgasm after orgasm around his big, fat cock. He's got her so stuffed with his meat, but also so overwhelmed with his magic.
And yet… at the same time, Apolline is a little annoyed. Is she not the Matriarch of this family? Is she not Madam Delacour? Fleur and Victoire and Gabrielle… everyone had come before her. She was to be the oldest member of this harem, and yet also it's newest. That didn't sit well with the gorgeous French witch. She was going to just sit back and rest on her laurels.
Reaching out, Apolline slides a hand through her daughter's hair before she can react and drags Fleur deeper into the kiss. Bright blue eyes snap open and go wide as they stare into equally blue eyes, but Apolline is insistent as she takes control of the makeout session between her and her daughter, her tongue dominating Fleur's, even while Harry continues to rail her from behind the entire time. Eventually, Apolline let's Fleur go, her daughter stumbling back, mouth opening and closing and eyes still wide.
Ignoring her gobsmacked offspring, the sexy GILF of a veela looks over her shoulder at Harry, her perfect body on full display as he pounds into her, her pouty lips forming into a small o as she coos in response.
"Consider me submitting… Master."
As she licks said lips, Harry just chuckles and reaches out, grabbing her by her hair as well and pulling her into yet another kiss. This time, Apolline is all too happy to submit. She'll be whatever Harry wants her to be… but she will NOT be subordinate to her daughters or granddaughter. In this, Apolline has finally found her purpose… she's finally satisfied.
-x-X-x-
Hours later, Harry suspects that the Delacour Matriarch is having second thoughts about her… submission. As he steps out the back door of the Delacour Mansion, he grins and tugs slightly on the leashes that he's holding, causing the two women behind him to walk out into the moonlit night as well. After her declaration of submission, after calling him Master, Harry had fucked Apolline Delacour into oblivion, and then some.
Merlin, she was fantastic. He'd thought Fleur was amazing, but her mother… her mother was top-notch, even at her age. It only spoke well for how Fleur would be over the next few decades. There wasn't a single sign of just how old Apolline Delacour was, outside of her crow's feet, and honestly, Harry thought those added something memorable to the gorgeous woman's appearance.
It wasn't like muggle plastic surgery, of which Harry had seen plenty of examples throughout his life. While he'd stayed mostly in the magical world as a result of his career path, Hermione had been insistent that all of her friends and family have at least one foot in the muggle world. Harry was fine with that and had enjoyed quite a lot of muggle media that he'd never gotten the chance to view before.
Regardless, some muggles had a tendency to get all sorts of strange surgeries done on themselves, just to try to continue looking younger for longer. Most of the time, it didn't work, or so Harry felt. Muggles… did not age well, and when they tried to halt that aging process or even reverse the ravages of time, it usually showed and only looked worse in his humble opinion.
Apolline Delacour was nothing like that though. She was one hundred percent natural beauty, a gorgeous inhuman creature with so much experience in her delicious, bombastic body. Even still, Harry was no fool. He knew from the moment that Apolline had submitted that she was already looking to play something of an angle.
Fucking her senseless and then plowing her daughter on top of her moaning body had certainly done a lot to fix that, but even if the Delacour Matriarch was perfectly submissive to him, her desire to dominate and replace her own daughter was obvious. She wanted to be at the top… and it was Harry's duty to show her that there was no such thing, as he'd done before with her daughters and granddaughter. There was no totem pole, no ladder to climb. There was just Harry, and then the four of them.
So, once they'd had their fill of one another, Harry had ordered Fleur and Apolline, both equally naked and wet and sticky from their fornication, to stand at attention before him. Apolline had copied her daughter's stance, and both women had jutted their chests out in his direction as their hands remained clasped behind their backs and their feet were pressed together.
They looked superb, to say the least. But Harry's favorite part had been the looks on their faces when he conjured leather collars around each of his veela pets' necks, attached to leashes held in his hand, and declared that they were all going for a walk around the town. Fleur had been embarrassed at the idea, but all too willing to do whatever he wanted.
It was Apolline who had very nearly objected. She'd seemed completely taken off guard by the declaration, and also a little horrified. Harry had stared her down, waiting for her to object, or to ask him not to do this. His emerald gaze had bored into her blue eyes, and he'd waited patiently, watching her squirm, expecting her to say something… anything.
But in the end, Apolline had lowered her gaze and copied her daughter in this as well, murmuring a simple 'Yes Master' beneath her breath. It seemed that the bliss of getting fucked by Harry meant she'd be willing to do absolutely anything if it meant she'd get more chances to fuck him. Even ruin her reputation in the town she'd spent her entire life living in, a town where she was no doubt a pillar of the community, if Harry had the Delacour Matriarch's measure (which he did).
So out they'd gone. And now here they were, walking along through the cool but not too cold summer night. Of course, what neither Apolline nor Fleur knew was that Harry had already cast the necessary magic to make sure that not even other witches and wizards would notice them. They were walking through the very public streets out in the open like they had not a care in the world, but in truth, no one would lay eyes upon his exquisite pets save for him.
Harry was a wee bit possessive like that, or so he'd found ever since this had all begun. He didn't like to share, not even in this. It was still fun though, watching his veela toys shiver and shudder and NOT from the cold, even as they walked along, the collars around their necks and the leashes attached to them a constant reminder of just what's happening and where they are.
"Apolline, why don't you lead us to the nearest park…"
The older veela hangs her head, her gorgeous hourglass body on full display, but she does what she's told, nonetheless. Fleur follows right behind her, and Harry takes up the rear… mostly so that he can stare at and enjoy the rears of his veela pets, licking his lips at the absolutely gorgeous sight of their twin pale bottoms exposed to his eyes.
The trio soon reaches the park though, where Harry has Apolline and Fleur stop in a nice, soft, grassy part of said park. He has them face him, and he watches them for a moment consideringly, humming to himself with a smile on his lips.
"Well, we're here now. You've both been very good girls, coming all the way out here with me without one single complaint…"
He pauses for a second longer, and then cocks his head to the side.
"Perhaps you like it? Fleur? Apolline? Do you ENJOY showing off your bodies like this to any would-be voyeurs? Do I have a couple of naughty exhibitionists on my hands?"
The gorgeous silver-blonde veelas blush profusely, and though they share a glance, neither says a word. They don't have to speak though, Harry can read it all over their faces, he can see it in their matching blue eyes. They look more like sisters than mother and daughter… but their relation is unimportant, at this point. All that matters is that they're HIS, at the end of the day. He won't let them go for nothing.
"Show me."
That causes them both to jolt, staring at him in slight confusion. Harry just smiles wickedly.
"Show me your cute little cunts. Show me how wet… or not, you are."
Another glance between mother and daughter, and then they obey in unison, shifting their legs apart and using one hand to spread their pussy lips wide for Harry's inspection. Thanks to the full moon shining overhead, he can see their glistening nethers quite clearly from here. Both are still puffy from the last time he fucked each of them last than an hour ago, and some of his seed is still leaking out of their creampied cunts.
But there's no denying that he can see their wetness over their current circumstances from here. They're practically gushing already, and they're growing more and more sopping wet by the moment. He gets to watch it happen, in real time.
"Squeeze your breasts."
This order is carried out a lot faster, and Harry smiles as both veela women moan profusely at playing with their own tits, milk lactating from their teats right before his eyes.
"Good girls. Let's play a game then… first slut to finger herself to orgasm receives the first fucking."
Fleur is about a second ahead of Apolline, processing and carrying out Harry's instructions with the practice that comes with experience. But where Apolline lacks experience in being Harry's veela pet, she more than makes up for it in enthusiasm… and experience in other things. As Harry watches the two women make absolute lewd, slutty fools of themselves right before his eyes, he's surprised to realize that Apolline is pulling ahead.
The gorgeous sluts have their legs bowed at the knees and are outright touching themselves standing up, right in the middle of the park. They look so silly, with their faces contorted in abject pleasure and their eyes going crossed. They grope at their breasts and they finger their tight little cunts, but it's very clear that Apolline… Apolline is more experienced in masturbation than her daughter. This, at least, the Delacour Matriarch seems to have some measure of experience with.
Still, Harry can't help but imagine Fleur is just as surprised as he is when, only a few minutes into the 'challenge', Apolline lets out a cry and orgasms on the spot, pussy juices exploding out of her, all over the grass beneath her feet. Before the younger veela can even react, Harry has tied her up and put her floating in the air, bound and gagged.
She whines and squirms a little but knows that there's no winning here. She's lost, and she has to suffer the consequences. Apolline meanwhile… Harry smiles as he steps over to the panting, flushed older woman. The sexy, gorgeous GILF smiles back at her new Master, only to go wide-eyed and yelp as Harry suddenly picks her up with his magic AND his actual hands.
Before Apolline even really knows what's happening, Harry has the voluptuous silver-blonde bombshell folded into a full nelson, his arms coming up beneath her long legs and his hands lacing behind her head as he drops her unceremoniously onto his cock, facing her right at her floating daughter and forcing Fleur to watch as her mother's face goes absolutely ecstatic.
Apolline's eyes roll back in her head, her tongue lolls out from between her pouty lips, and she moans loudly and wantonly as she's properly and truly fucked right in front of her daughter's eyes. Fleur drinks it all in as Harry turns her mother into the whorish slut, she wishes she could be in the older woman's place. He fucks her, and he fucks her… and all Fleur can do is watch, enjoying the show immensely. Almost as much as Apolline is enjoying being fucked.
This continues on for what feels like an eternity. But eventually, Harry does cum. He pumps Apolline full of his seed once more, and then he swaps her for her daughter in the blink of an eye. Then, it's the older veela who gets to watch, bound, gagged, and floating, as Fleur is full nelson'd, bounced up and down on Harry's big fat cock with her eyes rolled back and her tongue lolling out.
Harry is most interested in exploring the current exhibitionist kink that the two veela are currently displaying. So that's exactly what he does. He fucks them both across the park in all sorts of different ways, well into the wee hours of the morning. It's only once the sun is rising over the horizon and both Fleur and Apolline are clearly exhausted that Harry finally takes mercy on them both.
Apparating them back home, Harry can only smirk as the worn-out women curl into his sides instinctively, holding him close. Wrapping his arms around them, Harry lets out an appreciative sigh. With Apolline finally his, he's completed the entire set. The Delacour Witches… are his. All four veelas now belong to him, and he intends to make sure they're well taken care of, moving forward.