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Maturity of Magic Chapter 21
🕑 Added 2025-03-29 19:16:28 +0000 UTCHarry let out a relaxing sigh as he rested on the Delacour’s private beach, alone except for the beautiful mature Veela at his side. He basked in the warm sun, enjoying the cool breeze coming from the Mediterranean Sea as the waves splashed against the sand.
From his comfortable spot, Harry felt the troubles of the past day slowly slip away, ebbing away the frustration and anger he’d built up towards Voldemort. Even if he had been fighting for his life in Azkaban only a couple of hours ago, it was beginning to feel like that whole experience hadn’t even happened.
He took a deep breath and sank deeper into his lounge chair, taking a sip of the fancy magical drink the house-elves had brought him. The beach he was residing on was magically protected from muggles, and probably enchanted a hundred other ways to be more hospitable to its inhabitants.
A woman giggled at his side, the pleasant noise sending delightful shivers through his spine. “I see you are enjoying yourself, ‘Arry?”
He looked over to see a beautiful mature Veela sitting next to him, her body covered by a white bikini that did nothing but enhance her sinful form. He had heard that Fleur was part-Veela, not entirely belonging to the Veela race as she retained human qualities from her father. But it was clear that Apolline, Fleur’s mother, was more Veela than her daughter, and even then, Harry would guess that normal Veela would be hard pressed to be as beautiful as her.
The woman went above and beyond every man’s wet dream, especially when it came to her bodily proportions. Harry was sure that no muggle supermodel could obtain her figure without serious surgical modifications to their body. She possessed an unnaturally slim body for her age, hips and an arse that stuck out unnaturally, with perky large breasts that were nice and big, and unblemished skin that was almost reflective.
All of Harry’s girls weren’t nearly as perfect as her, whether it was Amelia and her huge tits, or Narcissa and her fat arse, Apolline Delacour almost seemed too perfectly proportioned in a way that came off as unnatural. He was struggling to find a flaw with the woman, and as he examined her body, a gentle hand reached over and grasped his chin, dragging his gaze to meet her own.
“Enjoying ze view, non?” She asked with some amusement, having noticed him ogling her. The Veela’s gaze then went down to his swim trunks, and she raised a delicate eyebrow. “I can see zat someone is getting excited.”
His cock was hard as a rock, as he had been sporting an erection nearly since he put eyes on Fleur’s mother earlier. It was mind boggling how the woman was able to control him so easily, as with only a few minor touches and some sweet words she was able to make him forget everything.
He had arrived at the Delacour Chateau only a couple of hours ago, tired from his fight against Voldemort and with his pride wounded. He had dragged his companions into a fight after all, one that saw Narcissa lose her arm as she saved him from the Dark Lord.
And yet, when he used the portkey to flee Azkaban, it had brought him to Fleur’s home in southern France instead of Grimmauld Place. That fact meant Fleur had betrayed him, but Harry didn’t have time to entirely process that fact before the girl’s mother descended upon him.
A tired and magically spent Harry Potter could do little to resist Apolline Delacour, and before he knew what happened, he was sitting comfortably beside the woman on her private beach. Harry just knew that his girls would be livid when they found out, but he didn’t have the energy to find a way back to Grimmauld Place just yet.
Even if he wanted to escape, it would likely take Apolline’s permission for him to use her floo, and it wouldn’t help if he simply left her Chateau on foot. That was how Harry justified it, but really he was just using his time in France to relax and recuperate.
That said, he knew that Fleur’s mother had ulterior motives, and could only assume they were sexual in nature. She was clearly trying to seduce him, wearing a skimpy bikini and giggling at his every word. And as much as Harry hated to admit it, it was working.
He grit his teeth in concentration, trying to break free of his lust and not let it consume him. “I didn’t mean-”
“You’re sweet, paying attention to an old woman like me.” Apolline cut him off, and as if knowing he was fighting a battle with his own lust, she adjusted her bikini then and there.
He couldn’t help but let his eyes fall to the movement, as she readjusted the straps of her bikini top. It made her large teardrop breasts bounce and emphasized them that much more, sending ripples through the titflesh. His cock jerked at the moment, and he felt precum pool at the tip of his shaft.
“Tell me, have you ever been with a woman like me, ‘Arry?” Fleur’s mother purred, the deep way she pronounced his name sending shivers of arousal straight to his cock.
He knew exactly what the woman was getting at, and already thoughts were entering his head of being with her in bed. It was almost overwhelming to think about, and he tried to think of something to make his lust go down. “I-I’ve been to the beach with my aunt Petunia before.”
That had been one of the few good moments in his life before Hogwarts, where he got to visit the beach with the Dursleys. Even if the water had been too cold to swim in at the time, he still enjoyed seeing the ocean along with playing in the sand.
As if to make a mockery of his attempt to divert the conversation, Apolline laughed. “Ah, but I zink you know I did not mean it like zat, ‘Arry. Instead, I was zinking something else…”
She reached over and grasped his arm, and in a quick movement she apparated them to a grandiose bedroom with the biggest bed he had ever seen. Harry found himself standing over the woman as she fell to her knees, pulling down his trousers as she did so to reveal his erect cock.
“Ah, zis is ze prize I was looking for.” The Veela purred, her voice dripping with lust and sending reverberations through his hardening shaft. “Big and hard, and just for me. Is leetle ‘Arry excited to see me?”
He didn’t know if she was referring to himself or his cock in that moment, but it made him that much harder. He had surrendered to his own lust at this point, letting the older Veela do her thing as he desperately tried to keep his sanity.
She moved in before he could protest or do anything, her lips wrapping around the head of his shaft and gently sucking it. Harry inhaled sharply, feeling a warm sensation ripple down his cock and making him nearly paralyzed in pleasure.
He had gotten blowjobs before, but nothing like this. The Veela’s mouth was soft and warm, making the part of himself in her felt as if it was in a hot tub while getting a S-tier massage. And the woman didn’t stop there, descending down his shaft slowly without pause.
He watched as she didn’t even pause to adjust to his girth, taking more and more of him into her mouth. Suddenly, her tongue seemed to lash out and wrap around his cock like a serpent, circling his shaft inside her mouth in a way that was unnatural. All the while Apolline kept lowering her herself down his hardened pole, allowing his cock to enter deep into her mouth and then into her throat.
His eyes widened as her throat began to bulge out comically due to his thickness, as the MILF seemingly effortlessly took his cock all the way to the base. It was a skill he had never witnessed before, as none of his previous lovers could deepthroat him with such ease.
Harry took a deep breath to steady himself, not expecting such skill or pleasure, or for the Veela to have such a fantastic ability to skillfully suck cock. Am I in a dream?
Apolline pulled back then, almost taunting him with the look she sent his way. He could see the arrogance in her eyes, the boast made clear with her gaze. He tried to glare back, and saw her lips stretch obscenely outwards around his cock so she could smirk at him. It must be another magical ability she has as a Veela-
Suddenly, her mouth opens wide, wider than should be humanly possible. He watches in shock as her jaw dips down and she overtakes his ballbag and consumes it in her mouth. Her lips wrap around not just his cock at this point, but also his balls, and Harry can feel her tongue stretch once again to wrap around his sensitive sack.
How… How is this possible? He wonders at his last thought, before his vision goes white in pleasure.
He can feel his entire manhood embedded in the Veela’s mouth and throat, all while her tongue massages and wraps around his ballsack. The pleasure is all too much, each inch of his male organ being stimulated in a way that shouldn’t be possible, and Harry can’t help but give in.
His release jets out from his cock without his consent, and he is barely able to stay conscious through it. His legs nearly collapse as he blows the biggest load of his life, and then another one comes after that. He can barely see straight as Apolline swallows it, but he can hear her delight at him giving in.
Next thing Harry knew, he found himself on the Veela’s bed, helpless and unable to resist as she rides him.
-
“I’m telling you, he was with me when we all portkeyed out.”
“If you were with him, then where the hell is my Godson?!” Sirius Black yells.
“I have a better question, who the hell made those portkeys?!” Amelia Bones demands suddenly. “Harry should be standing here with us, should he not?!”
Tonks sighed as she fled from the ongoing arguement taking place in the living room of Grimmauld Place, not wanting to join the screaming match taking place between the other adults. It seemed that Harry Potter caused chaos wherever he went, and the act of using a simple portkey was too much for the Boy-who-lived.
Nymphadora knew Harry would show up eventually, and that there was no point in arguing over the matter. So instead, she makes her way to the dining room, and finds it already occupied by the last woman she wanted to be around.
Even if they hadn’t talked all that much, Tonks had an instinctive dislike of Lady Zabini. And as for the question of why Harry Potter was fucking a serial killer, or even why Madam Bones tolerated the woman, Tonks did not know.
For her part, Julia Zabini didn’t look the least bit worried about Harry’s disappearance. Instead, the woman was processing magical photos of all things, using the right incantations as she transitioned film from from her camera into moving photos on paper.
Nymphadora made her way closer, and examined one of the photos. It showed Harry dueling the Dark Lord in a way that made him look heroic and powerful, and Tonks could help but bite her lip at the image. He certainly looked hot fighting the Dark Lord.
“He looks powerful in that photo, doesn’t he?” Zabini asked, taking notice of her examining the image.
Nymphadora stiffened, and then snorted in dismissal. “He’s just a Hogwarts student, he can’t be all that strong.”
She dismissed him because of her own pride, not wanting to admit some kid was more powerful that herself. That, and because Tonks doesn’t want to give anyone the idea she has a crush on Harry Potter.
The woman gave her a disbelieving look. “Tell me, do you think you have anyone fooled with this act?”
Tonks paused in momentary shock, before giving the woman a confused look. “Act?”
The MILF raised a condescending brow, making her glare. “I think you know what I mean. You may be a metamorphmagus, but you act like a child.”
“I’m my own person.” She sneered.
“You’re wearing a dog collar, dear.” Lady Zabini drawled, and suddenly the choker around her neck felt like a noose. “You’re wearing your hair short, and not to mention that it’s pink.”
“Y-You have no right to judge me!” Tonks sputtered.
“Perhaps not, but I do know what men like. And it’s certainly not what you have going on.”
“Then I’ll find a man who likes me for who I am!” She retorted.
“Then you’ll never win Harry over.”
“W-What did you say?” Tonks’ demeanor changed to become red, feeling embarrassed at being called out. She had been desperately trying to cover up her affections for Harry Potter, and until now no one had said anything.
“A word of advice, Harry is much too busy to spend his time on some charity case.” Tonks was drowning in embarrassment, but Julia Zabini didn’t stop. “Maybe you’ll grow out of it at some point, but by then it will be too late. While most men have to work to impress a woman, it’s not the same with Harry Potter, especially when he has a line of women ready to service him.”
She folder her arms and stuck out her chin like a petulant child. “Well, maybe he’s not the man for me.”
Zabini laughed. “Your generation is so gullible. Thinking that every woman has a man just right for her. Trust me, it doesn’t work that way. The few good ones are snatched up young, and all that is left over are cockless morons who can’t tell which hole is which.”
“T-That doesn’t mean I won’t find someone right for me.” She weakly replied.
“Perhaps not.” Zabini shrugged. “But even if you find that person, just know you’ll be giving up a real man like Harry Potter, and settling for some pitiful cock that’s half the size. It’s something to think about when you’re on your back, faking your moans and trying not to fall asleep.”
-
Loud sounds of flesh smacking against flesh filled the room as she rode him. The sacred act of a male penis implanted deep within a Veela’s core was underway, and Apolline Delacour was enjoying every bit of it.
He was the best fuck she ever had, and definitely had the biggest cock she had ever seen. And that fact was emphasized with each thrust, and how his organ stretched her core in ways she didn’t think possible. Apolline could see how he had claimed so many other witches with such a powerful tool, but it would be no use against her.
Harry was the strongest wizard she ever encountered, nearly a sex god given flesh among normal wizards. But for a powerful Veela like her… he is just another conquest.
She had dealt with big cocks before, and especially dealt with arrogant wizards who thought they could claim her. But Apolline Delacour always comes out on top.
By the time her juicy large breasts were bouncing in his face and his big cock strangled in her venerated pussy, the boy was experiencing enough pleasure to drive most men to insanity. It was a wonder he was able to hold on long enough to get this far, but Apolline wasn’t complaining.
SMACK
Her fat arse slammed against his thighs, implanting his cock deep into her pussy.
SMACK
Her large breasts that were perky in a way no human woman would know, shook against her chest.
SMACK
Apolline threw her head back and moaned wonderfully, feeling her Veela pussy compress around his shaft as fluids lubricated it. She was cumming from having sex, something that was rare for her, and it was simply wonderful.
“Mon dieu… I zink I overdid it.” She panted, feeling tired from the rough intercourse.
She moved off his cock and briefly laid down on the bed, taking a moment to recover. Who had heard of a Veela getting tired from sex before?
But it was a small price to pay to collect someone like Harry Potter. The boy would be a wonderful addition to her collection, and an especially powerful pawn to have in Britain. She almost forget the arrangement she had with her daughter then, and how she promised to hand the boy over to Fleur. Maybe I should just keep him for myself?
Her eyes suddenly went wide as she felt movement behind her, and Apolline felt something hard press against her derrière. A rough, coarse hand reached around her buxom form and grasped her big tits, and Apolline gasped as she was manhandled onto all fours.
“Did you think we were done?” Harry Potter asked calmly, not at all tired like she thought he was.
“N-Non! Y-You are supposed to be exhausted at zis point!” She stuttered in horror, feeling his cock, still hard and huge, land against her back.
Harry maneuvered the buxom older Veela onto all fours. “I’m not nearly done with you.”
A/N:
I’ve been meaning to ask, but would you be alright with a muggle original character joining Harry’s harem? I know some readers don’t like characters to be too OC, so I’m asking first
Comments
Patrick Darmon
No OCs. There's so many characters that adding OCs just ruins the point of a fanfic
haze2343
Since harry is messing with Draco by having Pansy and his mom. Maybe he could mess with Dudley by getting his Girlfriend. A scenario i see is a beautiful muggle girl only dating Dudley because his dad Vernon is her dads boss, and in comes Harry.
