Happy Christmas for those who celebrate in April! :) Also, chapter 8 is also available:
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Disclaimer: This story takes place after Hogwarts. All characters in this story are consenting adults (18+).
Harry crept down the stairs of the Burrow, naked as the day he was born, the invisibility cloak his only protection from complete and utter humiliation.
The wooden steps groaned under his bare feet, each creak making his heart lurch. The house was dark, the only light coming from the faint glow of embers in the kitchen hearth below. Everyone should be asleep. Everyone had to be asleep.
How did I get here?
The answer was simple: someone had stolen his clothes.
He'd been in the bathroom, enjoying a rare moment of privacy, letting the hot water pound against his shoulders while he tried very hard not to think about Fleur's lips wrapped around his cock, or Hermione begging him to cum inside her, or Gabrielle's tight cunt milking him dry. The shower had been an exercise in futility. His cock had been hard before he'd even stepped under the spray.
When he'd finally emerged, towelling off with his back to the door, his clothes had been gone. All of them. Trousers, shirt, pants, even his socks. The only thing remaining was the invisibility cloak, which he'd hidden beneath a spare towel for exactly this sort of emergency.
Ginny, Harry thought grimly, easing around the corner of the second-floor landing. Ginny and Gabrielle and Hermione.
They had the most to gain. They'd been insufferable all evening, whispering and giggling whenever he passed, exchanging looks that promised mischief. They wanted him to walk through their room with everything on display. He could picture it perfectly: stumbling through the door stark naked, his massive cock swinging between his thighs, three gorgeous witches drinking in the sight with hungry eyes.
Not happening.
The cloak had saved him, and now he was heading for the kitchen. He needed to wait out his traitorous erection somewhere safe, somewhere far from three scheming witches who seemed determined to make his life a never-ending cycle of arousal and mortification.
Harry reached the bottom of the stairs and paused, listening. The Burrow was quiet. The faint rumble of snoring drifted down from somewhere above. Safe.
He padded toward the kitchen, his bare feet silent on the worn wooden floor, his cock bobbing with each step. The cloak swirled around him, keeping him invisible but doing nothing to help with the problem between his legs.
The warm glow from the kitchen grew brighter as he approached. Someone had stoked the fire. At this hour? Harry slowed, suddenly cautious.
He rounded the corner and froze.
Apolline Delacour was in the kitchen.
She sat in one of the Weasleys' battered wooden chairs, positioned near the dying fire, her silk nightgown bunched loosely around her waist, the rest of it having slipped from her shoulders. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed, her silvery-blonde hair cascading over her shoulders and down the chair's back. Her full lips were parted, soft gasps escaping with each breath.
And her hand was between her thighs.
Harry's brain short-circuited.
He couldn't see everything from his angle, but he could see enough. Her magnificent tits were fully exposed, the nightgown having slipped from her shoulders entirely, leaving nothing but moonlight and firelight to caress her Veela perfection. They were large and full, somehow defying gravity despite their generous size, her pink nipples standing at stiff attention in the cool air. Her stomach was flat and toned beneath them, her waist narrowing before flaring out into wide, child-bearing hips that made Harry's mouth go dry.
Her thighs were spread, one leg hooked over the arm of the chair, giving her better access to whatever her fingers were doing. The nightgown bunched at her waist blocked his view of her pussy, but the wet, slick sounds of her fingers working herself were unmistakable.
"Mmm..." Apolline moaned softly, her hips rolling against her hand. "Oui... just like zat..."
Merlin's fucking beard.
Harry stood frozen in the doorway, invisible, his cock surging to full, painful hardness beneath the cloak. He should leave. He should turn around and go back upstairs and pretend he'd never seen this.
He couldn't move.
Her tits rose and fell with each laboured breath, the soft flesh swaying gently. They were even more impressive than Fleur's, fuller, heavier, crowned with nipples that looked impossibly sensitive. Harry wanted to wrap his lips around them and suck until she screamed.
Apolline's free hand came up to cup one of those magnificent breasts, kneading the soft flesh, pinching her nipple between her fingers. She gasped at the sensation, her back arching off the chair.
"'Arry..." she breathed.
Harry's heart nearly stopped.
"Oui, 'Arry... give it to me..."
She's thinking about me. The realisation sent all the blood in his body rushing south. She's touching herself and thinking about me.
Apolline's fingers moved faster between her thighs, her moans growing louder. The wet sounds of her pussy being fingered filled the kitchen, obscene and intoxicating.
"Stretch me wiz zat big cock... fill me up... make me take every inch..."
Harry's cock throbbed so hard it physically ached. Pre-cum beaded at the tip, his arousal becoming urgent, desperate. He watched Apolline's tits shake with her movements, watched her hips buck against her hand, watched her face contort with pleasure, and his body moved without conscious thought.
He stepped closer.
His cloak parted.
Harry usually wore the invisibility cloak with the seam in front for practicality's sake. If he needed to reach for something or draw his wand, it was easier than fumbling beneath the hem. He'd never considered it a vulnerability before.
He considered it now, as his rock-hard cock, all twelve inches of it, pushed through the gap in the front of the cloak and emerged into the kitchen air.
Oh no.
His cock stood proud and visible, thick and veined, jutting out from what appeared to be absolutely nothing. A floating cock, suspended in the middle of the Weasleys' kitchen, attached to no body whatsoever.
Harry froze, his breath catching in his throat.
Maybe she won't notice. Maybe if I just back away slowly...
Apolline's eyes opened.
For one eternal moment, she stared at the floating cock hovering in the middle of her kitchen. Her fingers stilled between her thighs. Her lips parted.
Then she smiled.
"Well, well, well," she purred, her voice thick with desire. "What do we 'ave 'ere?"
Harry's mind screamed at him to flee. To yank the cloak closed and disappear up the stairs and never think about this moment again.
But his cock was pointing directly at Apolline like a divining rod, and his legs refused to obey.
Apolline slid gracefully from her chair, her nightgown remaining bunched at her waist as she sank to her knees on the wooden floor. The movement brought her tits swaying forward, heavy and full, her stiff nipples catching the firelight.
She crawled toward him.
She's crawling toward my cock. Harry's thoughts had been reduced to fragments. She doesn't know whose cock it is. She can't see anything but twelve inches of floating shaft, and she's crawling toward it anyway.
Apolline stopped when she was close enough to touch. Her face was inches from his floating shaft, her breath warm against his sensitive skin. Up close, her beauty was almost painful to look at. Her features were delicate and aristocratic, her ice-blue eyes dark with hunger, her full lips parted with anticipation. Silver-blonde hair cascaded down her back, brushing against the tops of her exposed buttocks.
"So big," she murmured, her voice reverent. "So beautiful."
Her hand reached out.
Her fingers wrapped around his shaft.
FUCK.
Harry's hips bucked involuntarily, driving his cock through her grip. Apolline laughed, a low, throaty sound that vibrated through his entire body.
"Eager, aren't we?" She stroked him slowly, her fingers unable to fully encircle his girth. "I wonder who zis magnificent cock belongs to..."
She knows, Harry thought suddenly. She has to know. Who else would be wandering around the Burrow invisible with a cock like this?
But if she knew, she didn't seem to care. Her attention was fixed entirely on his shaft, her eyes tracing every vein, every ridge, drinking in the sight of him with undisguised appreciation.
"So zick," she breathed. "So 'ard."
She leaned in and pressed her lips to the base of his cock, kissing it softly, almost tenderly. Then she dragged her tongue in one long, slow line up the underside, from root to tip, tracing the thick vein that pulsed there.
Harry's knees nearly buckled.
Her tongue swirled around his head, lapping up the moisture that had gathered there, her eyes fluttering closed in apparent pleasure. "Mmm. You taste even better zan I imagined."
Harry's mind was spinning. She was going to keep going. She was going to suck off a floating cock in the middle of the kitchen without even knowing for certain whose it was. The sheer absurdity of it, combined with the incredible sensation of her tongue working his shaft, made his head swim.
Then Apolline's hand shot out and grabbed the cloak.
With one sharp motion, she ripped it away from him entirely.
Harry stood there, naked, exposed, his cock throbbing inches from her face. Apolline looked up at him with those stunning blue eyes, and her smile widened.
"'Ello, 'Arry," she purred. "I wondered when you would visit me."
"You..." Harry's voice cracked. He cleared his throat and tried again. "You knew?"
"Of course I knew." She didn't release his cock. If anything, her grip tightened, stroking him slowly. "Did you zink I would not recognise ze cock my daughters 'ave been raving about?"
Harry's brain stuttered. "Your daughters told you about my...?"
"Not in so many words." Her thumb traced circles around his head, making rational thought increasingly difficult. "But a muzzer knows. Ze way Gabrielle looks at you. Ze way Fleur cannot stop staring at your trousers." Her smile turned wicked. "Ze way my eldest daughter came back from a broom cupboard earlier today wiz cum in 'er 'air."
Oh, Merlin.
"You are a very busy young man, 'Arry Potter." Apolline pressed her face against his cock, nuzzling along the shaft, rubbing her cheek against the heated flesh. "My Gabrielle. My Fleur. Ze Granger girl. Ze younger Weasley." She pressed her full lips to his shaft in a lingering kiss. "So many witches. So little time."
Her lips moved as she spoke, brushing against his cock with every word, and Harry found it impossible to focus on anything except the incredible sensation of her mouth so close to where he needed it.
"My daughters 'ave excellent taste," Apolline continued, planting another kiss on his shaft. "Zis cock is magnifique. Bigger zan my 'usband's. Bigger zan any I 'ave ever seen." She looked up at him through her lashes, her blue eyes burning. "I want it inside me."
Harry's cock twitched violently in her grip.
"Apolline..." His voice was hoarse. "You're married."
"Oui."
"Your husband is upstairs."
"Oui."
"This is..." He struggled to form words as her tongue darted out to taste him again. "This is wrong."
Apolline pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. Her face was flushed with desire, her pupils blown wide, her full lips glistening.
"Let me tell you somezing about Veela, 'Arry." She stroked him slowly as she spoke. "We 'ave needs. Deep needs. Needs zat ordinary wizards cannot satisfy." Her grip tightened. "Gerald is a wonderful man. A good fazzer. But 'e cannot give me what I need."
"And what do you need?"
"Zis." She squeezed his cock hard enough to make him gasp. "I need a cock zat can fill me completely. Zat can stretch me until I cannot zink. Zat can fuck me until I forget my own name." Her eyes never left his. "I need your cock, 'Arry."
Every fibre of Harry's being was screaming at him. Half of him wanted to flee, to remember that this was a married woman, his best friend's family by marriage, the mother of two witches he'd already been intimate with. This was wrong on so many levels he couldn't begin to count them.
The other half of him looked at Apolline Delacour on her knees before him, her magnificent tits heaving, her pussy dripping, her hand wrapped around his cock, and thought: Fuck it.
"I..." Harry hesitated.
Apolline saw his uncertainty. She released his cock and rose gracefully to her feet, her nightgown slithering down to pool at her ankles. She stood before him completely naked, and for a moment, all Harry could do was stare.
Her body was flawless. Full, heavy breasts that swayed gently with each breath. A narrow waist that flared out into wide, generous hips. Long, toned legs that seemed to go on forever. And between them, a perfectly trimmed strip of silvery-blonde hair pointing down to a pussy that glistened in the firelight, visibly wet, visibly wanting.
Apolline turned.
She walked to the kitchen table.
She bent over it.
"No more zinking, 'Arry." Her voice was husky, commanding. "No more 'esitating. Just fuck me."
The sight before him destroyed what remained of his willpower.
Apolline's arse was round and full, perfectly shaped, her cheeks spread just enough to give him a glimpse of her tight pink arsehole and the glistening folds of her cunt below. Her pussy was soaking, her arousal coating her inner thighs, her lower lips swollen and parted, practically begging for his cock.
She looked over her shoulder at him, silvery-blonde hair spilling across her back, blue eyes blazing with need.
"Please, 'Arry." Her voice cracked with desperation. "I need it. I need you inside me. Stop torturing me and just take what you want."
Something snapped inside Harry.
He'd spent the entire holiday being passive. Being dragged along by one gorgeous witch after another. Stumbling into situations, letting things happen to him rather than making them happen.
No more.
Harry crossed the kitchen in three quick strides. His hands found Apolline's hips, gripping the soft flesh hard enough to leave marks. She gasped at his sudden aggression, her back arching, pressing her arse toward him.
"Yes!" she hissed. "Zat is it! Take me!"
Harry lined his cock up with her entrance. The head pressed against her slick folds, and Apolline moaned, pushing back against him impatiently.
"Don't tease me, 'Arry. I cannot wait any more. I 'ave been zinking about zis cock all night. Give it to me. Give me every inch!"
Harry thrust forward.
Apolline's scream of pleasure echoed through the kitchen as his cock stretched her open, forcing her tight cunt to accommodate his impossible girth. She was hot and wet and gripping him like a fist, her inner walls clenching desperately around his shaft.
"OH! Oh, 'Arry! You are so... merde, you are so BIG!"
He didn't stop. Didn't let her adjust. He drove forward relentlessly, burying inch after inch of his cock inside her until his hips pressed flush against her magnificent arse.
"Fuck!" Harry groaned. She was impossibly tight, her pussy rippling around him, squeezing and releasing in waves. "You feel incredible."
"Oui! So do you!" Apolline's fingers clawed at the table's surface. "Now move! I need you to move!"
Harry pulled back until just the head remained inside her, watching his shaft emerge glistening with her juices. Then he slammed forward again.
The table lurched with the impact. Apolline wailed.
"YES! 'Arder! Fuck me 'arder!"
Harry obliged.
He set a brutal pace, his hips driving forward with powerful thrusts that shook the table and made Apolline's arse ripple with each impact. The slap of skin on skin filled the kitchen, obscene and rhythmic. Her magnificent tits swung beneath her, visible from the side where they hung heavy and full, her nipples dragging against the rough wood of the table.
"Zat's it!" Apolline gasped. "Just like zat! Don't stop! Don't you dare stop!"
Harry had no intention of stopping. He gripped her hips tighter, using them for leverage as he pounded into her without mercy. Each thrust drove the breath from her lungs in sharp cries. Each withdrawal made her moan with loss. She was pushing back against him now, meeting his thrusts with her own desperate movements.
"Your cock!" she cried. "Your perfect, beautiful cock! Eet is stretching me so wide! I can feel you in my stomach!"
Harry reached forward and grabbed a fistful of her silvery-blonde hair, pulling her head back. Apolline moaned louder at the rough treatment.
"You like that?" Harry growled, surprising himself with his own dominance. "You like being fucked like a common whore in your daughter's in-laws' kitchen?"
"YES! Yes, I love eet! Treat me like your slut! Use me!"
He released her hair and his hands found her swinging tits instead, cupping them, squeezing them, pinching her stiff nipples. Apolline shrieked with pleasure.
"So sensitive!" she gasped. "My tits... zey are so sensitive... please, 'Arry, please..."
Harry tugged on her nipples, rolling them between his fingers while his cock continued its relentless assault on her cunt. The combination of sensations seemed to overwhelm her. Her inner walls clamped down on him even tighter, her whole body trembling.
"I'm going to... I cannot 'old on... 'ARRY!"
Apolline came with a scream that should have woken the entire house. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, milking him desperately, her juices flooding down his shaft and dripping onto the wooden floor. Her arms gave out and she collapsed forward onto the table, her cheek pressed against the surface, her eyes rolling back.
Harry didn't stop.
"Again," he demanded, gripping her hips and driving into her even harder. "I want you to cum again."
"I... I cannot... eet is too much..."
"You can." He punctuated each word with a brutal thrust. "You will."
The new angle let him go even deeper, and Apolline's protests dissolved into incoherent moans. Her second orgasm built faster than the first, her body already sensitised, already primed.
"Oh Merlin... oh merde... oh 'ARRY!"
She came again, her cunt clenching so tight around him that Harry had to grit his teeth to keep from following her over the edge. Her whole body shook with the force of it, her magnificent arse quivering against his hips.
"Beautiful," Harry breathed, watching her come apart beneath him. "Absolutely beautiful."
Apolline turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, her face flushed, her hair wild, her eyes glazed with pleasure.
"Fill me," she begged. "Please, 'Arry. I need to feel you. I need your cum inside me. Breed me like you bred my daughter."
Harry's vision went white. His balls tightened. His cock throbbed.
"Apolline..."
"Do eet!" She pushed back against him desperately. "Make me yours! Claim me like you claimed Gabrielle!"
Harry's control shattered.
He drove forward one final time, burying himself to the hilt, and came.
His cock pulsed inside her, flooding her cunt with rope after rope of hot cum. Apolline moaned at the sensation, her pussy milking him greedily, trying to coax every last drop from his shaft.
"Yes! I can feel eet! So much... zere is so much..."
Harry groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as his orgasm seemed to go on forever. He filled her completely, his seed spilling from around his cock and dripping down her thighs.
When it finally ended, Harry slumped forward, his chest pressing against her back, both of them gasping for breath.
"Zat," Apolline murmured after a long moment, "was worth ze wait."
Harry laughed weakly.
Apolline pushed herself up from the table, his softening cock slipping free of her with a wet sound. She turned to face him, seemingly unbothered by the cum dripping down her thighs, and cupped his face in her hands.
"You 'ave made zis a very 'appy Christmas, 'Arry Potter." She pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "I 'ope it will not be ze last time."
Harry looked into her stunning blue eyes and found himself nodding. "It won't be."
Disclaimer: This story takes place after Hogwarts. All characters in this story are consenting adults (18+).