Family Vacation Part 2

Usually, both parts of the Weekly Oneshot will go up on the same day, but these were both on the long side, so I had to take an extra day on them.

Apolline stared very hard at her breakfast in front of her, clinging to it with her eyes like a lifeline.

“He is like a wild beast!” said Gabrielle. “I have never been handled so thoroughly! A single round leaves me exhausted, but he never stops there.”

Fleur nodded proudly. “It is the stamina that I love the best.”

“I prefer those muscles,” Gabrielle confided. “And what about you, Maman?”

“What?!” Apolline asked, her head jerking up with alarm.

Gabrielle rested her elbows on the edge of their villa dining table. “I am asking your favorite part about sex with Harry.”

“Oh… Well, it is… I mean that—”

Apolline trailed off. Fleur raised her eyebrow. Gabrielle frowned.

“Was it not good?” Gabrielle asked.

Of course it was good. It had been incredible; so incredible that Apolline could almost feel him still… His strong hands on her soft flesh… His stiff cock spearing through her… She shuddered just from the memory.

But she shook herself, and she said, “I just do not want to talk about this kind of thing!”

“But talking about sex is the second best thing,” Gabrielle protested. “The only part better is sex itself.”

“Mother is embarrassed, Gabi,” Fleur said. “Give her time.”

Apolline’s eldest gave her a calm smile. Apolline felt again that this entire thing was awfully crazy.

Conversation moved on to what they wanted to do that day. Incredibly, her daughters suggested a shopping trip, walking between businesses and trying things on. Apolline couldn’t believe that their legs were in a fit enough state to even consider such a thing, but then again, this vacation had been nothing but one surprise after another.

Apolline waved them off when they asked if she wanted to join them, and she was quite glad when they left. She needed a day alone to clear her head. For better of for worse—and she was still trying to convince herself desperately that it was worse—she had fucked her son-in-law.

Well, he had fucked her. In so very many positions. With so much vigor that she could still sense the echo of his touch. Yes, she was very glad to walk to the living room on shaky legs and plop down on a wide sofa, alone for the next few hours.

“There you are!”

Apolline stiffened. She did not look over her shoulder, because there was no reason to. She knew that voice.

“Why are you here?” Apolline asked.

Harry paced into view from the stairs, walking around the sofa to face her. He wore a cotton shirt that was awfully tight, and beneath the waist had on shorts which stopped around the knee, offering a glimpse of the large muscles underneath.

“Didn’t you go with the girls?” Apolline asked weakly.

“No, not today,” Harry said, smiling a little smile that Apolline couldn’t get a read on. “I was looking for you, actually.”

Apolline’s heart beat a bit harder.

“We cannot do this!” she cried suddenly. “Harry, I am your wife’s mother, it is not right!”

She tried to keep how much it hurt her to say that off of her face. She had to remain firm. She had raised her voice and everything, to make sure she got through.

But Harry only looked confused.

“We can’t get your daughters a birthday gift?” he asked. “Why not?”

Apolline stared at him. A different kind of blush spread on her face.

“That is what you were talking about?” she asked quietly. “But the girls’ birthdays are just passed. Do not tell me you forgot?”

It was June. Fleur and Gabrielle’s birthdays both fell in March, nine days and a matter of years apart.

“Of course not,” Harry said. “I bought Fleur a Puffskin farm, and for Gabrielle, well…” He cleared his throat. “She got her birthday present in private. She was very satisfied.”

Apolline squeezed the lining on the couch’s armrest.

“Why do you need to get them anything else, then?” she asked.

“This is about next year,” Harry said. “I want to get the girls something even better. Something that will make their birthday really special! But for that, I’ve got to get started early.”

“Do you have any idea what they would want?”

“I know exactly what they want,” Harry said.

“What would that be?” Apolline asked, wondering what he needed her help with, if not coming up with ideas.

“A sibling.”

“...Pardon?”

Apolline was as white as the pale sundress she wore. Her platinum blond hair fanned out as her head whipped around, staring at Harry.

“The girls want a sibling,” he said. “A younger sister to dote on. They’ve both said it, so I know it’s true. And I thought, you know what, I can get them that.

He was looking at her. Oh, Merlin, the way his eyes were studying her! Apolline felt light-headed.

“Harry,” she said quietly, “I am an old woman…”

That was how she felt at least. She was forty by now. What business did she have with this kind of conversation, no matter how it made her heart flutter.

Harry peered at her. “Do you not want it?”

“I don’t see how that’s relevant,” Apolline said.

She didn’t trust herself to say more. She had to stay firm. She was an old woman. It was the reason her husband upgraded. It was the reason she had watched the passion in his eyes fade, year by year, when he looked in her direction.

“I’m going to be honest here, I don’t see how anything OTHER than that is relevant,” Harry admitted, scratching the back of his head. “It’s funny. Fleur was certain you wanted more children.”

“How could she—” Apolline shut her mouth. Why did her eldest have to be so observant? “It doesn’t matter now. The time has passed.”

Her chin drooped down. But a moment later, strong fingers were picking it back up.

Apolline’s eyes widened. She stared at Harry, who had reached across the couch, tilting her face up with surprising gentleness, yet also an undeniable sense of authority.

“Apolline Delacour, you are a stunning, mature, curvy vixen of a woman, and nothing would give me more pleasure than fucking a baby into you right here, right now, on this very sofa,” he declared. “All you have to do is say you want it.”

Apolline opened her mouth. She searched for all those dutiful thoughts about what was right, about how she was too old, about how Harry should be off limits because of her daughter.

She found nothing. Her mouth remained open, not speaking at all, until the damn burst.

“I want it,” she implored. “I want you, Harry. I’ve wanted you since the moment my daughter introduced you. You’ve pulled me to you, and I’ve done so well to resist, but I cannot anymore! I need you. Right here, right now, however you will have me, I NEED you.”

Harry kissed her. It was all tongue, and very sudden. Apolline felt his chest press against her breasts. She moaned, melting into his touch. 

Her arms looped behind his back. She slid down the couch, until she was laying flat and he was on top of her. His tongue was still in her mouth. Even that part of him was strong, yet he remained gentle as he caressed the interior of her mouth, brushing across the sensitive spots behind her lips.

She could feel his muscles through his shirt. She could feel his nipples, stiff and poking her from behind a sheer layer of fabric. Her body was reacting again. She pressed her thighs together as warmth seeped through her crotch. Her dress was riding up, stuck around her hourglass hips, offering brief glimpses of the panties beneath.

When Harry pulled away and rose up on his knees, she gasped at losing the sensation of his tongue. She swiped her arms to keep him close, but missed. He was already up on his knees.

All he did was remove his shirt. Apolline watched his muscles reveal themselves one at a time. Now, in the light of day, she could make out details that escaped her the night before. She seared the sight into her memory, and Harry let her, pausing and giving ample time for her to stare.

Then he snapped his fingers. Apolline’s clothes exploded off of her like the shreds of a popped balloon.

Apolline gasped. She lay on the couch as if chained down, a tremor running through her body. It was not shock at the bit of intense wandless magic, nor even surprise about her sudden nudity. It was that when Harry pulled that trick, his magic had touched her. It was so strong that it was almost tangible. Apolline wanted it to smother her, until the feeling enveloped her completely.

By the time she focused on Harry again, he had managed to ditch his own shorts. She wasn’t sure how given the position he was in, but it was true.

“I would like to try something,” Harry said. “May I?”

His cock was erect, as if he hadn’t ruined Apolline and both her daughters one after another just hours before. His gaze was fixed down at her chest, where Apolline’s enormous breasts lay pressed down by gravity, and she gave him a nod. In truth, she doubted there was a thing he could do to her that she would turn down now.

Her womanhood was sopping. From the moment his magic washed over her, she had been aching for the feeling of his cock. She might have even cum once already. But she was far from disappointed when Harry waddled forward, putting his knees either side of her waist, and cupped her breasts. 

They were too much for his hands to envelope. Harry watched them bounce under his touch, while Apolline shut her eyes and arched her back, giving him better access. However he wanted to touch her, she was content to let him.

After a few experimental pushes, Harry nodded to himself. He lowered his cock, laying all those girthy on Apolline's chest. She could feel its warmth. A moment later he molded her breasts around it, forming them perfectly, thrusted forward.

The rough skin of his scrotum scraped along Apolline’s stomach. She felt his defined calf muscles squeezing her sides. And then there were his hands, squeezing her breasts into the desired shape with a firm and unrelenting grip. Apolline moaned just from his touch, rubbing her thighs together, feeling moisture trapped between them.

Harry’s face was one of wonder and pure pleasure as he thrusted through her cleavage, staring down at Apolline with a look she had never seen on his face, not even the night before with Fleur and Gabrielle.

“You are wonderful,” he said.

His voice was full of authority, without a shred of doubt. It made Apolline begin to shake.

She could feel his climax coming from the pace he set. As he sped up, his mouth hung open more, while his eyes weren’t quite fully open. Was it really her body making him feel so good?

When she sensed that he was truly ready to cum, Apolline was ready. She craned her neck, raising her head. And she opened her mouth wide to absorb his seed when it fired out.

But it never did.

Harry’s hips came to a jerky stop. Apolline was left with her mouth open, staring confusedly up at him. Ever the gentleman, Harry gave her something else to suck on, sticking his finger in her mouth. Apolline reflexively closed her lips around it, sucking on him so hard he puckered her lips.

“Your body feels fantastic,” Harry said as she sucked on him, “but we’re doing this for a reason. I can’t be wasting a single load today.” He leaned forward slightly. “I have to pump every last bit I can into you. Just to make sure.”

He pulled his finger out of her lips with a wet pop. In moments he had slid back along the couch. His cock was straining. Apolline could see how badly it wanted to release its load. And it would, soon, because Harry wasted no time thrusting every last inch into her pussy.

There was no need for foreplay. From the moment Harry’s magic touched her, Apolline had been wet enough to accommodate anything.

“Ahhhn!” she moaned out loud, blinking a moment later. When was the last time her voice had sounded so… young?

Her thighs had been hooked over Harry’s wrapping around his hips. He bent forward, and she grabbed his back, linking her arms behind him. The dull slap of his flesh echoed through the room, and possibly throughout the entire villa. His body possessed so much more power than her ex-husbands had.

“Moan for me,” Harry commanded. “Don’t hold back.”

So Apolline did.

“Ahhhhh! Ah! Ah! Uhn! Annnnnnggggg!”

Each sound was slightly different. Apolline didn’t spare a single thought for her dignity, too lost in pleasure. She came over and over, faster than she ever thought possible. So did Harry. His first orgasm that he denied himself burst out quickly, filling Apolline like someone had turned a firehose on her crotch. He didn’t even slow down, and the first was followed shortly be a second one.

She was leaking. So much was spilling out of her pussy, which didn’t have room to accommodate even a drop more. She realized, vaguely, that Harry wasn’t even trying to hold back his orgasms. He was going to cum as his body pleased, using that freakish stamina to keep going every single time he did.

She was going to be SO full by the time he was finished with her.

Harry grunted, changing positions. He rolled her over, lifting her hips to plunge into them from above. Apolline found her face shoved into the sofa’s cushioned armrest. Her voice became muffled, allowing her to hear the furniture beneath them creaking. Harry was insatiable. He plunged into her with just as much vigor as before, reaching even deeper now that he was thrusting into her from behind. Each collision of their bodies sounded wet, with Apolline overflowing with his loads. 

This position lasted for multiple more orgasms, yet Harry wasn’t done. He hooked his arms underneath her legs, hefting her up.

He held Apolline’s weight easily. Her breasts bounced and flailed around her chest as she was held in his arms, being pounded from below now. She hurled her head back. Harry bit her neck. When his teeth were finished with her sensitive flesh, he whispered in her air.

“Can you feel it?”

Through the haze her mind had become, Apolline focused on the feeling around her crotch. Harry’s warmth was spreading through her. It was deep inside her. Was that what she was meant to be feeling?

No, there was something else. There was something more about his unending gifts to her. Each load he dumped inside came with something extra, like each of his sperm was a little spark. It was magic.

“Powerful wizards have perfect control over their bodies,” Harry whispered. “I can shoot blanks as long as I want. Or, I can imbue it with something extra. From the moment you agreed to this, there was no chance you weren’t getting pregnant.”

Apolline’s eyes rolled up in her head. That power that had drawn her to him, that magic that drove her insane, was inside of her. She had never been happier.

She remembered, for a moment, an old memory she had mostly forgotten. She was on a sofa a lot like this one, pulling at her then-husband’s arm. She was begging him for a bigger family. It had always been her dream.

But his head was already losing its hair. He was portlier than he had been when she married him. And the way he looked at her, Apolline knew it instantly. He wasn’t capable of giving what she wanted even if he tried.

So she had given up. She went on with life. She sacrificed her dreams to be a good wife. And at the end of it, he tossed her away anyway.

Someone kissed her, capturing her lips and filling her mouth with their tongue. Her eyes widened. She stared into Harry’s green eyes when he pulled back, his cock still thrusting through her.

“You’re mine now,” he said.

It wasn’t bravado, just a fact. He’d left his mark on and inside of her time and again today and the night before. Whether she wanted it or not—and she was beginning to suspect she REALLY wanted it—Apolline was in the same boat as Gabrielle now.

She simply couldn’t lose this man now.

His hips bucked into hers. She screamed. He grunted. He filled her again, pouring his warmest, thickest batch of semen into her yet. His magic caressed her womb.

Apolline believed him. She would be a mother again, this time of HIS child.

As her body shook, she couldn’t help but grin dopily, thrilled beyond belief.

She couldn’t think of a better fate.