I couldn't help but feel excited as I rammed deep into Fleur's tight hole, enjoying the sensation itself and the probabilities the moment contained equally, her cries echoing in the room, reaching Appoline's ears without the silencing charm I assured Fleur about its existence.

"You're so delicious," I moaned even as I spanked her bottom hard, adding another layer of painful pleasure to Fleur, who was crying and moaning without the slightest effort to contain her voice. However, despite my words, the excitement that was booming in my heart was only partly about Fleur.

The other part was because of the footsteps closing in…

I was curious about how Appoline would react. From what I had observed during their talk, Appoline was much closer to the idea of Veela that most people had in their mind, hedonist and selfish, more than willing to use her natural abilities to attain a comfortable life, unlike her daughter who had done her best to make her mark through her own abilities.

Appoline's lack of respect toward the institution of marriage had been clear in her reaction when she realized Fleur had a wealthy lover on the side, so I didn't expect her to react too negatively. What I expected was a vindictive intrusion, gleeful in her apparent superiority over her daughter. So, when she stayed at the doorway, trying to stay inconspicuous rather than barging inside, I was surprised.

We weren't directly facing the doorway and the corridor was dim, allowing Fleur to stay unaware. Even I could only see Appoline from the corner of my eye, though I had to keep it short to avoid her attention. A pity, considering she was still wearing that revealing lingerie that hid only the bare minimum, revealing her mature curves to my eye.

Luckily, my alternative was to pay attention to Fleur, Appoline's younger version, who was busy tightening around my shaft. Her tits bounced with each push, her moans and whimpers filling the room. When I pulled her hair back, her moans only intensified, her pouty lips curling attractively with each cry. I couldn't help but grunt as she tightened around my presence even further, filling my heart with desire.

Seeing that Appoline had no intention of bursting in, I sent another fleeting gaze toward the door, but failed to notice her presence. A pity that she had left so early, I thought with a disappointed sigh, and was about to turn my attention back to Fleur when I realized I was still being affected by two different sources of allure, both of them close. A more careful look around the room revealed the source.

Appoline was sitting in front of me, relying on a weak notice-me-not charm on the couch to avoid my gaze. Clever, I thought even as I examined her perfect MILF body, her amazing breasts barely hidden by her transparent nightie, her long legs providing me with an amazing view… Though seeing that she still had a wine glass in her hand made it clear that her tipsy state influenced the decision quite a bit.

Appoline calmly watching her daughter having sex was a surprise. Even though she had given a rather liberal impression, I was at most expecting a playful barge. Having learned that she was a voyeur was a surprise, though not as much as when she parted her legs to reveal her glistening lips, slowly caressing herself even as she enjoyed the wine. That was one naughty minx, I thought, using the full range of my Occlumency to hide my shock. Appoline wasn't really careful since she clearly overestimated her spellcasting ability, too used to bewitching weaklings. She was lucky that Fleur was in no condition to actually pay attention to the situation.

With that, I turned my attention back to Fleur once more. If Appoline wanted to have a show, it would be rude for me to ignore that need under the circumstances. And the first show I wanted to provide her with was just how naughty her daughter had become. I pulled out of Fleur without a warning and stood up, leaving a gaping hole and a disappointed gasp in my absence.

"What happened?" Fleur asked pitifully. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, honey," I said even as I leaned to give a not-so-gentle pat on her bottom before walking toward the other couch, one that would provide Appoline with the best view of the situation. I sat down, my legs parted before starting to talk. "I just wanted to do things a bit differently. Why don't you come to me and we can continue."

"Of course," Fleur said enthusiastically, but when she tried to stand up, she realized that her legs weren't obeying her.

"You can always crawl," I said helpfully, to which Fleur nodded enthusiastically and followed my directions. It was a good image, a supernaturally-sexy blonde crawling on all fours obediently just to continue tasting my shaft despite the small wince that appeared whenever she moved her bottom. However, as much as I liked the scene, the sudden frown that appeared on Appoline's face was even more arousing, especially since she hadn't stopped fingering herself. Someone was clearly unhappy about her daughter taking the submissive position. "Stay on your knees," I warned her even as I drew my wand and cast a cleaning spell on my shaft. Combined, my request from her was clear.

Fleur didn't delay for a second before capturing my shaft between her lips, her lips moving back and forth as she tried to take me as deep as possible with a limited range of success. Initially, I was planning to allow her to set the pace, but Appoline's sudden frown changed my mind. I pushed Fleur's head down without a warning, lodging my length in her throat in a moment despite her tightness. She gagged and wheezed, but I only allowed her to pull out when the lack of breath started to get overwhelming.

"How was it?" I asked shamelessly while she was busy coughing and wheezing.

"It was good," she managed to utter even as she pressed her hand on my leg for extra balance.

"Really?" I countered. "Then, why aren't you thanking me?" I added. My statement met with two glares, a surprised one from Fleur, and a furious one from Appoline, who, despite her obvious gold digger status, didn't appreciate the submissive status. Unfortunately for her, I wasn't one of those weak-willed idiots a Veela could bludgeon with their aura.

"T-thank you," Fleur answered with a shiver and a gulp, but she wasn't able to hide her enjoyment. I wasn't surprised to see her showing more and more submissive tendencies after everything that happened, breaking her lifestyle again and again until she turned into my pretty little toy. But even better was her eyes, examining my shaft like she had seen it for the first time, mesmerized with its presence.

"Come on, don't leave it unattended," I said, and after a brief hesitation, Fleur reached forward, her fingers hovering hesitantly around my shaft. She started tugging slowly at first, however , her fingers were soon wrapped around my shaft and started to dance. Her hesitant excitement was an enjoyable sight, showing an innocent side that even my rough treatment failed to ruin. However, I wanted to annoy Appoline, and Fleur was the easiest way to achieve that. "Suck," I ordered, my tone much sharper.

Fleur followed my order immediately, and a deeper frown appeared on Appoline's face just as quickly, enough that she stopped playing with herself. I would have framed it as a negative, but since she kept her legs parted, it provided me with a rather impressive view. Her frown only deepened as I subjected Fleur to rough treatment, making her gasp and moan repeatedly. Appoline took a deep breath, trying to get a handle on her anger, but it only accentuated her breasts, threatening to rip her transparent top. I used and manhandled Fleur, until Appoline stood up in anger and pointed her wand at us.

I stiffened even as my wand appeared in my hand with a flick, ready to cast a shield, but managed to keep it hidden when I recognized the spell Appoline was casting. A compulsion charm, I noted even as I relaxed. My willpower was enough to overcome the power of a slutty housewife, after all. However, it came as a shock when the charm connected with Fleur. It was an interesting turn. Another one targeted me a moment later, creating a distinct voice in the back of my mind telling me to release Fleur.

Ignoring the impulse was trivially easy, but I still loosened my grip, curious about what she had in mind. "Do you want to try something different?" Fleur said even as she reached for her wand, which was currently resting several feet away. I leaned back, watching as she stumbled toward it, knowing that her struggle to walk was my own achievement making things even easier.

"What do you have in mind? Anything interesting?" I answered, curious about what Appoline had in mind in her anger.

"A surprise, trust me," Fleur answered in an uncharacteristic tone which would have alerted me even if I hadn't known the source. Appoline was being very heavy-handed with it, but I let it slide, curious about the final idea. I couldn't help but smirk when Fleur waved her wand, only for a blindfold and a pair of handcuffs to appear, flying toward me. I put my hands on the back, but before the handcuffs could link in, I had already cast a spell to dispel them and conjure a weaker version of my own, and I maintained my hold on my wand.

I wanted to see just how far Appoline was willing to push, but not enough to put myself under real risk. I cast another spell to maintain my sight just after the blindfold landed on my face, only to see a stunner flying in the air, once again targeting Fleur. I let it hit, and before she collapsed, Appoline cast another spell to make her float, then laid her down on the nearest couch.

"What's next, honey?" I asked cluelessly while Appoline walked closer.

"It's a surprise," Appoline whispered, trying to mimic Fleur's voice, but she had limited success. Not because the tone was noticeably different, but because I hadn't heard Fleur talking with such repressed anger since the early days of our relationship where I had been forcing her to help me for her husband's safety. Appoline walked closer, a leather crop appearing in her hand. With each step, Appoline's allure was getting thicker, showing she was much more accomplished in the subject compared to Fleur, but whether it was from a natural inclination or extensive practice she had with the ability was a question I had no answer to.

I made a show of letting out a loud gasp when her leather crop exploded over my chest, leaving a stinging sensation behind, though not nearly as annoying as the smug expression on her face like she had just won a huge victory. "You can handle a bit of pain, right big boy?" Appoline said even as she intensified her allure even further, forcing a sense of worship from me. Any other man would have agreed to anything not to disappoint such a goddess.

"Of course," I said, agreeing as well, but I had a different aim. I wanted to pull her deeper into my ploy. She dared to play with me, and now she was going to pay the price. "Harder," I called when her crop landed on my skin once more even though it hurt me plenty, because I wanted to distract her while I cast my spell. I had learned the spell to tease Fleur when she lost control of her allure, reflecting its effects back to her. But Appoline was a much better target.

The only drawback was that I needed quite a bit of time to succeed in that without alerting Appoline to the change. So, whenever her crop landed on my skin, I alternated between begging for more and complimenting her. The dismissive arrogance in her eyes was extremely frustrating, and I only managed to keep my wits by imagining her crawling underneath me.

As the effects of the spell started to register, Appoline started to act more and more aroused. First, she started caressing her breasts between hits, creating a beautiful sight. She was like an ancient statue, her perfection carved from marble, and watching her play with herself was extremely arousing. I wanted to delve deep into those milky tits, sucking, biting, and abusing until they were covered in red welts. The temptation she created only intensified when her empty hand dragged down her body until it landed between her legs, teasing her core continuously, her moans rising to accompany it.

"Oh, honey, I love it when you play with yourself," I said, which made Appoline aware of what she had been doing. She looked annoyed, but not annoyed enough to actually stop, so she chose to increase the strength behind her strikes. I was lucky that she was physically weak, otherwise, resisting the situation would have been a true challenge.

"Don't talk!" Appoline ordered, her voice rising enough to regain her distinctive tone, but between anger, arousal, and allure's dizzying effect, she failed to realize it. I just nodded, once again playing with her insulting demeanor just to receive the reward at the end of the game. But her annoyance gave me the perfect opportunity to intensify the effect even further, allowing her arousal to reach the critical point.

I knew it was working when she threw away the crop in favor of wrapping her fingers around my shaft, dancing back and forth with great skill. Even that was enough to reveal her identity, because while enthusiastic, Fleur didn't have anything near her skill level when it came to handjobs. A genuine moan escaped my lips inadvertently as I received possibly the best handjob of my life, showing her impressive skills.

I was glad that I had charmed my blindfold to be transparent, otherwise, I would have missed the amazing scene of her fingers disappearing repeatedly into her puffy lips, making the situation even more interesting. Meanwhile, her tiny hand was clamped around my girth, giving me an amazing sensation through the alternating pressure. I felt my heartbeat intensifying as I saw her leaning forward, her tongue out. I couldn't help but anticipate amazing pleasure considering how effective a simple handjob had been.

Unfortunately, she managed to exert a dash of rationality at the last moment and pulled back, a frustrated expression on her face as she realized the humiliation she had almost gone through, starting with a vision to finish me only to end up almost sucking my cock. Naturally, she wanted to fix the situation. "Lick me," she ordered as she stepped on the couch, her core just an inch away from my lips.

If it was any other situation, I would have enthusiastically treated her to lip service. However, she had managed to anger me with her plays of dominance, and more importantly, her body was already saturated with the effects of her own allure.

It was time to take the next step.

With a flick, I dispelled the handcuffs that were keeping my arms behind my back. I grabbed her waist, shocking her enough that she failed to react when I pushed her down, mercilessly skewering her with my shaft. She was lucky that she had been playing with her slit, because otherwise, she would have been hurt badly. Still, it didn't prevent her from moaning with total shock while I maintained my grip.

Despite her amazing curves, Appoline was very light, so it had been extremely easy to shift position so that her back was on the seat while I was standing up. "Wait-" she tried to say, but that was the only word that she had been able to utter before I started drilling her mercilessly, robbing her of any more words. When she opened her mouth once more, the solution had been even easier. I grabbed and pulled her nightie, easily ripping a large piece off and stuffed her mouth with it.

The shock and frustration on her face were almost as delicious as the way her core wrapped snugly around my shaft as I drilled her mercilessly, her moans muffled with the remains of her nightie. Even better, my facemask was still on, so she had no idea her ploy had been discovered. Not that it gave her a benefit, because I could feel her allure intensifying with each push, which meant the amount being reflected her was increasing as well.

The fact that she was able to maintain a coherent expression under my merciless drilling and the effects of her own allure was very impressive, so I decided to push a bit more. I pulled her legs to my shoulders, effectively pressing her between the couch and my body, locked helplessly as I assaulted her again and again… Under the circumstances, it wasn't surprising for us to climax after a short but intense period, though a panicked expression appeared on her face when I started pumping her insides.

I decided to give her a bigger problem. I pulled the blindfold off and looked at her without surprise. "Does your daughter know just how much of a slut you are?" I added as I examined her shocked expression with great delight, my mind already focused on the next stage of my plan.

Author notes: Appoline finally realizes not every wizard is a weakling that turns into putty with the slightest hint of Allure. Now, it's time for her to pay for her mistakes.

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