Under no additional prompting, Apolline Delacour stood up from her seat. She grasped the interior of her robe and opened it shamelessly. She was nude underneath. The whole room stared at her thick milf body; even the straight women present felt a lick of longing deep inside them. Or at least jealousy, wishing that they could look that way.
Really, though, calling Apolline's figure a "MILF body" was misleading. Owing to her veela blood (and, perhaps, decades of self care) she really didn't physically look a day over twenty eight. She was basically a bustier Fleur, a sentence that felt unnatural to even speak.
"The two of you are serious?" Daphne asked. "You really intend to have him BREED your mother?"
"Why not?" Fleur asked. "You were greedily keeping it secret that you were carrying his child. That, to me, seems much worse."
"I just hadn't told anyone yet! It wasn't a secret…" Daphne said. "Besides, this is your mother, Fleur. If you aren't ready for a kid, just don't have one. I don't understand throwing her at him like some kind of sacrifice."
"A willing sacrifice," Apolline said, staring at Harry's crotch, remembering the thick penis that had already been inside her a handful of times. "I always wanted to have more children."
"See? There you have it," Fleur said. "Now hush, Daphne, the show is about to begin!"
Harry was taking stock of himself. He hadn't slept much last night, so he'd been planning to crash, not get wrapped up with an even thicker blond MILF than the one he'd been involved with the night before. His sexual stamina was also rather depleted.
Nothing that a potion couldn't fix.
Harry took out his wand and executed a summoning charm. One of his cabinets banged open as a large vial of viscous liquid shot into his palm. Harry immediately uncorked it and knocked it back, slurping down the contents.
Immediately, a sense of vigor infected his body.
Strength poured into Harry's limbs, allowing him to flex his body and experience a surge of virility.
Reinvigoration Potions were very dangerous if used extensively, since the boost that they granted could prove extremely addictive. When taken sparingly, they were like the best energy drink ever made.
As a small side effect, which wasn't used as often, they were also like magical viagra. Harry's energy boost easily transmuted into libido, stretching his pants with a major erection.
Apolline swallowed heavily. "Come to bed, dear!" she said urgently.
She actually ran to Harry, wearing her open bathrobe like a cape, her breasts bouncing crazily around on her chest. She latched her hands onto Harry's and tried to pull him toward the stairs, which led up to the loft and his bed.
Harry, however, didn't move. By keeping his feet planted, he kept Apolline rooted in place. She gasped at his strength.
"If the point is to put on a show, why bother going to bed?" Harry asked.
He walked forward, easily pulling Apolline with him, and approached the dining room table.
It was a very good piece of furniture. Made by goblins, according to what Hermione said after investigating it. Each groove fit perfectly into its counterpart and the wood was strong.
So strong that Harry was able to roll Apolline onto the table, where she came to a stop in the middle on her back. He was then able to climb onto the table and join her. An extremely quiet creek was the only indication of the weight it was holding up. As he said, it was a great table.
Harry grabbed Apolline's robe and pulled on each side, first the right then the left. He slid the sleeves off of her, so that when he let go the robe fell to the table, laying like a beach towel underneath her thick figure.
Fleur ran across the room to snag a seat at the table. Although she tried to pretend she wasn't eager to see this, Hermione soon followed her, taking the seat that Apolline had vacated.
With that, Harry was surrounded by an audience of five girls—two of them carrying his child—while he loomed above his horny French milf. His dick flopped down against Apolline's quim, making her wiggle her hips in anticipation of being pierced.
Before he got started, and to the chagrin of both Delacour women (Fleur was VERY eager to see the show begin) Harry turned to the Patil twins.
"Hermione and Daphne are here as evidence. I know what Fleur wants, and Apolline is her way of getting it…" Harry said. "But what are you here for?"
Parvati and Padma looked at each other. They both seemed to be waiting for their sister to answer him.
"I just wanted to know if the things I'd heard were true," Parvati said.
Despite usually being the more outgoing of the twins, she sounded astoundingly bashful right now.
"What about you?" Harry asked.
Growing suddenly bold, Padma met Harry's eyes.
"I want your baby in me," she said breathlessly.
Harry blinked, not having expected the Ravenclaw to put it so bluntly. She looked as certain about this as Daphne had been, the night Harry consummated his relationship with her. Padma WANTED this; it wasn't a trifling thought. She was deadset on going all the way.
Harry reached out and petted her brown cheek. Padma bit her lip, looking at him with lust.
"Watch carefully," Harry said. "You're next."
He dropped down over Apolline as if he was getting ready to do a pushup. He moved his hips so that instead of his shaft, it was his tip pressing into Apolline's slit, all lined up and ready to penetrate. She squealed with excitement, tightening her thick gooey thighs around Harry's waist.
Making eye contact with Padma, wordlessly instilling the message YOU'RE NEXT, Harry moved his hips forward.
The smack of his body into Apolline cracked like a gunshut. His thrust carried so much weight as his muscles contracted that Apolline's breasts swelled and bounced on her chest. Her body slid up the table, pushed along the bathrobe underneath her, but Harry's arms pushed on her shoulders and moved her back down, just to thrust into her again.
"Merlin," whispered one of the Patils.
Harry couldn't tell which one said it as his eyes had moved to Apolline. He looked directly into her blue eyes, fucking her like he wanted to break her. He was going slow, infusing every thrust with a stunning amount of power. Apolline gasped like she was back on shore following a long swim.
"That is the way, Harry! Wreck this slutty woman!" Fleur howled.
The younger part veela had stripped out of her clothes while watching. Her panties were down around her ankles, and while Harry watched, Fleur removed her bra, throwing it over her shoulder. Even sitting in her seat kept her further from the action than she could stomach. She stood up, leaning forward so that her hips rested on the table. Fleur bit the inside of her cheek, staring at Harry while he ravished her mom.
"M-M-M-Mon dieu!" Apolline gasped. "Yes, 'Arry! Fill my Puussay!"
Her English pronunciations were being thoroughly thrown off by the fucking he was delivering. Harry felt her cumming already. Her womb was ready to not be collecting dust anymore. And she was the only one who was excited.
"Fuck!" Daphne whispered.
There was a shuffling of clothing as the pureblood slid a hand inside her clothes, touching herself while she watched. The Patils were already masturbating. Parvati was leaning to the side on her seat, looking from different angles to sear this view of Harry into her memory.
Hermione lasted the longest, but eventually even Harry's best friend could no longer deny her lust. She stuffed her hands inside of her robes and began masturbating around the time Apolline orgasmed for the fifth time.
Harry's balls slapped against her while he fucked her. They were in missionary, the most basic sexual position, but the amount of attention on them made it feel kinky.
Besides, you could put Apolline in any position imaginable and she would be breathtaking. When you had a body like hers, it didn't matter what parts you were looking at. Tits, ass, thighs… She was the complete collection, bundled up in a body with plentiful experience.
Really, Apolline was the furthest thing from in charge right now. She couldn't have been in a more different position to the confident, teasing cougar that gave Harry his first occlumency lesson.
Sure, he'd already broken that facade in their later lessons, but this took things a step further. She was all but mewling underneath him, her slutty pussy squeezing his dick and basically begging for cum.
"I cannot take this!" Fleur declared.
Harry thought that she might be regretting this plot she had concocted, however that wasn't it. She just felt that she was being left out. Instead of staying on the sidelines, Fleur crawled onto the table, which continued to stand firm.
It was a REALLY good table.
Fleur straddled Apolline's face and threw her arms around Harry. She pulled him forward and made out with him, shoving her tongue down into his throat.
Harry changed the angle he was thrusting into Apolline, doing it without slowing down. In fact, on the contrary, he sped up!
He took a little bit of the venom out of his piston like thrusts, opting for greater speed. PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! Apolline's pussy made a sound like deli meat. Harry put his arms around Fleur, running them along her slender back, and kissed her in return with all his might.
Fleur was a very distinctive kisser. She was very active with her tongue, while her lips were the softest Harry had ever felt, even beating out those of her mother. Closing his eyes and being sucked into the kiss, Harry eventually trailed his hands down Fleur's body until they got to Apolline, where they grabbed her rolling breasts.
He groped them with his powerful dick, thrusting horizontally into Apolline's pussy and clapping her thick thighs. With his eyes closed and Fleur's distinctive kisses on his lips, it was easy to imagine that Fleur was the one he was fucking.
But, with Apolline's added thickness, the fantasy went a step further: it was like kissing Fleur in twenty years, when she was a matured part veela with even more sinful curves. Of course, she would still be his after all that time. His dick had ingrained itself in Fleur's brain so deeply that she could never again give it up.
Who knows, maybe it wouldn't be until Fleur was Apolline's age that she finally wanted kids. One day, Harry knew she wouldn't be happy until he made a bump in her belly. But, as Fleur said herself, leading to this whole scheme… it was hard for her to go without sex. It might not be until she reached her mother's age that her youthful hormones allowed her to make that sacrifice.
With his eyes closed, it was like that day had come already. It was like Harry was pounding Fleur with the intent to impregnate. Never in a million years, when he walked into the champions room and was called a "leetle boy" had he imagined such a day might come.
Even when he cracked his eyes open, returning to reality—that Fleur was the one he was kissing, her mother being laid out underneath him—it still seemed unbelievable, when he considered what his life had come to.
"Tense up, Apolline," Harry said. "Here it comes."
A strange side effect of Reinvigoration Potions was the effect they had on sexual discharge. Although they restocked your manly (or womanly) reproductive supply, they also wrapped up hours worth of spunk into a single voluminous burst.
Basically, a Reinvigoration Potion would only give a man two or MAYBE three additional orgasms before the effects failed, but each one would be bigger than any natural orgasm.
Case in point, a certifiable semen howitzer went off between Apolline's legs. All the girls masturbating around the table gasped and came just from the PLAP! sound that Harry's last thrust made.
Inside of Apolline, an explosion had gone off. Her womb was filled and her fleshy passageways were filled with cum to the point of spilling. Harry was still cumming when he pulled out of her, thick white drops falling on her stomach. The amount exceeded even the most imaginative porn.
"Oh, yeeeeeees…." Fleur moaned.
She had been touching herself while kissing Harry, and it was clear from the cascade dripping off her knuckle that she'd hit a major orgasm. Harry turned to the side, away from an almost comatose Apolline and a dazed (but satisfied) Fleur.
He looked down at Padma, who looked up at him, panting from the way she had been masturbating.
"Your turn," Harry said simply.
Gulping, Padma stood up, shedding her robes to display her sexy exotic body, smiling nervously at him. "Be gentle…." She glanced at Apolline and the wiped-out smile on the French MILF's face. "Or don't."
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