The MILFs of Wizarding Britain (Ch. 7 - Apolline Delacour: Part II)

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Harry kicked the door of the Burrow shut behind him, the loud music and chatter of the party fading into the background as he carried Apolline inside, her body slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He could feel her heart racing, her breath coming in quick, excited gasps as he manhandled her, his strong arms holding her in place as he strode through the house, his destination the living room.

He dumped her unceremoniously onto the sofa, her body bouncing on the cushions as she looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise and arousal. Harry smirked down at her, his eyes tracing the curves of her body, taking in the sight of her heaving chest, her tits threatening to spill out of the flimsy fabric of her dress.

"'Arry!" Apolline exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise as she looked up at him, her cheeks flushed with arousal. "You are a beast!"

"And you love it," Harry replied confidently, unbuttoning his trousers once more and letting his thick cock swing free.

Apolline bit her lip, her eyes darkening with desire. While it was true that, after blossoming, Veelas could grow an insatiable appetite for sex, it was often misunderstood by the wizarding world. They were often seen as sluts or nymphomaniacs, their every desire being driven by their primal urges. However, as Apolline grew older, her Veela nature had mellowed somewhat. She was still horny, but it was more of a constant simmer than a raging inferno. Now, it was only the very best that could truly satisfy her.

And Harry Potter, with his big, fat cock and equally insatiable lust for MILF pussy, was, if what her friends had told her were true, quickly proving to be a god amongst men when it came to satisfying a woman's every desire, and the perfect candidate to be her Veela's mate. And the way he was looking at her now, like he wanted to devour her whole, was making her wetter than she'd ever been in her life.

"I do," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I love it when you take control, 'Arry. I love it when you 'andle me like I am yours to use."

Harry's hands were on her in an instant, his fingers hooking beneath the thin straps of her dress as he pushed them down her shoulders, the fabric slipping down to reveal her perfect tits. They were large and perky, the soft, supple flesh yielding to his touch as he cupped them in his hands, his thumbs brushing against her nipples as he squeezed them gently.

Apolline moaned softly, her back arching as she pressed her tits into his hands, her eyes fluttering closed as she savoured the sensation. She could feel his touch sending jolts of electricity through her body, her pussy growing wetter with each passing second. And his cock, hard and insistent, was pressing against her thigh as he leaned over her, his breath hot on her skin.

Harry's hands moved from her tits, his fingers sliding down her sides as he hooked them beneath the hemline of her dress, bunched up around her waist. He tugged at it sharply, the fabric sliding down her legs as he pulled it off her, leaving her completely exposed to him.

Fuck, Harry thought, his eyes roaming over her body as he took in the sight of her dripping Veela cunt. It was perfect—smooth and hairless, the lips pink and swollen with desire. He could see her arousal glistening on her thighs, the scent of it filling the air as he leaned in closer, his cock throbbing with anticipation.

Apolline's legs parted instinctively, her body opening up to him as she welcomed him in. Harry's eyes were dark with lust as he looked down at her, his hands sliding up her thighs as he pushed them back, bending her in half until her knees were next to her ears. She could feel the cool air on her exposed cunt, and she moaned softly, her pussy contracting in anticipation of his touch.

"Fuck me, 'Arry," Apolline begged, her voice barely above a whisper as she looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire. "I need your fat cock inside me. Please, 'Arry. I can't wait any longer." She was practically writhing on the sofa beneath him, her body begging for his touch.

Harry smirked down at her, his hands gripping her thighs tightly as he positioned himself at her entrance. He could feel the heat of her cunt, the slickness of her arousal coating his cockhead as he pressed against her. He didn't wait—didn't tease her or draw it out. Instead, he thrust into her with one swift, powerful movement, his cock sliding deep inside her tight, wet cunt.

Apolline cried out, her back arching as she took his entire length, her body stretching to accommodate his size. She could feel him filling her completely, his cock hitting all the right spots as he began to pound into her, his hips moving with a ferocity that left her breathless.

"Oh, merde, 'Arry!" Apolline squealed, her fingers digging into the cushions of the sofa as she held on for dear life. "Your cock... it's so big! It feels so good!"

Harry smirked, his hips snapping forward as he fucked her hard and fast, thought he was barely hanging on by a thread himself. The second his cock had slit into her tight pussy, he knew he was in trouble—her Veela cunt was unlike anything he had ever had the pleasure of sticking his cock into before. It was like she was made for him, her pussy moulding perfectly to his cock, massaging him with muscles he didn't even know existed.

He couldn't get enough of it, his cock sliding in and out of her with ease as he grunted and panted, his balls slapping against her arse with each thrust. Apolline was a writhing mess beneath him, her large tits dancing on her otherwise lithe form as she squired and bucked against him, her juices dripping down her arse, soaking the sofa beneath her.

"I'm close, 'Arry!" Apolline cried, her fingers tightening on the cushions as she clung to them desperately, the only anchor to keep her from floating away in the sea of pleasure he was giving her.

"Come for me, Apolline," he growled, commanding her body to obey him. "Come on my cock you french whore!"

"Oh mon dieu, I'm going to—" She never got to finish her thought, her words dissolving into a high-pitched squeal as she came, her body arching off the sofa as she screamed out her orgasm.

Harry could feel her cunt tightening around him, massaging his cock in a way that threatened to suck the very life out of him. He gritted his teeth, holding on by a thread as he continued to pound into her, his cock sliding in and out of her tight cunt as he fucked her through her orgasm. Apolline was a fucking mess underneath him, her body twitching and spasming in his grip as the pleasure overwhelmed her, her body completely at his mercy as he fucked her needy Veela brains out, and there was nothing she could do about it but beg him for more.

"Fuck me, 'Arry! Don't stop!" Apolline pleaded, her voice hoarse from her screams as she looked up at him, her eyes glazed over with lust. "I need more! I need you to fuck me harder!"

Harry groaned, his cock throbbing inside her as he slid out of her tight cunt, his cock coated in her juices. He could see her pussy gaping, open and ready for him, and he knew exactly what he wanted to do next.

"Turn around," he commanded, his voice firm as he looked down at her. "I want to fuck you from behind."

Apolline's eyes lit up, and she obeyed him instantly, her body flipping over onto her hands and knees, her arse presented to him like a prize. It was only then, however, that she realised exactly what this new position would entail.

"'Arry!" she gasped, looking out through the large bay window behind the sofa, which she was now positioned right in front of, overlooking the garden where the party was still in full swing. "They will see us! They will know what we are doing!"

Harry's hand cracked down on her arse with a loud smack, and he watched with satisfaction as her flesh rippled from the impact of his palm. She squealed in surprise, but he could see the heat in her eyes as she looked back at him, her cheeks flushing pink. She liked the idea of being watched, of being caught. He could see her pussy growing wetter at the mere thought of it, and he knew he had her.

"Don't act like you don't want them to see you like this," he chided, using his hands to spread her arsecheeks wide, watching with delight as her cunt opened up before him, leaking her juices down her thighs. "You're a Veela, Apolline, you can't run away from your instincts. To you, this is a competition. You want the witches out there to see you getting your brains fucked out by me, because it sends a signal to them that I am your man, and that they can't have me." He punctuated his words by lining his cock head up with her gaping cunt, before thrusting himself balls deep inside her. Her gasp of pleasure filled the air, and Harry smirked, knowing that he had her completely under his control.

Apolline was panting, her breath coming in short gasps as she looked back out through the window, taking in the sight of her friends and family dancing and drinking, completely oblivious to the debauchery that was going on inside the house. She knew that Harry was right—she did want them to see her like this, to know what he was doing to her. It was a primal instinct, an urge that she couldn't control, and she loved every second of it.

"But we both know the truth, don't we?" Harry continued, fucking her into the cushions of the sofa, his hips slapping against her arse cheeks with every thrust. "It's not your man. It's my woman. You're a whore, Apolline, and you belong to me." He punctuated his words by gripping her waist and pulling out of her tight pussy, before slamming back inside her.

Apolline's mouth opened in a silent scream, her eyes rolling back in her head as she was assaulted by wave after wave of pleasure. Harry was right—she was his, completely and utterly. Her pussy clenched around him, and she couldn't help but scream out his name, her voice hoarse from the exertion.

"'Arry!" she screamed, her voice echoing off the walls of the house, and it was a wonder that the people at the party couldn't hear her over the music. "Fuck me! Use me like your slut, please, please!" She was begging, her words barely intelligible as she pleaded with him, her body completely at his mercy.

"Tell me who owns you," Harry demanded, his voice firm as he continued to fuck her, his cock reaching places her Veela cunt had never been touched before. "Say it!"

"It's you, 'Arry!" Apolline cried, her voice hoarse from the exertion as she clung to the sofa cushions for dear life. "You own me! You own my body, my soul, everything! I am nothing without your cock inside me!"

Her words sent a thrill through Harry, his cock swelling even thicker inside her. He could feel her walls fluttering around him, her Veela cunt desperate for his seed—desperate to be bred, to make the perfect little Veela babies. And who was he to deny such a beautiful, needy lady?

"I'm close!" he grunted, his hips snapping forward with a ferocity that had Apolline screaming her head off. "Take my load, you French whore!"

"'Arry!" she cried, her voice muffled by the cushions of the sofa as he came, his hot cum filling her pussy with a force that left her gasping. Finally receiving her reward, Apolline's Veela instincts kicked into overdrive, her body shuddering as it went into a full-blown breeding frenzy. She was moaning like a whore, her hips bucking back against him while her pussy did everything it could to trap his seed inside her womb, sucking at his cock like a vacuum trying to milk him dry, desperate for every drop of his potent seed.

Harry groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as the most profound, toe-curling orgasm of his life ripped through him. Apolline's Veela cunt was like nothing he had ever experienced before, massaging him with muscles that seemed to have a life of their own. He couldn't have stopped cumming even if he'd wanted to, so he did the only thing he could—he came and came and came, pumping out spurt after spurt of cum into Apolline's desperate pussy.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Harry pulled out of her, his cock slapping wetly against his thigh as he staggered back, his legs wobbly from the intensity of his orgasm. Apolline, on the other hand, was a quivering, orgasmic mess, her Veela cunt still contracting as it tried to draw the last remnants of his load from a cock that was no longer there, his seed instead dribbling out of her gaping hole in thick globs, staining the Weasley family sofa.

"Oh mon dieu," she moaned, her head lolling back onto her shoulders as she gazed up at Harry with glazed eyes. "That was... magnifique!"

With Apolline Delacour now a satisfied woman, Harry slumped down next to her, exhausted. He had now claimed three of the legendary MILFs of Wizarding Britain, building the start of a harem that would include only the most beautiful and powerful women in the country, and he was already itching to get at the next.

Disclaimer: This story is set in a timeline where Harry Potter has finished Hogwarts. All characters featured in this story are 18+.

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