It was an extremely relaxing sleep. Fleur's arms embraced him the entire night, her smooth breath made faint sounds. Peaceful, as he had finally confessed what was in his heart. Even when he woke up in the morning, he silently stared above, holding the quarter-Veela fondly.
Blimey, I don't want to get off this bed. Don't want to go out there and fight.
It was 6 in the morning, a serene and calm time of the day. He looked to Fleur's bedside, and there was the small cradle with Anne sleeping.
Let's make it the last one.
He gently moved Fleur's hand away from his body and slid off the bed. Of course, it was early morning, and with her ethereal beauty so close, he was rock hard. Morning wood was no myth, but a fact.
But she looked so gorgeous sleeping that he couldn't bring himself to wake her up. So, he just walked over to the cradle, made sure the little baby girl was fine, and then left the room to freshen up and head out to the Ministry.
It was time to put that luck to better use.
He washed his face and went to the kitchen to grab some food. But, the sound of something sizzling on the pan was already coming from there. He reckoned the elves were at it, but when he arrived, it turned out to be Apolline.
"Morning, Monsieur Weasley." Apolline looked back and smiled at him.
Ron walked into the kitchen to get some water. "Good morning, Mrs. Delacour."
"Oh, call me Apolline. There ez no need for zis formalities, non?"
Ron sighed to himself. Having been extremely intimate with this woman, it was hard to throw all the thoughts out. Especially when she was still in her silk nightgown with no sleeves, thin strings on her shoulder, and only down to her thighs.
Her wide, bouncy ass was so distinctively noticeable that he could make out the slit between them. Her creamy, fleshy thighs were visible and stirred his manhood. She wore an apron too, but that was only hiding her front.
No—No, more. I will not get involved with any other woman again!
"'Ow loud you two were last night! I 'ad to use a bit of magic to calm leetle Anne." Apolline said, her tone laced with tease. "Hehe, ze blessing of youth, non?"
Ugh, she's always too frank.
Ron emptied the glass of water and walked over to her. He stood beside her and looked at her face. A few, blonde locks of hair were falling down on the sides of her face, while her bun was loose, as if tied in a rush. However, when he looked down, he pinched himself to hold it all in.
Her apron barely covered her breasts, and her nightgown was too low-cut. Her cleavage and so much more was visible—her large, voluptuous, feastful breasts were struggling to stay hidden.
"Mrs… I mean, Apolline, I've made up my mind. I'm going to marry Fleur." Ron's voice was steady, his usual awkwardness gone. He knew this moment mattered. "I hope you'll let me put a ring on her finger."
Apolline put the spatula away and turned to face Ron. There was amusement in her eyes, but no shock. She had already met Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, after all. But hearing it from Ron was far more assuring.
"Ah, I used to zink you were immature, a brute, and a foolish boy when Fleur told me about you ze first time. I thought you were weak." Apolline stepped closer to him until her amazing globes of flesh pressed against his lower chest. She looked up at him softly and traced her lovely fingers on his cheeks. "Ah, but of course, I was wrong. You are a true man, and you 'ave proven eet to me completely, no? I cannot deny eet any longer."
Ron gulped, forced to look away from her breasts. Heck, even her face was charming. The trace of plumpness, her ripe lips, and those big eyes. They were harder to fight than a Dementor.
"But…" Apolline suddenly moved her other hand and cupped his pants in the middle, his erection hot and throbbing. "You must prove yourself one more time before I say yes to eet."
Ron frowned, truly not wanting to mess up anymore.
Yes, he was utterly aroused by her invitation. He wouldn't have wasted even a second if it was him from a few months ago. But now, he wanted to control himself better.
"Apolline, I really wish I could, but… it's just not right. It wouldn't be fair to Fleur. I don't want to hurt her, not at all."
"Hurt? Hah." Apolline laughed suddenly. "Ah, mon cher, so naive. I told you once about ze Veela appetite, non? Fleur, she is a quarter Veela, and already she ez raging half ze day! If I am half Veela, zhat means… well, you can imagine, oui? Besides, she already knows. She heard us ze first time, and she giddily asked me, 'Isn't he good?' So, if you wish to be part of zis family, you must learn to take care of us, Monsieur Weasley."
Ron's mouth fell open a bit in shock. He frowned then. "D-Does that mean… Mr. Delacour also…"
"Non, non, non… Never! Zey are his daughters, just like Anne is to you. But he took care of me, my three sisters, and my maman." Apolline replied and turned back towards the pan to flip with the spatula. She turned her round ass with a seductive sway, though. "Now, hurry up, Monsieur Weasley… Zere is nothing to stop you under there."
What the hell is going on? What kind of family is this? Wait, does that mean?
"Then, Gabrielle…"
"Of course, you must care for her until she finds herself a good man."
Ron felt angered, however. "Then will her man be allowed near Fleur too?"
"Hehe, forget Fleur, I do not think Gabrielle would want another man, either… Nor do I, for zhat matter."
Bloody hell. Ron rubbed his forehead. I won't allow anyone to go near her either. But that means…
That meant having to be more sexually involved with Fleur. Now, he found no issue with that. But as he looked at the shaking ass in front of him, he felt tired. Being involved with the Delacours was a greater task than what he had expected.
"Oh, don't be shy now. Here, zis will help."
Apolline lifted her nightgown herself and tucked the hem behind her waist, right into the ribbons of the apron. The silky smooth sensation of the fabric tickled the supple skin behind her thighs. She giggled in anticipation.
Her naked, plump, round, pale ass was revealed, front and center. It was clear to him that she was waiting here very early in the morning, without her panties. There was truly "nothing" to hinder him from sliding his throbbing flesh wand into her moist hole.
Apolline slowly leaned forward, her bottom coming up as her back lustfully curved, and her bosom jutted out even more. Both her hands grabbed her tender derriere, spreading her ass with both hands to show him how wet she already was. Begging him to come in with every little twitch of her pussy lips.
Ron licked his dry lips, his eyes couldn't stray from those salivating, throbbing petals. Almost wanting to stretch out his hand and grab her soft flesh recklessly. He nervously looked left and right.
"Ah, zere is no need to worry, Monsieur Weasley. She sleeps until late, oui. And even if she comes… you may find yourself needing to work a leetle extra, non?"
Ron breathed out intensely, gulping a bit to calm himself. Just this time… one last time… yeah, just once.
He unbuttoned his pants, lowered it to his thighs, and pulled out his straining cock. His little soldier was already high in full salute, urging him to go faster.
He rubbed his mushroom head across her fleshy pussy, coating his cock with her juices. It all felt so hot and soft, melting him like butter spread on toast. A truly delicious breakfast he never expected presented in front of him, ready to be devoured whole.
Then he slowly slid in, feeling the tiny hint of resistance from her lower lips. massaging his cockhead, sliding around his shaft, and finally, wrapping around his base. The walls of her pussy contracted, gripping and releasing his flesh like a lustful massage, pulsating around his cock.
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