I couldn't help but feel thrilled as I followed Fleur to the living room, watching the hypnotic sway of her hips even as I struggled to remain silent. I didn't want Fleur to catch me until she was in the living room with her mother, unable to react to my presence.
However, maintaining the silence was rather challenging, with the temptation to push Fleur down in the middle of the corridor for another taste of her delicious nectar. She was addictive, making me crave for more no matter how much of her I tasted . The only thing that kept me back was the potential enjoyment from messing with her invisibly while she tried to keep calm to avoid her mother's notice.
When I stepped into the living room, maintaining the silence got even more difficult. A part of it was the thick allure that filled the room. Appoline's allure was significantly stronger than Fleur's under normal circumstances, and moreover, unlike Fleur, Appoline clearly didn't bother hiding it. Though, it wouldn't have affected me that much if it wasn't for Fleur's flaring allure, out of control after our quick but heated make-out session in the kitchen.
Their current clothing didn't make staying calm any easier. Fleur was wearing a semi-transparent blue negligee that enhanced the contours of her body, but despite its eroticism, it was still a relatively utilitarian piece, loose enough to feel comfortable, and only hinting at her delicious body. Appoline, on the other hand, chose to wear a sheer black negligee, which, unlike Fleur's, was completely opaque. Not that it took away from its sexiness, because its silky fabric wrapped around her body like a glove, leaving nothing hidden on her body, including the absence of any other underwear. The generous amount of missing fabric around her back and chest, combined with the shortness of the skirt, pushed things to a new level.
Choosing to wear such a sexy piece was an interesting clue about Appoline's personality, I decided, especially since it wasn't the most comfortable thing she could have chosen. She was clearly proud of her body to an unhealthy degree, though she had a cause to be, with every single curve looking perfect enough to be sculptured. Fleur's body was amazing, but she had a certain definition that came from regular exercise that added an edginess to her beauty. It was something I enjoyed immensely, but that didn't change the fact that Appoline looked like the goddess Aphrodite, every single curve perfect enough to redefine the meaning of womanhood. I wouldn't exactly prefer her to Fleur, but there was no doubt that she was the one that was classically sexier.
It shouldn't be a surprise that my boner became hard enough to hurt. Luckily, I was under the invisibility cloak, so I vanished my pants and underwear with a spell. I had a feeling that easy access would have been convenient.
"It's good to see you relax, daughter," Appoline said, talking about Fleur's allure. I would have ignored the comment if it wasn't for Fleur's sudden frown and pointed silence, marking it as an interesting familial issue. Curious, I thought even as I watched Fleur cast a spell to unseal the wine bottle, only to fail and make her realize the protection spells on the bottle were stronger than usual. She succeeded on the second try, something Appoline reacted only with an amused quirk of her eyebrow.
"So, how are you coping with the absence of your… husband," Appoline continued while Fleur poured a glass for her mother, and my eyebrows rose even higher, my attention shifting from her spectacular cleavage to her word. The reason for it was the dismissive way she used the last word, showing her contempt effortlessly. Apparently, the Weasley family wasn't the only one dissatisfied with the marriage. To be fair, Appoline's position was much more justified than the Weasley's, whose rejection stemmed from their inferiority complex.
"It's fine. He's in Egypt, working hard for us," Fleur answered tersely, but by now, I was familiar with her behavior enough to recognize that she was annoyed by the fact her mother was the one asking rather than the question itself. After all, it would make little sense for her to be actually annoyed at Bill's absence considering their last encounter, where my presence had driven in the message quite effectively. Fleur leaned forward to pass the glass to her mother, which made her nightie ride up to give me an even better view of her hips, which I enjoyed. Just because I had seen her naked before didn't mean that I stopped enjoying the sight of her body.
"I see," Appoline murmured in the same dismissive derision as she took the glass from Fleur and brought it to her lips. I watched in amusement as her expression briefly flared into astonishment as the smell of the wine hit her nose. Her reaction was understandable, as what she was smelling was one of the best wines from the private Malfoy cellar, and even a whiff was enough to highlight its quality, and corresponding expensiveness. "Impressive," Appoline murmured as she took a sip, closing her eyes to enjoy the wine. When she opened them back, her eyes were colored with suspicion, and if I wasn't wrong, admiration. But since Fleur was walking back to her seat, she missed it. It was interesting that Fleur hadn't chosen the closest seat to her mother.
I smirked at the sight even as I silently walked behind Fleur's chair, but careful not to alert the other occupants. "The wine is…" Appoline said, and Fleur stiffened like she was expecting a blow. "… excellent," her mother completed, and Fleur's eyes opened in shock, something Appoline hadn't noticed. Only then did Fleur take a sip from her glass, her eyes widening even larger. Just like her mother, Fleur was aware of the price range the wine belonged to. "Too excellent, even," Appoline continued without a hint of shame. "I wonder how your husband could afford it with his silly salary from Gringotts."
Fleur didn't react well to the question, blushing furiously. "It's a gift," she answered, clearly unwelcoming of any follow-up.
And just like any classically uncomfortable discussion with a parent, Fleur's discomfort was the only reason Appoline needed to dig deeper, something Fleur was aware of if her sudden stiffening was any indicator. But unlike most mothers, Appoline didn't dig recklessly forward, but took a deep breath -which accentuated her breasts beautifully, enough to make me cum if not for my extended exposure to Fleur's beauty- and crossed her legs -giving a fleeting glimpse of her core thanks to the absence of any underwear- before speaking once more. "How curious… I wonder who the gentleman was that gave your house such a delightful gift? Was it the goblins, paying your husband for his loyal service?"
"No," Fleur grumbled, aware of her mother's teasing. I doubted that there was a wizard in history that received a goblin gift, let alone one of their employees.
"A wedding gift from the Prewetts, maybe? Or maybe one of William's brothers splurged on a gift," she extended, chuckling at its absurdity. She was justified in that, because unless Weasleys sold their home with everything inside it, they wouldn't be able to afford the wine. Fleur shook her head even though it was completely unnecessary. Then, Appoline gave a few more names, each unlikelier than the other, something Appoline was very much aware of if her smug smile was any indicator.
"Maybe an admirer of the male persuasion," Appoline said at last, of which Fleur frowned even more, but failed to counter. It was a rather obvious conclusion, after all. A young and sexy lady like Fleur naturally had a lot of admirers, a majority not terribly bothered by her status of marriage. The only reason they weren't buzzing around Fleur like bees around a flower was Fleur's sharp rejections, often reinforced by stinging hexes and even the occasional fireball if the suitor was pushy enough.
Except me…
I wasn't surprised by Appoline's sudden realization. After all, I gave them an extremely expensive bottle just to clue Appoline onto the possibility, curious about her reaction. And from what I saw, Appoline was not entirely against it. Appoline let out a cheerful giggle before continuing to speak while Fleur dipped her head down even lower. "Come on, my sweet daughter, there's nothing to be ashamed of. You're a veela, and you deserve more than the attention of a vagabond."
"It's not like that," Fleur countered heatedly, but Appoline just quirked an eyebrow even as she shuffled around in her seat, which strained the ability of her nightie to keep her assets inside. "I'm not like you, dallying around with any men that catch my attention just because I'm bored. Unlike you, I didn't get busted in the middle of the living room cheating on my husband," Fleur countered heatedly, and I barely held back a laugh. After all, it was exactly what happened, though Fleur was caught by her husband rather than a daughter, making the situation even more amusing.
Since Fleur went as far as forgetting such an amusing memory, I decided to start messing with her, especially since Appoline gave me the opportunity by turning her attention to the bottle. "Did you forget about it already," I whispered into Fleur's ear, my hands over her shoulders to prevent her from jumping up. She flinched, but Appoline was too distracted by refilling her glass to notice it.
"What are you doing here," Fleur whispered panickedly, looking uncomfortable.
This time, Appoline noticed Fleur's reaction, but from her sigh, obviously, she mistook it for a reaction against her. "Are you still talking about that? You should have written to tell me you were returning early from school. I would have chosen a more suitable location," Appoline said dismissively, not broken up by the fact. "I told you before, my sweet daughter. Men are all the same, and the sooner you accept that and abandon your ridiculous streak of independence, the easier you will live," she said, looking outside the window, using Fleur's silence to give a monologue about her life perspective, unaware Fleur was silent because of my hands caressing her body by leveraging my invisibility to the limit. "Luxuries like this wine will become a daily experience rather than a rare treat. And as a bonus, you'll get away from this horrible weather," Appoline commented.
"I like it here," Fleur murmured, somehow sounding mostly normal, though she failed to control her allure, which filled the room with a sudden intensity as I massaged her bottom vigorously.
Appoline noticed the sudden jump in intensity. "Why did your allure suddenly intensify just as we mentioned your extramarital dalliance," Appoline said sharply. "Don't tell me you have feelings for that man too," she added in exasperation. That, more than anything, solidified my impression of her. Appoline was a true gold-digger, nothing more, nothing less… A deliciously sexy one, though.
"What if I have," Fleur answered defensively, not even bothering to deny the accusation, though that might be also about me pulling the hem of her nightie up and vanishing her panties, giving me free access to her pussy. "Not everyone is an emotionless whore only interested in men for their money."
"It's not like they're good for anything else, has your husband ever managed to give you an orgasm" Appoline countered dismissively even as she finished her second glass and refilled it once more. Fleur said nothing, just blushed, but unlike what Appoline thought, it was more about me pushing my fingers into her slit, twisting them playfully "We can talk again once you try your boy-toy and once again get disappointed with his performance, though I doubt it'll happen soon with your ridiculous morals. You might even wait until the divorce is complete to take him to the bed." Luckily, at that point, Appoline was fully distracted with her tirade -of which her aggressive drinking didn't help- to notice Fleur's face blushing further, unrelated to her angry accusations. Appoline spoke for a few minutes, outlining her perspective about the uselessness of men, a time I used to my benefit by fingering Fleur mercilessly. "The sooner you understand that men are disappointing creatures helpless under our allure, the better," Appoline completed her tirade.
I was amused with Appoline's tirade against the average male of the magical world, though she wasn't entirely wrong. Most of them were weak sheep unable to handle a veela's allure, and the ones strong enough were too busy with their pointless battles to pay attention to the more enjoyable parts of life. I was curious about how she would react to a night with me. It was a pity that it was a difficult thing to swing successfully.
At that point, I chose to replace my fingers with my shaft, making Fleur's eyes widen in shock. "Whatever you say, mother," Fleur murmured dismissively, doing her best not to alert her mother about the fact that she was currently being ravished by the man in question.
Appoline shook her head dismissively. "Same old Fleur, believing that only she knows how life works," she murmured in disappointment and stood up. "I hoped that your disappointing marriage would have been enough to teach you that you're wrong, but it seems that I need to wait longerfor you to realize it." She grabbed her glass, and after a brief consideration, the bottle, before leaving the room with a huff, once again with her hips dancing erotically. I was lucky that I was still invisible, because it hid my wandering gaze from Fleur.
It wasn't likely that she would be understanding to me ogling her mother's ass as she walked away.
Fleur waited a few minutes after her mother's disappearance before she pulled the cloak off me and tried to face me, but my grip on her hips was tight enough to prevent her movement, so she had to twist her head to face me. "What the hell are you doing," she whispered furiously, but her anger wasn't particularly effective when she bit her lips immediately afterward to keep a moan in.
"I got bored waiting for you, so I visited you downstairs," I explained. She opened her mouth to answer, but I interrupted her with a kiss, which lasted quite a bit. "Did I do something wrong?" I asked.
"Don't be coy," she admonished, her voice louder. "You had to start messing with me with my mother in the room. What if we were caught?"
"Well, you can always claim the score being equal. Tell me if I'm incorrect, but from what I heard, she isn't someone who would be overly concerned about catching her daughter having long, passionate sex with her lover in the middle of the living room."
"Yeah," she said before continuing with a soft mumble. "She might ask to join."
She clearly didn't expect me to hear the last part, and I wasn't stupid enough to put my support behind the idea, no matter how attractive the idea of a threesome with a mother-daughter veela duo. My control over Fleur was strong, but not that strong… Instead, I pushed Fleur without a warning, and she found herself on the floor, standing on all fours, her bottom raised attractively. Fleur tried to stand up, but I cast a spell, and the sensation that filled her bowels was distracting enough to keep her in place. When she gathered her wits once more, it was already too late. I was already crouched behind her, my crown against her puckered hole, which was magically cleaned and lubricated thanks to the spell.
Magic was beautiful for convenience.
"Not that again-" Fleur tried to say, though the sharp desire on her voice told me that she wasn't as against to the idea than her words might imply, so I pushed into her without waiting for her to finish. At that point, she had two choices, she could stick with her protest, or close her mouth to keep the accompanying pained cry in. She chose the latter. One of her hands pressed against her mouth for good measure, leaving me free to enjoy her puckered hole once again, remembering the first time I had its taste, when I took it for the first time in front of her husband. Taking her through the backdoor while she struggled not to alert her visiting mother was even more interesting.
Fleur was mine, and this wasn't a boring vanilla relationship.
"You're so tight, it's unbelievable," I gasped, not bothering to control my voice.
"Be careful," she moaned, trying to whisper but failing to keep her volume low. "I don't want to be caught."
"Don't worry, I cast a silencing charm," I assured her loudly, and the moment I said that, she wailed aloud, unaware that my guarantee was a total lie. I intentionally didn't cast a charm to alert Appoline, curious how she would react to catching her daughter being taken from her forbidden hole. When Appoline made herself known, I could always claim that I miscasted the spell because of my excitement.
It's not every day I took a sexy veela from backdoor in the hearing range of her mother.