The MILFs of Wizarding Britain (Ch. 6 - Apolline Delacour)

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

The Burrow was alive with music and laughter, the Weasley's back garden transformed into a vibrant nightclub beneath the starlit sky. The makeshift dance floor was crowded with bodies, dancing and grinding to the pulsating beat of the music, while others gathered around the makeshift bar, drinking and chatting animatedly. Harry leaned against the cool wall of the house, a drink in hand, as he watched the festivities unfold before him.

All the sexy MILFs that he had spent the better part of the past week lusting after were here, though he was disappointed to find that both their attire and behaviour were far more conservative than what they had been at the pool party, where they had all been flaunting their tits and giggling excitedly at the sight of his huge cock. Not that he had any real complaints, as even clothed and behaving as prim and proper as they did in public, they still looked incredibly hot.

Suddenly, a vision in silver and blue caught his attention. Apolline Delacour, Fleur's mother, was a sight to behold tonight. She was wearing a gown that was equal parts elegant and scandalous, the deep plunging neckline exposing the sides of her enormous, perky tits, the thin, delicate straps the only thing holding up the flimsy fabric. The dress was backless, showing off the smooth, supple skin of her spine, all the way down to the dimples just above her round arse.

Harry felt his cock stir in his trousers at the sight of her, his blood rushing south as he drank in every inch of her exposed flesh. He had always thought that Apolline was attractive, and having seen her prancing around practically naked at the pool party, he knew just how gorgeous her curves were. But seeing her now, all dolled up and moving with such sinful grace, he felt an overwhelming urge to take her in his arms and ravish her right there on the dance floor. The thought of those perfect tits bouncing in his face as he thrust into her made his cock throb with need.

As if sensing his gaze, Apolline looked over at him with a knowing smile, her blue eyes meeting his with a challenge that made his heart race. She held his gaze for a moment, long enough for Harry to feel the heat rising in his cheeks, before turning on her heel and making her way towards him, her hips swaying seductively with each step.

"'Arry," Apolline purred, her French accent sending shivers down his spine as she came to a stop in front of him. "It 'as been too long, mon chéri."

Harry swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry as he looked into her deep blue eyes. "Apolline," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "You look... incredible."

Apolline smiled, her plump lips curling up into a wicked grin that sent a jolt of electricity straight to his cock. "And you, 'Arry, look as 'andsome as ever," she purred, tracing a finger along the collar of his shirt. "I 'ave been 'oping to dance with you all night."

Harry felt his heart hammer in his chest as he looked down at her, his eyes drawn to the swell of her tits, praying that a gust of wind would come along to blow the straps of her dress down around her arms so that he could feast on them. "I'd love to dance with you, Apolline," he managed to choke out, his voice hoarse with desire.

Apolline's smile widened, a devilish glint in her eyes as she held out her hand to him. Harry took it, allowing her to lead him out onto the dance floor, pulling him close as they began to move to the music.

Harry's breath hitched in his throat as he felt Apolline's body press against his, her curves moulding to his frame as they swayed together. He could feel her tits pressing against his chest, the soft, supple flesh yielding to his broad frame as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. He felt as if he were holding a goddess in his arms, her beauty and grace making him lightheaded with desire.

As the song changed, Apolline suddenly spun around, her back pressing against his chest as she ground her arse against his cock. Harry groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her closer, his cock straining against the fabric of his trousers as it nestled between the cheeks of her arse.

Apolline giggled, looking up and over her should at him, her eyes dark with desire. "You are a naughty boy, 'Arry Potter," she purred, her hand slipping down to cup his erection through his trousers. "Do you want to take me 'ere, right now? In front of everyone?"

Harry felt his heart race at her words, his cock throbbing with need as she squeezed him through his trousers. He knew that she was teasing him, that she would never allow him to fuck her in public like that, but the thought of it was enough to make his head spin.

"Apolline..." Harry breathed, his voice barely audible over the music as he leaned down, his lips brushing against the soft skin of her neck. "You're driving me insane."

Apolline giggled again, turning in his arms so that they were face to face once more. She pressed her body against his, her tits crushing against his chest as she looked up into his eyes. "And you are driving me wild, 'Arry," she whispered, her voice low and sensual. "You 'ave no idea 'ow much I want you."

As the song came to an end, Apolline stepped back, her fingers trailing down his chest as she looked up at him with a seductive smirk. "Come with me, 'Arry," she purred, taking his hand and leading him away from the dance floor, towards an unoccupied group of tables tucked away in a quiet corner of the garden.

Harry followed her, his heart racing with anticipation as she pushed him back against the wall, her body pressing against his as she looked up into his eyes. "I 'ave been wanting to do this all night," she whispered, leaning in, her lips brushing against his.

Harry groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her closer, his lips parting as he kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as she moaned softly against him. He could feel her hand rubbing up against his crotch, her warm fingers caressing his rock-hard cock through his trousers as she deepened the kiss, her body grinding against his.

Apolline's fingers deftly unbuckled his belt, pulling his trousers down around his ankles as she broke the kiss. "You 'ave such a beautiful cock, 'Arry," she purred, her eyes locked on his erection as she sank down to her knees in front of him. "I want to taste it."

Harry's breath hitched in his throat as he looked down at her, his heart racing with anticipation as she wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock, her tongue darting out to lick the pre-cum that had gathered at the tip. He groaned, his head falling back against the wall as she took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around his shaft as she began to suck him deeply.

"Fuck, Apolline," Harry breathed, his fingers tangling in her silvery blonde hair as she bobbed her head up and down, taking him deeper with each attempt. He could feel the back of her throat pressing against the head of his cock, her muscles constricting around him as she swallowed him whole.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps approaching made Harry's heart leap into his throat, and his wand was immediately in his hand. Thinking on his feet, he quickly summoned a nearby table, and pulled Apolline underneath it, the table concealing her from view just as Fleur came round the corner.

"'Arry?" Fleur asked, her brow furrowing in confusion as she looked around the seemingly empty corner of the garden. "What are you doing 'ere all alone?"

Harry swallowed hard, his heart hammering in his chest as he looked down at Apolline, her throat still speared on his cock as she looked up at him with wide, blue eyes. He could feel her swallowing around him, her throat massaging his length as she struggled to keep her composure.

"Fleur!" Harry exclaimed, his voice coming out as a strangled squeak as he tried to hide his fear. "I... I was just taking a breather."

Fleur nodded, her eyes narrowing as she studied him for a moment. "You look... flushed, 'Arry," she observed, clearly suspicious. Then, she stepped closer, leaning over the other edge of the table that was concealing Apolline. "Are you all right?"

"Y... yes," Harry stammered, his eyes glued to Fleur as she leaned over the table, her large, perky Veela tits nearly falling out of the tight slip dress she was wearing. There was no mistaking who Fleur had inherited her incredible breasts from at least, Harry thought, as her plump tits were a perfect copy of Apolline's. "I'm fine. Just a bit... hot."

Just when Harry thought he had avoided Fleur’s suspicions, he was suddenly overwhelmed by intense pleasure. Apolline—seemingly deciding that this was the perfect time to prove that she could deep-throat him—began bobbing her head up and down on his cock, taking him all the way down her throat with a vigour that belied the situation.

"GLUCK! GLUCK! GLUCK! GLUCK! GLUCK!" Apolline's throat gurgled as it was speared on his thick cock over and over, her lips pressing up against the base of his shaft as he fought to keep from moaning aloud. Her tongue was as if glued against the underside of his length, caressing his manhood as it slid through her tight throat. The pleasure was so intense that Harry's legs began to shake, and he had to clench his fists to stop from trembling visibly.

"Mmm... is that so?" Fleur asked, completely oblivious to the debauchery that was taking place right beneath her nose, her eyes instead following his line of sight down to her perfect tits. Then, she smiled, her expression suddenly coy as she reached up, her fingers tracing the thin straps of her dress. "I'm so sorry, 'Arry," she breathed, her voice seductive as she looked up at him through her lashes. "Is this what's distracting you?" she asked, shaking her tits back and forth so that they danced beneath the thin fabric of her dress.

Harry's mind was reeling, his body wracked with pleasure as he was assaulted from both ends, his cock speared down Apolline's throat, and his eyes drinking in the sight of Fleur's beautiful breasts bouncing in front of his face. His breath hitched in his throat, a small moan escaping his lips as he shook his head in disbelief.

"Fuck," he whispered, his eyes wide as he struggled to maintain his composure. "Fuck... Fleur..."

Fleur smiled, her hand still resting on the strap of her dress as she looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire. "I didn't realise that you felt like that for me, 'Arry," she purred, her fingers slowly teasing the strings, as if contemplating pushing it down and freeing her tits for his delectation. "If I 'ad known, I never would have married Bill."

Then, seemingly having come to a satisfactory conclusion to her quandary, Fleur looked around carefully, her eyes darting around the garden as if to make sure they were alone. Then, she turned back to Harry, her expression suddenly shy as she hooked her thumbs beneath the thin straps of her dress.

"'Ere, 'Arry," she whispered, her voice barely audible as she pushed the fabric down her shoulders, revealing her perky tits. "I want you to 'ave something to think about when you go 'ome."

Harry's mouth went dry as he gazed hungrily at the most perfect pair of tits his eyes had ever had the pleasure of feasting on, his eyes tracing the curves of her pale flesh. Fleur's tits were large, yet perky and firm, with just a hint of jiggle to them that made his mouth water. And as if that wasn't enough, she squeezed them together between her arms, the soft flesh spilling out over the tops of her biceps, the deep crevice that had formed between them begging to be filled with his cock.

"Think of me when you need a wank, 'Arry," Fleur purred, her fingers brushing against her nipples as she looked up at him with a coquettish smile. Then, just as quickly as she had revealed them, she pulled the straps of her dress back up, covering her tits once more.

"But I 'ave to find Bill now," she said, reluctantly stepping back and away from the table. "I'll see you later, 'Arry."

The moment Fleur turned her back on the table and started to leave, Harry's hand were all over Apolline's hair, gathering her silvery blond locks in his fist and using her hair as a handle to pump himself deeper into her mouth.

"GAK! GLUCK! GLUCK!" the sounds of Apolline being throat-fucked by his fat cock echoed around the corner of the garden, though thankfully, the loud music and chatter of the other guests drowned them out. The back of the Veela's throat was a tight, soft sheath, perfectly sized to accommodate his thick, throbbing cock, and he could feel it constricting around him as he thrust into her, her throat massaging his length as she gurgled and gagged beneath him.

"Bloody hell, Apolline," Harry groaned, his hips snapping forward as he fucked he throat, his balls slapping against her chin as he buried himself to the hilt down her gullet again and again. "Are all Delacour women just a bunch of fucking sluts?"

Apolline could only hum her agreement as her throat was used like a glorified fleshlight, stuffed full of the meatiest piece of cock she'd ever had the pleasure of swallowing, the sensation of being throat-fucked driving her Veela instincts wild with need.

"Mhm, that's what I thought... You better swallow every last drop, slut," Harry growled, his grip tightening in her hair as he felt the familiar tingling in his balls that signalled his impending orgasm. "Don't you dare waste it."

The warning only seemed to spur the Veela on, her throat tightening around him as she gulped his length down, her throat milking his cock as if she were trying to suckle his seed straight from his balls.

"Fuck... FUCK!" Harry groaned, his cock pulsing as he came, his hot, sticky seed spurting straight down Apolline's gullet as he held her in place, his hips pressed up against her lips, his grip on her hair unyielding.

Apolline swallowed every last drop, her throat working overtime as she gulped down his creamy load, her body trembling with pleasure as she felt his hot seed filling her belly. Finally, once his balls were spent, Harry pulled Apolline's head back off his cock, the sound of her throat gargling around his length as he did so the sexiest thing he'd ever heard. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and watery, her face flushed with arousal as she gasped for breath, her chest heaving with each inhale.

"Merde, 'Arry," she breathed, her voice hoarse from the throat-fucking she had just endured. "You 'ave no idea 'ow much I needed that."

Harry smiled, quickly zipping up his trousers as he looked at the beautiful Veela kneeling before him. "I think I have a pretty good idea, Apolline," he replied, reaching down to help her to her feet. "But that was just the appetiser."

Then, without warning, he scooped her up in his arms, throwing her over his shoulder, her large, round arse pressed against his cheek, the soft flesh yielding to his chiselled jawline and defined cheekbones as he carried her back inside The Burrow, and away from the prying eyes of the other guests. He had no intention of letting Fleur's mother leave without getting a taste of her Veela cunt too, after all.

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