Kapitel 57: Chapter 57 - Daddy Ron III
"Really?" Apolline smirked and tapped her lips with her finger as if in thought. Then, she stepped away from him, seductively walking over to the table. She leaned down with her sizable hills smothered on the tabletop, looked back at him, and playfully hooked a finger at the hem of her skirt.
"Show me your 'way', Monsieur? All… of... it…" Each syllable dripped with a challenge from her red lips. Ron could feel a throb on his cock with every mewling word.
The way she bit her glossy lips after made him go crazy. Without thinking, like a mad hungry wolf, he came closer and lifted her skirts, his fingers dragging across the silky stockings. He was amazed that she wasn't wearing anything as alluring as before, but her sleek black underwear and thigh-high stockings felt quite erotic under his palms.
His hunger couldn't wait anymore, and he quickly pulled her underwear down to her calves. He kneaded her smoother-than-silk ass, drunk with the softness that enveloped his digits. The pink slit hidden between her plump flesh peeked out from time to time.
He felt the strong desire to bite into the jelly-like, ivory ass, but he settled for a kiss, licking the jiggly flesh between his fingers.
"Ahh… As naughty as always…" Apolline shivered, her breath starting to grow uneven as a blush bloomed on her cheeks.
The heat and the scent enthralled his mind, subconsciously making him kneel down and worship. With both his hands still massaging the magnificent flesh of her ass, he extended his drooling tongue, flicking her kernel of love, and slid up with a wide, single stroke to her back.
"Umm—" Apolline moaned for the first time, shivering in delight. She loved the way her young lover took his time, gently teasing her petals with his tongue, suckling on her salivating core.
Her knees buckled when his tongue finally found its way in, stroking her silky walls as it wiggled and twisted inside her. Like a slithering beast, it curled and pulled her nectar out, more and more as he gulped down her Vela sweetness.
Ron lost himself from the taste, her dripping elixir of life. He enjoyed the way she wiggled her ass, her hands on top of his, begging him to clench tighter. She was practically opening herself up for him, wanting his tongue to go deeper.
He allowed her to do it herself, as his own hand slid up and down her stocking-covered thighs, so full and meaty, sleek and damp with her own juices and his saliva. He ate her to his heart's content, tasting her delicious creamy walls.
"Ohh..ohhh…" Appoline moaned louder, her body shivering as Ron swirled his tongue around her clit, teasing her lower lips with repeating strokes.
He could feel she was coming closer to that final moment of ecstasy. Her body was freezing, her muscles knotting up, and her petals throbbing uncontrollably. It was as if her lower lips wanted to suck his tongue in, obsessively wanting to keep him in there.
But Ron wasn't going to waste that glorious moment with his tongue.
He pushed back, standing up and quickly pulling his zipper down, allowing his pants to fall to his ankles.
"Oohhh~ Monsieur, please…" Apolline mewed, reluctantly coming back down from such a high. She looked back at him pleadingly, but her eyes instantly lit up as he saw him pull out his swollen rod, fully hard for her.
This woman is dangerous! Ron took a moment to admire the begging, mature Vela beauty, holding on to her own wide ass spread, presenting her drooling pussy to him like a gift. The image might be seared into his brain forever.
Without another word, he kicked off his pants, and slammed his cock in one go, almost pushing her up, tighter against the table.
"Ah! Yes!" Apolline cried out in bliss as the table slammed against the wall on the other end. Her pussy instantly throbbed, clenching around his cock like no tomorrow.
Ron's hips started to move, violently slamming into her again and again. The table thumped against the wall as their bodies collided. His hands crawled from her soft thighs, kneading her ass, and clenching her hips, traveling up her slender waist as he continued to thrust.
"Yes! Monsieur, harder! Ohhh…" She moaned, loving the way his flesh slapped against her blushing bottom. His cock plowed in, striking her deepest walls over and over. The way his bulging veins scraped against her petals, the way he unleashed his greed for her; everything.
"Oohh Oui… Je l'aime tellement.. Show me yo–oohh'ur way, Monsieur! Take me–eeh, harder! I'm all yours!" Her ass gyrated in circles, causing Ron's cock to feel the almost rotating sensation engulf his cock, twisting and massaging him to no end.
Ron leaned into her, his hands slipping between her breast and the table, fondling wildly. He loved the way her heavy set of honey-soft clouds were pressed against his palms. His hips kept thrusting as he kissed her nape, drowning in her Vela scent.
"Oh Merlin…" Ron groaned into her skin, licking and kissing her neck as if he was drunk. "You're too perfect… Madam."
"Ahhh.. Donne m'en plus… Je veux plus de vous…" Apoline lost herself in the bliss of his cock, moaning out recklessly. Her body shivered uncontrollably, shimmering in spasm. That strong, lovely sensation began to claim her, gushing out like a cracked honey pot.
Ron couldn't stop, as he felt the squelching, slippery heat envelope his cock. The warm juices only aided him, enhancing his pleasure. He grimaced with ragged breath as his body finally found what it craved. With one last slamming thrust of climax, he spilled into her most tender flesh, painting her wet walls white.
He embraced her body tightly from behind, hugging her, both twitching and shivering with their near-simultaneous release. They were both out of breath, but thoroughly loving the blissful feeling and the warmth.
Apolline slid one hand down to her soaking pussy, scraping their combined climax onto a finger, and brought it up to her glossy lips. She took a lick, giggling, "Ummm… I zee why Fleur wanted it so badly."
It made no sense to Ron, too tired to even think. Finished, spilled, and finally calming down, he fell back onto the soft couch, pantless and panting. His eyes never left Apolline, so hot and inviting. Somehow he still felt no regret or shame.
I really am going to hell.
"I should return to Fleur, Monsieur Weasley."
Ron watched as Apolline pulled up her black panties, fixed her clothes, and her fabulous ass teasing him again as she walked in front of him and reached for the door. His gut twitched, but he was too exhausted to even move.
Call it post-nut clarity or the sudden realization of responsibility. He felt really shitty about himself the more he thought about the past year or so. Yes, he loved all the attention from the opposite sex. Yes, it was absolutely ravishing to spend intimate time with the girls. But now he had to bear the responsibility for his actions.
"I'm a father now… I'm a father!" He repeated to himself. Mind empty, seated on the couch alone in that room.
Soon, he felt an intense desire to go and see his other kid too. So he fixed his attire, got rid of the scent of sex, and walked out of the room. After just a few turns on the same floor, he arrived in front of the guarded room of Amelia Bones.
"Could you let Minister Bones know that Ron Weasley wants to have a word with her?" Ron demanded firmly.
The two Aurors nodded respectfully and one of them walked into the room. Ron may be young, but his deeds were enough to earn him admiration and respect from most. The same was the case for Aurors.
A few moments later the Auror returned. "Minister Bones has called you in."
Will he have red hair? Ron calmed his heart and walked into the open door. With desperation, he looked left and right at the sizable room. A bed was by the window, empty. A cradle was beside that bed where he could notice a bundle of clothes.
"I'm not pleased, Ron."
The same old mature, booming voice pulled his focus towards the side of the corner room. The tall figure of Amelia Bones stood there by the window, looking outside. Her attire was just an oversized maternity gown. Her hair was short and combed, but she still gave off the authoritative vibe.
"I'm sorry, Madam Bones. I tried to come ea—"
"Not about that," Amelia Bones turned around to face him, her usually stern eyes filled with an uncharacteristic concern. "Once more, you have acted dangerously and recklessly. I received the report on the Greengrass Manor incident. You walked into a trap, fully aware of its nature. Have you forgotten the promise you made?"
Ron averted his gaze and looked down, embarrassed. "I just... I thought if we could cut down their numbers a bit, then, you know, they wouldn't be as strong when they came at us."
The stern look on Amelia's face changed suddenly, taking a softer approach. She walked up to Ron and rested her hands on his shoulders. "Ron, we have discussed this matter previously. If a sacrifice must be made, it shall be mine. You would then be granted legal custody of our child and ensure he is raised with the utmost care and propriety."
Ron's fist clenched on its own. The memories of that night he had spent with Amelia on the run were something he could never forget. The heated moment was not a bad memory at all. Amelia Bones wasn't a bad woman either.
"No," Ron replied and looked at her face, eyes almost on the same level as she wasn't that shorter than him. He was nervous, but he took a leap of faith and gripped her thin waist with both hands. "I don't want Edgar to grow up without a mother."
Amelia frowned. "This is not the time to be sentimental, Ron."
He still shook his head. "No, this is the first time I've had such clear thoughts. I'm done lying and hiding things."
"What do you mean?"
Ron closed his eyes, not wanting to face Amelia's fury. "I… I had a daughter with Fleur Delacour just a few doors from this room. She kept it a secret, and I only found out today when I saw Apolline walking in."
There was a long silence.
Ron forced his eyes to open and look. Amelia hadn't moved at all, and there was no fury either. Instead, there was shock and smiles.
"With Ms. Fleur?" She asked softly.
Ron awkwardly nodded. "T-Things happened between us after the end of the Tri-Wizard tournament."
"She hid it from you?" Amelia interrogated. Perhaps an occupational habit.
Ron nodded strongly. "She wanted me to… To finish… Um inside that night. She didn't want to burden me. But I told her I'll take responsibility! I'll take responsibility for everything, Madam Bones. For Fleur, my daughter, Edgar, and y—"
"Shhh…" Amelia tapped her finger on his lips. "You don't have to."
"I know you want to keep this a secret." A little bit of frustration leaked from his tone. "But I want to be close to Edgar. This is the right thing to do. I… I'll come clean to Hermione as well."
What am I saying? Hermione will never forgive me.
"Hmm, you've grown strong and well," Amelia said, stepping closer until her chest nearly touched his. Her hand gently caressed his hair. "I don't hold you responsible for what happened, nor do I harbor any hatred. In fact, I'm glad it happened. My dream of being a mother has finally come true, and it's all thanks to you. Your desire to be close to Edgar only brings me more joy, so don't burden yourself with guilt."
"Really?" Ron felt the restlessness in his heart fade away. He intently gazed into her eyes and felt his heart beat a little too fast. She was still as charming as before. Sure, not in the same league as the likes of Narcissa. But Ron felt a different charm from her. Her serious persona and her confident smile were hot.
I'm sorry, Hermione. I'll tell you everything once I'm back at school, and you can kill me. But right now…
His confidence bolstered by his hands on her waist, Ron gulped and glanced at her thin lips.
"I… I know you want this to be a secret but…" He gathered the final courage to say it. "Can I kiss you, Madam Bones?"
Stupid, stupid, stupid! She's not Fleur, you dumb boy. She obviously has no feelings for—
"Only today."
"..."
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