CH 78: Hidden... yk

{[Last Time in Tainted Desire]}

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.

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"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.