Chapter 56 - Daddy Ron II

"..." Ron felt sweat form on his forehead. "T-That… I… I'm dating Hermione. But I'll tell her the truth. I promise."

"Hehe, I jest. You didn't even know about my pregnancy, Ron. You don't need zo be married zo have babies. I zo not blame you for being with other girls, nor would I ever blame you for it in ze future. We ar' not married... we are just maman et papa of a beautiful little girl." Fleur looked down at the sleeping baby.

Merlin's tits! The French and their open minds. Ron was baffled that she was so open about it all.

"What if…" He measured his words carefully, gulping a lumpy blob of spit. "What if I want to be with the mother of my daughter too?"

Oh, that maddening smile of hers made Ron go crazy each time. The subtle hint of naughtiness and desire had him hooked. "Aren't you already?"

"Oh!" Ron puffed and just went for it. Hell, the girl was perfect in mind, body, and everything in between. Matching her, his hand reached for her face and he leaned closer to her. Her eyes went close and his followed as soon as their hot lips met.

A passionate but slow kiss ensued for minutes.

His hand soon landed on her nape while Fleur touched his chest. They broke the kiss momentarily to look at each other's eyes. The wild lust was quite evident.

Their kiss resumed with that as both of them tried to feel each other's bodies. Ron's palm softly traced her shoulder and landed on her swollen breasts. At the same time, Fleur's hand slid underneath the quilt and gripped his hardened manhood tightly in a fist.

Every time he tugged on her sweet lips it made him feel so possessive about her. His desire for her peaked, wanting to make her his and only his. To protect her from any danger in the world. Of course, he wanted to slide in her right then and there but knew it was impossible with her current physical state.

So Ron broke the kiss after a desperate struggle. However, both of them didn't stop touching each other. Fleur was already stroking his girthy cock over his pants. Ron was massaging her teets softly and making a soaking, milky mess of her gown.

The baby was sound asleep, unbothered by the swaying from her parents.

"Fleur." He spoke. "Once I finish dealing with the Dark Lord, you are free to reveal to the world that I'm the father."

The simple gesture made Fleur fall for him yet again. "Are you sure? Hermione might hate you."

"She would, but I don't want to lie to her more or keep hiding things. I want everyone to know that you're mine and our daughter is the proof," Ron proudly declared, a little cheeky nonetheless.

"Umh…" Fleur bit her lips, her fist on his cock clenched harder. "Too bad zat we can't…"

Ron chuckled and caressed her hair first and then pecked a kiss again. "I'll visit you again in a few days."

"Hmm…" She nodded shyly and stopped stroking him. "Oh, please extend my deepest gratitude to Professor Dumbledore. Without 'is 'elp, I would never 'ave been able to give birth 'ere in such secrecy."

"Dumble–what?! He knows?!" Ron exclaimed, almost shouting.

Fleur nodded. "I 'ad no choice, Ron. Everyone knew me in France. Maman asked Professor Dumbledore for 'elp, and 'e agreed."

"T-That's so kind of him." Ron forced a smile on his face while his heart raced. What else does he know? About Luna? Lavender? Twins?

Finally, he shifted off the bed and got up. "I'll see you later then, Fleur."

"Let's decide on a name when we meet next, yes?" Fleur warmly waved at his leaving figure.

"Let's do that." Ron opened the door and stepped out. As soon as he shut the door behind he took a deep, calming breath.

"Ehm…"

He looked up at the sudden voice and there she was, Apolline Delacour. Only now did he really notice her face and body, her half-Vela allure was far more intense than Fleur. "Congratulations on being a grandmother, Mrs. Delacour."

Yet, Apolline didn't respond with as much enthusiasm. Her arms were folded underneath her voluptuous, bouncy breasts. Her white blouse was far too revealing around her cleavage. If he could even call that a neckline, the blouse only started from around her bosom, while other parts covered her shoulders. A wide square of 'look at this flawless, pale skin'.

Her wide, soft hips were tightly embraced by a black, long pencil skirt that went below her knees, followed by smooth black stockings. Her hair tied in a mature bun behind her head made her truly seem like his mother-in-law.

One abysmally hot mother-in-law. He had to say it in his heart.

"Monsieur Weasley, please come with me. Zere are some zings I want you to know before I accept you as my lovely Fleur's man." Apolline's tone was clear; she wasn't asking him.

Ugh, is she angry? Ron had no clue what she wanted. But thankfully he didn't have to go far.

The room right beside Fleur's was Apolline's waiting room—a tiny room with just a three-seater couch, a study table by the window, and one chair.

Ron entered when she gestured for him to come inside, and she closed the door behind them. Ron stood there, wondering worriedly what she wanted.

Apolline walked to the table. Standing with her hips against the table's edges, she looks at Ron seriously. With her arms crossed under her magnificent, beautifully formed breasts once again. Her whole body exuded the charm of a mature Vela, judging him, measuring him. Ron felt like a schoolboy getting caught after doing something bad.

But all that pressure didn't affect his erection, going even harder since her allure was too much. Heck, the way she looked like she wanted to punish him made it even hotter. He could feel the flames rising in his loins.

As if she noticed something, Apolline shifted her cushiony ass, almost spilling right on the edge of the table. As if teasing, the arms around her midsection tightened, raising her big breasts to show even more cleavage. She crossed her legs alluringly. While the hem of her skirt swayed up her smooth legs a little, Ron could feel something ticklish also crawling up his shaft.

"Monsieur Weasley, do you know why I married my 'usband?" Apolline asked.

"No, Mrs. Delacour."

Apolline softly chuckled, her throaty hot voice too good for Ron's young body. But then she stepped closer to him, her heels making resounding taps on the floor. "Women like me, Fleur, and Gabrielle are said to be celebrated for our beauty. But it eez as much a curse as it eez a blessing. Tell me, 'ow do you feel now, after gazing upon me?"

Ron looked up and appreciated her entire body. Hot! Luscious, succulent, so juicy I'd–Damn it… Focus, focus, don't think with your cock!

"I-I don't understand what you mean by t—"

"Zis!" Apoline got too close to him all of a sudden. One of her hands caught his hard, eager cock, cupping it under her palm. "Zis eez what you feel. Now imagine being married to me. You'd be lusting for my body day and night, desiring physical intimacy at all times. Zat eez why I chose to marry a man with a low sexual drive. As Fleur was supposed to."

"What?!" Ron exclaimed. This meant Mr. Delacour was just a sperm dispenser for Apolline.

Ron's thoughts froze as Apoline suddenly slammed her achingly swollen twin peaks on his lower chest while staring up at his face. Her hand rubbed the length of his erect manhood the entire time. Ron could feel every inch caressed, wrapped in a warm massaging hand. He almost hated the pants he was wearing right now, the material too thick for his current craving.

"But don't worry." Apolline smiled, the tease and desire evident in her gaze. "You're young and strong, famously so. You may 'ave the energy to zo 'et countless times, but I don't want my precious Fleur to get hurt. So…"

Her other hand came up, massaging his chest gently with teasing waves of her fingers. Gliding over his chest and shoulder, her hand caught his neck, pulling him closer to whisper the next words from her seductive red lips, dripping with honey.

"So feel free to seek me, Monsieur Weasley. Whenever you… feel the need to..."

Bloody hell! Is this my luck or is she just that horny? Ron had no idea who to thank for this. But was this necessary? However, just one look at her heavenly body made everything go blank.

Ron's hands reached for her waist just then, already falling into a daze of lust. His palms started feeling her smooth curving back, exploring her wide, plump hips. He gulped the drool forming in his mouth, thirsty to feel her lips and tongue, swirling inside.

"Let me ask again, Monsieur Weasley. What do you feel right now and… what do you want from zis madame?" Apolline interrogated, clearly a sexual matter at this point.

Ron's gaze couldn't help but trail down at her cleavage. Perfectly smooth, flawless, and glisteningly inviting. All he wanted to do was bury his face in that alluring valley, not even wanting to come up for air. His fingers slid down her hips and sunk into the cushiony gentleness of her bottom flesh. So heavenly soft, almost making him want to grip them with all his strength.

His fully erect cock started to strain against his pants, pulsating with a beastly urge. Yes, he needed it right now. But he still felt hesitant. Back then she had no connection to him, but now she was his mother-in-law, though unofficially.

"M-Madam… I want to push you against that table and have my way–," Ron's eyes widened at his own lack of control. "Respectfully..." he added awkwardly.

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