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These Veela Sluts Need a Spanking (Harry Potter) Ch.2
🕑 Added 2024-07-18 16:58:07 +0000 UTCClear summer sky, calm sea, gentle breeze and a white sandy beach that seemed to go on forever. Did a man need anything more to be happy and relaxed?
Harry lounged on the hot sand, feeling the warmth of the Southern France seep into his flesh and bones. Yes, after the dreary cold and moisture of London, this was exactly what he needed to unwind. Perhaps Fleur was onto something when she criticised British climate?
Not that Harry was going to tell her. No, his next meeting with Bill’s wife was bound to be awkward as it was.
Harry’s eyes slid from the Mediterranean sea and horizon down to right in front of him, where Gabrielle Delacour sat between his legs, pleasuring his cock most ardently.
The naughty minx was quite put off whenever Harry’s attention wandered from her oral efforts to the scenery around him. Harry had to do it. The blowjob was so great, he feared if he did not distract himself he would blow his load far too quickly to his liking.
This was too delightful not to savour. Gabrielle’s mouth was warm and wet and her throat muscles squeezed his cock most pleasurably. Every now and then Gabrielle would hum with his cock lodged deep in her throat, which sent pleasant vibrations through his dick and up his spine.
Yes, Gabrielle turned out to be quite a talented cock-gobbler. Taking advantage of that particular slutty talent of hers was so far a highlight of his vacation.
Of course, it was just Harry’s luck that whenever he found himself enjoying life, there was someone eager to fucking ruin it.
Harry was the first to notice her. At first, with his mind clouded with pleasure and lust, Harry couldn’t quite figure out who was this mature beauty marching quite angrily towards them.
Then it hit him.
“It looks like your mother is here.” Harry said as he patted Gabrielle’s head.
Slowly, the young veela let go of his cock until with a wet noise it sprang out of embrace of her mouth. Unwilling to deprive his cock of her loving attention, Gabrielle started stroking its shaft with both her hands. She frowned, looking in the direction of her approaching mother.
Indeed, it was Apolline Delacour herself. Harry had not seed the woman since the fateful Fleur and Bill’s wedding, but the years had been kind to this, as muggles said, grade A MILF.
Whereas Gabrielle was a lithe beauty, with modest if perky tits and ass, Apolline was a voluptuous bombshell with proportions that almost strained credulity. Even in her disappointingly conservative attire, Harry could see breasts the size of baby heads strain against the fabric, while her ass and thighs made Harry wondered how Sebastian was able to limit himself to putting only two children into Apolline’s womb.
In other respects, from the shape of the face to the colour of hair and eyes, Apolline matched her daughter.
Granted, the angry expression on her face marred her features somewhat, but Harry couldn’t quite bring himself to care. His cock twitched in Gabrielle’s grip and judging by the frown on the young veela’s face, she did not appreciate her mother stealing her thunder.
“Hello, Miss Delacour.” Harry smiled flirtatiously at the mature beauty when she got close enough. “Come join us!”
Fire sparked in Apolline’s bright blue eyes, but Gabrielle beat her to the punch.
“Why are you here mother? I thought you were on vacation with friends?” She asked, her hands still wrapped around Harry’s shaft.
Apolline’s wrath changed targets.
“I was, but I had to end my travels early when I received a very alarming letter from your sister!” Apolline hissed, the air around rippling from heat and magic swirling around her body. “What were you thinking?”
Wait what? Harry frowned. There was something about this that he-
Harry did not finish the thought as Gabrielle stopped holding back her veela allure, releasing her aura in a clear dominance display. Immediately Apolline did the same, the air between them quite literally crackling with tension.
The combined power of the two strong veela’s allure made it hard to think even for Harry, though thankfully he was not reduced to a drooling idiot.
“Fleur should learn how to shut her mouth up. Or have someone do it for her. That’s what I am thinking.” Gabrielle spat.
Apolline’s eyes flashed when she glanced at Gabrielle’s hands which were still stroking Harry’s manhood.
“At least have the decency of not acting like a little whore when you are speaking to me!” Apolline shouted and grabbed Gabrielle, pulling her away from Harry. He was quite incensed to no longer have a pretty veela to pleasure his cock.
Harry rolled his eyes. Will he have to be the adult here? He glanced around. It was an exclusive beach which catered to a very libertine, even by French standards, crowd so there weren’t many people around. Still, it was best to move this to Gabrielle’s beach house, before mother and daughter transformed into veela avian form and started flinging fireballs at each other.
So Harry stood up and grabbed both women by their arms.
“Why don’t we continue this somewhere more private? There is no need to make a scene for people to gawk at.”
The mother-daughter pair levelled identically angry looks at him, which would have been comical if not for the danger of immolation. Still, they must have noticed the people beginning to stare at them.
“Fine.” The two spat simultaneusly, which only made them glare at each other harder.
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The instant the door closed behind them, Gabrielle and Apolline were back at it again.
“I did not raise you to act like such a slut!” Apolline shouted, jabbing her index finger at Gabrielle’s chest. “Look at yourself, I’d call you a whore but I doubt you made Potter pay you!”
“I am a veela, mum. Just because you and Fleur like to act like prudes, doesn’t mean I have to.” Gabrielle said. “And there’s nothing whorish about having sex with a man you love.”
Apolline snorted.
“Love? You met his twice before this. What kind of love could this be?”
“Destined one.” A dreamy look appeared on Gabrielle’s face. “It’s fate that we get together in spite of all the skanks and other tribulations standing in the way.”
Harry was beginning to grow concerned. He knew of Gabrielle’s crush, she made it abundantly clear. This was crossing some lines though.
Harry intervened before either of them could say something to really hurt the other.
“Alright, alright. Miss Delacour. Don’t blame your daughter. She was just being a good friend inviting me to clear my head after a break-up. It’s not her fault that this,” Harry spread his arms to better show off his physique. “Is too much for any woman to resist.”
“You have an awfully high opinion of yourself, Mister Potter.” Apolline scoffed, but Harry caught her eye wandering from his head to his toes, lingering on his pecks and abs and especially on his still semi-erect cock straining against the fabric of his trunks.
“Just the truth.” Harry smiled. “Shouldn’t you try a taste of what Gabrielle experienced before judging her?”
Harry stopped holding back his magic. The years had been good to Harry’s power. The fight against Voldemort, his Auror training and years of hunting dark wizards allowed his considerable talents to bloom. He did not know where he stood in terms of raw power compared to such titans as Dumbledore and Voldemort – he had been too weak and inexperienced to understand their true strength in the past and it’s not like they were around to compare now.
His magical aura of raw masculinity spread outwards, overwhelming veelas’ auras. The effect was immediate. A scarlet blush flooded Gabrielle’s face while her knees began to tremble.
“Oh yes!” She squealed and launched herself at Harry.
His quick reflexes saved him from an oh so terrible fate of being glomped by a gorgeous young woman. He whipped his wand through the air and an instant later Gabrielle was hanging in the corner, artfully bound by conjured silk ropes.
In this position Gabrielle could not move, could not speak, she could not even finger herself to relieve some of the need burning between her legs. All she could do was watch what was to come.
Apolline maintained a measure of composure, but the way she was breathing so heavily spoke volumes of how much she had been affected. Was it just Harry’s hopeful imagination, or were her stiff nipples visible through the fabric of her robe?
“So how about it?” Harry asked.
Apolline licked her lips. A move so unconsciously sexy, it made Harry’s cock twitch.
“If you think I will allow you to stick your cock-”
Harry rolled his eyes.
“I did not fuck Gabrielle right away.” He said. “We started with some discipline first. She was acting like a naughty cocktease to some spanking was required.”
Apolline’s eyes widened while her blush darkened. No doubt she was imagining Gabrielle lying across his lap, her pert buttocks rippling as Harry spanked the tease out of her.
“So how about it? If you are so much better than Gabrielle, you should withstand some whipping from me and not beg me to fuck you afterwards.”
Apolline swallowed.
“And if I win, you’ll cut contact with Gabrielle?” She asked.
Harry shrugged.
“Sure.”
The MILF drew a shuddering breath and nodded.
Harry smiled, feeling his cock grow harder at the prospect of fucking this mature beauty.
“Slut, bring me my whip.” Harry commanded and pointed in the direction of the instrument in question.
Apolline glared at him. For a long moment Harry and Apolline stared at each, pushing their wills against each other until finally Apolline broke the eyes contact.
“Fine.” She said and tuned around.
Harry watched the older woman walk away, admiring her thicc backside and the way her hips swung as she walked. It took quite a bit of his willpower not to simply jump on the woman, throw her on the carpeted floor and mount her like a bitch.
Only the knowledge that soon the woman was going to be begging for his cock allowed Harry to keep his composure.
When Apolline returned, Harry had stopped her in the doorway. He had her spread her legs and grab onto the corners of the doorway.
Apolline trembled as Harry took a moment to examine her gorgeous body. With a wave of his wand, Harry vanished Apolline’s clothes. While her magical nature would have allowed Apolline to withstand the kind of blows which would have shredded her clothes, Harry felt it was best to start of easy.
Harry uncoiled the whip, letting its tip trace the line of Apolline’s spine. The woman shivered and Harry saw feminine juices dripping down from her wet pussy.
Harry grinned. This was going to be easier than he thought.
Whip whistled through the air and struck Apolline’s butt cheek. The MILF screamed, her toes curling as she struggled to hold on to the door frame. A rosy mark was left on the buttock.
Harry’s cock throbbed, strongly straining against the fabric of his trunks. The sound of pleasure and pain in a gorgeous woman’s voice was really doing it for him. Harry had never thought of himself as a sadist, but these slutty veela were really making him evaluate himself and his preferences.
He was tempted, so very tempted to drop the whip, take out his cock and fuck that MILF into submission. But no. Not yet. Not until Apolline was well and truly gagging for it. Only then Harry would fuck her the a gorgeous woman like her deserved to be fucked.
Until then he would have to limit himself to the whip in order to make her scream.
And scream she did. Each time Harry struck her, Apolline would moan and cry, her voice growing hoarse, even if at some point Apolline started getting into it, pushing her fat ass back as if to welcome the strikes.
Harry whipped her again and again, careful not to seriously hurt her. This was being done for pleasure, not to punish Apolline.
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Apolline’s body was on fire. Each time that english pig struck her, her body would shudder and twitch as pleasure and pain burned through her nervous system.
She wasn’t some Parisian skank, she wasn’t!
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And yet it felt paradoxically good to be whipped like an unruly slave that had disappointed her master. In her position Apolline could not close her legs to try and hide the shameful arousal and wetness of her pussy.
All Apolline could do was try to stifle her scream….
A task she failed as each time Harry struck her, an obscene whorish moan would force its way out of her throat and past her lips.
It was simply getting too much for her. What was a poor veela woman like her do when a hunk like Harry was standing so close to her bare back, his masculine aura overpowering her veela one so easily, as if to foreshadow what he was going to do to her.
Apolline swallowed, her mouth suddenly full of saliva. She could not think like that. She was going to pull through this, laugh at Harry’s ludicrous attempt and then make sure Gabrielle and he never crossed paths.
Yes! That’s what she-
Another strike of the whip broke her chain of thought, as another flash of masochistic pleasure made her pussy clench around disappointing nothing. Apolline tried to clench her thighs in vain attempt to relieve some of the pressure, but it did not help.
Apolline almost gave in right then and there.
This was why Harry was so dangerous and why she was so determined to separate him and Gabby. Some men were simply too dangerous even for veela to tangle with. With their bitchbreaker cocks such men turned good honest women into lowly whores whose sole desire in life was pleasuring their cruel masters.
Apolline knew if she gave in here and now, there would be no turning back. She would forsake the memory of her late husband, forsake her concern for her youngest daughter and would start only thinking of Harry’s cock and how she could get it.
Something niggled at the back Apolline’s mind. What was it?
Then she realised – Harry had stopped whipping her!
Dreading the answer, Apolline asked:
“Is it over?”
She heard Harry smirk and the next thing she knew, his hand grabbed a handful of her ass. The sudden conflict made her reddened ass cheek sting, while to close contact with a virile man made her poor neglected pussy throb with need.
“If you want it to be.” Harry’s deep voice and suggestive words resonated deep inside Apolline.
She licked her lips. Uncertainty and pride warred with lust, until the latter won decisively.
“And if I don’t?”
She could practically feel Harry’s smug satisfaction.
“Then we move this somewhere more comfortable.” He simply said.
Without a word of warning, Harry hooked his arms behind her knees and lifted her up in a bridal carry. Apolline’s face burned with embarrassed arousal as Harry carried her in a way she hadn’t been since her wedding day. She was sure her heart had skipped a beat.
‘Somewhere more comfortable’ turned out to be a dining table, over which Harry bent her over.
Apolline didn’t even have a heart to protest. The moment Harry bent her into position she happily wiggled her butt at him.
She even reached back with her hand to spread her pussy lips apart, to better welcome the coming despoiler.
Of course, Apolline had no idea of Harry’s true intention.
XxXxX
Harry let out a laugh when he saw how eager Apolline was to have her pussy fucked. For a woman who had tried to put on such prim and proper front, Apolline turned out to be as much of a slut as Gabrielle.
Speaking of Gabrielle….
The bound veela was struggling in her bonds, interminnently either jealously glaring at her mother or turning a pleading eye to him. Harry just laughed seeing desperation on the young veela’s face. She was clearly loathe to share him and hated to see him pay so much attention to her beautiful mother.
The poor little thing couldn’t even touch herself. No doubt she was growing quite desperate. Well, her neediness only made it so much hotter for Harry to deny her and focus on her mother instead.
Unfortunately for Apolline however, Harry had no intention of fucking her pussy. Not this time at least.
No. He had a much more daring target in mind.
The veela MILF stiffened when Harry pushed her asscheeks apart, exposing her puckered defenceless anus.
Sensing his intentions, Apolline tried to speak up, but Harry just conjured a ball gag to shut her up, turning her words into muffled moans.
Grinning evilly, Harry slowly pushed his cock forward. Like a glacier, his movements were slow but inevitable and in spite of Apolline clenching her sphincter in a futile attempt to deny him, Harry pushed his cock head through the tight ring of her anal ring.
The reaction was immediate.
Apolline screamed and drooled through the gag, kicking her legs and arching her back as the sudden intrusion into her clearly virginal hole proved too much for her.
In spite of her trying to resist, Harry fed more and more of his unreasonably large manhood past her sphincter, performing what muggles might have called a magic trick of making a large python disappear in a far too small a hole.
Harry, however, made it fit.
His girth pushed Apolline’s anus to its limits and then stretched it past them, until finally all of Harry’s cock was sheathed inside of her ass. Harry paused, mercifully letting his newest slut a moment of respite to adjust to his size.
Then he grabbed her hips, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh, and started fucking her in earnest.
Harry ravaged the poor MILF’s anus, fucking it as if Apolline owned him money. His hips slammed into Apolline’s with incredible force, punching the air out of her lungs and reshaping her backside to better serve as Harry’s cumdump.
“My mind is breaking!” Apolline screamed in her mind, unable to withstand the torrent of sensation crashing into her nervous system.
Pain and pleasure mingled to create a font of masochistic delight that Apolline simply could not resist.
She came like a shameless slut, right in front of Gabrielle who had no choice but to witness the debauchery unfolding in front of her.
Apolline squealed like a pig, kicking her legs and pushing her hips back to meet Harry’s thrusts.
Of course, this was simply the first orgasm of many. Again and again, waves of ecstasy crashed into her nervous system, setting her body ablaze and pushing her into abyss of orgasmic delight.
Apolline grew completely incoherent to the world around her. Only one thing mattered to this painslut, only one concept still found purchase in her pleasure-addled brain.
Harry’s cock.
Apolline clenched her butt muscles, but now no longer to deny Harry’s cock entrance into her backside. Oh no. Now Apolline did whatever she could to please Harry, to better milk his cock and balls of the delicious hot cum.
Harry made her work for it, but even he had his limits.
With a grunt of exertion, Harry popped his cock out of Apolline’s ass, making the newly minted anal slut to whine in needy protest. With less than a second before the eruption, Harry aimed his cock at Apolline’s back and started to furiously stroke it.
A couple of strokes and he erupted all over her back, shooting rope after rope of semen all over her back.
Once Apolline’s back was well and truly white Harry allowed himself a moment to catch a breath and admire his handiwork.
Then a thought occurred to him.
“What was that about letters?” He asked twitching Apolline, but received only weak groans and pained moans in reply.
