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The Little Games We Play (Ch. 7)
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The Little Games We Play
Chapter 7
Harry read the letter three times, and none of the readings offered any clarity. He stared at the elegant script, then at the gold monogram at the top. Fleur had given it to him with a muttered, “Just open it, and don’t be dramatic.” She’d smirked in a way that both annoyed him and turned him on. However, the envelope wasn’t from Fleur. It was from her mother, Apolline Delacour.
Harry glanced at the window of the hotel. Rain streaked the glass, but he could still see that the lobby was full of people. He guessed that they didn’t want to go out during a summer shower. Harry entered the hotel and didn’t bother checking with the desk. He already knew where he was going. He just didn’t understand why she wanted to see him. He read the letter again, mouthing the words silently.
Monsieur Potter,
Please accept my apology for my ungracious behavior during our last encounter. I have been given to understand that certain … arrangements exist between you, my daughter, and her husband. I wish to speak with you privately. Should you be agreeable, I will receive you at the enclosed address and time.
Yours, Apolline Delacour
Below that were the hotel's name and address, and, of course, the date and time she wanted to meet up. Harry had no idea why he agreed to it, other than it seemed important to Fleur.
The hotel was definitely the kind of place he’d expect a woman like Apolline to frequent. The lobby was adorned with marble floors and cream colored walls. The woman at the front desk didn’t bother looking up from her computer screen as he crossed the marble floor. The gold-toned elevator dinged open and swallowed a group of three, but Harry took the stairs. He made his way to the third floor and found the correct door. Harry knocked softly.
The door swung open at once, almost like she had been waiting impatiently for him. Apolline stood framed by the light, one hand resting on her thigh and the other on her hip. She smiled beautifully at him.
“Good evening, Monsieur Potter. Please, come in,” she said, stepping aside.
She wore a tiny black dress that hugged every delicious curve. Her breasts looked ready to spill from the top, creating a deep valley of pale, cock-hardening cleavage. Her hair was styled elegantly in loose curls, and she smelled of expensive perfume. “Thank you for coming,” Apolline said. He couldn’t detect any nervousness in her voice.
He stepped inside. The large, luxurious room was tidy, with a bottle of red wine breathing on the desk and two glasses already poured. Heavy curtains blocked the city’s lights, leaving the suite bathed in the dim, warm glow of two lamps. The room’s main overhead light was off, giving the room a romantic feel, which he thought was strange. Apolline closed the door behind him, then gestured for Harry to sit.
Apolline settled into the chair opposite him and crossed her legs. As she did, her already short dress rode high, exposing a whole hell of a lot of sexy thigh. Her posture was perfect. Her hands were folded in her lap, her spine was straight, and her head was held high.
Harry braced himself for accusations, or maybe threats of blackmail, but she simply regarded him with a look of faint amusement. “Fleur regrets that she could not be ‘ere to ‘elp smooth things over between us,” Apolline said. “She is busy, as always, but you know ‘ow she is. She wants me to forgive you … for everything.”
Harry stared at the wine on the desk, then at Apolline. “I didn’t think there was anything to be forgiven for.”
She inclined her head, acknowledging the point. “I was surprised. It is not my ‘abit to be surprised, but seeing my daughter in the arms of another man …” She paused, and the silence went on for a few seconds. “... and discovering that ‘er ‘usband enjoys watching? It was a shock, I must admit. I did not ‘andle it as well as I should ‘ave. I apologize.”
Harry graced her with a small smile and a nod of the head. Apolline leaned forward and grabbed a glass of wine. The neckline of her dress dipped lower, exposing more of her sexy cleavage. “I was not prepared for it. I ‘ope you understand.”
Harry nodded. “I do.” He could imagine that it was a big shock to the system, discovering that kind of stuff about Fleur and Bill.
She watched him over the rim of her glass. “But you are not surprised by this kind of arrangement, are you?”
He thought about the Burrow, and about the strange things that went on within its walls. He thought about Fleur, Ginny, and even Hermione. “No,” he admitted. “I’m really not.”
Apolline sipped her wine. “In my world, things are different. Affairs are kept discreet. A marriage is supposed to be sacred. You do not invite others in, but then again, per’aps I am being old-fashioned.”
Harry had no idea what to say to that, so he shrugged. “Sometimes it’s the only way to keep things together,” he said.
Her lips pulled into a smile. “Fleur chose wisely. Bill is a good man. ‘e does not make ‘er ashamed of ‘er needs, nor does ‘e apologize for ‘is.”
Apolline leaned forward again and grabbed the second glass of wine. She leaned toward Harry and offered it to him. He took the glass and looked right down her dress. Harry shifted in the chair. He could feel himself going hard, and Apolline seemed to notice. She smiled cheekily, like she knew the effect her body had on him. She stood and poured more wine into her glass. She then leaned against the edge of the desk. She was so close that he could feel her body heat.
“Tell me,” she said, “Do you enjoy fucking ‘er?”
Harry nearly choked on the wine. “I … yes, I did. I mean, yes, I do.”
Apolline let out an amused chuckle. “You are ‘onest. That is good. I like ‘onest men.”
She set down her glass and placed a hand on Harry’s knee. Her hand drifted up and down, coming dangerously close to his crotch. “Would you like to know a secret, Monsieur Potter?”
Harry nodded because he couldn’t do anything else. The woman had him stunned.
Apolline leaned in. “My ‘usband wishes for me to take a lover. It is ‘is fantasy. ‘e dreams that I am taken by a man who can satisfy me, who can make me scream, who can ‘umiliate me and make me beg. ‘e wishes to know every detail. ‘e wants to see the marks on my skin, and ‘e wants to ‘ear my voice when I am used by another man.”
She said all this in a whisper, but there was no shame in it … only hunger. “Why are you telling me this?” Harry asked, but he already knew the answer.
Apolline put her mouth close to his ear. Her breath was warm and husky as she breathed in his ear. “Because I want you to do it, ‘arry. I want you to be the man who uses me.”
For a long moment, he just sat there, his heart thundering in his chest, and his cock straining against his trousers. She waited patiently. As Harry was thinking it over, Apolline smiled. She took his hand, guided it to the hem of her dress, and pressed his palm against her thigh. Her skin was smooth and hot, and when he squeezed her thigh, she spread her knees just enough for him to feel the heat of her burning pussy.
She slipped the dress off her shoulders and pulled it down to her hips. Her tits were spectacular. They were bigger than Fleur’s, but just barely. They stood high on her chest with a gravity-defying firmness that almost didn’t make sense for a woman of her age. Her nipples were puffy, light pink, and hard enough to cut glass. Harry stared unapologetically as they jiggled around. Apolline caught his expression and arched her back, letting him get an even better look.
“My ‘usband will want to know everything,” she said. “ ‘e will want to know ‘ow you felt in my mouth, ‘ow you stretched me, and whether you came inside me, or made me lick it up after. ‘e will want to know if you made me beg. Will you let me tell ‘im, ‘arry?”
He nodded, and she smiled and took his hand. “Good,” Apolline said. She pressed his hand to her breast, and he pinched the nipple between his fingers. Apolline leaned in and bit his lower lip before sucking on it. She pulled it between her teeth and then let it go. “Take me to the bed,” she pleaded.
Harry barely remembered moving from the armchair to the bed, only that Apolline’s hand stayed in his the entire time, leading him with the confidence of someone who had orchestrated this entire thing. She sat on the mattress’s edge, her dress peeled down to her hips. Even seated, her tits stood proud, the soft light catching every curve of her flawless figure. For a second, Harry simply stared, mesmerized by the perfection of her body.
He stood above her, his cock tenting his trousers, but Apolline didn’t move to undress him. She waited and ran one perfect fingertip along the inside of his wrist. Harry placed a hand on her bare shoulder. The skin was softer than anything he’d ever touched. He slid his palm to her neck and gently squeezed. He felt the rapid thumping of her pulse as her heart raced.
“You can take it off,” Apolline said, looking up at him.
He didn’t need to be told twice. Harry leaned over and tucked his fingers into the bunched-up dress at her hips. She lay back on the bed and let him pull the dress down. Apolline lifted her ass and let him slide the stretchy fabric over her hips. He pulled the dress down her silky legs and off her high-heeled feet. Harry then unbuckled the straps of her heels and slid them off her dainty feet. The only thing left was a sliver of black lace nestled between her shapely thighs. To call it a thong was an overstatement. In truth, it was barely more than a scrap of fabric. Her thighs were parted just enough to show the dark strip of silk vanishing between her plump, hairless lips.
“Do you like it? I wore it just for you,” she admitted while rubbing her thighs together.
“I love it.”
“Then keep going. Show me ‘ow much you love my body.”
Harry kicked off his shoes and climbed onto the bed. He got on his knees as if her body demanded he worship it. He kissed the inside of her left knee, then her right. He worked his way up her creamy inner thighs. Apolline’s legs trembled in anticipation, and she spread them wider. The air between her legs was hot, humid, and soaked with her scent. Harry buried his face there and inhaled through the mesh of her thong. The perfume was overwhelming. She smelled like a woman overwhelmed by desire.
He looked up to see Apolline watching him through half-closed eyes, her lips parted. She reached down, cupped his head in both hands, and pressed his face to her panty-covered pussy. Harry dragged his tongue up the lacy front, licking from the bottom edge of the thong to the spot where the fabric vanished into the cleft of her pussy. Apolline hissed in pleasure and ground her hips forward, forcing him to work harder.
He found the dampest spot and sucked it through the lace. She gasped. She had only been with him for a few minutes, and he was already more passionate than her husband had ever been. Harry reached behind her, grabbed both ass cheeks, and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Her back arched beautifully, and the motion squeezed her tits together in a way that made him want to tear the thong in half just to get at her. However, Apolline was patient. “Do not rush. I want you to taste every inch of me.”
Harry ran his tongue along the outside of the thong, tickling her folds. She was drenched, and the fabric was so soaked that it left his lips wet. Apolline closed her eyes and let her head fall back. She slid a hand up her body and cupped her own breast. Her delicate fingers toyed with her nipple until the tip was rock-hard.
He licked her harder, pressing his tongue against one of her puffy lips. He could feel the shape of her pussy through the delicate material. Harry sucked the fabric into his mouth, then let it go with a pop. Apolline shuddered and mewled while playing with her crinkled nipples. With both hands, he grabbed the waistband and peeled the thong down her thighs, pausing at her knees just to tease her.
“Please … Keep going,” Apolline begged, her voice cracking for the first time. Harry smiled and slid the thong down to her ankles.
She kicked it away, sending it flying across the hotel room. Her pussy glistened in the low light. Her lips were swollen and damp with arousal. The little hood of her clit was already peeking out, desperate for attention. Harry pressed his tongue to it, added pressure, and slowly wiggled it around. Apolline let out a noise that was halfway between a moan and a growl. She grabbed his head, tangled her fingers in his hair, and ground her wet pussy hard against his lips.
Harry licked her quicker and harder, flicking the tip of his tongue back and forth over her hard clit. He sucked the nub between his lips and ran his tongue around the entire edge. Apolline was loving every second. Her thighs were quivering, and her tits were flopping around as her body shook. She pulled his head up so she could look him in the eyes, but that didn’t stop her from sliding her pussy back and forth over his chin. “You are better than I ‘ad ‘oped,” she told him through heavy breaths. Apolline then shoved his head down again and rode his face with shameless, obscene jerks of her hips.
He slipped two fingers into her scorching hot pussy. She was impossibly tight, and every inch of her wet, silky walls squeezed down on him as if she’d never been stretched before. Her pussy was so wet it drooled down his chin and onto the sheets. Harry curled his fingers and toyed with her most pleasurable spot. Apolline’s body instantly went rigid. She locked her thighs around his ears and trembled, gasping for breath.
“Please, fuck me,” she begged while lovingly scratching his scalp. “Put it in me, ‘arry … right now.”
He rose from his knees, his lips and chin wet with her arousal. Apolline’s hands immediately went to his belt and unbuckled it while Harry removed his shirt. She yanked his trousers and boxers down, freeing his cock in one brutal tug. Apolline didn’t even flinch at the enormous size. She had, after all, seen it before. It had haunted her fantasies for days. She wrapped her hand around it, squeezing the base and stroking up and down.
Harry lined up the head at her dripping entrance. He placed it against her folds and moved it up and down along her slit, gathering her juices on the head. When the head rubbed against her asshole, Apolline squeaked and clenched her hole tightly. Harry chuckled and dragged it back up to her slit before pushing in just the tip. Apolline cried out, the sound echoing off the high ceiling.
“Do not tease me, ‘arry!” Apolline gasped while her pussy squeezed the first inch of his cock.
He drove his hips forward, filling her with a single, powerful thrust. Apolline’s back arched off the bed, and she dug her nails into his shoulders. Her pussy clamped around him, squeezing for dear life, and she cried out in pleasure.
He started thrusting slowly, fucking her with deep, even strokes. Her walls were so silky smooth that he nearly came on the spot. Harry took a deep breath and calmed down before going back to work. He watched the way her tits bounced with every thrust, and how her nipples crinkled even harder. Her gorgeous face was flushed, and her blue eyes fluttered as her pussy swallowed him whole. She clung to him tightly and squeaked into his ear. Harry picked up the tempo, fucking her harder, and Apolline wrapped her legs around his waist, forcing him deeper.
Apolline’s back arched as she babbled in French. “Oui, comme ça … ”
He reached under her ass and lifted her higher, then pushed her knees to her chest and folded her in half. The new angle let him bottom out, and every time he hit her deepest spot, Apolline’s pussy gushed more juices. The wet squelch of her pussy echoed in the room, mixing with her cries of pleasure.
Harry felt his own orgasm coming, but he wanted her to finish first. He slowed his pace and pulled nearly all the way out before burying himself to the hilt. The head of his cock slammed into her g-spot, and Apolline’s eyes rolled back. She grabbed her own tits, squeezing them together and pinching her nipples. “I am going to cum,” she warned, her voice shaky and desperate.
“Go ahead,” Harry said, biting his lower lip while fighting the incredible pleasure of her pussy. “Don’t wait on me.”
She couldn’t wait even if she wanted to. Apolline’s whole body tensed, and she screamed in rapture. Her pussy squeezed so tight that Harry could barely move. Harry could feel her walls rippling and fluttering against his shaft, and then her pussy sprayed a gush of juice, squirting his stomach and balls and soaking the sheets beneath them. She squirted again when he thrust into her. Each time he bottomed out, a gushing spray of her juices followed, and every new squirt was followed by a fresh cry of pleasure from her lovely lips.
Harry couldn’t hold back any longer. He pounded into her relentlessly, letting go of all restraint. Apolline’s pussy milked him, rippling around his cock and sucking him dry. He felt himself go over the edge and shot a thick load deep inside her, his whole body tensing as he emptied himself. He thrust all the way in and held his cock there, letting her pussy milk him of every last drop.
He remained inside her, breathing heavily, while Apolline trembled and twitched beneath him. He kissed her neck and sucked on her delicate skin. Apolline mewled cutely, and her pussy clutched him tightly. He kissed up and over her chin and found her lips. She licked the taste of her own pussy from his lips, then giggled.
“You are incredible,” she said, her accent thick as honey. She pulled him flat against her and wiggled around like she was trying to mark him with her scent.
Harry pulled out and watched as his cum leaked from between her lips and pooled on the sheets. Apolline rolled to her knees and pressed her face to his cock, licking the mess off with slow, greedy laps of her tongue. Apolline then spun around, leaned forward, and lifted her bottom, presenting her ass to him.
“I am not finished,” she announced, wiggling her hips. She felt like a new woman, and she was going to take full advantage of her new lot in life.
Harry didn’t need to be asked twice. He knelt behind her, spreading her ass with both hands, and admired the sight. Her pussy was gaping, and her lips were red and swollen. Her light pink asshole was a perfect, tight ring. He leaned in and licked around the rim, letting the tip of his tongue flick over the sensitive skin.
Apolline gasped, and her eyes widened. She looked over her shoulder and reached back, pulling her cheeks apart even wider, and inviting him in. Harry pressed his tongue to her hole and swirled it around. Apolline whined, her whole body shuddering. He licked, sucked, and circled the rim. Harry then slid a finger in alongside his tongue. Her asshole gripped him, hungry for more.
She begged for it, her voice rising, “Yes, ‘arry … fuck my ass, please, make me yours!” she begged.
Harry ran his cock up and down her cum-dripping pussy until it was properly lubed. He lined his cock against her asshole and pushed. He felt the tight ring resist the pressure before it gave way. Apolline gasped and clawed at the sheets as her ass trembled. He eased it in slowly until the head slipped inside. Apolline shuddered and pushed back onto him, taking more.
“You are going to split me in two,” she groaned, but her voice was full of delight.
He worked his cock in and out, picking up speed as she adjusted to his size. Her ass was tighter than anything he’d felt, and the view was obscene. He had a beautiful Veela bent over, her tits swinging as she took every inch.
Harry leaned over, grabbed her hair, and pulled her head up so she had to look at herself in the wall mirror. “Look at you,” he said with amusement. “You’ve turned into a complete slut, and you love it, don’t you?”
Apolline met her own eyes, lips parted and shiny with spit. “I do,” she whimpered. “I love it. I love being used by you.”
He fucked her harder, smacking his hips against her ass and making her pillowy cheeks ripple. Her pussy drooled down her thighs, and every time he bottomed out in her ass, she moaned louder. “I am going to cum again,” she warned through a whimper. “It will be messy.”
“Be as messy as you want,” he groaned and thrust harder.
Apolline came with a violence that stunned him. She howled through her analgasm, and her pussy squirted again, spraying his balls and misting the room. The contractions of her asshole milked his cock until he thought he’d pass out. He could only manage a few more thrusts before losing control. Harry came again, filling her pulsating asshole with his seed, and collapsed over her back.
Harry groaned as his balls emptied, and Apolline reached back and lovingly rubbed his hip. Once he was sufficiently drained, Harry pulled out slowly. Apolline let out a shuddering breath and twisted to face him, her eyes hooded but triumphant. “I will tell my ‘usband everything,” she said. “Will you tell Fleur ‘ow good I was in bed?” Apolline was feeling a little competitive at the moment.
Harry smiled, still catching his breath. “I’ll tell her you’re an excellent lover.”
Apolline smirked, then leaned in and kissed him. Her tongue quickly slipped into his mouth. “Good,” she said. “That is exactly what I wanted.”
She pushed him down on the bed, curled up at his side, and pulled his hand onto her tit. Harry palmed her breasts and teased her hard nipple. “You must stay the night,” Apolline said, her voice tired and soft. “I want you to take me again in the morning.”
“Anything you want,” Harry said as he got comfortable. He pulled the bed sheet up, covering their lower halves. She smiled, closed her eyes, and let him caress her soft skin. Apolline snuggled in deeper and threw one leg over his. It was amazing how relaxed she felt after finally feeling sexually satisfied. Her breathing slowed, and within minutes, she was fast asleep.
Comments
Alun Lewis
Guess Apolline's had somebody in her ass before that wasn't her husband...I doubt a complete anal virgin would be so eager to take Harry's titanic todger in their bum if was going to be their first 😉
Hadrian v.E.
This story should be named "The Married Women Harry Has Made Bachelorettes Out Of" and has said women divorcing their pathetic husbands to reflect that change.
Cody
Loved the chapter!
David Clyne
As always a fantastic story
