The Industry

Chapter 3

The stunningly beautiful Apolline Delacour paced back and forth as she seethed in apocalyptic anger. She breathed in and out rapidly, desperately trying to calm herself down as her upturned hand curled and her fingers began to turn into talons. A ball of fire appeared in her palm, and she was itching to use it.

The reason that she was so angry was that she had just found out that her husband of many years had been having an affair for at least the last few years and possibly even longer. For once, she was thankful that her girls no longer lived with them. She definitely didn’t want them to hear the things that were said. After many hours of ranting and name-calling, she threw him out of the house. Whether or not she would let him back in remained to be seen. At the moment, he was just lucky that he wasn’t set aflame by her passionfire. She wasn’t going to lie, she took great satisfaction seeing his eyes widen as he walked backward in fear as her body began shifting into her avian form. At that moment, he knew that he had really fucked up. When she told him to “get the fuck out”, he turned tail and ran as fast as his legs could carry him. The scorched mark on the door told them that it was a smart move on his part. Seeing his favorite antique chessboard, she not-so-gently picked it up and threw it into the fireplace. A thrown ball of fire later and she was enjoying a cozy fire as his toy cooked. That made her feel a little better. She would feel a lot better when she discovered more of his beloved items that she could burn in revenge. First, though, she wanted to talk to her eldest daughter. She wanted someone that she could rant and rave to, and her youngest was simply too sensitive. She tossed some Floo Powder into the newly lit fire and stepped through.

The Industry

Apolline drank down her third glass of wine as she and her daughter talked. Fleur had always been a really good listener. She was glad to see that things hadn’t changed. “I cannot believe that Papa would do that!” Fleur’s face twisted into a scowl. She loved her father dearly, but that didn’t excuse his actions toward her mother.

“I couldn’t either until I received proof. That hussy that he has been seeing is trying to get him to leave me so that they can get married,” Apolline snorted. “At this point, I just may let her marry the bastard.”

“And she was the one to send the pictures?” Fleur asked, pouring them a refill. When they had first started dating, Harry wasn’t a very big wine drinker. Over time, she had brought him around to the French way of thinking, which was obviously the best way. Since then, he always kept a stock of very good wine on hand for their everyday use. He also had a collection of rare or expensive vintages that he kept locked up away from visitors. Those were only for special occasions.

“Yes … the whore,” her mother snarled. Fleur knew that her mother was already thinking of ways to get even with not only her father but also the other woman. Her mother wasn’t someone that should be crossed. She could have a temper at times, and she didn’t often forget about past transgressions. As much as Fleur hated what her father had done, she kind of felt bad for him. He was going to pay for his mistake for the rest of his life, no matter what her mother decided to do about their marriage. Just then, the bedroom door opened and her boyfriend came out. Fleur smiled as she looked at him. He was wearing the clothes that she had just bought for him.

As much as she loved him, he was downright useless when it came to fashion. Harry didn’t even try to defend himself when she insulted his choice of clothes. He just told her to pick out his wardrobe and that he would wear whatever she bought. Fleur immediately perked up when hearing that. She ended up spending a small fortune of his money on high-end clothes. Harry still kept a few things that he had picked out. Mainly Quidditch t-shirts and jerseys. Right then, he was dressed wonderfully as he was heading out to run some errands. Originally, Fleur was going to go, but then her mother came. Harry being the fantastic boyfriend that he was, offered to go so that they could spend time together.

“I’ll be back shortly,” Harry told her as he walked up to them while they were sitting on the couch. He leaned down, kissed her sweet, wine-stained lips, and smiled. Fleur lovingly returned his smile. She hadn’t been so happy in a relationship in all of her life. That was mainly because she could be completely honest with him. He just started pulling back when she was overcome with emotion. She pulled him back in and kissed him deeply before letting go. She blushed slightly and wiped the lipstick from his lips. Harry just chuckled, already used to her behavior.

“Can I get you ladies anything while I’m out?” he asked as he straightened up. Each of them shook their heads. “Apolline, why don’t you stay here tonight? The guest rooms are already made up. You’ll have plenty of time to spend with your daughter,” he told them.

“That’s an excellent idea, mon amour! Yes, stay Maman,” Fleur turned to her mother. Apolline’s cheeks turned slightly pink as she witnessed the passion between them. It had been a very long time since she had felt such passion in her own life.

“I don’t know …” she replied. “ … I don’t wish to be a burden. And I’m sure that you two would prefer to be alone tonight.” Fleur looked at her and blushed. Her mother knew her very well. Yes, she was already thinking of the many perverted acts that she and he would get up to that night.

“Nonsense!” Harry happily declared, checking to make sure that he had his book of Gringotts Bank drafts. “You’re always welcome. I’ll even go by Trois Lumières and order dinner for us. They’ll deliver it at seven. What do you girls think?” he asked them.

“Well … If it is no trouble …” Apolline said, feeling her face heat up as she looked at the handsome young man that had stolen her daughter’s heart.

“Excellent!” he smiled. “I’ll order it on my way. I’ll see you later, girls. Fleur? Why don’t you choose a bottle from our private collection?” he called out as he made his way to the fireplace.

“I will, my love!” she called back as he waved at them before disappearing in a burst of green fire. She turned back to her mother, flushed with embarrassment. Her mother just chuckled at her.

“It seems that you found a very good man to take care of you,” Apolline teased her daughter. With pink cheeks, Fleur nodded.

“Yes. He has been wonderful to me,” she said before going on to explain in detail how great he truly was. As the wine flowed, more truths and confessions were told by both of them.

The Industry

Harry watched as Fleur’s mother sensually bit down on her piece of cake. The way her eyes fluttered and the sound of her voice as she let out a quiet moan of satisfaction would probably be too much to handle for a regular man. Harry, however, was already schooled in the ways of the Veela. He didn’t like to brag, but he could hang in there with the best of them. He had to admit though, seeing the goddess Apolline’s lips wrap around her fork made his pants a little tight in the groin region. It didn’t help that Fleur had her hand on the inside of his thigh as she rubbed and groped at him. Her face was flush from the amount of wine that they had drunk. Veela could handle wine a bit better than most girls, and being French, they were already used to having a glass or two every day. After dinner was finished, Apolline excused herself to freshen up and rest a bit. Harry and Fleur took the opportunity to rest on the couch together.

Harry moaned into Fleur’s mouth as she stuffed her hand down the front of his trousers. Her hand found the massive erection that was threatening to rip right through the front of his pants. Her tongue slipped into his mouth as her hand started stroking him. She didn’t bother starting out slow at first. She immediately jumped to quick, powerful strokes that had Harry squirming under her ministrations. Harry appreciated that she understood that there was a time and place for slow and sensual. This wasn’t one of those times. In return, his hand crept up and under her dress, his fingers working their way up her incredibly smooth and soft legs. Her skin was very warm from all of the wine that she had drunk. As his hand crept higher, her legs parted and allowed him access to her damp panties. The tips of his fingers brushed over her wet spot before coming in contact with her throbbing clit that was hidden underneath damp fabric.

Fleur broke the kiss and moaned. Harry’s lips immediately found the pulse point on her slender neck. She tilted her head to the side to give him better access. Fleur’s eyes fluttered closed as his fingers slipped into the leg hole of her panties. They slid over her body until he was touching her overheated pussy lips that were absolutely soaked with her fragrant arousal. Her back bowed as she moaned. Suddenly remembering that she needed to talk to him, she tried her best to pull herself together.

“ ‘A-Arry?” Fleur gasped out as his fingers massaged her dripping slit.

“Yes, love?” he asked, his voice muffled by the soft skin of her neck. Harry always loved kissing her neck. He told her that her skin smelled wonderful to him, which she appreciated.

“I spoke to my mother,” she squealed as he pinched her bare clit. She felt him slightly tugging on the swollen nub. Her legs opened just a bit further while his talented fingers massaged and rolled it around. A bead of her arousal dripped from her pussy and rolled down her ass crack before wetting her puckering asshole. His finger followed soon after, and soon, her toes were curling as her asshole was being toyed with. Stars were already flashing behind her eyes as an orgasm threatened to burst free.

“What about?” he asked as his lips left her neck and moved south to her cleavage. Fleur thrust her chest forward so that he could kiss and nip at her delicate skin. Fleur suddenly blushed beet-red.

“I confessed about my voyeuristic kink,” she told him. Harry removed his face from her tits and raised an eyebrow. He kept his hand on her wet pussy, cupping it as if he owned it. Fleur knew that it was his way of letting her know that he was in charge in the bedroom. Fleur submitted and kept her legs spread for him.

“And the fact that you own Magical Mistress?” Fleur nodded slowly. She didn’t know how he would take it. She was very confident, however, that he wouldn’t get angry about it. It turned out that she was correct.

“I thought that you were too scared to tell anyone after your big fight with Bill,” he said, moving his hand from her pussy and pulling her onto his lap. Fleur snuggled in and began kissing his neck.

“I told you,” she corrected him, looking up with her big, gorgeous eyes and smiling. He kissed the tip of her nose which made her giggle.

“Indeed you did. So, what did she say?”

“We ‘ad gotten a bit drunk and started being very blunt and truthful with one another,” Fleur said, failing to tell him that she was even tipsier now than she was then. “Then we started talking about you right after you left. Obviously, the topic of sex came up,” Fleur smiled, slipping her hand underneath his shirt.

“We spoke about what we liked and didn’t like. That’s when I confessed to my kink. To my surprise, she confessed that she was into it even more than I am!”

“She did?” he asked, surprised. Fleur nodded.

“Though she never acted on it. She ‘as been suppressing it for so long,” Fleur said sadly, shaking her head. “When she ‘eard that I owned Magical Mistress and that I get to live out my fantasies every day, she practically demanded that she get to as well,” Fleur told him, her face flushed from alcohol and embarrassment.

“So she wants to be the one to capture a memory?” he asked, playing with Fleur’s silvery-blonde hair.

“Yes, but first, she wants to watch us make love,” Fleur said, blushing madly.

“Us?!” Harry turned his wide eyes to her. Fleur nodded. “And you agreed?”

“I did. I remember what it was like to repress my desires. Not everyone is as lucky as I am,” she told him, leaning in and kissing him deeply. “I ‘ave you to ‘elp take care of my fantasies. She ‘as ‘ad no one. I cannot imagine going that many years without knowing the satisfaction that my true desires can bring. I do not wish for ‘er to live like that. Will you ‘elp?”

Harry suddenly realized that the gorgeous mother/daughter combo wanted to have some kind of sexual relationship with one another. He damn sure wasn’t going to complain or argue about that. He was just going to shut up and see where the night ended up.

“Of course, I will, my love!” he said, trying not to sound too enthusiastic. “Anything for you and your mum,” he told her lovingly. Fleur beamed at him and kissed him deeply once again.