Ch. 21

A/N: This is the final chapter of this story, which last updated back in November of 2019. There probably won't be another chapter of this fic, so hope everyone enjoyed it up until this point!

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Harry wasn't sure what to expect from Apolline Delacour, if he was being honest. Several months after the end of the island vacation, and a return to work in all it's many forms, Harry found himself meeting with Fleur and Gabrielle's mother. Not alone, of course. He, Fleur, and Gabrielle were all taking a two-day trip back to Fleur and Gabrielle's childhood home at Chateau Delacour, to inform Apolline Delacour of the fact that she was going to be a grandmother.

Needless to say, Harry wasn't entirely sure what to expect. Though, when Fleur had turned towards him and told him to gird himself shortly before they knocked on the door, only for a servant to answer and escort them to Madame Delacour, Harry had been a little concerned. Now he was getting something of an idea of exactly what Fleur had meant.

"You are as handsome as the stories, including my daughters' letters say, Lord Potter-Black. I suppose I can see why Fleur and Gabrielle allowed you to knock them up."

As her daughters blush and duck their heads at their mother's forward flirting (because when Apolline had her hand on Harry's leg the entire time she was speaking, that's exactly what it was) Harry finds himself raising an eyebrow at the beautiful half-veela. She truly is stunning, but he's not quite sure if she realizes that her aura doesn't work on him.

Despite being Fleur and Gabrielle's mother, Apolline Delacour could easily pass for their older sister. She's very much a MILF, a woman who looks to still be in her prime, her veela and witch genes combining to practically halt the aging process for her. Harry was glad he hadn't brought any of his other wives on this particular excursion, he could only imagine the jealousy of someone like Daphne if they found themselves confronted with an older woman of such beauty like Apolline Delacour.

Even Fleur and Gabrielle were clearly struggling with their mother's presence, though Harry suspected that was more to do with her openly flirtatious nature than her looks. After all, both younger part-veela definitely took after their mother in the looks department. Regardless, when Apolline doesn't get more than that raised eyebrow in response, she leans back again, letting go of Harry's leg, and gives a small smile, though it's not one of approval. Instead it's assessing as she looks for any cracks in his defenses, as she tries to work her way past his defenses.

If there's one thing Harry has learned about Apolline Delacour since they sat down for tea with her, it's that she's even more of a haughty and narcissistic creature then Fleur. Now, to be fair to the half-veela MILF, she has every reason to have an ego the size of a castle, truth be told. She's a gorgeous creature, and from all accounts, an incredibly intelligent witch as well. Fleur and Gabrielle's father, Monsieur Delacour, had apparently died shortly after Gabrielle was born.

Rather than another wizard managing to step into the shoes that Monsieur Delacour left behind, Apolline had done so in her husband's stead, barely taking the time to play the part of grieving widow before she'd taken over his business and worked to keep it running so that she and her daughters could continue to live in relative comfort for all their days, rather than ending up destitute on the streets. Who knew what sort of women Fleur and Gabrielle would have grown up to be if that had happened. Who knew what Apolline herself would have done to survive if she'd not taken the actions she did, back then.

From all that Fleur and Gabrielle had told him of their mother, Harry knew Apolline was not a bad woman. She was not an evil woman. She had a soft spot a mile wide for her children, and she loved them with all her heart. But… it was clear that not only did she have some sort of problem with him, she also intended to expose him for whatever it was she thought he truly was. She seemed to think him a lecher, or perhaps a weak-willed wizard who could be wrapped around her finger. Harry wasn't entirely sure what it was, but he didn't intend to give her what she wanted. He was who he was, and he refused to kowtow to anyone, not even one of his many mothers-in-law.

That doesn't stop Apolline from continuing to flirt with him though, throughout the teatime, and even into the dinner that the four of them have later. It's only after Apolline foregoes desert, claiming she has another tasty treat in mind while staring directly at Harry that her eldest, Fleur, finally snaps.

"Mother. Gabrielle and I would like to have a word with you at your earliest convenience please! Alone, if you will!"

Fleur shoots Harry an apologetic look as Apolline blinks at the sudden outburst, which Harry responds to with a barely perceptible nod. Giving Madame Delacour a broad smile, he stands and bows.

"I shall excuse myself so that you and your daughters might talk."

And then he leaves. He doesn't stick around to snoop; he doesn't peek in or listen in to find out what's said. He has no reason to. Fleur and Gabrielle… he trusts both of them, wholly and utterly. He loves them and knows that they love him in turn. As for their mother… either they'll set the woman straight or they won't. If she persists in whatever the hell this is… then Harry will put her in her place himself. Madame or no, he IS Lord Potter-Black, with a dozen other family names to that as well.

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Back in the dining room, the moment that Harry is gone, both Fleur and Gabrielle are looking at their mother with stricken expressions. Fleur is the one who speaks of course.

"Mother! What do you think you're doing?! You… you've been acting incredibly inappropriate since we arrived! Our husband is not… not one of your boy toys!"

As much as Fleur and Gabrielle loved their mother with all their heart, and as much as they knew she loved them both in turn, they were not unaware that Apolline had needs… needs that she'd frequently taken care of while they were still growing up, usually by attracting some handsome wizard to her side, using him until she got bored of him, and then discarding him. None could hold a candle to their father, her dearly departed husband, or so she told them, so she inevitably got rid of her 'boy toys' eventually.

Sniffing haughtily, Apolline looks at her daughters in turn.

"Funny you should mention my suitors, daughter of mine. I would think I'd given you both a number of lessons over the years on how to handle a wizard. And yet, here we are."

Confusion falls on both their faces, and Gabrielle steps in, voice hesitant as she tries to figure out what their mother is talking about.

"You've lost us, mother. We're both pregnant and quite happy and married to the man we love. What's wrong with that?"

Apolline frowns deeply.

"What's wrong with that? Girls, you are indeed pregnant and married… and to the same man, at that! You have allowed yourselves to be bred by a wizard with a harem, a man who has as many wives as he does names! You are not even the first and second of his harem, as your veela blood should easily make you. Rather than having this Lord-Potter Black wrapped around your fingers, it is the other way around!"

Fleur and Gabrielle stiffen at the rebuke, as the truth of their mother's irritation comes to light. Gabrielle tries weakly to speak again but is cut off quickly by her mother.

"M-Mother, we love h-."

"Pah! Love! Do not speak to me of love young lady. Not even your father and I were truly in love. Ours was an arranged marriage. Your father wanted a veela bride, and I was chosen to send along by your grandmother. Oh, I cared for him quite a lot, to be sure. I grew too fond of him, and then one day he was gone. Your father left me, as all men do, one way or another. But I will tell you this, until the day he died, your father never once denied me a single thing. He was mine, not the other way around!"

Exchanging a glance as their mother's outburst reveals more than they ever really wanted to know about… all of what she'd just said, Fleur and Gabrielle speak silently with nothing but their eyes for a moment. Then Fleur turns to their mother and gives Apolline Delacour a sickeningly sweet smile.

"Well, while I appreciate the lesson, mother… times do change. And I can assure you, Harry is nothing like our father. Even you in your prime would not have been able to wrap him around your finger. Even you would have realized that being at Harry's side is more fulfilling and more valuable than crushing any other wizard beneath your heel."

Apolline's eyes flash dangerously.

"Excuse me?"

Fleur knows exactly what her mother takes issue with… as does Gabrielle. Of course, where Fleur is being the 'bad cop' so to speak, Gabrielle comes in to play the good side of the equation. Though, it's less good, and more 'oblivious' to the undertones of her older sister's words. Not that she's actually oblivious of what Fleur is saying in the slightest.

"Fleur might be right, mother. Or she might be wrong. But I guess we'll never really know. You are who you are, and we are who we are. Whether or not you would have been able to keep up back in your heyday is altogether irrelevant now, don't you think?"

"Keep… up? Why, you impertinent brats."

Apolline Delacour looks between her two daughters, Gabrielle appearing taken aback and confused, and Fleur adopting a wicked grin. She thinks she knows what's going on, assumes that Fleur is trying to goad her while Gabrielle is simply oblivious to her sister's machinations. Fleur though, makes sure to drive the point home.

"It's alright to admit that you're getting older, mother. It happens to the best of us. I can tell you from experience, Harry is not an easy wizard to keep up with even when we're at our best. You just wouldn't be able to last, not as you are now."

"As… I am… now."

Their mother is speaking through gritted teeth as she repeats Fleur's sweet words. Gabrielle looks between her sister and their mother, still playing the part of confused and oblivious. In the end, the sisters' tag team does the trick. Apolline abruptly stands up and looks at them both with a sickeningly sweet smile of her own.

"Old, am I? Past my heyday, am I? If that's so… then perhaps a wager is in order."

"Mother?"

"And what did you have in mind?"

Gabrielle's confusion and alarm, followed by Fleur's question seem to firm up Apolline's resolve, causing the Delacour Matriarch to straighten up fully and puff out her substantial chest.

"Tonight, I will take your husband and show you both how it's done. Don't worry, once I'm through with him, you can have him back… but first, I will let you both see how a Delacour properly handles a wizard, no matter how status or stature. Is that understood?"

Fleur and Gabrielle share a glance at that, but of course it's Fleur who speaks for both of them as she just smiles and nods.

"Perfectly, mother."

Apolline spares them each one more look before sniffing haughtily and leaving the dining room, likely heading to her own rooms to prepare for the night. Fleur and Gabrielle watch her go, and only once she's gone do, they look to each other and grin matching grins. Perhaps it was wrong to throw their mother at Harry… but what better way to show the egotistical Delacour Matriarch the error of her ways and the veracity of Fleur and Gabrielle's choices, then to give her some firsthand experience with their beloved husband?

Tonight… tonight was going to be fun.

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When Apolline steps into the guest bedroom later that night, she's wearing her sexiest ensemble, an incredibly slutty golden corset and stocking set that leaves her breasts and her crotch completely exposed. Given how her daughters had talked him up, the beautiful MILF of a veela had gotten the impression that Harry truly was going to be a challenge. She'd taken their words to heart and come completely prepared.

However, what the gorgeous Matriarch of the Delacour Family was NOT prepared for was the presence of her daughters themselves. When she steps into the room, standing tall in her high heels and looking to all the world like a slutty conquering Amazon Queen, Apolline is stopped short by what she finds within. Namely, that Harry is not alone… no, he's currently standing there, getting felt up through his clothing by her daughters, casually molesting Fleur and Gabrielle right back as he takes turns making out with the two younger veela.

Both Fleur and Gabrielle are dressed similarly to Apolline herself, though they're wearing actual lingerie, bra and panties to go with their garter belts and stockings as they mold their voluptuous bodies up against Harry's sides. Of course, her arrival causes them all to stop and pull away from one another. Not out of embarrassment though, Apolline quickly notes. Harry just raises an eyebrow at her as he grins and admires her nudity, while Fleur and Gabrielle adopt challenging expressions towards their mother.

Apolline will not be cowed by her daughters though, and certainly not by their husband. Never once in her life has the gorgeous MILF bowed to a man, and she's not going to start now. Striding further into the room, turning her nose up into the air, Apolline smirks confidently.

"My daughters could not stop talking about you, Lord Potter-Black. I'm sure they told you that they invited me to your bed tonight?"

Harry's grin widens a little, and he shrugs before nodding. Apolline took that to mean her daughters had not only told him she was coming, but also told him the truth. Hmph, when she was done putting Harry in her place, she would have to teach the two a lesson about loyalty to their mother. They were all blood, it wasn't right to be revealing their private conversations to a man, even if that man WAS their husband.

Sighing, Apolline strides forward even further and comes to a stop right in front of the trio. She gives both Fleur and Gabrielle a look that cannot be misunderstood, and like the good little girls they are, her pregnant daughters pull away from their husband and move aside, coming around and laying out on the massive four-poster bed instead as they watch from afar.

Once they're gone, Apolline places a hand on Harry's chest, splaying out her fingers and pushing him back so that he's sitting on the edge of the bed behind him. She smiles at him then, even as she falls into a crouch, not kneeling, never kneeling, but simply bringing herself to eye level with his crotch.

"I shall start by showing you what a real woman can do with her mouth. Once I'm done, you will return the favor."

Harry just lifts an eyebrow at that, not responding. That's fine, so long as he obeys, she doesn't need to hear his voice. Reaching out, Apolline unbuttons and unzips her daughters' husband's pants. She reaches into his boxers and grasps his cock, dragging it free. She has every intention of belittling it, even though she assumes it's of a decent yet average size. She fully means to make fun of it in some sly, underhanded manner, a subtle jab at her daughters as well as the husband they've let lead them.

But when she drags him free of his confines, she finds that she has to keep pulling and tugging, until he finally pops free entirely… and the thickest slab of cock meat that the gorgeous veela has ever witnessed ends up landing diagonally along her face. Apolline's eyes widen as the massive member smacks meatily into her face, rubbing against the bridge of her nose. An involuntary whimper leaves the MILF's throat, even as she goes cross-eyed just looking at Harry Potter's cock.

"Like what you see, Apolline?"

When he finally speaks, it's with a teasing, condescending tone that jolts her right out of her momentary reverie. Looking past his absurdly thick cock with some difficulty, Apolline narrows her eyes up at Harry, even as she grasps hold of his member with purpose. While inwardly part of her marvels at the fact that she can barely close her hands around his dick properly, outwardly she does her level best to maintain her haughty exterior, even in the face of his impressive manhood… and the musky scent that it's giving off.

Veela had enhanced senses over humans, and as a half-veela, Apolline had gotten these enhanced senses as part of the package. In the past, they'd served her well, allowing her to be able to notice things no witch would be able to without first casting a magic spell. Right now, though, breathing in Harry's masculine scent, which was FILLED with power… it was intoxicating and making it all the harder to think.

Still, Apolline collects herself and slowly drags his cock back across her face as she leans back away from it, staring at his member in her hands, and then at him.

"… It's not a terrible specimen, I suppose."

Harry just chuckles at that, and then a mischievous little glint enters his eye.

"You said earlier you'd expect me to return the favor. But really, I don't want to leave your daughters waiting all night long. Why don't we kill too birds with one stone?"

Apolline opens her mouth to retort with a scathing remark about how she didn't expect him to have anything left for her daughters when she was done with him, but the words never actually make it out of her mouth. Harry swishes a hand through the air and in a bout of wandless magic, lifts her up off the ground and spins her end over end. Before Apolline can even fully, properly register what's going on, the chesty, voluptuous veela MILF is upside down with Harry's cock pressed up against her lips and her own legs wrapped around his head, his face inches from her naked cunt.

"Y-You-mmph!"

The moment she tries to open her mouth to speak, Harry thrusts forward, and she suddenly has a mouth full of dick. She was half-ready to bite down, only for his tongue to slide into her cunt at the exact same moment, causing the half-veela Delacour Matriarch to moan out around his shaft and let it go further up into her throat.

Harry's bitch-breaker of a cock fills Apolline Delacour's esophagus and gullet in no time at all, causing the MILF's neck to stretch obscenely. Meanwhile, elongating his tongue is child's play, and he's soon snaking the prehensible appendages in and out of Apolline's depths, eating out Fleur and Gabrielle's mother while at the same time forcing her to deep throat his cock.

The muggles have a term for this position. It's called an Olympic Sixty-Nine, not that Apolline knows that. If she did, however, she likely would have agreed that the experience she was currently going through was quite difficult and taxing indeed. But it was also insanely pleasurable, and a challenge that she couldn't exactly back down from. Not now, not when she'd been challenged by her own daughters.

Call her old, would they? Saying she was past her heyday… she would show them! She would! Choking down Harry's cock, Apolline sucks and slurps and bobs up and down on his member, even as it thrusts away at her throat. However, at the same time the gorgeous veela MILF is experiencing Harry's tongue in all of its vaunted glory, the elongated appendage going deeper inside of her than any of her boy toys and their cocks had gotten in years.

Eyes going crossed, it's not long before Apolline is cumming her brains out from Harry's technique. But she's sure she has him on the ropes! She's sure that he's going to cum any second now! And she's right, Harry is close… except, he can easily hold back, where Apolline can't. The powerful young wizard brings the haughty veela MILF to three orgasms with his tongue before he finally lets her throat milk him of his first load. When he does finally cum, Apolline is in no way prepared for it, of course. His seed explodes out of her nostrils, which are pressed up against his ball sack, his entire cock buried in her bulging throat.

His cum flows down Apolline's upside-down face, across her eyes and forehead and even into her hair, until he finally pulls her off his cock and spins her about. Coughing and hacking, even now the gorgeous stacked veela tries to take control of the situation. She can't lose here; she refuses to be beaten by a… by a man!

"You will c-ceas-ah!"

Before she can even get three words out however, Harry has spun her around and bent her over the bed she'd sat him on, the bed where her daughters were sprawled out, waiting for her. Apolline finds herself forced onto her hands and knees, a humiliating position for a bitch in heat, a position that she had NEVER taken up before now. She's getting worked up and ready to launch into a tirade about Harry's lack of respect… when he sticks his cock right into her cunt, filling her with his meat all over again.

Apolline's eyes go wide as he stuffs her full of his dick. How? How can he already be ready to go yet again? None of the young men she'd taken on as suitors had been able to go a second time this fast. She always had to coax it out of them, forcing them to grow hard again and again until they were truly spent. But she hadn't had to do any of that with Harry Potter. Instead, Lord Potter-Black was… he was the one putting her through HER paces. As his cock slides almost all the way out of her, Apolline opens her mouth once more, only for it to click shut when he thrusts back in.

And then he's fucking her, hard and deep, and it's all that the gorgeous MILF can do to keep her eyes from rolling back in her head. As Apolline moans in abject ecstasy, trying to rein in her reactions but very visibly failing, both Fleur and Gabrielle strike. Their mother's once pristine features are still covered in Harry's seed after all, dripping back down her face now that she was right-side up again.

Fleur catches Apolline by her hair, and Gabrielle snags her chin. The Delacour Matriarch's eyes snap open at this, because she can very clearly feel both of Harry's masculine hands groping and squeezing her tits. When she sees her two daughters are right in front of her, she opens her mouth to say something, but Fleur silences her with a kiss, their mouths smashing together and their tongues intertwining. Meanwhile, Gabrielle begins to suck and slurp Harry's cum out of the hollow of their mother's throat, slowly trailing her tongue higher and higher.

Apolline can only whimper. It's not fair… she's being overwhelmed on all sides. If Fleur and Gabrielle weren't here, s-surely, she'd be able to put Harry in his place. His big fat cock pounding away at her noblewoman insides, breaking her bit by bit… she wouldn't be so weak if not for her daughters.

Soon, the two younger veela are licking and lapping their mother's face clean, even as her features contort further and further in pleasure. And then Harry begins to spank Apolline and all is lost, this bit of pain mixed with pleasure awakening latent masochistic tendencies in the older woman that not even she'd known existed until now.

As he spanks her ass, her daughters descend on her tits, Apolline's back arching and her head tilting upwards as she cries out in ecstasy. Meanwhile, Harry speaks his mind, and the gorgeous veela MILF can do nothing but listen.

"You're a naughty wench, aren't you? A haughty, narcissistic bitch… still, you love your daughters. Which is the only reason I'm even entertaining the idea of taking you home with us when we leave."

He leans in closer and his hot breath ghosts across her ear, making Apolline shiver as much as the words coming out of his mouth do.

"I think you've gotten lonely here. Don't you? I think you were better off when you had two beautiful daughters to raise and look after, but ever since Fleur and Gabrielle flew the nest, you've been stuck with yourself and it's left you in a bad place."

It hurts because it's true. It hurts because he's right. Apolline's eyes close tightly shut as tears begin to leak out, but at the same time she's still moaning from the pleasure.

"If you can admit that you need help, then we can do something about that. I have plenty of women already. I don't need YOU. But…"

His cock spears deep inside of her quivering quim and Apolline cums on command, explosively orgasming all over his member as she can HEAR the smugness in his voice.

"I think you just might need me. Your daughters could use a mother to help them as they become mothers themselves. And you could use a wizard to submit to, couldn't you?"

With a shudder, Apolline Delacour… let's go. She stops fighting it, stops resisting… and she gives in.

"Y-Yes…"

"Sorry, what was that? Fleur, Gabrielle, quiet down now for a moment, your mother is speaking."

Her daughters pull away from their lapping and licking and slurping of her body and sit back on their haunches, the younger veela smiling at their mother knowingly. Apolline flushes in embarrassment under their gazes, feeling humiliated… but also strangely happy. Harry was right, she could use a wizard to submit to. Perhaps that was what she'd been looking for, ever since her husband's death. But no man had ever been able to give her what she needed. Not until Harry James Potter.

"Yes… I w-want to go with you. I want… I want to be your woman, Lord Potter-Black. Please… please don't stop fucking me."

Chuckling darkly, Harry grabs her by her shoulders and redoubles his pace, fucking her even harder as she moans and cries out and creams herself around his cock over and over again. Her daughters, meanwhile, have finished with her and are now falling into a lover's embrace of their own, pressing their pregnant bodies together and engaging in incestuous debauchery right in front of Apolline's eyes. Not that she has any moral high ground to look down upon them from at this point.

"Well, there was never any chance of me stopping, really. But if the Madame insists…"

The rest of the night is spent dominating her and her daughters. Lord Potter-Black proves himself quite capable of handling three women, even three women with differing amounts of veela blood, all at the same time. Apolline is left fucked silly with a load of his cum in her belly as he plows Fleur and Gabrielle, each in their own way, but by the time she's recovered enough to go again, Harry is there once more, ready to give her what she needs.

He never stops, he never lets up… and for the first time in her life, Apolline Delacour finds herself submitting to a man. No, to a wizard… the most powerful wizard she's ever had the pleasure of meeting.

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As the bout of marathon sex finally winds down, Harry smiles, holding Fleur and Gabrielle close to his sides as the two exhausted veelas cuddle in and fall asleep in his arms. Meanwhile, down betwixt his legs lies Apolline Delacour herself, still dutifully bobbing up and down on his cock. Where before the gorgeous half-veela MILF had been trying to assert control over him when she'd first looked to gift him with oral, now Apolline sucks merely to pleasure him, to impress him.

She's done a good job of that, truth be told. Harry IS impressed. He gives her one last grin and a wink, and then pulls the blanket up over her and him and her daughters, hiding the mother away from view. Harry falls asleep with a pair of lips wrapped around his cock, and he wakes up with that same pair of lips working away at his member later on.

Yes, Apolline probably won't become one of his wives, though if Fleur and Gabrielle ask it of him, he'll marry her too. But there's no denying that the once-haughty and narcissistic veela matriarch is one of his women.

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