Professor Potter Ch. 36 (Harry Potter) (Patreon)

A/N: Turns out, Apolline is the one who bit off more than she could chew.

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No! Harry stiffens, as he realizes that his wishy-washy, woe-is-me attitude… it was a result of Apolline’s allure, wasn’t it? The way he was bemoaning his ‘fate’… he was playing the victim, all because her allure, sneaky as it was, was pushing down on him even now. It’s an insidious thing, and with a growl, Harry shakes his head, clearing such thoughts from his mind.

He refused to be… toyed with. If Apolline wanted to play games, then he would play them right back. If she wanted to be a bitch, he would treat her like one. He’d tamed Fleur, hadn’t he? He would tame her mother as well.

“If that’s the want it has to be… then so be it!”

His wand still held in his hand, Harry turns it on himself just as Apolline Delacour did, and vanishes his clothing as well. He stands tall and proud as Apolline’s eyes widen for a moment in surprise at his audacity. Her gaze slides down his naked body, fixating upon his cock… and for just a split second, Harry sees something akin to shock and trepidation.

It’s gone as fast as it possibly could be, but he still notices it. It seems impossible, but… could it be that Apolline Delacour has never seen someone of his size before? It doesn’t make much sense, Harry has never imagined himself to be incredibly endowed, just above average. And the beautiful naked veela woman in front of him is the mother of two equally beautiful girls. For her to be lacking experience in the size department… it would boggle the mind, if Harry were letting anything truly baffle him.

As it is, Apolline’s trepidation lasts less than a moment before she’s as confident as ever, smirking as she stalks forward. The two of them stand to a height with one another. Neither has an advantage over the other in that department. They see pretty much exactly eye to eye as the naked half-Veela presses her chest into his, her large breasts squishing against his pecs.

“Good boy, ‘Arry Potter. You’ve stripped for me. Now… you may kneel and worship your Queen!”

The attempt to take control of the situation is as blunt as a sledgehammer, but then… when accompanied by the full force of Apolline’s allure, Harry isn’t sure it would matter how subtle she tried to be, normally. She’s not letting up, not holding back with that allure of hers. Still, if this is what Gabrielle is going to feel like, then Harry can only be grateful to Apolline. Now he knows what he’s getting into, after all.

Doesn’t mean he’s going to hold back on his end, however. Pushing back against the allure, pushing back against the invasive thoughts of doubt and confusion, Harry grits his teeth and glares Apolline down.

“No. I don’t think so. I think YOU are going to get down on your knees and shut your own mouth with my big… fat… cock.”

It’s a gamble, for sure. A Hail Mary, undoubtedly. He’s going off that single split second of trepidation he saw and expounding upon it right here and right now. Apolline Delacour stiffens, before taking a half step back, looking down between their bodies with the new space she’s created to stare at his hardening cock. Said member is rising fast, and when Harry steps forward, it presses against her abdomen, right above her womb.

He's the one to advance this time as she unknowingly gives ground. He’s the one to push forward and force her to freeze in place as their chests push together once more. His cock, leaking precum, rubs against her soft belly, making Apolline tremble a bit as she tries to muster up a defiant look, as she tries to lean even more heavily into her allure.

But as she’s rapidly realizing… Harry is pushing down her allure and fully resisting it through sheer Force of Will. As they look into each other’s eyes, Apolline recognizes in him… someone who won’t back down. In that moment, something has to give… and to Harry’s pleasant surprise, it’s Fleur and Gabrielle’s mother.

“… F-Fine. But know zhis, ‘Arry Potter. I am not doing zhis for you, I am-mmph!”

Apolline sinks down to her knees, and Harry decides to shut her up then and there, gathering her hair in his fist and shoving his cock into the MILF’s open mouth mid-sentence without so much as a ‘by your leave’. He growls down at her as he begins to fuck her face right there on the spot, her eyes wide and staring up at him in abject surprise.

“I don’t care why you’re doing this. I’m only here to help Gabrielle. You know, your daughter? If I have to teach you a lesson first, then I will.”

It’s very, very clear that Apolline Delacour has never been with a wizard, or even a man, who acted like this around her. But then, if what Harry had deduced about the veela allure was correct, it made sense didn’t it? Apolline’s allure, when it worked, would make any man indecisive, unsure of himself, and ultimately… submissive.

But it didn’t work on him, and it was obvious that Fleur and Gabrielle’s mother didn’t know what to make of that.

“Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”

He enjoys face fucking the gorgeous older MILF for a little while, admittedly… but after a time, it feels like he’s doing all the work. And Apolline… isn’t exactly resisting. In fact, one hand is stuck down between her legs, and the half-Veela is going to town on herself, even as her tongue swirls around his cockhead whenever his member is far enough out of her mouth. As he slows down the deep-throat blowjob, the audible sounds of squishing, squelching noises from her fingers working in and out of her cunt down below fill the air.

Narrowing his eyes, Harry yanks Apolline back off of his cock altogether, causing her to gasp and stare up at him again questioningly.

“It seems you’re enjoying this more than I am. Slut.”

The older woman blushes profusely and opens her mouth to speak, but as much as that heavy French accent of hers is an immense turn on, Harry overrides her, cutting her off before she can get so much as a word out.

“I don’t see why I have to do all the work here. Use those fat milk jugs of yours, you cow. Wrap them around my cock.”

He’s DEFINITELY taking a big gamble here, acting like this with Apolline Delacour. But it’s an educated guess… and while she does hesitate for a moment at his choice of words, ultimately she leans up on her knees, pushing herself up so she can wrap her tits around his dick. She looks up at him almost… hopefully while doing so, clearly looking for approval while she begins to give his spit-polished cock a proper titjob.

Apolline’s breasts are even bigger than Fleur’s and feel absolutely heavenly upon his dick. Harry growls in enjoyment, groaning in the back of his throat as he holds her by her hair even now, slowly nodding.

“Good girl.”

Throwing her own words back in her face seems to send a jolt through the beautiful older half-Veela. Apolline flinches… and then bites her lower lip, glancing down at his cock, continuing to shake and slide her fat titties up and down his length. Finally, completely of her own volition, she leans down and takes the tip of his dick back in her mouth, sucking on it as it comes bursting out of the top of her cleavage time and time again.

All the while, she’s still using her allure on him. He can feel it. Whether she doesn’t think to turn it off, or whether she still thinks she can turn this around on him, Harry doesn’t know. Her allure doesn’t do any of what it’s supposed to. It doesn’t make him obsessed with her. It doesn’t make him want to submit to her. It just makes him mad. More… it makes him aggressive.

He’s soon thrusting into the valley of Apolline Delacour’s tits and past her lips with gusto, growling as he does so. At first, she’s doing all the work, just as he demanded of her… but eventually, she’s just holding her tits aloft and keeping her mouth open as he fucks into her cleavage and maw without hesitation. It feels good, taking control… dominating the half-Veela with all his might. His magic almost sings to him that this… this is exactly what he should be doing.

Staring up at him, Apolline looks… well, she doesn’t look like the older witch that she’s supposed to be. She doesn’t look like the mother of two that she’s supposed to be. She looks in over her head, and it begins to dawn on Harry that a woman who could have any man thanks to her allure… might never understand what it meant to have a man who took what he wanted from her.

If he hadn’t fucked Fleur like this already and tamed her with his cock, Harry might not have ever understood what Apolline Delacour was truly looking for. But now? Staring down at the half-Veela French Witch? He understood perfectly.

With a hoarse groan and zero other warning, Harry proceeds to pull back from Apolline’s mouth though not her tits, and cum all over her face and chest. His seed explodes from his member like a fountain, spraying across her features before ultimately rebounding onto her expansive, pale chest. It flows all over her, making an utter mess of her front, the sticky and hot substance dribbling and drooling down her body.

Apolline, for her part, just kneels there in front of him, panting heavily as she continues to hold up her cum-coated tits absently, even after he pulls his cock free of them and jerks off the last few ropes of cum onto her face. She blinks rapidly, while Harry strokes himself in front of her.

He almost asks if she’s happy with that much. He almost puts the ball back in her court by demanding to know if she’s satisfied. But staring down at her, the words on his lips… Harry realizes he can’t do that. He won’t do that. He’s not going to give Apolline a single way to get back into the ‘game’ so to speak. They might have started as players, but he’s the only one toying with anyone here now. And he wants to keep it that way. He refuses to give up his advantage.

With a twist of his wand, he restrains Apolline. An hour ago, he wouldn’t have dared treat a woman like this in her own home. But things chased fast, and Apolline was the one who had put the challenge to HIM in the first place, wasn’t she?

Her arms are suddenly yanked behind her back, and her legs snap together, as her entire body lifts off the ground and is floated over to the nearby couch. She’s suddenly hogtied without the physical hogtying, her position leaving her face down in the couch cushion and her ass high in the air as she gasps and sputters through his seed, which even now is staining her upholstery.

But Apolline either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care. She’s too busy marveling at him.

“Your magic… it iz intoxicating…”

A wanton moan leaves her lips, and she wiggles her hips. Harry snorts derisively and moves into position behind her. Kneeling on the couch himself, he grabs her full, pale ass with both hands, digging his fingers into her cheeks and spreading them wide before him. For a moment, he considers it… but no, he’d leave anal for another day.

Instead, Harry’s eyes go lower to Apolline’s slutty, sopping wet pussy. And without further ado, he lines up and thrusts in.

The magically bound half-Veela squeals loudly, positively shrieking as she cums on his cock immediately. She must have been primed for it, must have edged herself with her fingers all this time until finally he stuck it in. Still, it only emboldens Harry on further. She’s so tight but also so wet, and he can’t help fucking the MILF with all his might.

More than that… he wants to tame her, he finds. He wants to make her submit, just as he managed to do with Fleur. And so… that’s what Harry aims for.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Apolline’s moans and squeals and shrieks fill the air, as he spanks her ass silly while fucking her hard from behind. He pounds into every last inch of her cunt, ramming away at her pussy like there’s no tomorrow, while also abusing and using every inch of her body. He spanks her for a time, but then moves his hands down and around, wanting to get a good feel of her tits as well.

Thanks to the couch, they’re even mostly clean by the time he yanks her up off of the cushion and into the air, his hands groping her cum-coated breasts as his cock barrels into her sopping cunt again and again.

Eventually, his hands do begin to feel a little messy… but luckily, Harry has a way of cleaning up right here, doesn’t he? He moves his hands from Apolline Delacour’s massive milk jugs to her mouth one at a time, forcing his fingers past her lips and enjoying how she submissively sucks them clean one by one. Then, he does the same with the other hand, while returning the first to her chest to grope and knead and maul her tits again.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the parlor, as Harry puts Fleur and Gabrielle’s mother in her place. It wasn’t something he’d set out to do. It wasn’t something he’d come here for. But here he was all the same, and he would not be denied. If Apolline had just told him to leave, outright rejecting his help, he would have gone.

But no, she wanted to play games. She wanted to put barriers in place. She wanted his help, but also wanted her own cut. She was a fucking slut, and he would treat her like one.

With a growl, Harry pulls out at the last second and cums all over Apolline Delacour’s back for good measure. He paints the beautiful older woman with his seed for a second time, even as she tenses for a moment… and then bucks her hips and moans as best she can in her magical hog tie, cumming her brains out from the feel of his sticky semen dripping down her back and backside.

Snorting derisively, Harry pulls away and gets up off of the couch. He stands there naked, belatedly realizing that vanishing his clothes might have not been the best idea. But ultimately, he can’t bring himself to care. It’s done.

“I’m going to go help your daughter now, Apolline. Feel free to speak up if you’re still against it… but I think we both know you won’t.”

He couldn’t bring himself to address her as “Lady Delacour” anymore if he tried. Her first name is the most respect he can muster for the fucked silly MILF at this point.

For her part, Apolline just gurgles, even as he releases her from the magical bondage and she slumps to the couch, splayed out upon it. Seeing she’s in no state to respond, Harry just snorts and turns to leave the room, beginning to make his way through the Chateau Delacour completely naked. It was time to deal with Gabrielle.