Author's Note: This is my first attempt at writing any form of fanfiction, so please be gentle. It is clearly, obviously and heavily inspired by Sensations of Shemales; The True Wizards Way; Futanari One-Shots and The Sissy Experience, all highly recommended.
I have completed all 21 chapters of the story and hope to upload one a week on a Friday, because everyone needs some smut on the weekend.
Obviously, all of the rights etc belong to JK, who I'm sure would love what I've done with it.
Constructive criticism is always welcome. All spelling and grammar mistakes are entirely my own, there are probably a few.
I hope you all enjoy it enough to stick around for the next chapter.
Have fun ;)
The Hogwarts Coven
Harry Potter and the Witches' Secret
Chapter 1 – Teenage Kicks
Harry was, in a completely out of character fashion, in the library. Not only was he in the library but he was in the library on the second night back, even though there was as of yet, no homework to be done. Though, in very in character fashion, he was, naturally, in the 'Restricted Section' and under his Invisibility Cloak.
The shelves of dusty volumes were well lit by the strong beam of light emanating from the end of his wand, said dust being more obvious under the bright light.
Harry walked between the shelves slowly, carefully looking for a book that would give him the answers he so desperately sought. He had been waiting to get back to Hogwarts all summer, as he did every summer, but this desire was only furthered by a sudden revelation.
Wizards and witches were pretty good at keeping their own existence completely hidden from Muggle Society. However, it had become apparent to Harry that wizards and witches of a certain age kept another secret of a completely different nature. This secret only pertained to witches, more specifically, their anatomy.
Having glimpsed a bulge in Ginny's underwear when he was staying with the Weasley's in their tent at the Quidditch World Cup, Harry initially assumed that it was only Ginny who had such a secret. As much as Harry was still rather young, he was aware of the existence of such women, even if the Dursley's looked upon such a stray from normalcy in exactly the same way they looked upon magic, disdainfully. However, now having his suspicions Harry looked for such evidence everywhere and it only took a few days until he caught Hermione adjusting herself in the manner Harry generally associated with a man.
It was hardly strong evidence and Hermione had probably done such a thing in front of him hundreds of times before, but now Harry was looking for such things. So, by the time he returned to Hogwarts he was suspicious enough, of exactly what yet he was unsure, to make a rare trip to the library.
After only a few minutes of perusing, and after checking the Marauder's Map for Filch's whereabouts, Harry carefully retrieved a dusty tome from the shelf and placed it on a nearby desk.
Removing his cloak but keeping his lit wand in hand, he blew the dust off the cover of the book and tried not to splutter as the offending particles went up his nose.
The dust had parted to reveal the front cover that had etched onto its surface a naked witch with a large cock, under the title, Magical Flow and the Alluring and Majestic Altered Anatomy of Witches. Harry thought the title was a bit of a mouthful, more so than the witch's cock on the cover. The work was written by an Iolanthe Peverell, a name that meant nothing to Harry.
Flipping to the introduction Harry began to read;
A work written after many years of exhaustive biological research, this is primarily an attempt at accounting for the anatomical differences between magical and muggle women. But it is also, in its later chapters, a work studying and advocating for the revival of the magical cults of Dionysus and Baachus that existed in the magical Ancient world.
Harry was already slightly lost, having a knowledge of Classics about as good as his knowledge of Arithmancy. So, in a move that would have made Hermione scream, he skipped ahead to the first chapter proper.
Flow is the name we magics have given to the energy that exists with all living things. Magical flow is a particular type of said energy that flows only through magical beings, creatures and plants and allows them the magical properties that we utilise. The power of any witch or wizard is partly down to this flow, but not only how much of it flows through them but also how well they can control it. This also explains the differences in female anatomy; the flow itself is what leads women to having, what muggles would call 'male genitalia'.
Harry stopped reading; his suspicions were not only confirmed but they were also explained. He had no idea if the book was still seen as 'up-to-date', for all Harry knew it could have been completely outdated, but unless something truly significant had happened then Ginny and Hermione were not alone in their condition. Though Harry, in a moment of maturity, realised that he should probably stop thinking about it in such a way, for 'condition' implies abnormal or even bad, like an illness, whereas this clearly was no such thing. In fact, from the title of the book, it was clearly looked upon positively by Iolanthe Peverell.
The revelation led to many questions but a glance at the Marauder's Map and Filch's proximity led to Harry quickly donning his Invisibility Clock once more. And in an act that would have made Hermione both proud and annoyed, Harry decided to take the book with him, stealing it from the library under his cloak.
As if the wool had now been removed from his eyes. As if the castle itself was now enabling him to see the true nature of the world, it took Harry no time for his newfound knowledge to present itself before him. And naturally, it took the form of Luna Lovegood.
Harry knew of Luna; he knew she was a Ravenclaw, that she was called 'Loony' and that she was friends with Ginny but he had never spoken to her until now. And he did not particularly intend to when he first saw her name on the Marauder's Map approach his own, but then her state of undress became known to him as she turned the corner.
She looked dead at him and stopped, as if she had seen him and he had been the one who was naked. He also stopped dead, both confused as to why she had, she could not possibly see him, and also completely in shock at seeing her lithe teenage body.
Her skin was very pale, a light cream colour that matched her incredibly light hair. She was elegantly slim, her breasts two small mounds that sat up on her chest. But Harry's eyes were naturally drawn down to what was below her waist. Her cock hung flaccid between her legs. It was the first witches' cock that he had clearly seen in person and Harry struggled how exactly to describe it. Adorable? Could a cock be that? It certainly was not a word he had ever associated with a phallus before. But Luna's, much like the rest of her, seemed to fit that description.
Harry was still unsure about how exactly he felt about witches having cocks instead of vaginas, particularly in terms of how exactly he was attracted to them. But Luna's naked body, particularly her cock, was having an obvious impact on him, as his cock hardened inside his underwear.
Luna, after a few seconds of contemplation resumed walking forward and as she got to within a few metres of Harry said, in her characteristically dreamy manner; "It's not very fair that you can see me but I can't see you." Harry shocked by her awareness of his presence poked his head up from beneath the cloak.
"Why are you naked?" he asked.
"Why are you beneath the cloak?" she replied.
"Because I don't want to be seen," he said.
"Well I find nudity freeing," she said. "Plus, you're really not very well hidden. I may not be able to see you, but there are all sorts of things living in your ears," Luna added. Harry, ignoring that last comment decided to go down the far more conventional road of conversation.
"I'm Harry Potter, by the way," as if the scar did not give it away. Though it would be presumptuous to assume such a thing, particularly with the dreamy look in Luna's eyes.
"Oh, I know who you are. Ginny has told me all about you," Luna explained. "She really rather likes you and I don't know why you haven't done anything about it. She really is a very nice witch. Got a great cock too," Luna smirked at that last comment. All of the information was a lot for Harry to take in. He knew, of course, about her crush on him when she was younger, but her recent ability to hold a conversation with him meant that he had assumed that was merely a phase. Apparently not. And then the added comment about her cock did nothing but make his own jerk as many images of a naked Ginny flashed through his mind.
"How exactly do you know that?" asked Harry.
"Which bit?"
"All of it, actually,"
"Well she told me she likes you. Even more now you spent so much time together during summer. But she's waiting for you to do something, she's not sure you like her back. And then I know about her cock because we've helped each other out before, played around with each other," she said with a vague smile on her face. The image of Luna and Ginny together, their creamy bodies grinding and writhing did not help Harry's erection problem. "Well I think I should get back to my dorm now. I do have lessons tomorrow, after all," she said with a cheery expression before literally skipping down the hallway, her bare feet pattering on the stone floor. Harry watched her pert ass cheeks jiggle with every skip until she was around the corner.
With a wistful sigh Harry returned to his dorm room and dreamed of nothing but women with cocks.
Hermione was frustrated. She had not yet reached the age where she could not cum without outside help, but she was getting close to it and masturbation was becoming increasingly less satisfying. Particularly relative to her fantasies.
Ginny and her had assisted each other over the summer and it had been nice, exciting even at first, but by the end of the summer doing the same thing repeatedly had become stale to Hermione. Ginny's reluctance to go any further, more to do with her still pining over Harry than anything else, a mixture of 'what would he think' and 'I want him to be my first', had led Hermione to be confined only to the ministrations of her friend's hand.
But Hermione could not blame Ginny, as annoying as it was. In reality she needed to deal with Ronald. Her feelings for him had developed over the last year particularly and over the summer Hermione had realised that she did like him. Though she failed to rationally explain why. Something she resented about herself.
According to Ginny, Ron still believed that witches had the same anatomy as women in the pornographic muggle magazines that occasionally floated around the common room. So, Hermione really did have her work cut out, but she was determined to try anyway. And hey, he was a teenage boy, how difficult could convincing him to have sex with her be.
Hermione found her opportunity at lunchtime. Harry had finished eating quickly and scurried away with a new book under his arm, muttering something about 'research'. Hermione found it very odd behaviour and endeavoured to investigate further later, but for now the redheaded boy stuffing his face full of bacon was, for reasons entirely unknown even to her, her target.
On their way back to the common room before afternoon lessons, once Ron had finished eating the copious amount of food that was his lunch, Hermione shoved Ron into an unused classroom and positioned her body between him and the door.
"What the hell, Hermione?" exclaimed Ron, having stopped himself from falling to the floor.
"Do you like me?" Hermione asked assertively, adrenaline pumping through her body. She knew the risks to their friendship with this. But every witch has needs.
"I mean you're a bit bossy sometimes and you did just push me into a classroom for no reason but…" Ron's response, though more of an insult than anything was cut off by a visibly anxious Hermione.
"Would you be my boyfriend?" she blurted out, completely ignoring what Ron just said.
"Erm," Ron paused and glanced nervously at Hermione. Ron was hardly a guy in touch with his emotions and frankly women confused him, but looking at Hermione in that moment, bright red cheeks, brown eyes and wild hair, he realised that the prospect of having her as a girlfriend was actually a rather pleasant one. "Yeah," he finally said, "I would."
Hermione let out a breath she did not know she had been holding and closed the distance between them. Forcefully grabbing the back of his head, she pushed their faces together and gave Ron a scorching open-mouthed kiss. Ron was too shocked to respond at first, but soon he opened his mouth and moved his hands to her waist. Hermione's tongue attacked his and forced its way into his mouth. He moaned into her mouth as she fully took control.
Ron had no idea why but Hermione taking control was turning him on even more than the kiss was. Though for a first kiss, it was very hot.
The two soon broke apart and their eyes met. There was a moment of hesitation as they both assessed what they were about to do. And then Hermione went all in.
"I know that this is sudden and a lot," started Hermione. "But there's something you should know about me and about all witches, in fact," she said.
"Ok," said Ron, his expression looking as it did for all of every potions class, confused. Hermione yanked down her skirt and her underwear with it and then straightened back up, revealing her completely hard and very large appendage. "You have a… a…a…" said Ron, words temporarily failing him.
"I have a cock, Ronald. And so, does every witch," Hermione said in place of Ron's incoherent stuttering.
"But that means that…" said Ron, Hermione knowing exactly the thought that had just occurred to him.
"Yes, she does Ron," said Hermione not particularly wanting to think about Mrs. Weasley's equipment, though in her current horny state she would fuck just about anyone.
"And that means that he…"
"I would imagine so," agreed Hermione, also not wanting to think about what Mr. Weasley did with said equipment. Ron's face had gone very pale and not a single word was now leaving his lips. So, Hermione distracted him the only way that came to mind.
Pushing down on his shoulders and guiding him to his knees Hermione positioned him directly before her large, thick and very hard cock. Ron gulped as he looked at it, but the slight bulge in his trousers would imply that, despite the surprise, he was still aroused.
Nervously, Ron reached out a hand and grasped the veiny shaft before him, jerking it up and down gently. Then, whilst repeating the phrase 'just like a lollipop' in his head, he opened wide and took it into his mouth.
Hermione groaned loudly as Ron's mouth stretched wide and engulfed the first couple of inches of her cock. The sensations that shot through her body from the head of her dick were indescribable. She threw her head back in pleasure as her very new boyfriend endeavoured to suck his first cock.
Ron was still in a state of shock about the incredibly sudden state of events, but from when Hermione's head first entered his mouth, the taste of her salty pre-cum hitting his tongue and the sound of her sexy pleasured moans reached his ears he knew that he liked this particular surprise. Questions about his masculinity surfaced in his mind as he took about half of her length in his mouth, but he pushed them down for later consideration. It was now time for doing and not thinking. And he was naturally much better at the former than the latter.
His right hand was still wrapped around the base of her cock, jerking up until it hit his lips. But with his left hand he started to play with her full balls, rolling them around gently in his hand. His mouth was stretched obscenely wide to accommodate her length and he felt the tip begin to near his throat. But determined to bring Hermione as much pleasure as he could muster, he sunk the cock even further into his mouth.
The progress was slow but eventually he manged to cram eight inches of her cock into his mouth and the start of his throat before he gagged and spluttered and pulled off of it. Hermione had, in this time, stripped off her top layers as well, leaving her completely naked except for her shoes. Ron looked up as Hermione's cock left his mouth and gazed up at the gorgeous mounds on her chest.
Rock-solid himself now, Ron jerked her cock a few times before taking just the head into his mouth and using his tongue to lap at it. Hermione moaned loudly again and clasped the back of his head. Unable to resist and not fully aware of what she was doing, Hermione held Ron in place and began to gently thrust her hips back and forth.
Given Ron did not even try to stop her she continued, beginning to use Ron's mouth as a socket for her cock, thrusting harder and faster.
Ron moved his hands to her ass and allowed her to use his mouth. Though this was his first-time giving head and her cock was very daunting, being used in this manner turned him on. He could not explain why and the feelings scared him, but he was too far into it to stop and think about it.
Hermione was doing absolutely no thinking whatsoever. She just had one hand on the back of Ron's head and one hand playing with her breasts as she fucked her boyfriend's face. "Fuck, you're such a slut," moaned Hermione, shocked at herself for saying something so crude but more shocked when Ron moaned around her cock. She looked down at him and admired the sight of her saliva covered shaft thrusting in and out of his open lips. She only ever went as deep as he had gone on his first attempt, not wanting to choke him, she knew there would be plenty of time for deepthroating later. But she was even more shocked to see that Ron had managed to unbutton his trousers and was jerking his cock off as she was using his mouth.
The fact that her boyfriend was getting off on being used like this turned Hermione on even more. And coupled with her state of horniness even before this encounter that was all it took to make her cum hard down Ron's throat.
Ron felt Hermione's cock pulse in his mouth and knew exactly what was about to happen. He braced himself for it, expecting the taste to be horrible, but to his surprised he actually liked the sharp taste as the substance completely filled his mouth. He swallowed it all down as Hermione removed her still spasming cock from his mouth.
"That was incredible," gasped Hermione as her softening dick flopped out from between Ron's lips. "You want a turn?" she offered.
"Yes, please," smiled Ron, taking Hermione's offered hand and standing up. They looked at each other and giggled, amazed at what they had just done.
"I'm surprised you got so into it," said Hermione.
"I'm as surprised as you are," said Ron. "I don't know what that says about me," Ron added.
"It shows you're a caring boyfriend," said Hermione wanting to shut down that train of thought as quickly as possible and adding a reassuring kiss. Ron, not convinced, returned the kiss, his hands instantly going for Hermione's now exposed breasts. "Such a boy," she smirked.
"They're lovely," said Ron.
"Lovely?" said Hermione with a raised eyebrow.
"Beautiful actually," he added.
"You know just how to make a girl blush," smiled Hermione as she dropped to her knees. Ron had never before met this playful Hermione, but he loved it. And he loved it even more when she took his smaller, but still sizeable shaft into her own mouth. He gasped in pleasure, much like she had minutes before.
Hemione used her hands to completely tug down his trousers and underwear, allowing her easier access to his shaft and balls. Hermione instantly took to the taste of the dribble of pre-cum that had adorned the head of his cock. She moaned around his shaft, the vibrations adding to his pleasure. Her hands fondled with his balls, the same way his had to hers and she used her tongue similarly, lapping at his sensitive head whilst she took more and more of him inside of her. But soon the tip of his dick was too far back for her to do so, so she simply bathed his cock in her tongue, lapping at the sides of his shaft.
Ron was moaning and groaning loudly, as pleasures that he had up until this point only imagined, coursed through his entire body.
Hermione, the dedicated student that she was, decided that she could take all of him into her mouth with patience and determination. And that she did. His shorter length and smaller girth meant that her task was easier than his had been, but her feat was still impressive. Ron too was surprised by the fact that when he felt himself get to her throat she had opened up and allowed him into that passage. Being in her throat felt truly incredible, as her tongue continued to work the side of his shaft at the same time.
Hermione then pulled her head back and then forth, beginning to bob on his cock, her tongue still working hard and her hands still fondling his balls. But then a kinky thought entered her mind, one she thought she might get away with given how quickly Ron had taken to having her cock in his mouth.
She removed his cock form her mouth completely, before jerking the end of his cock. Her hand now wet she returned his shaft to her mouth and got back to work but also moved her hand round to his ass. And with little warning or fanfare Hermione found his puckered hole and pushed a damp digit into it. Ron's virgin ass took the slick finger with little resistance and she soon found her finger knuckle deep inside of him.
The reaction was almost instant. Barely protesting, Ron gasped loudly as Hermione's finger first entered him and then quickly found his prostate. That pleasure, emanating deep from his ass and the pleasure he was receiving from the blowjob, not to mention his balls being fondled, led Ron to cumming harder than he ever had before.
His cum rocketed out of his cock and straight down Hermione's throat as Ron moaned the loudest, he had yet. Hermione looked up at him and smirked at the pleasured expression on his face. His instant orgasm to her anal stimulation said a lot about what he enjoyed in sex and Hermione was excited to experiment further.
But for now, they needed to get to class. Like really needed to. For Hermione, for the first time in her school life found herself facing the prospect of being late.
"Shit Ron we need to go, we're gonna be late," Hermione exclaimed panicked. She released Ron's cock and then stood up, dressing herself as quickly as possible. "Do I have any cum on my face?" she asked.
"Er, no," said Ron.
"Good, right. I'll see you later then," she said, kissing Ron quickly on the lips, both of their lips slightly tasting of cum, before quickly dashing out of the classroom, books in hand, leaving Ron to stand there, with his softening cock out and a dazed expression on his face.
Ginny also had her eyes on a prize, so to speak. Harry was sitting across from her in the Gryffindor common room engrossed in some old text, which Ginny found strange but not strange enough to question it just yet.
She, as was well known amongst her family and friends, had had a crush on Harry Potter ever since she had heard his legend as a small girl. Whilst she had grown out of the delusions of princes and princesses, having now met him, the actual boy Harry was better than the legend, mainly because he was real. Though she was cursed with silence by her explicit infatuation for him, worsened by his heroics in the Chamber of Secrets she did eventually manage to get over such juvenile obsessions and begin to form a regular relationship with him. This furthered her crush, but also matured it. Now she could say for certain that she liked Harry the boy who loved Quidditch and hated homework, not Harry Potter, the-boy-who-lived.
But over summer, as she spent more time with him, her relationship towards him shifted in a different way, a slightly seedier way. Her desire for him became sexual, fuelled by her mutual masturbation sessions with Luna. She loved her friend and was also very attracted to her, but there were times when she wished it was Harry's hand with a firm grasp around her hard cock.
Moreover, towards the end of summer she noticed that Harry's attitude towards her also shifted. She could see it in his eyes. But it was not lust as one might expect to see in a teenage boy looking at a teenage boy, and as Ginny hoped she would see. It was instead curiosity, as if she were of interest to him, in some more scientific sense. And Ginny, being smarter than her family ever gave her credit for, soon worked out what that look was. He had worked it out. He had either been told, overheard or perhaps caught a glimpse of the great secret.
It was difficult keeping the secret from the boys. It was even harder to stop older boys who knew telling the secret to younger boys. Ginny never knew how Fred and George managed to keep it to themselves. Perhaps because that would raise, some awkward questions about their own activities with the rest of the Quidditch team. And from what Ginny had gleamed from the current team Chasers, Fred and George made full use of a witch's anatomy. Or perhaps because they had been threatened to within an inch of their lives. Either way, the secret was phenomenally well kept, but what that did was, force girls into the awkward position at this tender age, of not only risking humiliation by being rejected when making an advance, but then having to navigate the sticky situation of female genitalia. It was a true teenage tragedy.
But Ginny was determined to make her move regardless. She knew there was risk involved as Harry, other than the aforementioned biological curiosity, had not demonstrated any interest in her. 'Fortune favours the bold, Ginny,' she reminded herself as she got up from where she was perched and strode across the room to Harry.
"What ya reading?" she asked, desperately trying to sound casual and cool.
"Er, nothing," said Harry, snapping the book shut in surprise. His reaction did not imply 'nothing' but as the title seemed innocuous enough, she let it slide, for now.
"I wanted to talk to you about something," she said. "Something private," she added with a furtive glance around the busy common room.
"Erm, okay," said Harry. He would have been utterly bewildered by this a few days ago, but ever since his nocturnal chat with Luna, he now had his suspicions. The problem was, he was still unsure as to how exactly he felt about Ginny. He liked her enough and he did, now that he had thought about it, find her attractive, but the new anatomical reality that he was now faced with made him slightly unsure. Though the book currently clutched in his hand, wrapped in another's cover was certainly beginning to open his mind. And coupled with seeing Luna's naked body, his brain and elsewhere was quickly getting accustomed to this strange new world.
"Shall we just walk and talk then?" suggested Ginny, a little too eagerly.
"Ok," he replied, trying his best not to look at her crotch.
The two of them walked out of the increasingly loud common room, through the portrait of the Fat Lady and headed in a seemingly random direction. Time was only proceeding towards curfew, and so the corridors were very quiet, no student wanting to be caught out. But clearly what Ginny had to say was worth the risk.
"I'm just going to say it," started Ginny, after about a minute of uncomfortable silence. "I like you. And I want to know if you feel the same," she said bluntly, getting straight to the issue.
"I'm not sure," began Harry before he was interrupted by an unimpressed Ginny.
"Not sure? Why is it that boys are never fucking sure? You spend all day yapping about girls and then when one actually, for reasons that are frankly unknown to me, decide they like one enough to do something about, suddenly you're all not fucking sure!" Harry was very much taken aback by this new Ginny. He had never heard her swear, he had heard her shout but only really at her brothers. Watching her cheeks go red from vitriol, her eyes narrowing and nostrils flaring caused Harry's hormonal body to react in a way he did not expect. And so he silenced her in the most cliched way possible, he grabbed the back of her fiery head and pressed his lips to hers. Her shouts quickly turned to surprised exclamations and then muffled moans as their lips moved in synchronicity.
Harry backed Ginny against the nearest wall, pressing his body into hers and opening his mouth, taking them both by surprise. Harry was very surprised by this assertiveness and Ginny was surprised by her passivity. But she decided to let him have control for the moment. She knew she could have him on his knees in an instant if she wanted. Now she knew he was interested; she knew he was ensnared. So, with a smirk, she let his tongue into her mouth, for now ceding to him.
The intense kiss had caused both Harry and Ginny's members to harden beneath their robes. And Harry grinded himself against her they both felt each other's member, Harry's on her lower stomach and Ginny's against the top of his thigh due to their height difference.
Ginny's eyes snapped open and she pushed Harry away from her. "Did I do something wrong?" asked a perplexed Harry.
"No, it's just erm, witches are y'know…"
"I know Ginny. I know all about it," said Harry.
"I thought you might," said a relieved Ginny. "But I wasn't sure. I didn't want to scare you away."
"I don't think you could scare me away now," Harry smirked.
"Would you like to see before you make that judgement?" she asked.
"I would," said Harry simply, finally deciding to submit to a deeper instinct within him. It had been a shock at first, but now Harry had not only accepted it as fact, had also accepted that he liked that it was fact. It was hot, he had concluded, with the eloquence that only a teenage boy could muster.
Ginny slipped her skirt and underwear down to her ankles and took off her outer robes, leaving her cock completely free for Harry to see. Ginny awaited Harry's reaction, glancing nervously around her as she did, aware of how open and exposed they currently were.
Harry however was having quite the experience. His new favourite reading material had exalted the female penis in many words and showered it in praise. And Ginny's was, truly praiseworthy. Its size alone was captivating; long, thick and throbbing. The veins rang along the shaft bulging with import. And the head was magnificent, tapered and gleaming with pre-cum, Harry unconsciously licked his lips.
With no prompting Harry got onto his knees and engulfed as much of Ginny's fabulous cock as he could. Now with no hesitation, Harry began to bob his head up and down on her shaft, just as the section of the book detailing sex acts had described. Ginny moaned at the sensations dancing along her sensitive shaft. Harry's warm mouth and tongue swallowing her cock in pleasure. His saliva coating it in goodness.
Harry meanwhile was just concentrating on giving Ginny as much pleasure as he possibly could. It was his first time giving a blowjob but he did not want it to seem amateurish. Ginny's moans buoyed his confidence and he sought to take more into his mouth, fitting about half in until he gagged. He then dipped his head back and forth on her shaft, taking it in until the entrance of his throat and then pulling back, giving her a very sloppy blowjob.
Ginny was not even looking at proceedings at first, but when she did, the sight alone almost made her cum. Seeing her childhood fantasy now willingly on his knees worshipping her pulsing member was one of the best sights she had ever seen and with his tongue working on her sensitive head it did not take long for her to cum. In fact, all it took was for Harry to reach up and start playing with her balls and then she came. She grabbed the back of his head and kept him in place, unloading herself into his mouth.
"Fuck, that felt so good," Ginny moaned as her orgasm came to an end. Harry got up from his knees and resumed their passionate kiss. Harry reached down and played with her softening cock. "Can't get enough of it can you?" Ginny smiled.
"I can't get enough you," replied Harry saucily.
"Do you want me to return the favour?" asked Ginny.
"Only if you'll be my girlfriend," he countered.
"I thought you'd never ask," she said, slowly dropping to her knees, a devilish grin on her face.
Target acquired. Mission accomplished.
Author's Note: So, that was that. I hope I did alright for the first chapter, setting up a bit of lore for this world. I hope I stayed vaguely true to the characters, whilst considering that they are in a smutty fiction and thus do need to be somewhat different from their original incarnation. And I hope the smut was decent, I think I'm better at writing that than the rest (I don't know what that says about me), but it can be quite difficult to come up with new ways of saying the word 'thrust'. Synonyms do tend to be exhausted rather quickly.
Also, each chapter is named after a song. Bonus points for anyone who gets the artist correct.
Thank you for reading. Kudos and comments are always appreciated.
