"W-what?! How?!" Appoline stuttered after I pulled off my blindfold and locked my eyes with hers, trying to process the sudden reversal, only to fail spectacularly because of the three critical details. The first was the shock she felt from the reversal. The second was her own allure, reflected by my spell enough to slow down her thoughts.
The third was the presence of my shaft deep inside her, continuing to impale her mercilessly, not giving her a moment to recover.
"Answer the question!" I said as I slapped her breast mercilessly, forcing her to cry in pain. After her little game with the crop, I wasn't feeling merciful.
"Who do you think-" she started, only for her voice to be cut with another spank to her spectacular breasts, making them jiggle in a way that begged me to cum. Somehow, I managed to hold myself back. "Stop-" she tried to say, only to receive yet another spank.
"I can go all day," I said, but when she tried to open her mouth, I decided to equalize the game, and grabbed the crop she discarded earlier, waving it threateningly. Her mouth closed back in an instant. "Excellent, now, the question," I said, but she looked confused. "The one I asked earlier, whether your daughter knows just how big of a slut you are," I clarified.
"How dare-" she tried to say, angered by the insult, but when the crop landed on her cute belly hard enough to leave a faint pink mark, she chose not to continue her antagonistic speech. "N-no," she stammered instead. "Not everything."
"But I'm guessing she knows enough," I answered even as I put my empty hand to better use, and grabbed one of her spectacular breasts, its presence more than enough to fill my hand to the brim, my fingers sinking into their heavenly softness.
She moaned spectacularly as my fingers dug into her flesh, while I continued to drill her mercilessly. "Maybe," she managed to answer. "She doesn't appreciate my more liberal approach," she said, before turning her gaze toward her unconscious daughter, managing to smirk despite the situation. "Or she didn't in the past. She seems to have a change of mind since she came to Britain."
I shrugged. She wasn't correct, of course, but I had no intention of explaining my manipulations to her, just in case she decided to save her daughter from my evil clutches. Making her think that Fleur acted because she was chafing in her marriage bond was much safer. I didn't say anything else, just continued to slam inside her. Soon, she abandoned her token resistance, her back arching beautifully as she angled herself to give me better access to her depths.
"Wow, Fleur is right," I commented. "You're really a slut."
"I'm… not," she answered, trying to look angry, but it would have been more effective if she hadn't actually moaned the answer with her eyelids fluttering as the pleasure invaded her body.
"Really," I said, not bothering to hide my amusement as I pulled out, and took a seat instead. "So, you're saying that you're happy that we stopped, and you're not going to sit on my lap to continue our joyful dance.
The expression of shock on her face was beautiful. Considering her great beauty and her allure, I was willing to bet that no one had been daring enough to challenge her in such a way, especially when enjoying her tight grip to the limit. Outrage followed her shock soon after, rightfully taking it personally. "How dare you?!" she exclaimed as she jumped up to her feet, her spectacular curves jiggling beautifully. She was
I shrugged lazily. "I dare," I murmured leisurely even as I slowly raised my gaze to her face. "The question is, what are you going to do. It should be easy for you to turn back and leave if you're not a slut."
"You… you…" she repeated, her breathing out of control as she tried to come up with an answer, her allure flickering dangerously before slamming to me even stronger. It was a mistake on her part since the spell to reflect her allure back to her was still active, and she was angry and aroused enough to miss the impact. When I pulled out, she was already nearing another orgasm, and considering she was hedonistic enough to watch her own daughter even before my intervention, it was already a challenge for her to stop. Now, blasted with her own thick allure, she was hopeless.
"You can leave if you're not willing," I said as I pointed at Fleur, who was still sleeping naked on a nearby couch. "It's not like I'll struggle to finish myself."
After being reminded that the challenge I presented was not a bluff, her resistance was quick to fall. After all, she was burning with a desire that was hard to suppress. She turned her back, but made no attempt to walk away. Instead, she slowly lowered herself on my lap while facing outward, positioned herself to avoid my gaze.
I decided not to give her that. Just as her entrance touched at my crown, I spanked her bottom hard. Appoline cried. "What the hell!" she exclaimed as she turned to me, anger back in the mix.
"Not like that," I said to her. She looked confused. "I want you you to be facing at me," I clarified.
"You're playing a dangerous game," she murmured angrily, but her determination didn't last long under my gaze. Not surprising, considering her willpower was long-suppressed by her raging arousal. She said nothing else, but her movement was answer enough. She closed her eyes as she lowered herself, my erection once again disappearing in her beautiful folds.
"I like to live dangerously," I answered as I grabbed her breasts and started kneading them, forcing another moan off her lips. Her dissatisfaction at my daring didn't prevent her from dancing up and down daringly, nor she tried to push me away from her heavenly bosom, too busy trying to hide the entirety of my shaft inside her. But her eyes stayed closed, something I didn't like. I slapped her tit once more and ordered. "Keep your eyes open, I want to watch your slutty shame."
"You're a true lowlife," Appoline replied, but her sapphire blue eyes stayed open nonetheless.
"I know, sweetie," I said as I let one of my hands move down while gently caressing the curves on her side until it landed on her voluptuous hips. "But the important question is, if you despise me that much, what are you doing jumping up and down on my lap like the cock-hungry slut you are."
"I'll make you pay," shouted, or more accurately, moaned loudly, her hips picking up speed.
I could feel myself nearing to a limit, and decided to use it as another opportunity to mess with her. "When?" I asked. "Before I cum, or after?"
In her haze, it took a couple of seconds for the statement to click in her mind. "Don't you dare!" she exclaimed as she tried to rise, but while she was trying to process my words, my other hand joined the first on her hips, allowing me to strengthen my grip so that her legs -shaking and trembling under the effects of her incoming orgasm- failed to gather the necessary strength to free herself from my grip.
I erupted inside her.
"No!" she moaned, but her body chose to betray her will once more, choosing that exact moment to trigger her climax, the earthquake that filled her robbing her off the power, making her collapse against my chest, breathing helplessly to get a semblance of control. All the while, my shaft throbbed, again and again, filling her to the brim.
"Are you content with what you have just done!" she said angrily as she tried to push herself away from my chest with her trembling arms, of which I allowed. But it was different when she tried to stand up. I pressed her shoulder down, pinning her in place.
"Definitely," I answered. "The question is, are you ready for what's going to happen next?"
"Bastard," she shouted. A slap exploded on my cheek in response, proving that after her orgasm, and with the panic of being soiled thoroughly, she gained a moment of clarity. I could have prevented that, of course, but letting it happen was more interesting. It gave me the excuse to punish her thoroughly.
"Do you think that'll end well for you," I said with a threatening calm. Her eyes widened, but when she tried to pull back, my arms were ready to pin her in place once more. In preparation, I wrapped one arm around her waist, pressing her against my chest once more. The other reached my wand, and I cast several spells in rapid succession, conjuring an anal plug and coating that with several spells.
"No! Not there!" she shouted when she felt the cold tip of the anal plug against her puckered hole, but it was too late. I slowly pushed it in, feeling little resistance thanks to its magical lubrication. She tried to move, but the pain from the sudden movement warned her before I could.
"Do you think still think that you have a say in things?" I said, unable to keep myself from laughing as I pushed the plug even deeper, making her cry in pain. After placing it, I have cast a few more spells, just to make sure that she wouldn't be able to remove it. She could try to dispel, of course, but it would be really surprised if a slutty housewife could dispel a spell done by the Elder Wand. "I charmed it to stay in there safely, so you won't have any problems from it, other than the obvious discomfort of course," I explained.
"You can't expect me to walk around with that in my ass," she argued, which might have been a bit more effective if she wasn't leaning against my chest, her eyes closed as she tried to process the pain, sounding like a petulant child.
"Of course I can," I simply said. "I charmed it so that you can't remove it. I'll remove it when I return this weekend, properly of course."
"No! I need to go back to France," she exclaimed.
"You better change your plans, then, because I have no intention of following you to France. If you go there, it stays in forever," I explained. She looked dismissive, but I decided not to enlighten her about the impossibility of removing it without my assistance. She would doubtlessly learn that on her own, triggering the little surprise I left there as a surprise. "Now, stand up," I said, highlighting my order with a merciless spank on her generous ass that echoed in the room and left a red mark behind, marking the territory I plan to take the next time.
"You bastard," she murmured as she used her full strength to push herself to her feet, managing to balance herself despite the pain and her trembling legs. She made an attempt to turn, but I grabbed her arm. "What do you want now!" she ordered.
"You need to clean your mess before leaving," I ordered, pointing at my crotch. "With your mouth, of course."
"You think that-" she started, but I waved my wand, and her plug started buzzing, Her legs lost all of their powers under the unexpected stimuli, and she collapsed in front of me like a servant ready to please her master -something I wanted to turn into reality if possible.
"Excellent," I said even as I pat her head in an exaggerated motion before pointing at my erection. "Now, you just need to finish cleaning up, and you can go."
She turned her gaze to me, trying to look determined, but a flick of my wand made the plug buzz once more. She bit her lips, but stood still. Another flick made the plug grow, forcing a pained yelp off her in the process. Under pain, her gaze fell down. Then, she surrendered, and started reaching for my shaft.
"Use only your lips and tongue," I ordered, earning yet another angry glare, but that didn't prevent her from leaning forward. Technically, she did use her hands when she pressed them against my knees to balance herself, but I was merciful enough to let that slip. A gasp escaped my mouth when her lips enveloped my crown, because her tongue joined the fray almost immediately, holding an impressive display of her skills. It seemed that she wasn't only relying on her allure and natural beauty to get ahead.
"Not bad, but don't neglect the sides," I reminded at her, earning a bit of teeth as a reward. Since I had no intention of allowing something like that, I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back painfully. "Careful," I reminded at her, my tone sharp. "And like I said, don't neglect the sides."
Despite the fury dancing behind her eyes, she followed my direction after a fashion, pressing her lips on the side of my shaft before slowly moving down. "Not like that, sweetie," I said to her. "Do it properly, I want to feel the warmth of your beautiful mouth."
"You mean…" she murmured in shock, realizing I was asking for a deepthroat. I nodded sharply, underlined with a short vibration of her plug. She looked conflicted, so I decided to help a bit and grabbed her hair once more, this time pushing her head down. "No-" she tried to say, but she was silenced by my shaft.
She pressed her hands on my knees once more, this time trying to push herself away, but I had no intention of letting her go. I pushed her deeper and deeper, and soon, my crown was tickling the entrance of her throat, but her lips were yet to touch the base of my shaft. "Ready?" I asked.
Her response-a slap on my thigh-was hardly positive, but the situation wouldn't have come to this point if I had any intention of respecting her boundaries, so I pushed her down, forcing her throat to clamp around my presence. Her panic told me that-unlike the calmer variety of blowjob-she was a true novice when it came to giving deepthroats. Understandable considering her preference toward more controlled forms of sexy combined with her natural advantages. A normal wizard didn't have a hope of resisting a touch of her tongue, so pushing her for more was simply impossible for them.
But not for me.
I tightened my grip on her beautiful blonde locks before pushing her down further, enjoying her gasps and gags. Since one of my hands was still empty, I reached down and grabbed her breasts, once again mauling them to my desire, marring them thoroughly. I wanted her to remember me when she looked at the mirror.
She tried to make eye contact, trying to beg, her earlier haughtiness replaced by a pitiful panic, showing just how quickly she folded. "Just for a second," I said as I let her move up. She tried to breathe between her desperate coughs, but I didn't wait for her to recover before pushing her down once more. After trying to seduce her married daughter's boyfriend, she didn't deserve any mercy!
Her face was stained with drool and tears as I neared to my climax, her pouty lips bruised under my merciless assault. She cried and moaned, muffled due to the presence of my shaft, struggling to take a breath. Impressively, however, she managed to take the full length without making too much of a fuss. But I was coming close to an explosion.
I pulled out without warning, which surprised her, but not as much as when my cum exploded on her face, painting her like a cheap whore, even staining the remaining scraps of her nightie while I pointed it at her breasts, its whiteness contrasted with the marks I had left.
"You… animal," she murmured even as she fell on all fours when I finally loosened my grip on her hair, struggling to catch her breath.
I decided not to retaliate her last insult, because I felt it was pretty deserved. Instead, I stood up and walked toward Fleur. "Make sure to fix the place," I ordered as I gestured around before lifting Fleur's naked body with a bridal hold, leaving Appoline behind.
I enervated Fleur only after I laid her on the bed and took a ready position on top of her, then I cast a weakened enervation spell to wake her up, but slowly. Then I slipped inside her, completing her awakening process in a gentler manner.
"Where are we?" Fleur murmured.
"We're back in the bedroom, honey," I said even as I pushed deeper into her. "I guess the last orgasm exhausted you a bit too much," I added.
"It doesn't seem to stop you," she added, managing to tease me despite her quickening breaths and increasing heart rate, driven by her awakened desire.
"We can stop if you want," I offered, secure in the knowledge it wouldn't be accepted. Fleur said nothing, but the way she wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, was answer enough…