Settling Debts- Part 3

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Apolline- Summer Soderstrom

“No mama, I won’t let you do it.” Gabrielle stood there with her arms crossed over her just budding chest and stared up at her defiantly.

Curse me for having such willful daughters. Rubbing at her temples, Apolline could feel a headache coming on, “Gabrielle, please be reasonable.”

Her daughter’s striking blue eyes narrowed, “I let you do it once before because I didn’t understand what was going on, but I’m not letting you do it again.”

“You were eight, Gabrielle.” Apolline reminded her calmly, “Whether you understood or not, you were far too young and that hasn’t changed just because you’re twelve. I only did what was best for you, and I intend to do the same thing again now.”

“I understand perfectly well.” She said with certainty only a pre-teen could truly manage, “I had a debt, one that would have made me Harry’s, and you took it from me.”

“Because you are a child,” Apolline reminded her as she took a step closer and brushed a hand through her shining silvery hair, “You adore Harry, I understand that my darling girl. But do you really think that your daring, brave hero that has saved you twice, as well as your sister and I, would be willing to do what is necessary to settle the debt with a child?”

She made to reply, but the words cut through her irritation and brought her up short. Uncertain now, she still refused to relent, “Then… I’ll wait… until I’m old enough. A few years won’t be that difficult.”

“No?” Apolline arched one eyebrow, “Have you not listened to your grandmother’s stories? Do you not remember how she said it felt when she first tried to deny the debt? How it drove her mad the longer she refused to fulfill it.”

“She didn’t last a year.” Her daughter’s voice was small, eyes cast toward her feet. And for a moment, Apolline thought that she’d managed to talk some sense into her little girl, “But grandmother is a full-blooded veela… I’m not. I might be able to resist longer.”

“Are you willing to risk it? The madness that comes with the denial isn’t something you want to go through when there is another solution. Your age and distance were the only things that made it bearable the first time. Now, it will be different.” There were tears forming at the corner of Gabrielle’s bright blue eyes, and it made Apolline’s heart break for her, “And should the worst happen, and you’re on the brink of death, do you really want your first time with anyone, let alone Harry, to be because he has no other choice to save your life?”

With a sniffle, Gabrielle leaned into her mother’s chest. She could feel the wetness forming there as the tears started to flow freely, “What if it’s my last chance?”

Hugging her, she leaned down to kiss the top of her daughter’s head, “You are growing into a beautiful young woman, not just in appearance but in personality as well. There’s every chance that someday Harry will see that.” Though, that would be dependent on a great many things. Including her ability to accept that he has a relationship with me. But that was a headache for another time, “And if not, I know that you’ll find someone that adores you.”

The tears stopped then, and she pulled back to look at Apolline far more seriously than she could ever remember, “No, it will be Harry.” Despite her own affection for the young man, she had to admire her daughter’s conviction, “But you’re right, mama. It wouldn’t be fair… and I don’t want to make him angry at me because I put him in this situation so, I will do it.”

For the second time in Apolline’s life, she took on Gabrielle’s debt to Harry. There was a part of her that felt guilty, knowing full well that Harry was the sort of young man that her daughter could no doubt have a very fulfilling life with. Just like my own mother and father. But she had no desire to put that burden on a girl so young, nor on a young man so selfless. And there was the selfish part of her that was undoubtedly enamored with the young hero.

When all was said and done, given the rather emotional events of the day, Apolline left behind a sleeping Gabrielle in one of the rooms of 12 Grimmauld Place. Making her way down the stairs, she headed toward the kitchen but stopped short of it when she saw a light coming from one of the sitting rooms. Inside, she found Harry.

There was a bottle of whiskey on the small table. He filled a snifter three fingers high for himself. Stepping in to the room, she had his attention, “I didn’t realize you were back.” She could feel both debts drawing her closer to him, demanding that she fulfill her duty to the impressive young wizard. It took all her self-control to stop herself from acting on those innate desires immediately.

“I just arrived half an hour ago.” He told her as he poured another drink and offered it to her. Sitting in the chair beside him, she took it from him and let the amber liquid slide down her throat, burning pleasantly as it went, “I went looking for you, but didn’t want to interrupt your conversation with Gabrielle.”

“Zat’s probably for ze best.” She doubted that his presence would do anything but hinder her discussion, “’ow did things go?”

He sighed and took a drink of whiskey, “Things settled down… I saw Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, Ron… I hope Hermione’s alright. I imagine she needed to apparate away, too.” The Weasleys, despite their status as blood traitors, were still pureblood, and that was enough to keep them safe, at least for now. He reached out and took her hand, “I saw Fleur, too. Her and Bill were scratched up, but alive.”

She didn’t realize she’d been holding her breath in anticipation until that moment. Knowing that her eldest daughter was safe too made her feel infinitely lighter.  It only made that clawing need within her that much more prominent.

But Harry wasn’t done, “I saw no sign of your husband though.”

News of Jacques was the furthest thing from her mind, “If he’s alive, I’m sure that ‘e returned to France as soon as possible. It wouldn’t surprise me if ‘e apparated away before ze dust settled.” Considering he’d been running to save his own skin the last time she saw him, even with his daughters in danger, she wasn’t sure if she cared one way or the other.  

Harry squeezed her hand comfortingly before letting go. He set his drink down before broaching another rather pressing issue, “How did your conversation with Gabrielle go?”

Finally, they were getting to the more pressing issues, at least as far as the more primal, more veela, part of her mind was concerned, “She was reluctant, but eventually she listened to reason and agreed to transfer ze debt to me. For ze second time in my life, I owe you twice over.” She moved forward in her chair, reaching over to run her hand along his thigh.

Chuckling, he covered her hand with his own larger one, “Debt or not, I wouldn’t’ve done anything differently. But I’m glad to hear you were able to convince her.”

“Oui, I convinced her… for now.” She caught his eye, and he swallowed at the heat in her gaze, “But don’t be surprised if you ‘ave a rather persistent admirer in about five years.”

He shook his head ruefully, “I’ll keep it in mind. But would she still be interested knowing what I’ve done with her mother?”

“She’s a young veela who’s fully confident in what she wants… She understands that we are creatures of passion, and she understands that a debt like this must be fulfilled.  I doubt it’ll be much of a deterrent.” Sliding down to her knees in front of him, she rested her head against his thigh. Between the debt urging her forward and the stress of the day, she was eager for any relief, and she knew that Harry could give it to her many times over, “She gets zat sort of determination from ‘er mozzer, you know?”

“I know…” One dainty finger came up to his trousers and traced along the inside of his upper thigh and he suddenly forget what else he was going to say. She could feel the slowly growing bulge as she let her allure bathe every nook and cranny of the room. His impressive length grew beneath the fabric as Apolline pressed soft kisses to it. Her fingertips teased him as she paid special attention to his tip. He groaned and she giggled as a bead of precum, clear and shining in the light, spurted through his trousers. Her tongue darted out to collect the delectable treat.

“Have I ever told you…” She squeezed his shaft and coaxed another bead of her little treat out, but he managed to maintain his train of thought this time, “how thankful… I am that I saved you and your daughters?”

“No… but I’m going to show you exact ‘ow thankful I am for you saving us.” He stared down at her as she pulled her wand from the deep valley of her cleavage. Given her form-fitting dress, it was one of the few places she could hide it without being seen. And even that was only possible thanks to a bit of magic.

With a wave of her wand, he was sitting in that  same chair naked as the day he was born. There was a heavy slap as his cock, now free of its confines, snapped up to hit against his abdomen before bobbing down to rest between his thighs again.

Without using her hands, she latched onto his swollen crown and lavished his ridge with quick flicks of her dexterous little tongue. Harry’s hands rested on each arm of the chair, his nails digging into the upholstery as he reveled in her ministrations.

Her tip dragged through his slit before she wiggled it against his frenulum, a glob of delicious precum bathed her tongue for her efforts. Holding it in her mouth rather than swallowing, she pushed her lips down his length slowly, making sure to make every inch as wet as possible.

Little by little, his length disappeared until her nose pressed against his lower abs, all without the slightest gag from the older woman. Thank goodness for being a veela and our lack of a gag reflex. Without that nifty little quirk of genetics, Apolline doubted her ability to manage the feat.

“Bloody fucking hell…” He raised one leg, toes curling from the pleasure, and beat his hand down against the arm of the chair. His heel pressed into the middle of her back and pushed her just that little bit deeper. Even with her throat thoroughly stuffed with cockmeat, she made sure to keep her captivating blue eyes locked on him. She wanted to see every bit of euphoria written into the lines of his face from her masterful work.

Her tongue slipped out from the tight seal of her mouth to tickle his big, full bollocks. His entire shaft throbbed within her throat, and she felt a fresh glob of his precum spurt directly down toward her stomach. Pulling back, inch by tantalizing inch, she revealed his spit-soaked length. When just the tip remained, she titled her to the side and let his dome press against the inside of her cheek, distending it obscenely.

Hollowing out her cheeks, she finally pulled off with a loud pop. Placing him against her cheek, there was a sultry smile on her lips as she spoke, “We ‘ad to be so quick at ze wedding, mon amour. As wonderful as zat was, now I want to take my time. I want to worship every inch of this big… beautiful… cock.” Each of the last three words was emphasized with a light slap of his crown against her cheek.

“You won’t hear any complaints from… me.” He finished with a gasp as she pushed her mouth down his rigid shaft until her nose just kissed against his abs again. This time she didn’t hold herself there, instead smoothly gliding back up until her lips were sealed on the ridge of his tip before pushing herself back down.

It was only then that she brought her hands into the equation; one just below the tight seal of her lips, the other going to his heavy balls massaging them and trying to coax out his sticky essence. She brought him right to the edge and then slowed down until he was ready for more. This is the sort of worship that selfless heroes deserve.  

She brought him there once, twice, and then a third time before he finally could take no more of her teasing. His big hand found the back of her head, and he took her silvery blonde locks into a ponytail. Her inner veela sang as he started guiding her back and forth along his length. He battered the back of her throat enough that she involuntarily released a obscene gluhk.

That only spurred him on. Holding her head in place, she had no choice but to take every thrust as he bounced his hips up from the seat. His bollocks pressed against her chin each time he forced his veiny member into her throat. Thick spittle leaked from the edges of her mouth to stain the top of her lovely dress.

 Apolline’s fingers drifted down beneath the hem of her dress to find her own soaking sex. There was a muted squish as she split her damp folds. The fact she could still feel the thick remnants of their earlier tryst made her shiver on the spot and moan around the pistoning cock in her throat.

With a guttural growl, Harry pulled her face tight against his groin. She felt his length flex within her throat and grow that little bit bigger. She willingly let him put the first few ropes straight in her stomach, but she wasn’t content with that alone.

Pushing against his grip, he allowed her to pull free without any struggle. With just his tip in her mouth, she used her pussy juice-soaked hand to stroke out every drop from his balls. Moaning at his taste, she let his creamy offering sit on her tongue, savoring every drop.

Only when she was sure that she drained him, at least of this load, did she pull back. It turned out that she miscalculated because one last rather weak strand of cum, at least by his standard, spurted from his slit and covered her left eye. Struggling through her own giggle, she swallowed it all at once before scraping his seed from her eye and licking it from her finger. He was watching the entire time, his length, still hard and slick, resting against his thigh.

Licking her lips of the last of his thick jizz, she giddily said, “It’s ‘ard to believe that only a few ‘ours ago, you filled my pussy wizz just as much.” Her throat was slightly sore from his rough use, but she could already feel her inherent magic healing it.

“Apolline…” he rasped out, full of more wanton need than she could ever remember hearing in her life. It sent a jolt right down to her already tingling sex.

But as he made to reach for her, she batted his hands away, “Non, I’m going to take care of you, mon etalon. It’z my debt to settle, after all.” Standing, she took a single step back and pushed her dress straps from her shoulders. It was blue to match her eyes, with silver glittering within it like starlight. It had caught more than one man’s eye at the wedding, but it was only Harry’s that mattered to her.

Letting it slip down her body, she hooked her fingers in the thin straps of her thong knickers and let them slide down her thighs too. It left her in only a pair of silver stockings and blue high heels. From the look in his eyes, Apolline decided it was best to leave them on.

Gliding over to her younger lover, she straddled him in the chair. His hands immediately found the curve of her womanly hips before one drifted back to pinch her heart-shaped bum. Jumping slightly, it forced her to drag her desperate, hot slit against the underside of his cock.

She could deny her need for him no longer. Taking his cock in her hand, she guided it to her dripping petals and split herself open on his imposing pillar. Her eyes fluttered shut at that sweet sensation of being stretched. In one languid motion, she let her hips drop down until she could feel him poking her deep behind her belly button.

Her nails scratched along his bare chest, leaving bright red lines behind before she leaned down to pull him into a kiss. What followed wasn’t lovemaking, it was raw, animalistic fucking as she bounced her perky ass off his hips again and again and again.

Her world became centered on the wonderful melody of plap... plap… plap… It could’ve been seconds or minutes or an eternity of that bliss, but all she knew was that she shivered through her first orgasm and still forced her thighs to keep pushing her up even as they quaked in completion. Her juicy pussy squirted around his truncheon of a cock and bathed his lower abs in her girlcum.

The wonderfully naughty young man, let his hand, still gripping firmly to her ass, slip that little bit further and she felt his thumb brush against her back hole. Her lips slipped from his lips down to his ear. Her voice was wanton and husky as she pleaded with him, “Put eet in…” in the height of her passion, there was no controlling her accent, “I want you to, pleeeasssse.” The last word came out as a deep groan as she felt one of his thick fingers stretch the tight ring of her ass.

As she kept bouncing her hips, she could feel the finger wiggling around, hitting new pleasure points that she’d never experienced with a lover before.  She knew that her third hole, just like the rest of her body was magically perfect for the carnal. Pink and tight, and impossibly clean no matter what. But her husband had never had the pleasure of sinking into that particular slice of heaven. As she neared another orgasm on Harry’s beautiful cock, she knew that he deserved it. He’s more than earned the right to use every part of my body.

Pushing herself up, her hands rested on his chest as she bounced just that little bit too high and he slipped from her clutching cunt. Taking hold of his wrist, she pulled his finger from her bum before she guided his swollen glands to that same constrictive little hole. Looking him in the eye, she gave a teasing smile, “Try to ‘old on, mon amour. You’ll be ze first.”

Before he had a chance to respond, she pressed down on his crown. For a second, it seemed like he might not fit, but Apolline had no intention of allowing such a thing. She was a veela, her body was made for this, made for someone like Harry. With an audible pop the tight ring of muscles slipped over his dome. Slippery with her own juices, she could still feel every vein in his cock as she sat down until his balls rested against the curve of her bum.

A wicked idea came to her then. Showing an impressive level of flexibility, she brought her heel clad feet up so that rested on either side of Harry’s hips. As she squatted over him with her ass stuffed full of his cock, it left her perfect, puffy pussy on obscene display.

Harry’s eyes were glued to the sight, and she couldn’t blame him. She had to take a peek of her own and Apolline actually felt her pussy twitch as she took it all in. In all her life, she never felt a desire to be perfectly slutty for anyone before, but now, she found herself leaning into it with every fiber of her being.

Her head lolled to the side as she pushed herself up. She had no idea that her bum would be so incredibly sensitive. Big hands braced beneath her thighs, and she looked down to see Harry smiling up at her, “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

“Non, I’ve got you.” Slap… slap… slap… She glided along his swollen length, squatting up and down with his help. Her velvet soft but wonderfully tight butt gripped every inch of him. She could see from the moment it started that he was close. The lines of his abs grew more pronounced, his breathing more labored as he tried to hold on and extend the experience as long as possible. I can’t blame him. First my perfect little pussy and then my delectable asshole… it’s a miracle he’s lasted this long.

But it seemed that he wasn’t content to tip over the edge on his own. One of his hands slid from her thigh to her dripping slit, and then she felt him filling both of her holes at once. Two long digits split her plump pussy. He pushed them deep and then hooked them within her, scraping them along that truly exquisite spot that had her screaming to the heavens.

“Oui, oui... Je jouis, ‘Arry... S’il vous plaît... s’il te plaît jouis avec moi... Je veux te sentir remplir mon cul.” In the height of her passion, French spilled from her lips like a prayer. The muscles of her ass rippled around his shaft, so hard that it was impossible for him to move as she tried to coax another creamy load from him.

Whether he understood her pleas or not, he did exactly as she asked. Holding her tight against him, she felt his cock flex within the velvet grip of her bum and then she was suffused with an incredible warmth. Her ass flexed with each new pulse as he bathed her insides white.

Her body suddenly felt heavy, and she found herself draping herself over her lover once more. At some point in her ecstasy, she must have blacked out because his body was covered in more than sweat, she could smell the fresh aroma of her own arousal and as she kissed against his neck, she could taste it too.

He didn’t seem to mind as he just gently scratched her back. Something about that moment, the simple, honest intimacy of it, had tears of joy spilling from the corner of her eye.

Harry noticed, and of course the noble young man immediately looked to help, “Are you…”

“Crying, oui… but don’t worry, zey are tears of joy.” She rested her chin on his chest and looked him in the eye, “You are… incroyable, zat’s why I’m crying.”

“Oh…” He hugged her tighter, “I think you’re incredible, too.”

Giggling, she nestled into his chest, “I know we only really ‘ave tonight… but I would like to sleep with you in a bed. I’ve missed it.” Just that one time was enough to make her miss all these years later.  Not to mention what we can get up to in the morning.

He kissed the top of her head, she could feel him smile, “I’ve missed it to.” They took a few more minutes to recover and neither of them heard soft footsteps retreating from the door.