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Family Vacation Part 1
🕑 Added 2025-01-10 04:00:08 +0000 UTCPart 2 will be up tomorrow. I got a bit carried away with this one and stretched it out, but it was a lot of fun to write.
The crowded Mediterranean beach was thick with people. Some were sitting on towels, others were walking across the nearly white sand, and everyone seemed to be talking, filling the air with at least eight different languages. Yet the moment they walked past, everyone went silent.
The four of them picked their way through the crowd, but it parted around them. The men gaped. The women glared, until they noticed the last of the four, and then they gaped just like their husbands. It had the effect of making Apolline feel like she was an animal on display inside a zoo.
Fleur walked in front, mature and in the prime of her life. She wore a modest bikini that her body made look skimpy. Gabrielle Delacour’s bikini, on the other hand, was truly skimpy. While her breasts and figure were a tad smaller than her sister’s, she attempted to make up for it with scandalously tight swimwear. Apolline wanted to scold her, but she was in no position to do so. Looking down reminded her of why.
She hadn’t worn a bikini since she was married at the age of eighteen. The girls’ father hadn’t liked the idea of her in one, not in a space where other men could see, terrified they would notice her and steal her away. It was only now, three months after an ugly divorce, that her daughters had talked her into a trip to the beach.
She was sure the bikini she used as a teenager would still fit. It did… sort of. The fabric was holding, for now, but her enormous breasts were straining it to the point Apolline worried it would pop, and even stretched so far, it barely hid more than the scraps Gabrielle wore.
“This will be so fun!” exclaimed her youngest.
Fleur looked at her sister, tossing platinum hair over her shoulders. “There is no need to shout, Gabi. We can all hear you.”
Staring at her daughter, Apolline couldn’t fight down a twinge of jealousy. She wasn’t proud of it, but she couldn’t help it. Here Fleur was, still young and so perfectly beautiful, and she could walk freely along the beach in whatever clothing she chose to. Her husband didn’t mind or object one bit.
Why would he? Apolline glanced at the man walking just behind her in swim trunks and flip flops. He was having the same effect on the women around them that the veela family was having on the men. Apolline wondered if that was just because of his chiseled body and strikingly handsome features, or if maybe even the Muggles could feel his magic the way that she could, so warm and powerful, wrapping her under its weight… pulling her towards him…
Apolline shook her head quickly. This was why she hesitated when her daughters insisted on taking her on vacation! She knew Harry would be here, and it took so much concentration to resist him…
Fleur found a proper spot and rolled out a beach towel. Harry set down a cooler he had been carrying, bringing out drinks and food for them while the girls picked their spots. When he was done, he sat directly behind Fleur, who leaned back into his touch as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Apolline felt another tug of jealousy.
To fight it off, she lay back and prepared to shut her eyes and sunbathe. She was never a fan of the attention she naturally elicited. What was it good for, except driving her husband crazy with jealousy every time they were in public? Her thoughts remained roughly the same after the divorce, just out of habit.
But before she could check out and relax, Gabrielle said, “Look Maman!”
Her daughter pointed. Apolline shielded her eyes, looking in that direction, and gasped.
Women, not just a few but lots, had taken off their tops. Some were lying on their stomachs to hide their breasts, but others had them out and displayed shamelessly. In fact, there were more with their tops off than had them on.
“Doesn’t that look like fun?” Gabrielle asked.
“I do not think—” Apolline said.
But Gabrielle had already pulled her top off, letting her pink areolas poke into sight. More than one man around them fainted on sight.
“Gabi!”
“Do not be too cross with her, Maman,” Fleur said. “I think we could all stand to relax a little.”
To Apolline’s shock, her other daughter also unfastened her bikini top. Her larger breasts didn’t even bounce as gravity took hold of them, they were so firm. Apolline found herself too stunned to speak, as did those around them. Gabrielle gave a wave to one of the men looking, causing him to waddle away, fleeing with his hands shielding his crotch.
Gabrielle giggled musically.
“I did not agree to this vacation just to watch my daughter flirt,” Apolline said. “I don’t care what you get up to most of the time. But do not disappear with the first cute boy you see here!”
Gabrielle turned to her, blue eyes glittering (misleadingly) innocently.
“That is not me anymore, Maman!” Gabi insisted. “Haven’t I told you? I’m a changed woman. I’ve found a man for me.”
This was even more shocking than when she removed her top. At least getting naked was something Apolline was used to seeing from her daughter. But this?
“Are you telling the truth?” Apolline demanded.
“Oui, she is,” Fleur said. “She has shown me. It is true.”
“I’m serious about him,” Gabrielle insisted. “This should thrill you, Maman! You are always telling me to settle down. I’m finally doing as you say!”
She was, and indeed, Apolline should be feeling exactly that way. But she couldn’t help feeling there was a catch coming.
“So you should celebrate by taking your own top off!”
And there it was. Apolline crossed her arms in front of her chest.
“I’m alright,” she said with a blush.
“Nonsense! We are all doing it!” Gabrielle brought out her ultimate weapon. “Or do you want me to begin changing boyfriends like they are clothes again?”
It was a low blow, and they all knew it. But it worked all the same. Her hands shaking very slightly, Apolline undid her bikini top, letting it drop away.
Her breasts weren’t like Fleur’s. They didn’t remain perfectly upright, but instead sagged slightly, more than they would have in the past. They’d been like that ever since her pregnancy, when they swelled to the size they were now. But what did it matter that they were even bigger than Fleur’s, when the shape was ruined? Men wouldn’t even look at her willingly, if she looked like this.
Abruptly, Fleur stood up. She hopped over to the cooler, grabbing a drink. And as she stood up, Apolline was attracted to something else moving. Harry, who had remained silent thus far, was experiencing his own wardrobe malfunction. His swim trunks were expanding as something enormous swelled inside.
Apolline reflexively covered her chest, her eyes widening. The growth between his legs slowed down.
“Sorry,” Harry apologized bashfully. “Natural reaction.”
“Do not apologize.” Fleur returned, dropping back into his lap, with the side effect of grinding against his growing cock. “My mother is a beautiful woman! I would have been more upset if you had no reaction!”
“Me…?” Apolline said. “Beautiful?”
Both her daughters looked severely at her.
“Oui!” they insisted, their eyes daring her to disagree.
So Apolline didn’t. She lay back, shutting her eyes the way she had planned to. But for some reason, she couldn’t help but see it, over and over again: that shape between Harry’s legs, and the way he had looked at her in that moment.
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This problem lasted the entire day, all the way until Apolline lay in bed. She simply could not sleep. Her loins longed for something, and when she offered her fingers, they demanded more. She hungered for a man. Or maybe it was one specific man…
She slapped her cheeks with both hands. Rising, she pushed aside silk sheets. She paused for a moment, relishing a cool breeze from the open window as it caressed her nude body. She never had been able to sleep in clothes; to a veela, even a half-veela, naked was their natural state. Her daughters’ blood was diluted enough that they had never felt it… or maybe they did, in their own ways. After all, Gabrielle had been ditching her clothes constantly ever since her eighteenth birthday.
Shaking her head and hoping that the conversation earlier was all true, and that Gabrielle had put that behind her, Apolline grabbed a robe. She pulled it on and slipped out. Wandering down the hallway of their family villa, she planned to go to the kitchen, where she could at least enjoy a view while sleep escaped her.
As she walked down the hall, however, she heard noises. Was one of her daughters up? A conversation sounded better than sitting alone, so Apolline followed the sounds.
She realized that perhaps that was a naive decision the moment she heard her daughter's voice scream, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhn!”
It was similar to the scream Apolline remembered when Fleur broke her arm at the age of nine, after stealing and falling from her father’s broom. But this wasn’t an exclamation of pain. It was tinged with something different, something impassioned, something… erotic.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!”
The sounds were wild. Uncontrolled. They were being driven from her body, accompanied by fleshy smacks. What would Harry look like, naked and on top of you, driving that thing she saw beneath his swim trunks inside of your most sensitive areas? What would he FEEL like? Apolline’s fingers drifted down, toward her crotch, where they had been before, while she stood frozen…
Apolline shook herself. What was she thinking? How did the thought of Harry always leave her like this? She should not be lingering here, outside of their door. She began to scurry to the kitchen, before someone stopped her dead.
“You like that, don’t you?” asked a composed, familiar voice.
It was Fleur’s.
Apolline’s head spun. But if Fleur was speaking normally, then that familiar voice was…
“Does my husband’s cock fill you up? Does it drive you crazy, Gabi?”
Apolline’s breath caught the moment she peaked through the door, which was resting open a crack. The king sized bed that Harry and Fleur had been using over the course of the vacation was full. And it was trembling.
Harry was there. His muscular arms were planted on the bed, straining as they held up his weight. His muscular bum rose and fell. Apolline forgot how to breathe as she watched his cock slide into view. It was just as enormous as it looked beneath his clothes. She memorized every vein. Then his bum dropped, his cock was driven forward, and the entire thing disappeared inside her daughter.
Gabrielle was writhing on the bed. Her hands were plastered to Harry’s chest. Her breasts bounced and trembled each time his body struck her. When she felt his cock, Gabrielle screamed again. One glance at the sheets was enough to show how her body had been reacting, old stains covering the bed around her crotch.
“Good girl,” Fleur coached. Apolline’s elder daughter was also on the bed, laying lengthwise with her heart-shaped bum on full display, admiring her sister’s squirming face. “You love this cock, don’t you?”
“I do!” Gabrielle gasped, her voice hoarse.
“And what do you want?”
“I want Harry,” she moaned. “I want to belong to him. I want to be his, forever and ever. I want this thick cock to shape me, until I’m his personal cock sleeve!”
Harry’s face twitched. His chest shuddered, and the next time he dropped his hips, he left himself embedded inside Gabrielle, pumping cum into her small tight body. Fleur watched on with a perfectly satisfied smile.
Apolline was glad it was over. If it had kept going on, she wasn’t sure if she would’ve had the strength to leave. And if she watched any longer, she was sure she was going to do something that she regretted.
Yet when Harry pulled out of Gabrielle, Apolline lost her breath. He was still completely erect, looking as if nothing happened.
He rolled Gabriell over, dragging up her hips and fucking her from behind. After a half hour of that, he rolled her onto her side, hooking her leg over his shoulder and fucking her at an angle. He used her like a toy, cumming inside her three more times. And yet there was no end to his energy.
The sheer atmosphere he was exuding washed over the room. It was magic, it had to be. His power was giving him near inhuman stamina, as well as wafting outward, drawing Apolline toward him. She wanted to hurl open the door and throw herself on that cock. Instead, she shoved her hand through her robes, digging her fingers into her pussy with all the force an energy she could muster.
Gabrielle was a wreck. She had passed out with a dopey smile on her face, while Harry kneeled above her, surveying his work. She was covered in his cum from her breasts down to her crotch, but by far the most had been poured out inside her, warm and intoxicating. Harry turned to Fleur.
He didn’t need to say a single thing for his wife to understand him. She leaped on him, and he caught her, letting her wrap her legs around his waist. His fingers sunk deep into her soft skin, and he promptly lifted and dropped her body, moving her along his cock at great speeds.
Appoline groaned. Her fingers were pinching her clit with all they had, but she couldn’t extinguish the fire between her legs. Her forehead rested on the door frame as her knees grew weak. She felt good in the most frustrating way possible.
Fleur kissed Harry. Their tongues danced together. They knew every part of the other’s body intimately. Apolline wondered how many times they had done this, and in how many different ways. Did Fleur get treated like this every night? Meanwhile, Apolline couldn’t remember the last time a man had even managed to make her orgasm.
Fleur hurled her head back. Harry bent his neck forward, biting her breasts. She screamed. He looked up the entire time, making eye contact. Apolline fell onto her knees.
She shut her eyes, leaving her with only the sounds of their lovemaking. Gabrielle had awoken enough to be groaning, soft and thoroughly satisfied sounds seeming to echo from the core of her being. Fleur was roaring out her pleasure, uncaring of who might hear her. And then there was Harry. His mouth didn’t make a single noise, but his body was like a great drum, beating itself into her daughter's flesh.
Apolline lost herself in the pleasure. She fell back, laying there in the hallway, her head tilted up to look between her breasts into the room. She watched and listened as Fleur was fucked in twice as many positions as Gabrielle, for twice as long. Harry was fierce in his love for his wife. He was like a natural disaster: unstoppable in the way he made love. Apolline touched herself as if her life depended on it, because it felt like her sheer level of arousal could stop her heart if she did nothing to alleviate it.
Her bathrobe fell open, the knot holding it closed at the waist coming loose. The fabric slid beneath her breasts, and fell off her thighs, leaving nothing hidden from sight. The best her fingers could do was keep her occupied. They simply were not enough to lessen her arousal, even as she came again and again.
She lost track of time, lost in the sounds until the moment they stopped. With a scream louder than all the rest, Fleur orgasmed a final time, Harry grunting as he filled up his wife again. Apolline realized she should move, but she didn’t have the energy. She wasn’t sure if her legs still worked.
Harry gave Fleur—who was bent over in front of him—an experimental squeeze on the bum. When she didn’t react, he sighed.
He looked at the door.
“Just one left, looks like,” he said.
Apolline felt a chill. Just as quickly, it turned to warmth and excitement.
Harry stepped off of the bed. He strode over, his erect cock bobbing. Somehow, after everything, he was still going.
He still had enough appetite to eat her up.
Harry pulled the door fully open, staring down at Apolline’s thick body sprawled beneath him. He cocked his head, smiling a smirk that did unfair things to Apolline’s loins.
“You weren’t exactly quiet,” he said. “But that’s fine. Fleur was hoping this would happen the entire time.”
“She was?” Apolline croaked.
“She’s the one who got Gabrielle hooked on me,” he said. “It wasn’t hard. She had a crush since she was little, and she was always flirting. Fleur just had me teach her what it meant to be with a man, so she’d stop running around chasing boys. It worked a bit too well, and now she’s with us for good.” He paused. “Fleur’s not mad, so it isn’t like I’m going to complain.”
He stepped forward. Apolline whimpered.
“I can’t,” she said. “You’re my son-in-law!”
“But you’ve wanted to for years,” Harry said. “I’ve noticed.”
He grabbed her knees, pulling them apart. He pulled her hands away a moment later, holding them by the wrists. He planted these on either side of Apolline’s head, holding them against the floor. His cockhead brushed against her soaked womanhood. Apolline came on the spot.
“Looks like you can do this just fine,” Harry said.
His body clapped against hers.
Apolline’s eyes bulged out as her whole body trembled. She nearly passed out. Her insides were being opened in ways that they never had before. Gabrielle’s exclamation about wanting to be reshaped made a whole lot more sense to Apolline, very quickly. Harry was remaking her body in his image with every thrust.
“Fleur made that same face the first time she took me all the way,” Harry said. “She only needed one night to decide she was never letting me go.”
Apolline could believe it. This wasn’t sex. It was something else entirely, to the point that she couldn’t believe her ex-husband and Harry were both considered wizards. Harry was just MORE in every way. He released her wrists, grabbing fistfuls of her breasts.
“These things are incredible,” he said. “They’re so much bigger the Fleur’s, and hers are already huge. The moment I saw them on the beach, I thought about fucking you right then and there. Would you have liked that? Doing it where everyone could watch?”
Apolline whimpered. Harry leaned down, so that there noses were brushing.
“Cum for me,” he said.
Like the command had been a spell, Apolline’s entire body seized up. The orgasm that her fingers had failed all day to bring out struck her with the force of a hammer. She shook all over. Her toes scraped the carpet as they curled up. She wrapped her hands around Harry’s back, her nails scratching through his skin. Between her legs, a flood began. She spewed her juices all over Harry’s cock, excess staining the carpet as she screamed out her pleasure.
Harry pulled back and stabbed his way to her cervix one last time, before cumming himself.
Apolline felt it filling her up. It was different from her own juices; Harry’s she could feel belonged to him, their warm presence impossible not to notice. Her whole body shook, as if she were orgasming again, but it was only from the pleasure of feeling his touch in a new way.
She might have passed out for a moment, or at least lost herself in the sensation, because by the time she had regained her senses Harry was standing up again.
A long, phallic shadow cast itself across Apolline’s face. She stared up, finding his dirty cock still in its proper shape.
“Don’t tell me you’re done already,” Harry said.
Apolline giggled. She gave into the feeling she always felt around Harry, the one calling her to him…
And she rose onto her knees, lapping submissively at his addictive manhood.
