Breaking the Girl
Chapter 8
The manor was silent after Fleur and Gabrielle had left for their morning out. Harry spent a few
minutes wandering the upstairs hall in nothing but an old T-shirt and pajama bottoms, unsure
what to do with himself. He poured a cup of coffee and wandered into the study, but couldn't
focus on anything in the newspaper. The kitchen was quiet and bright, and Apolline was there at
the center of it, arranging a bouquet of flowers in a wide glass vase.
She wore a pale green robe that made her skin look even whiter, and her bare legs glistened
where the hem swished against her thighs. Her hair was up in a messy twist, and she hummed
to herself as she trimmed the stems. Harry tried to slip past her to get more coffee, but at that
moment, Apolline dropped her towel. She bent to pick it up, but as she did, she gave a sharp
little cry and reached for the small of her back.
Harry froze and turned toward her. "Are you alright?" he asked, setting his mug down with a
clatter.
Apolline straightened up slowly, biting her lip. "Merde," she muttered. "It is nothing." She
reached for the edge of the counter to steadied herself.
Harry stepped closer. "Did you hurt yourself?"
She nodded, looking almost embarrassed. "Only a little. My back, it is very tight today." She
arched her spine, which only made her ass stick out more. Harry was instantly distracted by the
sight of her hips shifting beneath the thin robe and the gentle bounce of her breasts as she
shifted her posture. The sash dug into her waist, accentuating the flare of her hips. She noticed
his wandering eyes and gave a sly little smile.
"Would you like me to look at it?" he asked. He tried to sound professional, but his voice was
thick and lustful.
Apolline's smile widened, and she cocked her head in mock seriousness. "Are you a 'ealer, now,
'Arry?" she teased.
He grinned. "No, but I'm not bad with my hands. Fleur and Gabrielle both say so." The words
came out with more confidence than he intended, and it only made Apolline's eyes sparkle
more.
She placed both hands on the counter and gingerly arched her back again, giving him a perfect
view of the deep curve above her hips. "You can try. If you are gentle," she said. "It 'urts 'ere."
She pointed to a spot just above the hem of her robe, at the base of her spine. Harry stepped behind her. He let his fingers rest lightly on the spot she indicated, then gently
rubbed in a slow, circular motion. Her skin was soft and warm. He pressed a little harder, using
the heel of his palm, and Apolline let out a relieved sigh.
"That is better," she said softly. She looked over her shoulder at him, her blue eyes half-lidded.
"Your muscles are really tight," Harry said, working his thumbs along the curve of her waist.
Apolline closed her eyes and melted under his touch. "You are very good at that," she said, and
her accent thickened. "Much better than my 'usband ever was."
Harry's cheek heated up slightly, but he kept at it. He trailed his hands up along her sides,
kneading the tension away. He could feel the heat radiating off her body. Every movement of his
hands made her hips wiggle closer to him, and every wiggle made his cock twitch beneath his
pajama pants.
"You should let me give you a proper massage," Harry said, not sure what possessed him to say
it, but the words came easily.
Apolline looked at him, and her lips curled into a hungry smile. "A real one, on the bed?" she
asked, sounding hopeful.
Harry nodded. "If you want."
"I want," she replied immediately. "Come, 'Arry." She let her hand slide into his, and her fingers
were warm and strong as they led him up the stairs toward her bedroom.
Breaking the Girl
Apolline's bedroom was drenched in honey-colored sunlight, and the soft, lace curtains framed
the wide bed like a stage. The sheets were white with a faint floral pattern, and the pillows were
all fluffed to perfection. A faint scent of perfume and clean linen hung in the air. Apolline stepped
inside first, dropping Harry's hand so she could move to the center of the room. She turned to
face him, the sash of her robe clutched in her delicate fingers.
"Are you sure you are up for this, 'Arry?" she teased, drawing out the syllables with a sultry tilt of
her head. Her eyes drifted down to his crotch, and she could see that he was definitely "up" for
this.
Harry nodded, watching her undo the knot at her waist. The silk slipped open and fell from her
shoulders. Underneath, Apolline wore nothing at all. Her body was a masterpiece, every bit as
beautiful as his other girls but with a deeper, more decadent fullness. Her waist was trim and
tight, but her hips flared extravagantly, and her ass jutted out with a proud, almost indecent
roundness. Her breasts were large and incredibly soft-looking, with pale pink areolas as wide as galleons and nipples that were already stiff and crinkled with arousal. Her belly was smooth and
flat, and her skin was the same flawless ivory as Fleur's, but even more luminous somehow.
Apolline's mound was puffy and perfectly bare, and her thighs were thick and creamy, inviting
Harry to stare, which, of course, he did.
She saw his awe and gave a little laugh, then climbed onto the bed and lay face down, her arms
folded under the pillow and her hair fanned out. She wiggled her ass, causing the cheeks to
bounce around. "Come on, then," she said, looking back at him. "I am ready for you."
Harry peeled off his shirt and shucked his pajama pants. His cock sprang free, already fully
hard. He crawled onto the bed, careful not to crush her, and straddled the back of her thighs.
His shaft nestled between her wide cheeks, and the heat of her body almost made him lose his
mind.
He began at her lower back, just above the cleft of her ass, and kneaded the muscles with his
thumbs. Apolline purred in appreciation. "Right there," she said. "Just like that." Harry's hands
were strong, and he pressed deeper, coaxing every knot of tension loose as he moved up her
spine. He rubbed the knots at the base of her ribs, and Apolline arched her back, grinding her
hips into the bed. The movement squeezed Harry's cock between her ass cheeks, and she
made a soft, whimpering noise when she felt it.
"You are very 'ard," she whispered, not looking back. "Does it excite you to touch me, 'Arry?"
"Yes," he said, and the honesty made Apolline smile even wider.
Harry leaned forward and worked her shoulders. He felt the muscles in her arms twitch, the
warmth of her body, and the faint trembling that ran down her back as he massaged her. Her tits
were flattened beneath her chest, but the sides bulged out, soft and tempting. He reached her
neck and rubbed gently, and Apolline rolled her head from side to side and moaned.
When he finished with her upper body, Harry slid down the bed. He knelt at her feet and
reached for her calves, working the knots out with slow, sensual pressure. He squeezed her
thick, pillowy thighs, and every time he pressed her flesh, her pussy glistened a little more. He
saw the shine on her folds, and he could smell her arousal in the air. Apolline spread her knees
slightly, opening her lips just enough to show off the delicate pink flesh within.
Harry massaged her calves, then her feet. When he started kneading her soles, Apolline made
a noise so desperate it almost didn't sound human. She twisted in place, her entire body rippling
with pleasure. "Turn me over," she breathlessly demanded.
Harry helped her flip onto her back, and Apolline let her legs fall open. Her pussy was a perfect,
hairless cleft. The lips were pert and pale, and they were pressed tightly together, glistening wet
at the center. The flesh was so light pink it was almost translucent, and her clit peeked out,
already hard and begging for attention. Apolline smiled up at him, her eyes bright with lust. "You see?" she said, running her fingers
down her belly and cupping her mound. She spread her lips with two fingers, and a gleam of
wetness glimmered between them. "You make me feel so good. I want more."
Harry watched, entranced by her body, as Apolline gently massaged her own pussy, showing off
for him, then let go and waited for him to move closer. She reached up, grabbed his hand, and
pressed it to her thigh, pulling him toward her heat. "Make me feel even better," she whispered.
"I need you, 'Arry."
Harry crawled up between Apolline's parted thighs, the muscles of his arms shaking slightly with
excitement. She looked up at him through heavy lashes, her lips parted in a hungry smile. Her
hands reached for his cock before he even had a chance to guide it himself.
She gripped the shaft with both hands, marveling at the length and thickness, then angled it
downward until the swollen head nudged against her spread lips. She was sopping wet, and her
pussy felt scorching hot. Apolline moved her hips to get a better angle, then slowly dragged the
head up and down her slit, smearing herself along his length until it glistened with her juice.
Harry groaned, barely able to hold back. "You are so wet," he whispered.
"I 'ave wanted this since the last time we were in bed," she whispered, and the honesty in her
voice made him shiver.
She angled the head to her entrance and pushed just a little, letting it pop in the first inch. She
gasped, her breath caught, and her legs trembled. "Fuck me slowly, 'Arry," she said, and pulled
him forward by the hips.
He let her control the pace at first. Apolline rolled her hips forward and let Harry slide inside, the
heat of her body making him feel dizzy. She was tight, and the pressure on his cock was almost
overwhelming. Her pussy fluttered around him, milking him before he even began to thrust.
Apolline's hands gripped his back, and her nails raked gently down his skin.
Harry leaned down and kissed her deeply, and Apolline moaned into his mouth. She wrapped
her arms around his neck and pulled him close. Their bodies pressed so tight together that he
could feel every shudder and gasp. She sucked his tongue and bit his lower lip, then giggled
softly, her eyes bright with joy.
He started moving slowly, just as she requested. He pushed in and out with a steady rhythm.
Apolline's heels dug into his lower back, urging him deeper, and her pussy clamped around his
shaft with every stroke. She clung to him, whispering his name, and her voice was thick with lust
and gratitude. "Like that, 'Arry … just like that," she said, her words slurring with pleasure. "You are perfect …
You feel so good."
He grunted and picked up the pace, but he never lost the gentleness. He kissed her and then
trailed kisses down her neck and to her collarbone, tasting her sweet skin. Her breasts flattened
against his chest, the nipples hard and hot against his skin.
Apolline gasped and arched her back as his cock found the perfect angle. He saw her eyes roll
back, and her mouth dropped open. "There," she said, and he kept hitting that spot over and
over, feeling her pussy flutter with every thrust.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, and she squeezed with her powerful thighs, locking him in
place and forcing every inch of his cock deep inside her. She moved with him, meeting every
thrust with her own, and her body was trembling now, so close to the edge.
Harry felt his balls tighten, and all he focused on was Apolline's gorgeous face. It was flushed
and radiant, and her eyes were glassy with bliss. She moaned, and her body jerked against him.
She then let out a loud, desperate cry as her orgasm hit. Her pussy spasmed around his cock,
milking him for everything he had.
The feeling sent Harry over the edge. He drove into her one last time and spilled inside her, his
cock pulsing and twitching as he emptied himself deep into her. Apolline whimpered and clung
to him, her hands tangled in his hair, and her legs trembling from the powerful orgasm.
They stayed there kissing for several minutes with Harry still buried inside her and their bodies
pressed together. Apolline ran her fingers up and down his back, then cupped his face and
kissed him harder. There was nothing hurried about it. Apolline took her time and explored every
inch of his mouth. Her lips were soft and warm, and her cute mewls of delight had his cock hard
again almost instantly
.
Harry gently rolled them to the side, careful not to slip out. Apolline curled into his chest with her
breasts pressed against him. Her ass was nestled firmly in his lap. She smiled and let out a
happy sigh.
"Fleur and Gabrielle are going to be so jealous," she purred blissfully.
"They'll get their turn," Harry promised, and Apolline laughed and kissed him again.
Breaking the Girl
Harry dozed in Fleur's bed, sprawled on his back with the covers draped over him. He was
drifting in and out of a warm, post-coital stupor, the kind that made his limbs heavy and his
thoughts foggy. He barely noticed the sound of footsteps on the landing, but the burst of giggling laughter that followed jolted him awake. He blinked at the ceiling, then looked down his bare
chest to see the bedroom door fly open.
Fleur charged in first, beaming, with her hair in a silvery blonde ponytail. Gabrielle came in
behind her, giggling with her arms loaded with glossy shopping bags. Fleur dropped her bags on
the floor with a thud, then leapt onto the bed. The mattress bounced. Harry groaned and rolled
over, trying to play dead, but Fleur yanked the covers away and kissed him hard on the cheek.
"Wake up, sleepyhead!" she sang, and her French accent was even thicker when she was
happy. Harry enjoyed listening to it.
Gabrielle hovered by the footboard, holding her bags to her chest. Her cheeks were already
flushed, and she stared at Harry's naked torso for a full three seconds before she managed to
look away. Fleur noticed immediately and rolled her eyes.
"Gabby 'as been dying to see you," Fleur said, dropping her voice to a stage whisper.
Harry grinned, propped himself up on an elbow, and patted the bed. "You can sit," he said, "I
promise not to bite."
Gabrielle gave Fleur a wide-eyed look, then tiptoed to the side of the bed and clambered up.
She sat cross-legged near Harry's knee, set her bags aside, and tucked her hands primly into
her lap. Fleur flopped onto her stomach at Harry's side and propped her chin on his chest.
Harry reached over and cupped Gabby's hip. Her body was warm and soft under his hand. "Did
you two buy out the entire village?" he teased, eyeing the haul of bags.
"Maybe," Gabby said. Her voice was even quieter than usual. "Fleur wouldn't agree to come
'ome until we visited all 'er favorite shops."
Fleur draped a leg over Harry's. "We got so many things for Gabby. I am determined to make 'er
less boring."
"I'm not boring," Gabby shot back, but Fleur just snorted.
"Prove it," Fleur challenged. "Go on, show 'Arry what you bought."
Gabrielle's face went pink, but she grabbed one of the smaller bags and pulled out a glossy box.
The lid was printed with swirling script and a photo of a model in blue lingerie. She set the box
on the bed and shoved it toward Harry, then buried her face in her hands.
Harry laughed. "Is this a gift for me, or for Gabby?" "It is a gift for everyone," Fleur said, rolling onto her back and stretching her arms. She yawned,
which made her tits pop out from under her loose shirt. Harry stared for a moment, then looked
back at Gabby.
"Are you going to try it on for me?" he asked. Gabrielle bit her lip and looked at Fleur for backup.
Fleur grinned wickedly. "Go on, Gabby. Don't be shy."
Gabby made a whimpering noise, then slid off the bed and padded to the bathroom, hugging the
box to her chest. The moment the door clicked shut, Fleur pounced on Harry. She straddled his
lap and ground herself against his thigh through the thin cotton of her shorts.
"You are such a brute," Fleur whispered, kissing his neck. "Gabby was shaking the whole walk
home."
"Is she nervous or something?" Harry asked. Fleur sucked his earlobe, then kissed her way
down his chest. She then shook her head.
"She wants you so badly, but she is afraid to admit it. She still does not realize that she can 'ave
you any time she wants. It's so cute," Fleur giggled and nipped his skin. She then ran her
tongue across his chest. "You will 'ave to be patient."
"I think you want her as much as I do," Harry replied, sliding his hands up under Fleur's shirt and
squeezing her breasts.
Fleur moaned and leaned into his touch. "Maybe I do," she whispered. "But you are my favorite."
She sucked on his bottom lip, then pulled away. "Do you want 'er more than me?" she teased,
wriggling her hips.
Harry shook his head, but he smiled. "Not possible."
"Good," Fleur said, her voice soft. She kissed him, slow and deep, and rolled her hips until she
could feel him growing hard under her. She reached between them, stroked his cock through
the sheets, then threw the covers to the floor.
Harry's cock was already hard and twitching. Fleur admired it with a lazy smile, then glanced
down and sniffed. She raised an eyebrow at him.
"What?" Harry asked.
Fleur smirked. "You smell like pussy … and I know that it is not from me or Gabby."
Harry's face went red, and Fleur giggled. "Apolline was very frisky this morning," Harry
explained. Fleur giggled louder, then slid off Harry's lap and knelt on the bed between his legs. She licked
the tip of his cock, tasted Apolline on him, and made a face. "She is such a slut," she muttered,
but then she sucked him into her mouth anyway, bobbing her head with quick, hungry
movements. Her hand worked the shaft while her tongue circled the head, and Harry groaned
and let his head fall back.
The bathroom door opened with a creak. Gabrielle peeked her head out, then shuffled into the
bedroom with her arms crossed tightly over her naked chest. She wore a pair of blue lace
panties, and that was all. The triangle of fabric barely covered anything. Almost the entirety of
her smooth, puffy mound was on display, and her clit bulged out at the top. The soft lips of her
pussy were visible at the bottom, hanging out on either side of a very thin strip of fabric. The
waistband dug deep into her hips, and the back was nothing but a thin string that vanished
between her jutting ass cheeks.
Gabrielle stood in the doorway, trembling. She covered her breasts with her arms and stared at
the carpet. Her eyes darted up, caught Harry looking, and she went bright red.
"Do you like it?" she whispered, barely audible.
Fleur pulled off Harry's cock with a wet pop and whistled. "Gabby, you look amazing. Show 'im
your ass."
Gabrielle shook her head but turned anyway, exposing the round, perfect globe of her backside.
The string cut sharply between the cheeks, and the flesh jiggled as she shifted her weight. Harry
made a sound halfway between a growl and a moan.
Gabrielle glanced over her shoulder, her eyes wide and nervous. "Is it … is it too much?"
"Not enough," Harry said. He sat up, beckoned her closer, and grabbed her by the waist. He
lifted her easily and set her down in his lap, face to face. Gabby squeaked and wrapped her
arms around his neck for balance.
Fleur moved behind her and cupped Gabby's breasts, pinching the nipples between her thumbs
and forefingers. "You are so pretty, Gabby," she said, nuzzling her cheek against Gabrielle's
neck.
Harry leaned in, kissed Gabby softly, then bit her lower lip. She melted in his arms, and her hips
ground against the length of his cock. He grabbed her ass, squeezed, and let his fingers wander
down between her legs. She was already dripping wet.
Gabrielle whimpered when Harry pressed the crotch of her panties against her pussy, rubbing
slow circles on her clit. She squirmed and tried to kiss him again, but her lips were trembling too much. Fleur slid her hands down Gabby's ribs a