"Good afternoon Professor Delacour. Here, take a seat!" Harry said.
He held his hand out, inviting her to sit down in an armchair beside the couch in his room. Apolline Delacour laughed. She covered her mouth with her hand while she did, like a proper lady.
"I see that my daughter has created a gentleman!" Apolline said.
She sauntered into the room. Private lesson or not, she was dressed inappropriately to be visiting a student. She was wearing a silver dress that outlined her hourglass figure and clung to her fat ass. Apolline sauntered by Harry, making sure he got a good view of that ass as she went past.
Harry looked, of course. He wasn't the kind to turn an offer like that down. That didn't stop him from meeting Apolline's eyes when she'd sat down and turned to face him.
"Do you like what you see?" Apolline asked.
"I'm here for occlumency, ma'am," Harry said.
Apolline laughed some more. "Of course you are. Sit on the couch, Harry. We will get started without delay."
She had a prowling, predatory air about her. This was a cougar on the hunt. Like a real cat, she liked playing with her food. She had lots of experience eating men up, unlike her daughter. Apolline knew how to use every single one of her charms perfectly to get what she wanted.
"We will begin where we left off," Apolline said. "Try to get rid of the memory I implant."
She looked Harry in the eyes; he didn't flinch or try to get out of it. He fearlessly looked into her blue orbs. His smile was neither cocky nor embarrassed. Apolline frowned. She liked it when he squirmed.
Oh well, he would be soon enough.
The artificial memory was different this time. Instead of Apolline riding Harry, he was tucked into bed. The sheets were up to his chest. However, there was a lump in them. When Harry lifted the sheets to look underneath, Apolline was between his legs hunched over, aggressively sucking his soul out. She made the memory so real that it felt like it could have actually happened: spit running down Harry's dick, a tear or two leaving Apolline's eyes, and the bed creaking due to the rapid movements of her head.
Everything in Harry's brain should have been convincing him that this illusion, which never happened, was how he woke up that very morning. Apolline smirked, paying attention to his face and mannerisms so she could watch him twitch and squirm. He'd been SO cute the day before. If he started to show any discomfort between the legs, she would swap her current seat for the couch and make sure he "got off" as the kids like to say it. It was the least she could do as his trusted tutor.
Apolline was so absorbed in her own fantasies that she briefly lost track of what Harry was up to. He suddenly said: "How was that, Professor Delacour?"
He was sitting on the couch and smiling at her innocently—that look made Apolline SHIVER with want!—as if nothing was happening to him. He wasn't squirming in the slightest. Apolline realized the connection had been severed.
"You did it…" Apolline said.
Harry smiled. "That's not surprising, is it? I have a good teacher."
Apolline cleared her throat. She hadn't even been paying enough attention to notice his success when he accomplished it.
"We will run a few more tests," Apolline said. "We must make sure that you can do it consistently, or it will be for naught."
She pumped Harry's head with everything that she was capable of creating. Over the next fifteen minutes, Harry watched (and, to a lesser extent, FELT) Apolline give him a rimjob, ride him reverse cowgirl with her fat ass clapping, and sit straight on his face in three different positions. Every single injected fantasy was thrown out of his head. Harry never looked shocked or uncomfortable.
Apolline was proud of him. She really DID want to teach him the mind arts, which she loved! She just wished she had been able to toy with him a little bit longer.
The strangest thing was his lack of reaction to the things that she had shown him. Harry never questioned her choice of what fake memories to use. She could have shown him a breakfast that he never ate, instead of her goddess-like body serving his own to the best of her ability.
Apolline cleared her throat. "You are obviously ready to move on. Extremely good work, Harry. I am proud of you."
"Thank you Professor Delacour," Harry said.
"Next, we will have you practice the most basic levels of legilimency," Apolline said. "Make an attempt to get past my defenses, Harry. I do not expect you to implant a memory or anything so advanced. Just try to pit your sense of self against my defenses. Please, whenever you are ready."
Apolline made her mind ironclad in preparation. She did, however, leave gaps that she ordinarily wouldn't. It would hurt Harry's morale if she went too hard. She wanted to give him a chance in this. Against less skilled practitioners than her, such gaps would exist naturally to be exploited. Basically, Apolline was going easy to help him train.
She still expected him to fail and hit a wall. This was his first time using legilimency! There was no way he would take to it so quickly.
Apolline of course couldn't know about Daphne's visit the night before and the epiphanies her coaching gave to Harry. Harry was the biggest magical prodigy in England at the minute, a young man destined to reach lofty heights if he managed to survive the war he'd been thrust into.
When you combine that kind of talent with the careful guidance of a mind arts prodigy like Daphne, you got what happened next.
Apolline was getting ready to roll her eyes and remind him that he had to take out his wand for this part. Harry said: "Legilimens."
It worked. Apolline gasped out of shock.
No wand, while using a spell that he had barely touched? Sure, she could do it silently and with no wand. Any master could do that. Harry wasn't a master, he was a novice! The fact that he could already cast it wandlessly was a testament to the utter power that dwelled within him. For the first time, Apolline started becoming aware that she was sitting across from a young monster.
Taken off guard or not, Apolline still focused on her defenses. However, in less time than it took to breathe in, Harry had found one of the artificial gaps Apolline had left. He used it to enter her mind, her defenses being lowered even further by her surprise at his wandless cast. Once he was into her head, Harry did something even more surprising than his wandless magic use.
He projected a false memory exactly like the ones Apolline had been showing him.
"First try?" Apolline gasped.
It wasn't. It was the first time SHE had seen him try, she just couldn't have known that Harry and Daphne lay in bed together the night before, embracing each other and looking into each other's eyes. Harry practiced false memories over and over again. Daphne didn't complain at all that it went on for hours, since the example Harry picked was perfecting an image of the two of them grown up with multiple children running and crawling around their ankles, all of them with his hair and her eyes. By the time Harry finished practicing, Daphne's verdict had been: "Convincing." She'd said it in a small voice while smiling uncharacteristically.
That was in the past now. At the current moment, Harry was showing Apolline a very different vision. Namely: himself, on top of her, giving her backshots so fearsome that Apolline was crying with pleasure. She wasn't the only one that could put details into a fake memory.
Harry had so many details he could call on. He had been with so many girls, fucking them from behind so many times, that he was intimately familiar with the ways their bodies moved and the kinds of noises they were prone to making.
His ace in the hole was the fact that he had put Apolline's daughter through this exact position more than once. It wasn't all that hard to accurately imagine Apolline naked and moaning, given the states he'd put her daughter in.
Harry's rapid progress exceeded her expectations and made Apolline freeze. Even though she was an extremely good occlumency practitioner, she made the crucial mistake of paying too much attention to the CONTENT of the fake memory, instead of just throwing it out of her head. As soon as she did that her pussy exploded and any hope she had of defending was lost. She watched herself get ravaged like it was a show on a muggle network, rubbing her meaty thighs together.
Harry smirked. He knew that he'd won.
"You look uncomfortable over there, Professor Delacour," Harry said. "Why don't you move to the couch? It's MUCH more comfortable."
Apolline, at her advanced age, WHIMPERED. She stood up. She was starting to feel glad that she had worn this risque dress, grateful that it would help her keep Harry's attention.
She got up and switched seats. The whole time, she made sure that she wasn't breaking eye contact. That would disrupt the connection. Apolline didn't want that. She was addicted to the show Harry was playing for her.
When Apolline got to the couch, the visions she was seeing changed. She gasped.
Instead of a bedroom, the room suddenly matched the exact one that they were currently standing in. Harry was sitting on the couch like the real version was. Apolline was sitting in his lap, her legs spread sluttingly while he touched her pussy.
Whimpering, Apolline got into the exact position she was seeing, desperate to make the false memory into a real one. She spread her legs, exactly like she had seen.
She had to turn her back to Harry to sit on his lap. The connection was disrupted. Apolline hardly cared about that, though. She had forgotten about occlumency and legilimency. She was half veela, twice as much as Fleur was, and she needed her fix of dick.
"Did I get it right Professor Delacour?" Harry asked.
Apolline bit one of her pouty lips. He was t-teasing her!
"You did very well," Apolline said stiffly. She could feel something under her hips, inside of his pants, getting harder… The size of it was…
"Do I get a reward?" Harry asked.
While he spoke he slid Apolline's dress up, inching it over her hips. She had platinum panties under it that matched her hair. When Harry had pulled her dress UP, he started pushing them DOWN.
Apolline felt each centimeter as her pussy was uncovered.
"You— You know what I want!" Apolline said.
"I know what YOU want? This is my prize. It should be about what I want," Harry said.
He pushed her panties all the way to her knees. Apolline's thighs were closed together, hiding her wet pussy.
"What do you want?" Apolline asked in a quivering voice.
Suddenly, Harry was whispering in her ear: "I showed you."
There was no need for or point in foreplay. They had done their foreplay mentally, when Harry projected the imaginary memory.
No, not an imaginary memory. Apolline could call it a FUTURE memory, because Harry was dead set on making it a reality.
He moved forward with speed and power she'd never felt from a man. Harry stood up and threw Apolline down on her knees. He ripped her bra off her frame and tore away her bra so fast that Apolline barely registered what was happening.
SMACK!
Harry's hands hit Apolline's buttocks. Muscle memory took over as she moaned. She lowered her head and lifted her ass for him, basically begging Harry to fuck the shit out of her. His dick slammed into her and instantly started pounding her cervix.
"Ah! Ah! Ooooooh! Ah!" Apolline moaned. "Do not stop! You are such a STRONG boy!"
Harry held her broad birthing hips and absolutely slammed himself into her pussy.
"Beg for it," Harry said.
"I need you desperately! I cannot go without your excellent dick! I am sorry for teasing you!" Apolline screeched.
Her insides were getting gushy. Harry slapped her ass again before grabbing back onto her hips. Apolline's thighs shook and her ass was constantly rippling. She had massive tits swinging around under her chest that were even bigger than her daughter's. Given Fleur's reaction to Harry's dick, Apolline had already been hooked on him the moment she felt his tip strike her womb.
Harry was a sex expert now. Strong and hung, he turned the french milf into a premium sleeve for his cock. On her knees, she took it all while screeching for more.
"Do you like cumming on your students dick?" Harry asked.
"You tell me!" Apolline howled.
She looked back at him during the backshots. Surprised, Harry formed a mental connection. Apolline had 100% lowered her occlumency shields. That was a massive sign of trust that turned Harry on even more.
Her arousal was readily apparent. Apolline's mind was nothing but a haze of pleasure and desire. As a side effect, Harry was able to pick up on exactly how she wanted to take his dick, tailoring the speed and angles he employed to Apolline's body. The immense pleasure she was feeling magnified even further.
They didn't talk anymore. They were beyond words, connected by their minds. Harry strengthened the connection as he naturally channeled his feelings of conquering her body, the way that Daphne taught him to think about it. Harry reached a deep place in Apolline's mind where the two of them could feel each other's emotions. They shared the pleasure that they were both feeling, creating a positive feedback loop until they started cumming.
Both of them, at the same time, orgasmed. Harry kept fucking, creampieing her while she squirted on his dick. They kept fucking, orgasms spewing out of their bodies. The floor under them started shining from all the fluids that were running off of their bodies and ending up there.
Apolline's fat ass was getting red from Harry colliding with it. She screamed, but it came out as a kind of gasp. Even as they were fucking they both thought about other positions they could be in and different sexual acts that they could try. With their minds linked, their fantasies were shared.
Apolline smiled at Harry. "Every single one," she promised him.
They would do everything, try every part of each other's bodies, until she was completely his. Harry came again, pumping her pussy with extra cum.
The connection between their minds gave out. Harry's dick slipped out of Apolline for a moment while he caught his breath from the explosion of pleasure he'd been experiencing…
Until Apolline rolled over on her back, showing him her leaky pussy and inviting him to penetrate her again. She smirked, knowing that this was one of the things she'd seen in his mind.
Without words, they resumed their fucking, ready to tick positions off one at a time.
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