The Trouble With Veela (Ch. 3)

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

The Trouble With Veela

Chapter 3

Apolline was utterly exhausted. It had been another long, sleepless night of tossing and turning while her loins burned with desire. Nothing she could do would quench that unstoppable blaze. From past experience, she knew this was going to be the case, but that didn’t stop her from trying. Over and over she tried, until her nether region was sore and her fingers were cramped. It was a pitiful way to spend the night. She took a sip of her overly-strong coffee and glanced at Gabrielle. The girl was stunningly gorgeous and full of energy. ‘It must be nice to have a lover who is more than willing to take care of all of her wants and needs,’ she enviously told herself. Seeing Gabrielle’s hauntingly beautiful face was like a gut punch to her. When she looked into the mirror that morning, the reflection staring back at her was less than ideal. Her skin looked paler than usual, her thick, luxurious hair was flat and muted, and worst of all, she had dark rings under her dim, depthless eyes. She had never felt more unattractive in her entire life. It was a sad state of affairs, she had to admit.

Apolline took another deep swig from her cup and watched her gorgeous daughter dance around the room, her shapely hips swaying to the pulsing rhythm of the bass-heavy music that vibrated through the floorboards. Her long, silvery blonde hair fanned out behind her like a sheet of shimmering silk caught in the wind as she twirled. The color of her hair was strikingly similar to her own. Apolline vaguely remembered long ago when one of her boyfriends claimed that a goddess must have woven her hair from the moonlight. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes, and she wondered how that cheesy line had worked on her. She wasn’t exactly the brightest in her youth. When the rhythm of the music shifted, Gabrielle began rolling her hips in a circle and would have been the envy of the most talented belly dancer. The tank top she wore barely covered the bottom of her perky breasts, leaving her slim, toned belly on full display. Her stunning smile lit up the room, and her tinkling laugh filled it with joy. She would have been the ultimate desire for any red-blooded man within her physical orbit, but the raven-haired man who had captured her heart was busy with another woman across the room.

Fleur was snuggled up against Harry on the large, comfortable couch, her shapely body curved into his muscular frame, where it fit perfectly, like a round peg into a hole. She was lovingly nuzzling his chiseled cheek with the tip of her small, cute nose, leaving the faintest trace of her flowery perfume on his skin, and her slender hand was roughly squeezing his inner thigh. Her small, dainty hand with its perfectly manicured nails was so close to the junction of his legs that Apolline had to wonder what exactly was going on beneath the dim lighting of the living room. Regarding Harry, Fleur had always been a major flirt and a bit of a tease, but this public display of affection was beyond the pale. Apolline watched, mouth slightly agape, as Fleur teasingly nipped his chin with her perfect, white teeth and giggled excitedly when Harry laid a soft, lingering kiss right beside her delicate nose. Fleur purred like a kitten and placed her silken palm against his cheek. Pulling his face closer, Fleur laid her own soft kiss dangerously close to his lips. Apolline’s eyes widened when she witnessed the tip of Fleur’s pink tongue flick across his skin.

“Gabby?” Apolline called out to her. Gabby turned, and Apolline silently waved her over. Gabby smiled prettily and pranced over to her.

“Yes, Maman?” she asked, seemingly not caring one bit that Fleur was acting so amorous towards her boyfriend. Fleur’s naughty laughter echoed over the thumping music once again, and Apolline leaned in and lowered the volume of her voice.

“What’s going on over there?” she asked as Harry whispered something into Fleur’s ear. Whatever he said, it must have been naughty because Fleur blushed madly and smacked his thigh before bursting out into infectious laughter. Harry ran his hand up Fleur’s thigh and whispered something else. Fleur giggled uncontrollably. She obviously enjoyed whatever he was saying. Gabby turned and looked at the blatantly flirting duo.

“What? They are just talking,” Gabby said with an uncaring shrug. Apolline snorted. Sure, she was guilty of flirting and sometimes being a bit touchy-feely with Harry, but Fleur was going above and beyond. Fleur had her face pressed against Harry’s cheek, and she was practically breathing him in. Now that Apolline was paying closer attention, she noticed something else. Fleur didn’t look nearly as exhausted and rundown as she did the previous day. She looked lively and healthy, and her radiant glow was back in full force. Her hair was thick and bouncy, and her eyes shone like sapphires in the sunlight. Fleur looked absolutely ravishing. She looked like she could conquer the world, and that brought up a few other questions. Apolline set her coffee down and took Gabrielle by the wrist. Leading her into her bedroom, she shut the door behind them so they wouldn’t be overheard.

“That is not just talking,” Apolline countered. “So, what is going on?” she asked again. Gabrielle blushed and finally confessed.

“Fleur was up late last night, and she looked so tired and worn out that I couldn’t just let her suffer,” Gabrielle told her. “So, I kind of … let her borrow Harry,” Gabby said and then blushed deeply while peeking at Apolline to see her reaction. Apolline was gobsmacked. Gabby just let Fleur use her boyfriend?

"Borrow Harry?" she asked breathlessly, her pulse quickening as she imagined Harry's strong hands exploring her trembling body, his hungry mouth claiming hers in a passionate kiss that would leave her gasping for more. Heat pooled between her quivering thighs as she pictured herself writhing beneath him, her back arching off silk sheets as his powerful thrusts drove her to the edge of ecstasy. Her cries of pleasure would fill the room, and her toes would curl just as Harry …

"Yes," Gabby's voice sliced through the erotic fantasy. "And she kept him for hours and hours," she cutely pouted, her full, pink lower lip slightly protruding as she crossed her arms beneath her buxom chest. "It was kind of rude if you ask me. I woke up all alone and had to go find him."

Apolline pressed her thighs together, desperate to quell the throbbing ache that refused to subside. She then felt a blistering hot drop of arousal roll down her inner thigh. The fat, wet bead tickled her sensitive skin as it reached the inside of her knee. She was thankful that Gabrielle didn’t comment on her aroused scent … not that she could tell it was coming from her. The entire house smelled like three pussies ready to be fucked.

Apolline’s mind was still a complete mess. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t help but want a piece of the action. However, she couldn’t muster up the courage to ask. Her arousal-streaked legs became shaky with tiredness, and she had to sit down on the edge of her bed.

“Maman! Are you okay?” Gabrielle asked, her tone heavy with concern. Apolline looked in worse shape than Fleur did the previous night. She quickly knelt at her knees and took Apolline’s shaky hands in hers.

“Yes, yes … I’m fine. I’m just a little tired, that’s all,” Apolline tiredly smiled, hoping to ease Gabby’s concerns.

“Are you suffering like Fleur?” Gabby asked, still concerned for her health and safety.

“I must admit, the last few days have been rough, but I’m sure I can pull through,” Apolline assured her.

“Nonsense! There’s no reason for you to suffer,” Gabby chirped, standing up. “I’ll get Harry and …”

“Hold on there,” Apolline panicked and grabbed Gabby’s wrist as she turned to leave. “You can’t possibly mean for Harry and me to …”

“Of course I am,” Gabby exclaimed, turning to her. “He is very talented and can take care of all of your needs,” she proudly stated. Gabby was very proud that the love of her life was a superb lover. He knew exactly how to handle her body and make her cream all over his magnificent cock.

“Be that as it may, I’m much too old for him,” Apolline said. Truthfully, she was very self-conscious about her fading beauty, and she was just using her age as an excuse. Even on her best days, she wasn’t as beautiful as Gabby or Fleur, and at the moment, she was far below their levels.

“But …”

“No buts,” Apolline waved away her arguments. “Now, let me get ready so we can enjoy a lovely day on the beach. I’m sure a little sun will have me feeling better in no time.”

Gabby sighed and nodded before leaving the room. As soon as the door closed behind her, she smiled cheekily and bounded into the living room. There she found Fleur straddling Harry's lap, her fingers tangled in his hair, their lips locked in a hungry kiss that left them both breathless. The back of Fleur’s skirt was hiked up, and Harry’s hands were squeezing and kneading her ample flesh. She cleared her throat, and reluctantly, Fleur pulled away, a thin strand of saliva still connecting their swollen lips. She then rolled off of him and fluffed her slightly tangled hair.

“You need to do something about Maman,” she told Harry. Harry raised an eyebrow and pointed at himself.

“Me?”

“Yes, you!” Gabrielle said and dropped next to him on the couch. “She’s worse than Fleur was last night.”

“She does look very pale,” Fleur agreed, and Gabby nodded.

“But she won’t accept ‘elp!” Gabby huffed in annoyance. Harry thought that she looked really cute when she pouted.

“If she won’t accept help, then what can I do about it?” Harry asked as he ran his palm up and down Gabrielle’s smooth leg. He let his palm roam Gabrielle’s thigh, her skin impossibly soft beneath his touch, as if it were spun from the finest silk. He felt her skin goosebump, and he could hear her breath become shaky with desire.

“Exactly this!” Gabrielle shuddered, taping the hand that was so vigorously exploring her velvety smooth skin. “I want you to tease ‘er and drive ‘er wild with desire. I doubt she will be able to ‘old out for very long.”

“I wasn’t able to,” Fleur giggled, thinking about how Harry had sculpted her pussy to be the perfect home for his impressive manhood.

“Precisely!” Gabby chirped. “She is so backed up that it won’t take much to crumble ‘er resolve.”

“Are you sure about this?” Harry asked. “I mean, Fleur is one thing, but Apolline …”

“I am sure,” Gabby nodded with certainty. “I wan’t Maman to be ‘ealthy and ‘appy again.” She then turned Harry’s head and kissed him with such passion that it surprised even him. She moaned into his mouth before slowly pulling away. When he looked into her blue eyes, he found nothing but truth and honesty in them. He sighed and nodded.

“Okay … If you’re sure …”

“I am,” Gabby said with a gorgeous, beaming smile. She then stood up. “Let’s get ready for the beach!” she chirped. Fleur squealed happily and shot to her feet. It seemed now that she was feeling better, Fleur was very eager to play in the surf. They all went to their respective rooms and changed.

The Trouble With Veela

Apolline's pounding headache throbbed with every heartbeat. Perhaps the heat of the sun on her nearly naked body would burn away the pain. She stretched out on her plush beach towel, adjusting her tiny bikini that barely contained her curves. With a languid motion, she spread her legs slightly, one knee raised toward the sky, feeling the fabric of her bottoms tighten against her most sensitive areas. That certainly didn’t help her any. Any friction down there simply made the ache in her loins burn hotter. Minutes passed as the cool ocean breeze caressed her overheated skin. The pain intensified, making her moan softly as her fingers pressed against her temples, her back arching involuntarily.

“Are you okay, Apolline?” a familiar masculine voice asked. Her dull eyes opened, and she saw a shirtless Harry Potter standing over her. His broad back and shoulders blocked the bright sun from view. Her eyes raked over his delicious form, and she would have been happy to lie there, counting each muscle while her hand vigorously explored the burning heat between her legs. Instead, she smiled softly and tried to hide her suffering.

“It’s just a small ‘eadache … Nothing to worry about,” she assured him while sitting up, her eyes unable to break away from his rippling biceps. Out in the water, two gorgeous blondes squealed in excitement and splashed around, enjoying their day in the sun and sand.

"Maybe a massage will help," he stated pleasantly, his baritone voice washing over her like warm honey as he moved behind her.

Before she could protest, he settled his muscular thighs on either side of her on the sun-warmed towel and placed his strong, manly hands on her bare shoulders. When his talented thumbs dug into her aching muscles with practiced precision, all hopes of her putting a stop to this evaporated. Searing heat bloomed between her trembling legs, radiating outward in waves that made her breath catch. The tiny triangle of crimson fabric covering her most intimate place instantly darkened with moisture, the silky material clinging to her sensitive folds like a second skin, revealing every curve and contour of her aroused pussy. She felt herself getting wetter with each press of his fingers, her swollen labia slick with desire. The silky material rubbed against her engorged clit with every subtle movement of her hips as she imagined those rough hands sliding between her legs and filling her needy hole. Apolline had to stop herself from begging for more.

His hands didn’t stop at her delicate shoulders. Apolline drew in a quiet, involuntary gasp as she felt his confident fingers slide down the soft slope of her upper arms and settle on either side of her body, just below the line where her bikini top cut across her back. She was hyper aware of the tension in her own muscles, the rapid heaving of her bountiful chest, and the way the heat from his palms seemed to radiate through her skin. He moved with a deliberate slowness, as if savoring every inch of her glorious body and every shiver he coaxed from her trembling form. The pads of his fingers brushed her sides, lingering at the edge of her ribs, then glided forward, tracing the subtle dip of her waist. For a fleeting moment, he paused there, his thumbs pressing just firmly enough to make her breath shudder.

With confidence that only a man like Harry could possess, his hands continued their journey, drifting upward along her front. Apolline arched reflexively, pressing herself against his touch, then stilled as his hands cupped each of her breasts, thumbs slipping beneath the thin triangle to tease the hardened nipples beneath. Apolline felt each thumb flick over the crinkled tips of her hard nipples, sending a shock of pleasure racing down her spine. She bit down on a moan, determined not to show how much he was affecting her, but her body betrayed her. The hairs on her arms stood on end, and she dug her nails into the towel beneath her, desperate to hold back the cry of pleasure threatening to escape her soft, pink lips. He paid careful attention to the curve of her perfect tits and the way her supple skin seemed to mold to his fingers. When his hands finally slid away, she felt both relief and the raw ache of disappointment.

“Did Gabrielle put you up to this?” Apolline managed, her voice unsteady, almost breathless. She needed to say something, anything, if only to reassert some measure of control over the situation. She twisted in his arms, catching the mischievous gleam in his eye that had always drawn her to him.

He leaned in, his mouth close to her ear, and she could feel the smile in his words as much as hear it. “She said you were being difficult. I suppose that’s a trait that all Delacour women share,” he teased, his accent softening the jibe into something intimate, almost affectionate. Apolline rolled her eyes, but her lips were already curving into a smirk. She reached back and landed a playful smack on his bicep, then tossed her hair over her shoulder. She blushed madly when she felt him lean forward and breathe in the scent of her hair.

“English pig,” she stated with fake snootiness. She heard his pleasant chuckle and couldn’t help but smile.

“Pig, huh?” he teased, pressing his face into her neck and nipping at her earlobe, making her yelp despite her false bravado. “I was planning to be much worse than that,” he promised with a cheeky smile.

Apolline snorted, twisting around so she could meet his gaze head-on. “Per’aps a devil then?,” she flirtily asked, her eyes glinting wickedly.

He grinned, the corners of his lips playfully pulling up. “I will be … if you’ll let me.” His statement hung in the salty sea air, causing Apolline’s heart to hammer and her pussy to tingle with wild desire.

She huffed, refusing to grant him the satisfaction of a straight answer, but she didn’t move away … if anything, she leaned closer. There was a brief, breathless moment in which neither of them spoke, and the only sounds were the rhythmic crash of the waves beyond their secluded patch of sand and the tinkling laughter of Gabrielle and Fleur in the distance. The sun was nearing its apex, and the heat warmed the backs of their necks. Time seemed to stop for them, as if the world itself were waiting for her decision. Apolline suddenly realized that her headache had began to dull. Her body was positively responding to him. It wanted more, and truthfully, so did she.

He resumed the slow exploration of her body, his fingers tracing her belly and circling her cute little belly button with lazy confidence. Her skin was incredibly sensitive, tingling with every intimate caress, and she felt her toes curling in anticipation. She let herself melt against him, resolving not to resist. At least for the time being, she was his … and he was hers. Her head tilted up as she surrendered to him.

Their first kiss was slow and sweet, but Apolline quickly turned it into something more. Before long, her fingers were tugging on his hair while she attempted to force his tongue further into her mouth. She squealed into his lips when he scooped her up and carried her toward the house. She knew what was to come, and she was ready for it.

The Trouble With Veela

As soon as her bare feet touched the floor of her room, Harry whipped out his wand and waved it at her, cleaning the sand from her body. He did the same to himself, and Apolline was very grateful. Rolling around in the sheets with sand-covered bodies wasn’t exactly the height of sensuality. Harry placed his wand aside and turned to her. His brilliant green eyes swept over her luscious form, desperately wanting to see more of her.

Apolline's cheeks flushed red as she reached behind her back, heart racing. Her trembling fingers found the thin string holding up her bikini top, the last barrier between his hungry gaze and her naked flesh. With one determined pull, the fabric went slack against her skin. Harry stepped closer and gently gripped her wide hips. Turning her around, his warm breath tickled the back of her neck as he reached for the other set of strings, his chest pressing against her back as his fingers found the knot behind her neck. The top fell away, and Apolline felt the cool air caress her exposed breasts, her hard nipples straining and begging to be played with.

Harry's warm hand slid slowly up her quivering stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Apolline gasped as his fingers torturously brushed the sensitive underside of her breast. Each caress with his fingertips set her skin alight. Her head fell back against his shoulder as he cupped her naked tits, his thumbs circling dangerously close to her aching nipples without quite touching them. When he finally dragged a thumb across one straining peak, Apolline couldn't suppress the moan that escaped her parted lips, her body arching instinctively into his touch and silently begging for more.

Her breasts were extraordinary. Even as Harry stared down at them, his mind couldn’t comprehend the physics of their existence. They were large, certainly, but they didn’t sag like they should have. While she wasn’t old by any means, Apolline was at the age where normal women’s bodies succumbed to the inevitable. Apolline's breasts were impossibly perky, two perfect balls of flesh that seemed to defy gravity. He found himself transfixed by the creamy paleness of her flawless skin.

The areolas, a delicate shade of pink, stood out against her silky porcelain skin. Harry estimated them at perhaps an inch and a half across, and as he looked closer, his saw the tiny bumps peppering the soft, pink skin. The tips crinkled fiercely under his gaze, as if aware they were being so thoroughly admired. His hands trembled with excitement as he gently cupped the underside of her breasts. The flesh seemed to overfill his palms and spill out from each side. He gave them a reverent squeeze, as if testing them for ripeness. Apolline’s breath caught in her throat, and the sound of it spurred him on. He lifted the weight of each breast in turn, marveling at the bounce and subtle jiggle and the way her body eagerly responded to the titillating dance.

He once again brushed his thumbs lightly over the taut, crinkled nipples, and Apolline’s entire body quivered with delight. He wanted to taste her, to fill his mouth with her, to find out if those perfect pink nipples felt as good against his tongue as they did against his fingers.

“Oh, ‘Arry!” she gasped, her voice laced with pure seduction. “I need more … please,” she pleaded. Her body and mind had suffered enough, and Apolline was ready for the cure.

“I’ll give you as much as you want,” Harry promised, ticking her ear with his lips and inhaling her sweet scent. That was all she needed to hear. Spinning in his arms, she turned her gorgeous blue eyes on him, begging him to give her what she needed. Harry sweetly kissed her full, pink lips, but Apolline needed more than loving, intimate kisses.

He went to kiss her again, but before he could indulge himself, Apolline threaded her fingers through his messy, black hair, pressing him insistently downward. Harry gladly obeyed, dipping his head to drag the flat of his tongue along the swell of her right tit. The taste of her delectable skin was both sweet and salty, and the tip of her stiff nipple slipped between his lips as though it had always belonged there. Her back arched dramatically, thrusting her naked tit deeper into his mouth. He suckled gently while rolling it with his tongue and was rewarded with a gasp that bordered on a howl. Her hands clutched at his head, nails scraping lightly over his scalp. He switched to the other breast, lavishing it with equal attention, licking and teasing until both nipples were swollen, glistening, and utterly helpless to his touch. Apolline babbled something in her native language that Harry couldn’t understand, but he got the jist of it. Hands on her wide, inviting hips, he guided her backward until the backs of her legs hit the edge of the bed. Apolline dropped down onto it and scooted back.

In that moment, Apolline seemed less of a woman and more like a goddess. Harry wondered if he was even worthy enough to claim such an otherworldly body. Apolline writhed against her silk sheets and squeezed her pert tits, beckoning him closer with a look of devastating beauty. Beyond her physical attractiveness, Harry had always felt a connection to her. He cared deeply for Apolline, and he wanted to please her in every way possible. Judging by the way she was moving, Harry knew exactly how she wanted to be pleased.

Her hips began to roll against the mattress, searching for friction, and her thighs parted, begging him to come closer. The tiny, crimson triangle of material covering her pussy was completely soaked through, and desperately clinging to the shape of her puffy lips. Harry pulled his shorts down, exposing himself to the room. Apolline gasped and moaned when she saw the mightly pole of flesh sticking out from his body. It was as long and thick as a Beater’s Bat, throbbing with desire. Thick veins ran down the length of his shaft, and Apolline swore that she could see it pulsing in sync with his rapidly beating heart. Her shaky breath caught in her throat, and her pussy clenched in anticipation. He crawled onto the bed, placing his hands on her thin ankles. Slowly, he ran his palms up the length of her long, silky legs as he stalked forward, his eyes hungry like a wolf in search of prey. Apolline nearly came on the spot when she remembered that she was the prey he was hunting. When he reached the junction of her legs, Harry hovered over her and leaned down. Apolline lifted her head slightly and met him halfway. Their lips touched, and she kissed him with as much fiery passion that she could possibly muster. Fortunately, their kiss didn’t last too long. Harry’s lips left hers, and they began to descend. Apolline’s pussy was scorching hot and flooded with arousal. She needed more than a kiss to quench that heat.

He trailed kisses down from her tits, across her trembling stomach, savoring the way her muscles fluttered beneath his lips. He grazed his teeth along the curve of her ribs, making her giggle, then circled her navel with the tip of his tongue. As his tongue dipped into her cute, little belly button and wiggled around, Apolline let out a joyous laugh. “That tickles!” she giggled madly, causing her stomach to shake against his lips. Harry chuckled merrily and kissed her lower belly.

“Sorry,” he apologized. Apolline lovingly ran her fingers through his messy hair and tickled his scalp with her nails. She watched him with the happiest of smiles as Harry laid soft kisses along her lower belly. Her stunning eyes fluttered when Harry gently kissed her hip, and she then moaned when he sucked on the flesh. She thought she might have to beg for him to take it further, but thankfully, she was wrong. Harry grabbed the knots on each of her hips and tugged the strings. Her bikini bottom came loose, and she responded by spreading her legs. The damp material was whipped away, leaving her fully bared to his wandering eyes.

Apolline’s pussy was an obscene work of art. It was no more than soft, blushing slit nestled between plump, impossibly smooth lips. Each lip was as pale as the rest of her body … all except the tiny amount of inner lips that peeked through her taut outer lips. Those folds were the same light pink color as her straining nipples. The mound above seemed almost to swell and puff up with arousal. The skin there, as perfectly smooth as the rest of her cock-hardening body, bore no trace of stubble. Harry knew that Veela were naturally hairless. The same was true for Gabby and Fleur. Their bodies were as smooth as Apolline’s. It was something he absolutely loved about them.

Her slit glistened, already wet and ready, and a fat drop of arousal beaded at its edge. It dripped down and pooled on her asshole, causing the tight hole to pucker. Her clit, peeking from its silken hood, was pink, swollen, and ready to be sucked. The scent that drifted from her was intoxicating. It filled his nostrils and made his head swim. It was the musk of raw excitement and desperate desire. He inhaled slowly, letting her heady scent fill his lungs as Apolline tugged at his hair, begging him to lower his mouth. He leaned in and kissed one side of her pussy … then the other. Apolline’s body trembled with uncontrolled hunger, and she draped her bare legs over his shoulders. She tickled the skin of his back with the incredibly soft soles of her bare feet, tempting him and driving him wild.

“Please, ‘Arry!” Apolline gasped, gently grinding her damp, swollen clit against his lips. “I cannot wait any longer.” Her Veela blood demanded action.

His tongue flicked against her hard bead, making Apolline’s back arch and toes curl. She cried out in ecstasy as the dam holding back her pleasure finally crumbled. She pulled his face hard into her pussy and wailed when his tongue was dragged along her slit. Lights flashed behind her eyes, and her curvy body bucked. His mouth then latched onto her swollen nub, his tongue massaging it and his lips suckling. Apolline’s world shattered.

A high-pitched cry of release warbled across the room. Apolline’s body spasmed and shook, and her big tits bounced uncontrollably. Her shapely thighs squeezed the sides of Harry’s head, unwilling to let him go. Thankfully, it didn’t appear that Harry wanted to go anywhere. He continued drawing pleasure from her body and taking her orgasm to new heights. When it finally became too much, Apolline pulled her legs from his shoulders, spread her legs wide, and pulled his head toward her. His body followed the same path until he settled between her parted thighs. His hard cock rested against her soaked slit, and he hovered over her while she tried to catch her breath. The damp, silk petals felt amazing as they rubbed against his skin, and Harry had to fight every urge not to slide right in.

Apolline finally caught her breath and let out a laugh of relief while brushing the hair from her face. Her pale cheeks were pink from exertion, and Harry could see that the brightness had returned to her blue eyes. “Thank you … I needed that,” she told him while Harry ran his thumbs along the skin of her areolas.

“We’re not done yet,” he smirked and leaned in. Her mouth opened, inviting his tongue in. She immediately tasted herself on his lips, and it further fueled her arousal. As their tongues wrestled, his hips swung back, and the tip of his cock pressed against her slit. With one smooth motion, Harry was buried deep inside of her, and Apolline knew that her day of fun had truly just begun.