Red Light District (Ch. 36)

( Every character in this story is a legal adult over the age of 18 )

Red Light District 

Chapter 36

The Beauxbatons carriage was parked on the far edge of the grounds. Its powder-blue exterior was glossy, even in the gray Scottish gloom. Fleur led him up the gold steps and through the gleaming doors. The inside was warmer than Harry expected. It was very warm, in fact. Harry guessed that the French weren’t used to such cold, miserable weather. The walls were covered with ornately carved wooden panels, and the floor was cushioned with thick blue carpets. There were little gold-trimmed sofas, and everywhere you looked were bright, gilded mirrors. Everything about the place was opulent. Fleur pulled him through a thin corridor to a door near the back. As they entered, Harry spotted Apolline.

She was perched in a velvet armchair, one leg crossed elegantly over the other. Her dress was insanely small. It was just a tight, red band of fabric stretched across the most perfect rack Harry had ever seen. Her breasts looked like they were one deep breath from bursting free. The hem of the dress was cock-hardeningly high, and the crossing of her knees only highlighted the flash of pale thigh above. Harry could see the black crotch of her panties peeking from between her thighs. Her feet were bare, and her nails were painted candy red. A pair of strappy black heels was discarded at her feet. She looked up at them, and her eyes instantly locked onto his. Her expression was smoldering, and Harry’s cock twitched in his trousers just by looking at her. 

“Maman, I present to you ‘Arry Potter,” Fleur said, possessively slipping her arm through his.

Apolline uncrossed her legs and stood. Harry got a very nice flash of her panties. The thin, black fabric seemed to hug the shape of her pussy lips. She was only an inch taller than Fleur, but she carried herself with this regal, predatory grace that made her seem taller than she actually was. Her silvery-blonde hair was loose, falling in a shimmering sheet down her back. Her skin was pale, with a dusting of pink across her cheeks and the tops of her large breasts. Her eyes were an icy blue, and her lips were full and very kissable. Apolline had a gorgeous, heart-shaped face.

“ ‘Arry Potter,” she said in accented English. “I am delighted to meet you at last.”

She held out her hand, her palm facing down. Harry took it and pressed his lips to the back of her hand, and Fleur smiled in satisfaction. Her skin was warm, soft, and faintly perfumed. He glanced up and saw her watching him, her lips parted in a slight smile.

“You are every bit as ‘andsome as Fleur described,” Apolline purred, withdrawing her hand with a flourish. “And taller than I imagined.” Her gaze dipped, as if slowly appraising him, before returning to meet his eyes. “I am very pleased Fleur ‘as found such a successful friend.”

Fleur gave a happy little hum. “ ‘Arry is the most popular man in England. The girls ‘ere worship ‘im, and the boys wish to be ‘im. It is very entertaining.”

Apolline let out a laugh. “I can see why.” She gestured to a sofa. “Sit, please. Make yourself comfortable.”

Harry sat down, and Fleur curled up beside him, tucking her legs under her. Apolline settled into her chair and re-crossed her legs. The move was deliberate, and Harry could see even more of her toned, bare thigh. The dress rode up higher, and Apolline did nothing to hide the crotch of her panties.

“So, tell me, ‘Arry,” Apolline said, “Do you enjoy photography? Fleur ‘as shown me some of the cards you made. They are very … how do you say … professional? Artistic?”

Harry felt his cheeks flush, but he leaned back and smiled. “I love it. It’s become one of my favorite pastimes, actually. Fleur’s a natural. All the Beauxbatons girls are, really.”

Apolline’s mouth curved up at the corner. “I was a model once, when I was Fleur’s age.” She glanced at Fleur, then back to Harry. “I miss it. I miss the attention and ‘ow fun it was. Per’aps I should pose again. What do you think?”

Harry smiled kindly at her. “I think you’d be amazing. If you wanted to, I mean. You’re …” He stopped, realizing he was about to say “the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen” in front of Fleur.

Apolline’s laugh was softer this time. “You may say it, if you wish.”

“Um … you’re gorgeous,” Harry said, peeking at Fleur to gauge her reaction. She didn’t seem to mind one bit.

She leaned forward and placed her elbows on her knees, giving him an eye-popping view of her cleavage. “You are very sweet, and I appreciate that you ‘elp Fleur so much. I am sure the transition from our country to yours ‘as been difficult. You ‘ave made it much better for ‘er.”

Fleur squeezed his arm. “ ‘e is the best,” she said with certainty.

Apolline reached over and gently ran her nails along the inside of Harry’s forearm. “You must let me thank you properly, ‘Arry.” Her tone left no doubt about what she meant.

Fleur giggled. “She is always very … expressive,” she said to Harry, her eyes sparkling.

Harry grinned like an idiot. “I don’t mind at all.”

Apolline smiled and stood, gliding over to the sofa. She sat next to Harry, pressing in so close that he could easily feel the heat of her body. The scent of her hair was intoxicating. Her thigh was hot against his, and she reached up and brushed a stray hair from his forehead. “You are so tense, ‘Arry. Let me ‘elp you relax.”

Harry exhaled, trying not to stare directly at her breasts. “Thank you, Madame Delacour.”

She made a face. “You must call me Apolline … or Ma chérie, if you wish.” She winked at Fleur. “I think you would enjoy that.”

Fleur snorted. “She is joking … maybe.”

Harry looked from one to the other. “If it’s not too forward … I’d love to do a shoot with you. Fleur hinted that you might be open to it.”

Apolline beamed. “Oui! That would be delightful.” She leaned in and kissed him on each cheek, her lips leaving a tingle on his skin. On the second kiss, her lips brushed the corner of his mouth and lingered for a moment longer than necessary. Harry felt his heart thunder in his chest.

She took his hand, placed it on her thigh, and patted it as if to say, “This is where it belongs.” Her thigh was hot and incredibly smooth. It felt smoother than the finest silk. The hem of her dress didn’t cover much, and when she shifted, Harry saw a tiny triangle of black lace flash between her thighs.

Fleur, still curled on his other side, stroked his arm lovingly. She draped her legs over his, so now he was sandwiched between two Veela, and their combined body heat made it feel a bit toasty. Apolline turned to him with eager eyes. “When would you like to ‘ave the photoshoot?”

He swallowed and tickled her inner thigh with his fingertips. “Any time you want.”

She looked over at Fleur. “Per’aps you could show me some more of your work?”

Fleur bounced to her feet and rummaged through a satchel. She came back with a stack of chocolate frog cards and handed them to her. Apolline flipped through them, pausing at a photo of Fleur in transparent lingerie. She arched her eyebrow, then looked back at Harry. “You ‘ave talent, but Fleur says you do not use magic to alter the photos. Is that true?”

Harry nodded. “I prefer them to look natural. Magic always makes them look fake.”

Apolline looked pleased. “Good. The female body is perfect. It should be celebrated, not ‘idden.” She set the cards aside and slipped her arm through Harry’s, pressing her breast into his bicep. “You must come to France sometime. There are beaches, and even fewer clothes.”

Harry’s cheeks turned slightly pink, and Fleur giggled, sliding closer so that her hip pressed against his. “I think you made ‘im bashful.”

“Have I ever been bashful with you?” Harry chuckled and squeezed her thigh.

Apolline’s gaze locked on his. “And with me?”

He grinned, and his eyes twinkled. “I can get used to anything.”

She laughed, and the sound was pleasant and almost musical. She squeezed his thigh with her hand and left it there, her thumb dangerously close to his groin. “You are very bold, ‘Arry. I like that.”

.

Fleur tucked her head against his shoulder. “We are very lucky to have ‘Arry. ‘e is better than any boy at Beauxbatons.”

Apolline smiled. “I am starting to believe you.”

She took his other hand from Fleur’s thigh and sandwiched it between both of hers. Her touch made his cock jump. “You must come for dinner,” she said. “Tonight, I will make something special.”

Fleur purred. “ ‘er cooking is the best, and after …” She trailed her fingers up and down Harry’s arm, then flicked his earlobe with her tongue. “… we can take more pictures.”

Harry could barely focus. “That sounds perfect. I have a meeting with Daphne Greengrass later, but I can make myself available tonight.”

Apolline released his hand, but her eyes lingered on him. “You are very strong-willed, ‘Arry, but you must take care not to be pulled apart by the women who want you.” She slowly ran her tongue over her lips. “I would ‘ate to see you torn into pieces.”

He laughed with a smirk. “I’ll try not to let that happen.”

Fleur nuzzled against him. “She just wants you for ‘erself.”

Apolline’s fingers slid up his thigh another inch. Her fingertips were now resting on his bulge. “Would that be so terrible?” she asked, her voice lower now. “To belong to us, even for a short while?”

Harry shook his head and found he couldn’t look away from her. The woman was stunningly beautiful. Her eyes were glittering, and her sweet lips were glistening. Apolline leaned in, her lips a hair’s breadth from his. “You may kiss me, if you like.”

He did just that. Harry didn’t hesitate. He leaned in and found her soft lips. Her mouth opened for him, and for a second, Harry thought Fleur would object, but she just giggled and stroked his hair, then leaned in to kiss his cheek at the same time.

The three of them were pressed together, and Harry could hardly tell where one woman ended and the other began. Apolline’s hand found its way between his legs, and she squeezed his hard cock through his trousers. She moaned into his mouth before pulling away, smiling widely.

“I will be a very good model for you, ‘Arry,” Apolline whispered. “And maybe something more.”

Harry smiled, dazed and happy. “I hope so.”

Fleur ran her hand down his chest and lightly kissed his neck. They were interrupted when a door opened at the far end of the room. Gabrielle strode out, wrapped in a tiny towel. Her skin glistened with a few stray drops of water, and her pale hair clung damply to her shoulders. She was a little shorter than Fleur, but with a slightly curvier build. Her hips were wide, her waist tiny, and her breasts were nice and round. The towel just barely covered her luscious body, and her legs were on full display. They were silky smooth, toned, and slightly damp.

Gabby had eyes almost the exact color as Fleur’s, but they were a bit more mischievous. She stopped dead when she saw Harry and blushed as she looked over at Fleur. “Oh!” Gabby said, and her accent was more French than Fleur’s. “You did not tell me ‘e would be ‘ere.”

Fleur rolled her eyes. “Gabby, you are still wet … and naked, as always.”

Gabby shrugged, unconcerned. She strutted over, not bothering to hide her body. “I am used to people seeing me. In France, we are not so uptight.”

Apolline stood, proud and unconcerned. “Gabrielle, this is ‘Arry Potter.”

Harry stood to greet her, and Gabby stuck out her hand. Harry took it and kissed the back, just like with Apolline. Gabby giggled, and her whole body bounced with the motion.

“I am a very big fan of your cards,” Gabby said, smiling prettily. “Fleur ‘as shown me ‘ers, and I must say, I am very jealous.”

Harry smiled back. “Thank you. Fleur’s told me a lot about you.”

“Only good things, I ‘ope,” Gabby said, sidling in close and giving his bicep an appraising squeeze. “You are stronger than you look. Very nice.”

Apolline smiled with pride. “Gabby wants to be a model too. She asks every day.”

Fleur groaned. “She is too much sometimes.”

Gabby turned, her hands on her hips. The towel started to slip, and she caught it at the last second. “I am not too much, I am just enough,” she said, sticking out her pink tongue. Then she looked Harry dead in the eyes, and her lips parted slightly. “Am I not pretty enough for your camera, ‘Arry?”

Harry eyed her up and down. “You’re gorgeous.”

Gabby beamed in response. “See? ‘e thinks so too.”

Apolline laughed and shook her head. “ ‘e is very honest. That is refreshing.”

Gabby let go of her towel, and it dropped to the floor. She stood naked in front of Harry, utterly unashamed. Her breasts were large for her frame. They were pale, round, and extremely perky, with pale pink, slightly puffy nipples. Her belly was flat and toned, and her hips flared out perfectly. She was completely bald between her legs, and her mound was smooth and puffy. Her pussy lips were taut and barely peeked out from between her legs. Harry couldn’t tear his eyes away from her, and Gabby saw this and smiled wider.

She spun, showing off her ass. Her ass was wide and round, with a little dimple at the base of her spine. Gbby then faced Harry again, her hands clasped behind her back, pushing her chest forward to give him more to look at.

“I would love to model for you,” Gabby said, walking right up to him. She pressed her naked body into him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Whenever you want. I will always make myself available to you,” she seductively told him. 

Harry glanced at Apolline, who merely smiled and shrugged. “She is very determined,” Apolline said. “She usually gets what she wants.”

Gabby, still pressed against him, whispered in his ear. “Am I the prettiest you have seen, or is it Fleur?” she asked teasingly while laying soft kisses along his jaw. Fleur rolled her eyes, grabbed Harry, and pulled him back down onto the couch between Apolline and herself. 

Harry couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re all beautiful.”

Gabby squealed in happiness, then jumped onto his lap. Her arms went around his neck, her breasts squished against his chest, and she nuzzled his cheek with her nose. She smelled wonderful, and her body felt amazing. Fleur smiled and shook her head. “She will suffocate you if you let her.”

Apolline didn’t seem bothered at all. She sat beside him and watched with a lazy, indulgent smile. Gabby kissed Harry’s cheek, then his jaw, and then she moved to his lips. She was wild and affectionate, and her tongue slid against his before she pulled back, giggling. “Your lips taste wonderful,” she said with a sexy smile. Her cheeks were slightly pink. 

Gabby wiggled in his lap, her bare ass grinding into his thigh. Harry ran his hands down her sides and caressed her soft, warm skin. Her hand found his, and she guided it to her waist, then moved it lower, placing it on the curve of her ass.

“Touch me?” Gabby whispered, her blue eyes huge and playful.

Harry squeezed her ass and used his finger to play with her tight asshole, and Gabby squealed again. She bounced in his lap, making her tits wobble. She bent forward, letting them hang in front of his face. Gabby pinched one of her nipples and rolled it between her finger and thumb.

Fleur wrapped her arms around Harry from the other side. “She is impossible,” she murmured into his ear, but her hand snaked around to rub Harry’s stomach.

Apolline rolled her eyes and snickered. She got up, poured herself a glass of wine, and lifted it to her lips, watching the scene unfold. “ ‘Arry, you must tell us,” she said in a sultry voice. “Who is the sexiest in the room?”

Harry swallowed loudly as Gabby continued to grind her naked pussy into the bulge of his trousers. “It’s impossible to choose.”

Gabby clapped her hands. “Then you must photograph us all together! You would like that, oui?”

Fleur snickered. “You just want to show off your tits.”

Gabby shrugged, unapologetic. “Of course. They are perfect.” She lifted them in her hands and squeezed them together for Harry’s benefit. “ ‘e likes them, I can tell.” Harry couldn’t argue, especially when she let them drop, and they bounced around. 

Gabby’s kisses returned, this time trailing down his neck. Her hands were all over him, and she pressed her whole body against his. Her hair tickled his face, and her nipples brushed his skin every time she shifted. Harry was rock hard, and Gabby noticed immediately.

She giggled. “You see? ‘e is ready for us.”

Apolline set down her wineglass. “Gabby, you mustn’t overwhelm poor ‘Arry.”

Fleur added, “ ‘e is not used to so much attention at once.”

Harry almost choked. “Actually, I …”

He didn’t get to finish because Gabby kissed him full on the mouth, moaning softly. Fleur stroked his hair, murmuring in French. Apolline watched with approval, her own hand drifting up her thigh, absentmindedly stroking the smooth skin.

Gabby finally broke the kiss and leaned back, her chest heaving. “You are a very good kisser,” she told him.

Apolline rose from her seat and crossed the room. She knelt in front of Harry, right between his legs. Gabby was still perched in his lap, but Apolline reached past her and placed her hand over Harry’s, squeezing gently.

“You are enjoying yourself, yes?” she asked, looking up at him. Her hand slid up his thigh, and her fingers toyed with the bulge in his trousers. “We wish only to make you ‘appy.”

Harry was having the time of his life. Gabby’s soft, warm tits were mashed against him. Fleur’s lips and hands were on his neck and chest, and Apolline was rubbing his cock through his trousers. He nodded and rubbed Gabby’s asshole.

Gabby giggled and ground her hips against him. Her pussy was wet and hot against his leg. “ ‘e is very ‘appy. I can tell.”

Apolline smiled. “Gabby, you are a brat.” She then said to Harry: “If you wish to stop, just say so.”

“I don’t want to stop,” Harry managed to say. 

Fleur pressed in close. “Good.”

Apolline opened his trousers and freed his cock, stroking it lightly. Gabby gasped, delighted at the sight. “Oh, my! It is so big!”

Apolline’s tongue flicked over her lips. “He is very impressive.” She stroked him slowly, savoring his size and texture.

Gabby twisted so she could look down, and then she giggled. “I bet it could make you cum in seconds,” she whispered to Fleur, who blushed and nodded.

Apolline continued to stroke him, her hand soft and warm. Gabby leaned in and kissed the tip of Harry’s cock, and her tongue slithered out to taste it. She giggled and did it again, more boldly this time. Fleur stroked Harry’s chest and whispered, “Just enjoy it. She will take care of you.”

Apolline took him into her mouth, just the tip at first, and swirled her tongue around the head. Gabby’s eyes were huge, watching in fascination. “Wow,” Gabby breathed. “I want to try.”

Apolline let Gabby take over, and Gabby immediately bobbed her head, taking him as deep as she could. It wasn’t very deep, and she was giggling the whole time, but it felt amazing. Her tongue wiggled around the shaft, and she moaned with pleasure as he twitched in her mouth.

Fleur passionately kissed Harry while her hand caressed his balls, gently rolling them in her palm. Her hair fell around his face, brushing his cheeks. She pressed her chest to his, and he could feel her hard nipples through the thin fabric of her dress.

Apolline took her turn again, then shared Harry’s cock with Gabby, taking turns licking and sucking. They giggled and teased each other, competing to see who could make him moan louder. Gabby’s technique was pure enthusiasm and playfulness, while Apolline was a true expert. She sucked him slowly and used her tongue to stimulate all the best spots. She knew what she was doing. 

Harry lasted only a few minutes longer before he felt the surge building. Fleur must have sensed it, because she pulled back and whispered in his ear, “Finish in ‘er mouth.”

Apolline took him deep, her lips sealing around the head, and Gabby licked his shaft at the same time. Harry groaned and jerked his hips. He came hard, and Apolline swallowed it all, not missing a drop. Gabby watched, her eyes huge with excitement.

Apolline pulled off and licked her lips. “Mmm. You taste even better than I thought.”

Gabby squealed and hugged Harry, squishing her tits against his face. “You are amazing, ‘Arry! I want to do it again. Please?” she excitedly begged while Harry laid soft kisses all over her nipple. 

Fleur kissed him on the lips, and then Gabby kissed him on the cheek. “Maybe after dinner,” Fleur said, laughing. Apolline kissed the tip of his cock and stood, smoothing her dress.

Gabby sat in his lap, her arms around his neck and beaming with happiness. “I cannot wait to be alone with you,” she naughtily whispered into his ear. 

Fleur wrapped herself around his arm. Apolline poured more wine and settled in, her eyes twinkling with mischief. Harry sat in the middle, dazed and surrounded by three of the most beautiful women in the world, all of them wanting him. He couldn’t wait for tonight.