Kapitel 86: Chapter 86 - Legend of the Weasley Family [THE END Part 2] III
Fleur on the left, Gabrielle in the middle, and followed by Apolline on the right—All three women shot him a smirking glance and greeted him.
Ron's eyes remained stuck on the three women. Apolline had gained a few more curves, but she remained a ripe beauty. Fleur was a real woman now with a mother's body. Her hips were wider, and her overall charm had increased. Gabrielle, meanwhile, looked like what Fleur did before.
He was no fool to decline such invitations. This was his home, and these were his women.
He quickly discarded all his clothes and walked closer to the bed's edge. "Let's start with Gabrielle today."
"Hehe, finally!" Gabrielle chirped and turned around completely, head raised to look at him, at his throbbing, hard cock.
Ron was a little surprised that she wasn't shy about it at all. Seeing her plump bottom sway as she crawled over to him on the bed like a cat in heat. She'd grown into a lovely, charming Veela just as her sister had in the past seven years.
She quickly took hold of his iron-hard rod, licking every inch with her pink tongue. Coating him with her needy saliva as if to prepare him even more.
Fleur knelt up on the bed to his left, placing her arms around Ron's neck as she gave him a deep, lustful kiss. Their tongues intertwined, slithering inside each other's mouths.
Apolline wasn't far behind, smearing her gleaming breast on Ron's belly as her lips suckled on his nipple from the right.
Ron's eager erection throbbed, feeling the overwhelming stimulation from every side. Gabrielle's sucking mouth, Fleur's frisky hands and tongue, Apolline's amazing breasts and lips.
Ron grabbed hold of Fleur and Apolline's wrists in each hand, gently pushing them back onto the bed. "Let's take our time, we have all night."
The women giggled in response, clearly eager for their turn.
Ron pulled his straining, dripping-wet cock out of Gabrielle's mouth, leaning down to push her back onto the bed by the shoulders. He then crawled over her on the bed, looking down at her blushing face up close.
"Ready?" he asked, smirking mischievously as he aimed his cock at her virgin flower.
"I've been ready for so—Oh!" Gabriell didn't get to finish her words.
Ron had already pushed his swollen purple head in between her salivating lower lips. His cock struggled to open the tight path, slowly going all the way into her unexplored core. He was only three-fourths in before striking the deepest gates of her womb.
"Aghh…!" She moaned out loud, feeling the sting of her first time. Her hands clenched the bed sheets, struggling to accept the stretch of her loins. She never knew it would feel this conflicting, pain and pleasure intertwined.
Ron's left hand clenched Apolline's sizable bosom hard, gripping and releasing with each slow thrust into Gabrielle. His hand pressed hard on Apolline's soft flesh for pleasure, and support.
"Ohh… Ron." Fleur moaned melodiously, feeling Ron's fingers sinking deep into her jelly-like, tender breast. His right hand kept busy pinching and prodding her hard nipple.
Gabrielle cried out in pleasure, the stinging pain thoroughly left behind as his cock kept stroking her tight inner walls. Her pussy clenched tight, throbbing and suckling the rock-hard invader.
Ron tried his best to be gentle, but the tight grip of Gabrielle's pussy was too wild. It urged him to go faster, deeper. He picked up the pace, plowing as deep as he could in her fertile soil. But he didn't neglect the other ladies, certainly; pinching and tugging at their sensitive swells, feeling the softness of their sweating flesh with primal hunger.
He kissed them alternatively, their mouths, their necks, even licking their blushing breasts.
"AH! Ohhh…"
"Ummpphh… yess!"
"Ahh.. ahhh!"
All three sirens sang together, a chorus of lustful pleasure.
"Ahhh! Ron!!!" Gabrielle cried out his name as her pussy clenched hard. Her muscles froze up, bracing for that moment of impact. With one final hard thrust from Ron, she came, riding the wild and wonderful waves of bliss.
Her nectar flooded out as Ron started to slow his pace, massaging her sore walls with his length.
Apolline giggled as she saw Gabrielle clench her eyes shut, taking in deep breaths as if she was completely exhausted. Seeing that, Apolline knelt on all fours, biting her lips, full of eagerness. "My turn, Monsieur?"
"Gladly," Ron replied, seeing that Gabrielle was utterly overwhelmed by her first time. He pulled out his still straining cock and left cleaning her up to Fleur and moved.
He shifted on his knees on the bed and knelt right behind Apolline. And, without warning, quickly and savagely thrust in his still dripping wet cock.
"AH!!! Baise moi fo—oh. Oh yesss—" Apolline yelped loudly, at the sudden attack from behind. Her large breasts jolted and swayed under her.
"As naughty as ever, Madam," Ron chuckled as he grabbed her large plump asscheeks in each hand. He widened her backhole and pussy with the spread of his fingers, kneading and molding her cave of wonders to pout tightly around his unrelenting cock like sucking lips.
His cock slid in and out of her easily, aided by his previous lover's nectar. Like a piston in full throttle, he kept pumping. His pelvis slammed into her ass, his cock spearing into her wet hole.
"Oh oh oh!!!!" Appoline could feel his cock colliding with each thrust, melodiously moaning in rhythm. Her elbows started to feel weak as her swaying breasts jolted with each of Ron's heavy thrusts. She tilted her tailbone higher, her face buried into a pillow, letting Ron plunge into her even deeper.
Ron's grip clenched harder, his fingers leaving marks on the pale skin of her ass. He could feel her pussy constricting around his cock, trembling and clutching tightly for dear life, clearly about to climax. He kept at it, slamming into her as hard as she wanted him to.
She arched to meet his next powerful thrust, fast and frantic. She felt as though she were moving in whipped cream, her muscles betraying her overwhelming lust. Pulsating waves of pleasure crept up her spine, finally breaking through her last barrier of restraint. Apolline screamed in ecstasy and trembled on the very edge of infinity. Her nectar flowed, rolling down her shivering thighs.
"I–I'm going to…" Ron gritted his teeth, feeling the tingle coursing through his cock.
"My turn!" Fleur suddenly grabbed his shoulders from behind, turning him so suddenly that his orgasm was stifled as he dropped onto the bed where Gabrielle was before.
Before Ron could figure anything out, Fleur was already on top of him, spreading her knees wide to welcome his twitching cock into her scorching hot furnace.
Ron almost wanted to protest, but Apolline held him down with a kiss on his neck, her hand pinching his exposed right nipple. Gabrielle joined in, sucking the breath out of his lungs with a hot sloppy kiss of her tongue in his mouth.
Fleur started to move, pivoting on her knees as her hips gyrated in circles around his cock. Her hands stroked his belly, her waist wiggled in a purely erotic dance, and her breasts jiggled and jumped in perfect rhythm. She loved the way he stretched her, his hard, slick cock felt like a pole she could dance on forever.
Ron felt every move, every inch of his cock twitching back as the blissful feeling rushed back in like a ravaging tidal wave. His steel, straight rod scraped every inch of pleasure in her pussy, aided by Apolline's lubrication from before.
"Oh oh! God! Ron!! So big and hard!" Fleur moaned widely, jumping on his cock like a rodeo gone wild.
Ron couldn't hold it any longer, his hands clenching around Fleur's hips in a bid to go as deep as he could, a primal greed that he couldn't deny anymore.
"Ahhh!" Fleur cried out in ecstasy.
"Fuck!" Ron couldn't help himself, falling into cloud nine from all his sensitive spots being toyed with.
A blood-rushing climax ran through them both. He abandoned himself to pleasure, allowing his molten juices to intermingle with hers, pump by pump, the mind-numbing sprays of his seed filled her all. He bucked within her, bringing her through the rushing waves of pleasure together.
At the same time, at the same moment, they both came to completion.
"Haahh.. Haa… As strong as ever, mon amour… You're amazing." Fleur, panting with each breath, leaned down and placed her sweating forehead on his, whispering sweet nothings as she held his cheeks in her warm hands. She kissed him gently, letting him taste the softness of her lips.
"You too, all of you," he said, pulling her head down to lean in the crook of his neck. He didn't care that his now resting cock was still inside her, all he wanted was to feel the warmth of her body against him.
But he didn't ignore the other two. He spread his arms wide, letting Apolline rest on his right shoulder, as Gabrielle snuggled on his left. He held them in each arm.
The soft, humming breaths of the three women struck his naked body from so close. It felt intimate and cherishing. He felt their weight against himself, and he couldn't help but squeeze them closer.
In silence, satisfied as a man, and ambitious too, he stared at the ceiling.
All this... just because I was confident?
He raised his head slightly and looked at the three women, their beautiful eyes staring back at him. He locked his gaze with each one of them for a while before finally kissing Fleur on the lips and relaxing again.
No... I really AM lucky.
THE END
EPILOGUE
Koooo! Koooo!
The Hogwarts Express returned to the King's Cross that evening. The doors opened and children rushed out one after another, hurrying over to their parents nearby.
Of course, Ron had to come to the station to pick up his two kids—Anne and Edgar. He was all alone since the women were busy at the mansion preparing for the Hogwarts year-end feast he threw every year.
"Dad!"
"There she is!" Ron caught his cute daughter in his arms and lifted her in the air. Then he looked at Edgar, and grabbed the boy too, despite appearing shy. So what if they were turning thirteen? After having been an Auror for six years, he had grown even broader and stronger. "How was the school this time? Any evil punk's ass to kick?"
"Oh, I kicked Malfoy's ass!" Anne proudly proclaimed. "He was making fun of me."
Ah, Merlin's sake. You failed to raise your second son too, Narcissa. Ron felt particularly hurt since there was a possibility that the boy was also his.
"Really? That deserves an extra slice of cake. And what about you, Edgar? The second year ended already, did you clear the quidditch trials?"
"I cleared it," Edgar answered. "But I'm a reserve."
"That's normal." Ron walked away with the two still in his arms. While he was officially married to Fleur, he had also become the legal guardian for Edgar, creating a justification for their closeness. "Let's go home then."
Ron gathered the luggage and brought it out to the renovated car that once belonged to Arthur. The same one that he crashed during their second year. It looked great now, and it could still fly. So, he quickly stepped on the gas and normally drove like a muggle until they found an empty stretch.
From there, he flew high in the sky. Anne and Edgar loved it, so it was a ritual whenever he sent or received them from school.
"Dad, go faster!" Anne shouted.
He chuckled and did just that. Being raised by him, Fleur, and Gabrielle, alongside the Weasley family, had made the girl grow strong and confident. Sadly, George and Fred's influence had gone unchecked, and she grew some pranking tendencies. Thankfully, she never went too far. Unlike what he had faced in his younger days.
Bastards almost made me take the Unbreakable Vow.
After almost an hour, the car landed at the secluded mansion. It was decorated for the night, and many guests had already arrived. The sun had also set, so it was the perfect time.
"Get your luggage inside," Ron ordered the two.
In a surprising move, Anne and Edgar took out their wands and used a levitation spell to carry their luggage. This was one of the changes he had spearheaded in the Ministry. Allowing children to perform magic in the presence of their guardian, in seclusion, helped children train themselves even when outside the school.
But there was another reason why he chose to stay behind. He saw Hermione arriving and walking into the estate grounds. He waved at the beautiful witch, the most famous muggle-born witch to ever live.
"Where's my boy?" Ron strolled over and saw the little, five-year-old boy with dark auburn hair. This was his and Hermione's son. "Come here, Hugo."
Pat!
Hugo skipped to him and jumped into his arms. Ron had given his all to being the best father he could be.
"Late?" Ron gave Hermione a quick hug, then walked towards the mansion with her. "Your promotion's set, Hermione. You don't have to keep burning yourself out like this."
"Honestly, Ron, it's not that straightforward. There's a lot more at play than you realize—politics, for one. You becoming head of the DMLE was simple because no one stood against you. But with the Undersecretary position, there are five strong contenders vying for it!"
Ron felt worried for his woman, married or not. "Want me to look for some dirt on them?"
"No, Ron. You shouldn't! I don't want the promotion through such means." Hermione rejected his help. She knew he was the second most powerful man in the Ministry currently, but winning like that would leave bitterness. "Besides, what if they do the same?"
Noticing Hermione's gaze on Hugo in his arms, Ron felt angered. "They might still do it. It's the easiest way to get to you. But if they do it, I won't spare them."
She smiled and patted his arm. "And I won't stop you."
With that, the two entered the lively mansion. Ron put Hugo down and let him run around with Anne and Edgar. He joined the boys at the bar instead, as Sirius himself was preparing drinks that night.
"Blimey, that's one pretty barmaid we got tonight." He joked and took a seat beside Harry. "How about you whip up something strong? We ought to toast to our World Cup champion, after all."
"You got it, ginger." Sirius retorted and did his thing. The man was still single and as playful as ever. Currently more interested in bedding leftover, older women of Pureblood supremacist families. "But Harry does deserve a nice drink. Lad's got England's golden boy status now."
Ron looked at his mate. Harry had proven himself as a quidditch star already, and Ginny had done decent too. The two already had their first son at the same time as Hermione and him.
"There you go." Sirius placed two nice cocktails on the counter. "Let's toast to our Quidditch Star, our Head Auror, and Neville's fourth kid—Merlin, you're gonna outnumber the Weasleys at this pace, boy."
Clink!
The men had their laughs and jested into the night. As more guests joined, the dinner time approached. But Ron and Harry walked away from all the hustle and bustle to stand near an open window and talk calmly. Drinks in their hands, they reminisce about the old days.
"By the way." Harry started, gesturing towards the big living hall's center where Hermione was sitting with other ladies. "Hermione's been on about how Hugo needs a sibling to play with. First, she said it to Ginny, then to me."
"Hah, I guess I'll take care of that problem tonight," Ron replied, giving the woman an eager look that he made sure she noticed. "Thanks for the heads-up."
"I'm planning another one with Ginny, too. The season's over now, so we finally have some time to ourselves."
Ron raised a toast in that name. "For the little ones yet to arrive."
Clink!
Harry looked outside the window at the endless grassland surrounding Ron's mansion. "So, what've you decided? Gonna take Professor McGonagall's offer?"
"It's confusing." Ron sighed and joined his mate to gaze at the darkness. "But with so many kids with my blood starting school… I'm considering it."
"Hah, should I start calling you Headmaster Weasley then?"
Ron laughed at that and placed an arm on Harry's shoulder.
"Honestly, it does have a nice ring to it—First Weasley Headmaster of Hogwarts—Sounds legendary. But I think I'll wait for my beard to turn white first."
At that, Harry raised his drink for a toast again. "To the legend of the Weasley family then."
"Alright, don't make me blush now."
Clink!
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