A/N — Oh, look, I've done it again. Okay, so it turns out chapter 5 won't be the final chapter. I underestimated how much had to be written for all of the plot bunnies, which is a weakness in this fic. Chapter 6 is up to 7k words already with a few more scenes to be added, but hopefully it won't be too far above 10k words. At any rate, just by needed scenes C6 will definitely be the last chapter.
Look at this: I intended this to be a 20k word fic and it turned into a short novel, which for a smutfic is pretty silly. If only I could write 60k words for other things…
Chapter V: New Circumstances
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"Oh, Merlin, Ginny," Malfoy groaned as the redhead engulfed his shaft in her mouth again. She sat on her knees in her black dress as she bobbed up and down on him, the two of them having retreated from the main ball itself to one of the empty side rooms. "You're such a naughty fucking tease, you know that? Potter's right there and you're practically telling an erotic story to that witch."
Ginny withdrew his manhood from her mouth and smiled up at him. "Naughty concubines need to be punished, master."
"You're damn right you do," he groaned as he pushed himself back past her red lips. The redhead obligingly went back to sucking and licking her master, and the blond held onto her scalp loosely as he directed her. "Everything about you tonight, Ginny…" he grunted. "I almost fucked you as soon as I saw you on the stairs. You're such a teasing little slut for me. No underwear? I said no underwear for the summer dresses, not all dresses. And how wet you were while we were sitting?"
Ginny disengaged herself with a long, slow lick up her master's shaft. "Only for you, master. You should have seen Harry's look though. He wants me again badly."
"And do you want him?"
Ginny smirked. "When I can cheat with my master and have this fucking me?" She stroked up and down his shaft at the words with her hand, grinning as it twitched for her. "But I'm for you, master," she said, looking up at him suddenly. "Whether or not he ever has me again is your decision. I'm your loyal concubine who only desires your cock, master."
Malfoy pulled her up, then, and kissed her after cleaning her mouth. "Where has this side of you come from? I have half a mind to push you up against the wall and fuck you here." Ginny looked unsure at this, and Malfoy smirked. "But maybe that's too risky. I think we've stayed at the ball long enough, so…" he trailed off suggestively. Ginny looked eager, but spoke anyway.
"Master, I think I'm ready. Take me to my husband's house and fuck me there. I want to give you everything." Instantly, Malfoy's cock was hard as a rock again, making putting it back in his robes difficult. Ginny giggled and helped him until he was somewhat presentable again, but still clearly disheveled. "I didn't know you wanted that this much," she commented.
"You're playing with fire, concubine," Malfoy growled as he took her by the arm. Ginny didn't protest as they hurriedly made their way back through the ball, receiving many knowing looks along the way. By the time they reached the apparition points in the Ministry they could barely keep their hands off each other, and they disapparated before they couldn't restrain themselves. Immediately they appeared in Ginny's front garden, and Ginny pulled her master up the steps to her house. "What about your husband?" Malfoy asked in between kisses.
"Bugger him," Ginny whispered, eyes almost lidded closed as Malfoy suckled her neck. This was good enough for Malfoy, who could tell a man's intention to drink himself stupid anywhere and had seen it on Potter's face before he left. Besides which, what would he do if he caught them? Almost frantically, Malfoy pressed Potter's wife inside the house, whereupon he pushed her against the wall at the base of the staircase chest-first and lifted up her dress until he was holding the back of it bunched around her waist. His pants were no impediment, as he had discarded them before, and his palms quickly found Ginny's naked hips as he pulled her arse outwards and brushed himself along her womanhood.
"I'd rather fuck you," he whispered in her ear as he pushed into her. Ginny hummed in satisfaction as her master filled her, bucking her hips a little into him so she could get his cock deeper inside her. With little more than a muttered sticking charm, the hem of Ginny's dress was pinned to her lower back, and Malfoy had complete access to her creamy rear. Shuffling closer so he could properly angle himself in her, the blond slowly pulled his length out of the redhead's quivering sex. For a second he admired the view of Harry's wife pushed up against a wall, pussy totally exposed to him, before he forcefully claimed her again. "What would Harry say if he came home to find you like this?" he growled. "Seeing you spreading your legs like a slut for another man."
Ginny cried out in pleasure as she bucked against him. "He'd see how much I love it!" she mewled. "Oh, Merlin, fuck me, master!" Complying with her request, Malfoy increased his tempo until the redhead was practically bouncing against the wall. Her hair was flying around her as they increased the pace of their coupling, and soon enough Malfoy was actually having trouble getting the leverage to piston into her. The blond was rutting against his concubine furiously, but he was no closer to his own orgasm. His concubine, on the other hand… "C-Cumming!" Ginny exclaimed. "I'm cumming, master! Oh… God…!" She shuddered violently, losing most of her energy as she slumped, and Malfoy pressed forward into her so that she was squeezed against the wall to stop her from falling. While she panted and recovered, Malfoy leaned forward to suckle on her neck, and she leaned back into him, heaving. After a few moments, she became aware of herself again, and she turned her head to look at him. "You didn't cum," she said, disappointed.
"I will," Malfoy told her. "Can you stand?"
"Yeah."
At her confirmation, Malfoy pulled away from Ginny, lifting her up by the waist slightly so that he could withdraw himself from her. The redhead cooed as he left her, and turned to look at him, absently undoing the sticking charm so her dress could fall down. The blond just looked her over, admiring her disheveled state. "What would they say if they knew how naughty you really were?" he murmured, and Ginny blushed, but nevertheless reached out to stroke over his thighs and up to his erection with a coy smile.
"It's easy when I'm the concubine of a very sexy lord," she replied. "Any girl would do the same." She leaned in to breathe her hot breath in his ear. "Married or not," she purred, "and I should know."
Malfoy quirked an eyebrow. "Even Granger? Or Delacour?"
Ginny looked at him curiously and then gave a devious little smirk. "Fleur definitely. She was the one who encouraged me to cheat. Something about having another man. I think it's a French thing." She talked as Malfoy took her waist and led her into her living room. "Hermione would love it, but she'd be resistant like I was." Malfoy smiled and nodded, before placing himself in what was clearly the master of the house's chair while Ginny stood in the middle of the room. "'Course, I can't say I've never imagined having a threesome with her…" Then she noticed the state of things. "Master?"
"Strip," he told her, and Ginny did so. The redheaded concubine bent to the floor, allowing her master to see the clear outline of her arse in her dress, and gathered the hem of her dress in her hands. With an easy motion, she pulled the dress up and over her head, shaking her red locks free of the thin material. Soon enough, her beautiful naked body was exposed to her master. As always, Malfoy's eyes raked over what he had claimed, already anticipating her pressed against him as his mouth watered. Not wanting to wait any longer as Ginny stood presenting herself for him, he used a minor wandless summoning charm to bring her towards him with a yelp. As soon as she was close enough he grabbed her by the soft skin of her waist and pulled her into him. Her full breasts he brought to his face while he maneuvered her hips so that she sank down on him with a gasp. "Ride me," Malfoy hissed to Ginny, and with wide, aroused eyes she began doing so, setting a rhythmic pace as she gyrated on top of him. Her breasts bounced in his face as he licked at them, and he relished the feeling of Ginny's hot passage as she repeatedly took him inside her. The redhead concubine rode him expertly, trying to bring him off as best she could with her body, and Malfoy felt himself getting close.
"Yes, master," Ginny cooed. "Cum for me. Cum for your Ginny. Cum for your concubine." At her words, Malfoy felt himself go over the edge and emptied himself inside her, twitching and spurting within her slick womanhood. "Yes, yes," Ginny murmured in his ear, rolling her hips as she pumped his manhood in and out of her, raising and lowering her hips onto him gently as she milked him. Finally he was spent and breathing deeply, Ginny still seated on top of him as she looked down at him with affection.
The two sat in Harry's chair for a little while, collecting themselves, before Ginny began planting soft, uncoordinated kisses on her master's neck. Finally, her lips met his and they kissed shallowly, her master's tongue just barely grazing her teeth. As they progressed, the kisses got more playful, Ginny giving him a bit more tongue every time until they were deeply snogging. The feel of her shifting, naked body slick with sweat pressed tight against his as they kissed seemed to be enough for Malfoy's magic-enhanced physique, for he began stirring within her and Ginny giggled. Growing tired of the playfulness, however, Malfoy nearly pushed Ginny off of him as he pushed her to the floor, and pinned her underneath him.
"W-Wait," Ginny cried in between kisses. "B-Bedroom," she moaned. "Punishment." Malfoy ignored her, guiding himself to her entrance and pushing past her folds. Ginny's effort to stifle her groan was futile as she was taken again. "M-Master! I-I want you in my marriage bed," she panted. "Master bedroom. I want to punish Harry."
"You are mine!" Malfoy growled in a sudden burst of anger, clutching at her throat lightly with one hand. "You are my concubine, not my wife! You have no sexual rights to me! You don't have me. I have you, whenever and wherever I want." He pumped into her, banging his hips into hers, and his free hand made its way up to her right hand. Even as she was choked, Ginny felt their fingers interlace so tightly that her wedding ring was pressing, she was sure, painfully into his fingers. "Punishing your husband by fucking you or by any other means is at my discretion. I will take you in your marital bed when I choose to take you in your marital bed!" He tightened his hold on her slightly, leaving Ginny gasping, but not relenting in his frantic copulation with her. "Do you understand? I am not a replacement husband for Potter. I am not your second husband. This relationship is not like the one you share with Potter. I am your master. You are my sexual plaything. You have few claims on me. I could get you pregnant and Potter would still legally be the father. I took you from him because I wanted to fuck his wife. I promised your husband that whatever girl he married would end up in my bed. That's why you're here. I didn't care about you besides wanting your body at my beck and call all throughout Hogwarts, and that hasn't changed now. Your sole function in our 'relationship' is to be the sexiest witch I could ever fuck and humiliate your husband while doing it. You are mine." By the end of the rant Malfoy had built up a furious pace, bucking into Ginny, and by the time his rant climaxed he and his concubine did too. At the final syllable he released his hold on her throat and she gasped, screaming out his name as she orgasmed wildly. Watching a flushed and half-terrified Ginny Potter cumming underneath him was too much for Malfoy, and he went over the edge again, spilling what little he had left in her passage.
As he lay on her side so as not to crush her, Ginny got her breath under control. A thousand questions flitted through her brain, but what she was most aware of was her arousal at everything. In the end, the question she asked was: "Master?" He grunted beside her, his softening manhood lying wet on top of her toned thigh. "Are you planning on getting more concubines? More open-concubines?" She couldn't decide if her tone was excited or scared.
Her master regarded her for a second before chuckling. "That's none of your concern, concubine." Ginny could only stare at him.
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Ginny's invitation for Malfoy to fuck her in her house was warmly received it seemed over the next few weeks. She and her master had become wild in her house, more wild than she and Harry had been in it as newlyweds (which was saying something), and now there was not a single surface or piece of furniture in her house that Ginny did not have a vivid memory of being defiled on. All except for one room: the master bedroom. Malfoy had not, as yet, so much as crossed the threshold of her married sanctum with Harry. Ginny had given herself to her master in the shower, in the kitchen, bent over the kitchen table, in the bath, on the dining room table, on the living room couch, all over Harry's office, every floor in the house, and even in the nursery she and Harry had prepared almost a year before when they had decided they wanted to become parents. Ever since her master's frightening (if sexy) outburst she had been reluctant to push him on defiling her marriage bed, however, and Malfoy had not made any indication that he had given it the slightest thought. Well, Ginny amended, he had done quite a few more painful things during their sex when she had tried some subtle ways to tempt him into her marital bed. She had dropped it after that.
Ginny didn't understand why her master was quite so reluctant to get one over on Harry by fucking her in their marriage bed, really. She would have thought — had assumed — that her master would jump at the idea as soon as she had offered. Maybe that was where she was deluding herself, she thought. In truth, she admitted to herself, she had been hanging onto what she and Malfoy had shared before she had fully become his concubine, where she had had some amount of control about how far things went. She had been operating as if he still needed her permission or willingness to do anything, and he had let her keep her silly fantasies. Probably, she realized, he had let her think she was offering herself and her house. If he had wanted to fuck her here he could have done so as soon as she had bonded to him.
The other mysterious thing was that Malfoy was making very sure not to fuck her at home when Harry might be about. She hadn't noticed at first. It had taken until she had fingered herself to arousal after a shower enough that she had assumed he would come soon to fuck her despite Harry's presence in his office doing paperwork. She had waited, naked and excited, in their favorite spare bedroom as she had done many times the past few weeks for an entire hour before she had realized her master was not coming. It had puzzled her immensely as she tried to figure out what was out of place, when Harry had entered and suspiciously asked her why she was lying naked and alone in a bed that was very obviously untouched. Then she had realized.
The question, though, was 'why?' It wasn't as if Harry could do anything, and frankly it was about time he heard how satisfied Malfoy made her. Plus, despite how angry she was at Harry there was the entirely unrelated feeling of arousal that her fantasy of being taken in front of her husband evoked in her. It had been a secret fantasy she had been harboring ever since that verdict from the Wizengamot had been announced and she had eagerly anticipated it coming true as soon as it had happened, but Malfoy had decided not to, instead toying with Ginny over weeks and having sexual encounters with her in secret.
And that had been when she was still willingly faithful to Harry, no less! Now she was her master's concubine and yet he still didn't humiliate her husband by fucking his wife in front of him. It boggled the mind. Perhaps, Ginny thought, her master couldn't stand being watched as he had sex? It was an odd thought, but it made some amount of sense. It would be disappointing if true, but Ginny supposed she could live with it. All of that, however, was merely speculation, and she wanted to know the truth.
It was the evening of Harry's birthday when things changed. Things had been awkward between them ever since their spat, but no more arguments had broken out and things had carried on as normal — or, at least, the new normal. Despite the invitation of friends and extended family, Harry had declined going out, instead laying in bed and drinking muggle beer as he watched his wife change into yet another new set of very arousing silver lingerie as she prepared for a special evening out in public with Malfoy. Privately, she was sure he had chosen to do it to send a very obvious message that Ginny supported her master over her husband on even the most important days. At the moment, it was a message Ginny found herself very much agreeing with. After all, if he couldn't be arsed to be a good husband and support her why on Earth should she support him?
Harry just watched her without comment, drinking his beer, and it was only when Ginny looked up at her husband that she saw he had a very prominent erection he hadn't even bothered covering up. Suddenly it struck her just how much things had changed that she expected her husband to cover up his manhood from her, and for the briefest second her anger drained out of her to be replaced with pity. Harry hated being pitied, but still, what more could she do as she looked at the miserable creature on the bed? She sighed, her eyes softening.
"You know you could have me tonight, all night, if you just asked him, right?" she said softly, walking over to stroke the back of her hand across her husband's cheek. Harry just looked away from her, his green eyes empty.
"I'm not asking Malfoy for permission––" he spat the word, "––to have sex with my own wife. You're mine, dammit."
Ginny closed her eyes and counted to ten, then twenty, as her brain flitted through the first few dozen responses that came to mind at that statement. It offended all different parts of her, but Harry was still in his phase. She bit the inside of her cheek. "Harry, I'm his. He took me from you," she reinforced softly, trying not to rile his temper. She hoped by stating it as fact rather than throwing it in his face as she had before might make it get through to him better. "Look, please, Harry," she started again. "It's your birthday. I still love you, and I don't want you to be here alone and miserable. It'll be over quickly and then we can make love again. It's been so many months and I know you want to. I want to. Just ask him, Harry, and I can cancel my plans with him tonight and we can have sex just like we used to. All night." She trailed her hands over her scantily clad body seductively. "Just think, Harry," she said in a husky voice, "you could have all this. I'm even sexier than when we first married. Just think of all the things you could do to me…"
"Nothing you haven't already done with bloody Malfoy." Harry's blunt reply broke through the mood like an icebreaker through the world's weakest glacier, and Ginny immediately felt anger flood through her, burning through the lust like it was flashpaper.
"Stop bringing up Malfoy!" she cried. "He won't be here! We can make love even better than before and you can have me all night without Malfoy being able to do a thing! We can lie together as man and wife practically right now and you're hung up about Malfoy! Barely anything has to change! I'm still your wife and you can still have me! What's the big bloody fucking deal that I shag Malfoy on the side?"
"Stop acting like this is normal, Ginny! Stop acting like me having to Goddamn prostrate myself in front of another fucking bloke and bloody beg him to shag the woman I married is normal! Stop acting like my wife fucking my school rival with a big damn smile on her face is normal! Stop acting like you promising to have no other man but me and then getting fucking giddy about breaking that promise is normal!"
Ginny's face reddened in rage. "It is normal, okay?!" she raged. "It is normal. It's normal now. Why don't you get this? This is our normal. Ever since I first had sex with Malfoy this is normal! Get it through your thick skull! Your wife fucking someone else is normal for you now! Another man taking your wife to bed is normal! Your normal now is that your wife isn't going to be faithful to you! How many ways do I have to say it? You can't bloody change it! I can't bloody change it! No one can change it! I don't want to change it! What does it take? For him to get me pregnant? Is that what it's going to take, Harry? Your wife carrying another man's baby? I'm bloody well trying to make the best of a bad situation and at least enjoy it so I don't hate life, and you'd think my 'loving' husband would support me in that! Hell, you wanker, I'm trying to make it better for you! I'm trying to make sure you're not a sexless git, and you're stuck in the past and hung up about me being faithful! Well, guess what? It's never happening again! So either you accept that I'll be having sex with two guys from now on or it'll only be one guy who isn't you! Just bloody ask him and you can have your wife back!"
Harry just glared mutinously at her. "I'm getting another beer," he said, darkly. "But thanks for your efforts to make us both happy," he said sarcastically as he exited through the door, throwing her a look that made Ginny want to jump at him with nails going. He left before she could do anything, however, and Ginny couldn't help the actual scream of frustration that escaped her throat. She fumed for a few moments before taking deep breaths and putting on the rest of her outfit — a silken green dress (Slytherin green this time, rather than Harry green) with matching shoes and headband. Unlike her Ministry evening dress, this dress had an extremely low neckline with thin straps, showing off her neck — and choker — to the whole world.
She was just putting the finishing touches on her look when she heard a knock at the door and felt her medallion grow warm and she grinned. Giving herself a last once-over in the mirror, she smiled and then walked out of the bedroom and down the hall. When she opened the doorway she was anticipating seeing Malfoy dressed up and looking at her with a lecherous gaze whereupon she would smile shyly back before walking down the stairs and taking her master's arm. What she didn't expect, when she opened the door, was to find Hermione Granger waiting beside Malfoy and looking close to exploding. "Oh," Ginny said eloquently, her smile fading. "Hi… Hermione." Suddenly she felt self-conscious in her tiny dress, and this was not helped when Hermione replied.
"Ginny," she said frostily, glaring at the other witch almost as much as she was glaring at Malfoy. "Malfoy just stopped by to wish Harry happy birthday before he left you two alone, right?"
Ginny just looked at her friend awkwardly, not knowing what to say, before her master stepped in. "Actually, Granger, Potter will have to do without my concubine for tonight."
Hermione whipped around faster than Ginny thought possible, sticking her wand into a suddenly very nervous Malfoy's neck. "Shut up and stay out of this! You are a foul, disgusting, odious golem of filth and I regret not blowing your brains onto the Hogwarts flagstones when I had the chance! You've ruined my best friend's marriage and forced his wife to cheat on him! Worse! You've made her happy about it! If it takes me until I die I'll be seeing you dead or in Azkaban for what you've done."
At this, however, Ginny knew Hermione had crossed a line. She pointed her wand at the brunette dangerously. "Leave my master alone, Hermione," she told the other witch. "What I do with my master is none of your business. If I knelt down and sucked him off right here you shouldn't say a bloody word!"
Hermione scoffed incredulously. "You're cheating on my best friend and it's none of my business? I thought I knew you, Ginny. What if I was cheating on Ron?"
"Do you want to?" both Malfoy and Ginny asked, and a vein throbbed in Hermione's temple.
"I can't believe you!" she exploded. "Just get out of here!"
Neither Malfoy nor Ginny needed to be told twice, moving to apparate away, but Ginny couldn't help shouting into the house while looking Hermione in the eye. "I'm leaving to cheat on you, Harry! Have you accepted it yet?"
There was no answer from Harry, not that Ginny expected there to be, but Hermione looked like she was on the verge of cursing them. Ginny just shook her head. Malfoy took in the scene with quiet amusement before drawing her closer to him and apparating them away.
They had a perfectly wonderful evening together, culminating in some wild dancing, and Ginny even managed to forget her anger at Harry (and Hermione) for the time being. Though that might have been because she was slightly drunk. She didn't even realize Malfoy had brought her back to her house until she was standing in the entrance hallway and calling out to Harry. There was no answer, not that Ginny processed that fact very much, and she instead turned to her master with a frown on her face.
"I was looking forward to a good fuck tonight," she told him in a disappointed tone.
"And you're still getting one," her master told her, making Ginny's eyes widen in surprise.
"But Harry–––!"
"Isn't here," Malfoy finished for her, and when he grinned she did too. Kissing feverishly, they made their way to the living room, where they made a quick game of taking off each other's clothes until they were standing naked in the room. Ginny had been so eager that she had almost tripped after taking off her panties. With a deft motion Malfoy pulled Ginny's nakedness to himself, kissing her unashamedly as her breasts pressed against him and her slit rode over his leg as she ground herself on him. Soon enough, her master's hard erection was pressed between their stomachs, but Malfoy did not break their embrace. The kissing continued for a long time, longer than Ginny would ever have expected Malfoy to like, until she was even feeling herself going weak at the knees. Her master seemed to sense this, for one hand went under her arse to hold her up while the other pulled the small of her back to him.
Catching her breath in between kisses, Ginny panted. "Master," she whispered to him. "Take me, master." Malfoy ignored her, continuing their snogging, and Ginny kept whispering things to him in between kisses. "Your concubine wants you," she breathed. "She wants to cheat again. Satisfy her, master. Let her satisfy you." Her words were drowned in another soft kiss as her master explored her mouth, and Ginny lost herself in the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling herself closer to him. "Feel how hot and wet I am for you, master," she whispered hotly in his ear. "Feel how ready I am." Erotically, she rubbed her moist opening along his thigh, but still Malfoy didn't give in. Ginny tried to disengage herself from him so she could kiss down his body, but Malfoy held her fast and all she accomplished was bouncing her breasts in his face. Neither minded. The redheaded concubine didn't resist when he brought their lips slowly back together, and again she was lost in a kiss.
So engrossed was she that she was caught by surprise when Malfoy pushed her into Harry's chair, and she bounced on it with a cry before looking up at her master. Malfoy stared down at Ginny with an unreadable expression before he leaned forward into her and began kissing her. Ginny moaned in approval, spreading her legs wider and inviting him to her, but instead of entering her like she had expected Malfoy began kissing down her neck. He stopped at her breasts for a while, lavishing them with attention, before kissing down her belly and reaching her folds. Breathing shallowly in anticipation, Ginny bit her lip, looking down into her master's blue eyes as he slowly moved to suckle on one thigh and then the other. It wasn't often that Malfoy went down on her, and Ginny considered it something special. That didn't mean her master didn't draw it out. He blew on her, kissed up and down her thighs and around her core, and Ginny squirmed in anticipation.
Finally, he kissed her clit, and Ginny moaned loudly. With small, almost hesitant little licks the tip of his tongue played with her opening, and when Ginny bucked her hips to get more sensation he grabbed them both with his hands and gave her a dangerous look that cowed her. The torture continued, with Malfoy shallowly playing with her, occasionally stimulating her clit until Ginny was writhing in her seat. "M-Master please," she whimpered. Having mercy on her, Malfoy pressed his whole tongue against her entrance and Ginny felt its wet warmth against her. It was as erotic as always. Malfoy was excellent, and soon enough Ginny was writhing on the edge of an orgasm as her master's tongue danced in and around her flushed womanhood. "So close, master! So good!" Ginny cried, loving the feeling of the fluids dripping off her. It made her feel so aroused. "Master, I'm close! So close! Yes! Yes!" She finally came, bucking in her chair, and Malfoy gave her an amused look as she came down.
"My turn," he told her, helping her out of the chair, and Ginny was so eager that she almost fell, her legs not quite recovered from her orgasm. Malfoy chuckled, making Ginny flush, but helped her keep her balance before sitting on the chair, avoiding the very conspicuous wet patch at the front. His legs were open and his erection was proud, and Ginny quickly knelt on the floor and crawled up to him. Eyes wide and aroused for her master, his redheaded concubine shuffled up to him and pressed her chest into him, enveloping his large erection between her soft breasts. Almost tenderly, she pressed them around his length with her hands, and with little jutting motions she began running her cleavage up and down his length. Once she had reached a comfortable pace, she looked him in the eye as she bent her head so that his erection would press against her lips on the downstroke. Her breath was hot and moist against his tip, and with a playful little motion her tongue darted out to sweep over it. When he groaned, Ginny smirked in satisfaction, increasing her ministrations. Closer and closer he got to the edge, but as he was about to hit it his concubine stopped, pulling away so she was kneeling and looking at him as she quickly did up her hair. Just as he was about to reprimand her, however, she leaned back with a mischievous grin and engulfed his length in her hot mouth. Malfoy groaned again, and Ginny set a slow, erotic tempo as she went down on him, spreading her legs and jutting out her arse so he could see it as she did so. The slow pace kept her master from building to his orgasm too quickly, and they both merely enjoyed the slowness and tenderness of it all as Ginny worked tirelessly to get him off. They were almost in a trance, such that they didn't hear the door to the house opening. They did, however, hear the exclamation.
"Oh my God!" Hermione cried from where she was standing next to Harry. "You––– You–––!" she sputtered.
The moment was broken, and Ginny withdrew herself from Malfoy with a surprised gasp. "Hermione!" she cried fearfully, and then she set her eyes on her husband standing next to her. "Harry!" Harry stood stone still, just looking at her as if he couldn't believe his eyes. Malfoy quickly stood, and Ginny abruptly realized she was still naked and moved to stand behind him. "Harry, I didn't think you'd be home!"
His brain seemed to be working on autopilot when he replied, for their was no tone in his voice. "Well, I am."
"I was just… I mean… We were… I can–––! It isn't…!" Ginny stopped and started repeatedly as her mouth kept blurting the partial explanations that kept popping into her brain. None of them seemed to register with Harry or Hermione.
"Your wife was just about to have sex with me," Malfoy finally spoke up, looking at and challenging Harry. He made no attempt to hide his nude body. Very deliberately, Malfoy ran his hands over Ginny's naked body, and involuntarily she shivered, bending into his touch and closing her eyes as she leaned back into him. "Your wife is going to be taking my hard cock and loving it." Harry didn't say a thing. "So, if you don't have any objections, I'll just take Ginny somewhere more private to… enjoy her," he said.
Ginny looked at him curiously. "Master?" she asked.
"Come on, Gin," he said to her with a smile. "Show me the bedroom."
Suddenly Ginny understood, and as if he could read her mind Malfoy nodded. A wide smile broke across her face. "Master!" she said joyfully. Almost forgetting Harry and Hermione were there, Ginny grabbed Malfoy's hand in her own and led him past the shocked pair by the door. Giggling with excitement all the way, she led him up the staircase to the master bedroom, leaving a gaping Harry and Hermione behind them. As soon as they got to the top of the stairs, Malfoy, in full view of Harry, picked Ginny up bridal style and led her into her bedroom, pushing open the door and throwing her onto the bed while she shrieked in delight.
As Malfoy pumped himself a few times to get himself fully erect again, Ginny arranged herself on the bed so that she was open and inviting. Malfoy could only stare hungrily at a naked Ginny Potter giving herself to him on her wedding bed with a primal lust in his eyes as his manhood twitched and jumped in excitement. Ginny giggled, staring at it with hungry eyes, and spread herself a little wider, her pale flesh flushed with arousal. Her nipples were stiff, and she used one hand to play with them while with the other she rubbed at her womanhood, sliding her fingers around its soft wetness while looking up at her master through seductively lidded eyes. Every so often she moaned as she played with herself, trying to entice Malfoy to take her.
Her master's eyes were dark as he took her in, slowly pumping his shaft as he watched her. With a deliberate motion, he shuffled forward on his knees until he was towering over her on the bed. For a second Ginny though Malfoy was going to lean down and kiss her again, but instead he jutted his hips forward so that he could lie his manhood down her stomach. It was hot and heavy and wet against her, and looking down at it Ginny could hardly believe it fit inside her. Her master moved his hips slowly, running his manhood up and down her, and leaving a shining trail of precum mixed with her saliva down her body as his erection twitched from arousal.
Slowly, Malfoy reached down to grab himself as he pumped against her, and with a quick motion slapped his manhood against her. It made a wet slap against her belly and Ginny gasped, the gasp turning into a moan when the slaps were slowly repeated. With every slap, Malfoy drew his hips farther back until he was slapping against only her pelvis, and then only her soft womanhood. Finally, he slapped against her erect clitoris, and Ginny twitched, suppressing a gasp by biting her lip. Her master repeated the motion, smirking down at her, and every time her legs twitched as if to close to protect her from the sudden, intense sensation. He repeated this, and then surprised Ginny by pushing the head of his manhood into her, making her grunt. Instead of pushing into her to the hilt, however, Malfoy withdrew himself shallowly and pushed back in, playing with her opening as Ginny began to pant. As the redhead was reaching her breaking point he alternated by pulling out entirely and slapping her again, before pushing his tip back in. He continued, switching between the two at random, until his redheaded concubine was feeling quite fed up.
"Master, just fuck me already!" she growled at him, though tapering off when his eyes glinted dangerously. "I'm begging you to fuck me, master. Shag me. Make me scream for my husband to hear!"
At this, Malfoy pulled out of her again to lie himself on her stomach, leaning forward against her so that his breath was against her lips. With a fire in his eyes he forced himself on her, kissing her passionately so that Ginny lost her breath, and when he was done leaned down to breathe into her ear. "Tell me," he growled roughly, "how did you lose your virginity to Harry?"
Ginny trembled. "L-Like this," she whispered back into his ear.
"And what did you say to him?" her master demanded.
"I," Ginny gulped, "I told him I loved him. I told him I'd been dreaming about this for years. A-And," her throat went dry and she swallowed. With shaking arms, she reached around Malfoy's back so that she could play with her wedding ring. "A-And after he took my virginity I told him that now I was his forever."
Malfoy chuckled darkly. "Well, I'd say that was a lie. You broke that promise."
"Yes, I did," Ginny whispered, more to herself than anyone else. Inexplicably, she felt her eyes water and fill with tears. Squeezing herself tighter against her master, she furiously blinked them away. "Help me break it again," she pleaded to her master, turning him to look into her tear filled eyes. "Show me that I'm yours. Remind me that I'm yours. Please… just…" she whispered weakly, "I need to be yours." Malfoy kissed her deeply again, and Ginny threw herself into it desperately.
"Tell me the same," Malfoy purred to her after breaking the kiss. For a second his redheaded concubine was confused, and then she realized. Her eyes widened and a flash of shear terror bolted through her. "Tell me," he growled in her ear, moving back and forth between suckling her jaw and her earlobe. Ginny lay naked and paralyzed beneath him. Malfoy's hand ghosted up her, playing lightly with her erogenous zones before it came to her neck. His fingers brushed against it, then around it. Her master applied a light pressure. "Tell me," he said again, and this time Ginny knew it was a command. "Tell me and I'll take you."
Ginny's mouth moved by no words came out. She shook, but a brush of Malfoy's fingers against her finally got the words coming. "D-Draco," she swallowed. "Draco, I love you." Her master let out a pleased hum, suckling her neck again.
"You love me…?" he asked, and the redhead realized he wanted more.
"Yes, master, I love you. I love you so much, master," his concubine murmured. He hummed, and the redhead realized he still wanted more. In fact, she knew exactly what he wanted. "More than Harry," she whispered softly and secretly in his ear. "I love you more than Harry."
"Your husband loves you," Malfoy told her, but by now Ginny understood the game.
"I still love you more," she told him, and when she said it she realized with a shock that she couldn't tell if it was a lie.
"I don't love you," he told her bluntly. "I love fucking you. I love your body. I love taking you to bed whenever I want to. I love humiliating your husband by fucking his wife whenever I please. I love turning the Lady of House Potter into nothing but a lowly concubine. I love that I've made you want to cheat. I love that I've opened a marriage and taken a wife. I don't love you. I don't care about your feelings." He kissed her deeply again. "Do you still love me more than your husband?"
There was only one answer. "Yes," Ginny breathed, thoroughly aroused.
"Tell me the rest," Malfoy softly ordered her.
"I've dreamed of this for years," she whimpered.
"Dreamed of what?"
"I've dreamed of cheating on Harry. I've dreamed of cheating in my marriage bed. I've dreamed for years of cheating with you in my marriage bed, master. I wanted for years for you to come and tie Harry up and fuck me against our protests, concubine or no. I dreamed for years since I was Harry's girlfriend that you'd take my virginity before Harry could even see me naked." Ginny felt her master stiffen at her words and knew she had done well.
"Tell me the rest."
She breathed heavily. "Now I'm yours forever." With that, Malfoy reached down to align himself with her opening and sank into Ginny until their hips met, and for the first time Ginny was cheating in her wedding bed. The redhead's hand was still between her legs as she took her master's cock again, and she played with herself around his girth as he pulled himself out before pushing slowly back in. With increasing pace, Malfoy began pounding into her, going so fast that he even crushed Ginny's hand between her womanhood and his pelvis. The redhead squeaked, but it was nothing compared to when her master began smacking against her. Her master was wild and uncontrolled as he violated her, even taking ahold of Ginny's spread thighs to obtain the leverage to slam into her. Every time their hips contacted there was a jolt of pain and pleasure, and soon the force was enough that Ginny was even be pressed down into the bed and bouncing. As her master towered over her, plowing her into her wedding bed as she mewled and cried and shouted his name, Ginny could almost imagine it was Harry instead. She had often had much the same experience with her husband in this same bed, and again tears filled her eyes. "Fuck me harder!" she cried to her master, and he complied, pleasure colliding with pain inside Ginny until they swirled and mixed into an adulterous fire that filled her and burned away that last of her inhibitions about cheating on Harry. "Oh, God, master! Fuck me!" She bucked and rolled and gave herself into the frenzy of sex with her master until the bed was squeaking and bouncing loud enough to hear over her moans.
The sex was intense and all-consuming. Ginny lost herself as her master's thrusting into her became almost painful, spurting nothing but a stream of babble populated by shouts of ecstasy, screams of pain, begging, pleading, demands, threats, cries to God and Merlin, proclamations of love, and any number of other things that Ginny couldn't remember. She was scarcely even aware of when she orgasmed or how many times, her illicit union with her master reaching a plateau of pleasure that kept her just below the edge when she wasn't spilling over it, crying at the intensity of the experience until was begging him to stop from the shear sensitivity of her clitoris and womanhood. Only once she was openly weeping did Malfoy reach a crescendo with his fucking, slamming himself into her — while crying her name — hard enough that Ginny thought she might bruise. His seed was unbearably hot and voluminous as it filled her, and Ginny moaned half in pain and half in pleasure.
Malfoy slumped in utter exhaustion against Ginny, and his manhood slipped out of her to rest against the sheets, staining them. Ginny, for her part, merely lay still half underneath her master, feeling the rivulets of sweat hesitantly trickle down her body. Now that the sex was done she felt her emotions rising in her again. Absently, she trailed her hands down her body, feeling her breasts and then stroking her firmer curves. She pressed her palm against her belly, wondering if she was just imagining feeling her master's sperm swirling inside her. Her fingertips traced lightly over her lower lips, feeling their redness and abuse, before she took her hand away and closed her legs. As she caught her breath, her eyes wandered over to her nightstand. The framed picture of her and Harry dancing at their wedding seemed to glare back at her, and Ginny felt tears fill her eyes.
Despite that, it wasn't sadness filling her (at least not mostly) but anger. There was the old anger at Harry that felt so worn out and trite now. There was anger at the Ministry for doing this to her. Anger at Malfoy for forcing this on her. Anger at her family and friends, especially Hermione, for judging her. Anger at the press for hounding her, for making everything seem to be disturbing and vile, for printing her slightest indiscretion. Most of all, there was anger at herself. Anger at how she'd let this happen. Anger at how she hadn't put up more than token resistance. Anger that she hadn't stopped the concubine bond. Anger that she'd treated Harry so poorly when he was trying to deal with everything the same as her. Anger that she'd let her marriage fall into such a state of disrepair. Anger that she loved the sex with Malfoy so much. Anger that breaking her vow of fidelity turned her on like nothing else ever could. Anger at the realization that she really was a cheating slut, and anger that she loved it.
Ginny shut her eyes. She had never felt so thoroughly trapped. What was there to do? What could she do? She just wanted some peace. She just wanted to not have things forced on her. Gritted her teeth, she pushed the anger down until it formed a tight, compressed ball. It was like there was a pressure in her chest just waiting to burst, but the redhead kept an iron grip around it. What was done was done, that was true, but for tonight she just wanted to be an unthinking, sexual creature.
With a hard shove, she pushed Malfoy onto his side onto the other side of the bed, absently noting it was where Harry usually slept. Malfoy grunted in surprise, but she didn't give him time to do anything. Already she had summoned the potions she had realized Malfoy would have brought for tonight, and gave them to him. "Drink," she ordered him. "You're getting that cock hard again, and you're going to fuck me until I can't remember my own name." Malfoy looked ready to slap her, but Ginny held her wand threateningly in his face from where she'd grabbed it from the table. Not breaking eye contact with her, he downed the potions, and Ginny watched as his breathing came under control and his manhood stiffened under her from where the redhead was sitting on his stomach. Holding his arms in place, Ginny moved her thighs so she could grind against him and rub her slit up and down his length, coating it in her fluids despite her soreness.
Once her master was appropriately hard, Ginny took her wand and conjured silken ropes, binding her master's wrists up by the headboard as he had done with her when he had finally taken her as his concubine. Malfoy narrowed his blue eyes at her, but Ginny's expression was stony as she stared back into them. She never broke contact with her master, not even as she reached down to pump him with her small hand. When he was appropriately slick over his entire length, Ginny pulled it up and raised her hips, brushing her master's cock around blindly until she felt the tip against one of her lips. From there it was a simple matter for the redhead to get the tip pressing into her entrance, and with a push downwards with her hips she felt her master sink into her depths.
Ginny felt sensitive from the previous rough session and she was sure she'd be sore tomorrow. At the moment she didn't care. Muttering a spell at her stomach as she sat in Malfoy's lap, hands splayed on his chest, she felt the pain subside and let out a little sigh of relief. It would make everything worse tomorrow, but right now it wasn't tomorrow. Shuffling on her master so she could get leverage, Ginny pushed down hard on his chest as she pulled her hips up, then slammed them down again, making her master grunt beneath her. Feeling herself being filled so forcefully, Ginny couldn't help but throw her head back with a moan. "How does that feel, master?" Ginny groaned. "You're so hot and hard inside me." As she sank back down, the redhead looked down into her master's eyes and pushed her chest forward. "You'd like to touch them, wouldn't you, master? You'd like to touch your concubine's tits? You'd like to squeeze Lady Potter's tits?"
Malfoy didn't say anything, but he didn't need to. His face was filled with both fury and an overpowering arousal at being dominated by the sexier half of the couple he had dominated. Seemingly unconsciously he wetted his lips as he stared at the redheaded concubine moving on top of him, and Ginny spied his fingers twitching in his restraints every time he breasts came closer to his face. Deliberately, she took her sex with her master at a modest pace, stopping from stimulating him too much to prevent him from cumming. For her own part, she pretended that her womanhood was still sensitive enough for her to be getting immense pleasure from bouncing on top of her master, emphasizing it with little moans, grunts, and pants, even occasionally reaching up with one hand to fondle a breast.
Despite her bluff, however, Ginny was not being particularly pleasured by her ministrations. She was still sore from earlier, despite the spell, and now that soreness was starting to creep back in. Leaning forward and grasping Malfoy's forearms to leverage herself, Ginny began increasing her pace as she bounced on his manhood. Soon she was throwing herself around wildly on top of her master, edging ever closer to her orgasm. Only the small shocks of pain she got every time the abused lips of her womanhood smacked down onto her master's pelvis allowed Ginny to focus and stave off cumming. The pain grew with every downstroke as she sheathed him in her, but Ginny didn't much care about that right now. The anger kept her going as she violently had sex with her master, and she was sure the screams she belatedly realized she was making probably helped.
All of a sudden merely being in pain wasn't enough for the redheaded concubine. With fierce eyes, she looked at the man beneath her, for a second picturing dark hair and green eyes before the image reverted to the blonde and blue eyes of her master. Nevertheless, the split second change had stoked the fires of anger within her, and Ginny moved her hands from his forearms to his nipples, which she then tugged at more forcefully than she should have. Malfoy's grunting was interrupted momentarily by a yelp of pain, and Ginny felt his manhood twitch and soften slightly inside her. Savagely she grinned.
The redhead's fucking reached new heights then, tears beginning to slip down her cheeks as she shouted in both pain and pleasure, a sound augmented by her master's own grunts and cries. Ginny Potter rode Malfoy savagely, bucking wildly as she twisted, bit, clawed, pinched, and otherwise abused her lover as she alternately pictured both her master and her husband beneath her. All too soon, or so it seemed to Ginny, the pain was getting to be too much, and she knew she would have to bring herself to orgasm soon or finish unsatisfied and in pain. She had been riding her master for she didn't know how long, and though potions helped she could feel herself fading. With a final burst of energy, Ginny threw herself into her adultery, pulling out every sexy trick in the book as she tried to coax an orgasm out of both herself and her master. Her hips rolled, and bounced, and bucked, and gyrated, and finally Ginny felt her passage quiver and clench as her orgasm rolled over her. So intense was this orgasm that she barely noticed her master going over the edge, twitching and spilling himself in her as she shook and cried.
As the last of the potions and adrenalin wore off Ginny felt her naked body slump against her master, who was breathing heavily, and she gratefully slid off him, for once not missing the feeling of a hard cock filling her. Now she felt the soreness coming on, though she knew it would be worse in the morning. Looking up, she realized that Malfoy was already falling asleep, and she tiredly waved her wand to dispel the ropes that held him before placing it back on the table. Ginny had been expecting Malfoy to take this as a cue to get up and go home so that Harry could finally sleep — what time was it, now? — and so was surprised when her master simply rolled over and pulled her smaller, naked body into his arms. He intended to sleep here! He intended to stay the night in Harry's bed with his wife. For the briefest second Ginny was appalled at the realization and struggled to get out of his arms, but Malfoy held fast, and Ginny realized she was too tired to protest. Instead, therefore, she pulled closer to him, allowing him to nestle her naked body into his, his softening manhood resting on her thigh. Sighing to herself, Ginny merely closed her eyes and went to sleep.
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When Ginny woke up, it was with the feeling of something long and hard in between her thighs and an entirely unpleasant amount of soreness around her entrance. Looking around, she found she was in her own bedroom, and at once she realized her strange it was to be in such a sexual position here and what a change that was. Her brow furrowed in confusion. Had Harry finally asked Malfoy permission to have sex with the latter's concubine? For her to be here he must have done. From the feeling between her legs her husband had certainly been eager to have her again.
With a slight moan of pain from the soreness, Ginny extracted herself from Harry's arms and tried to get out of the bed without waking him, but it was all for naught as a groan came from beside her. Sighing, Ginny turned around to see––– "Malfoy!?" she cried in surprise, finding the blond lying naked beside her in her wedding bed. All of a sudden the memories flooded back and the morning grogginess cleared, and Ginny remembered everything she'd done. A rush of shame came her way, and she looked down at the bed covers, not able to meet the eyes of the man she'd cheated with. Malfoy, for his part, didn't really notice his concubine's distress as he woke up, instead noticing with a grin his redheaded concubine's very naked state. Seeing her like this only caused him to stiffen further, and made him aware of his early morning problem. Luckily, there was an easy solution nearby.
With little more than a gesture, Malfoy caught Ginny's head in his hands and guided her mouth to where he had uncovered his lap. Sighing again briefly, Ginny gave into her master's demands and leaned down to his stiff cock. Pulling her long hair out of the way, she gave him a few experimental licks, tasting a dried combination of her own saliva, his semen, and her own womanly fluids. It wasn't the most pleasant taste, but the concubine bond made it easier to obey her master's wishes and engulf it with her hot mouth. She bobbed up and down at an easy pace, feeling too lazy in the morning for anything too vigorous. Her master seemed to feel the same, for after a few moment he pulled her mouth off him and pushed her down into the bed. With apparent ease he held Harry's wife down on the bed, her breasts and stomach pressed into the sheets, while he moved around, before pulling her backwards so that her entrance was exposed to him facing the pillow while she looked over the end of the bed. It was irritating, she thought, that her master wanted to take her when she wasn't aroused, but––– wait. Ginny reached around with her hand and felt herself. She was. Oh, right. Sometimes the concubine bond was more than a little annoying.
Like now. She was wet and ready for her master even though she was sore and just wanted to have a morning cup of tea. With no preempt, Malfoy pushed himself into his concubine, forcing Ginny's chest into the bed, and began fucking her at a moderate pace. It seemed calculated for nothing more than relief for his early morning stiffness, and Ginny was left with a combination of a moderately pleasant buzz and overpowering soreness. The redhead could do nothing but clench the sheets of the bed in her fists and bite down on them as her master claimed her, but luckily Malfoy seemed to want nothing more than quick satisfaction, for soon enough she felt him spurting a large amount into her hot womb. With a soft cry her master finished and pulled out of her, dropping himself back on the bed and looking ready to go back to sleep.
Ginny wasn't. Once she was sure her master was done, she stood from the bed and pulled on her thin, silken robe, a gift from her master. Likely, she thought, only so that her husband could see her claimed more and more by another man. She disregarded the thought almost as soon as it came. Instead she looked towards the bathroom and considered taking a shower, but more than anything else she just wanted tea at the moment. Opening the bedroom door, Ginny saw no one around and quickly crept down the hall in the morning shadows, making her way to the kitchen. Everything was quiet, and for a moment the redhead thought she would be able to enjoy something alone, but then she spied a very familiar shape moving around by the kettle and stove. She froze and prepared to leave, but Harry caught her first.
"Oh, Ginny," he said, with a tone she couldn't place.
"I'll just go…" she told him, not really wanting to have an argument already, and turned to leave.
"No, don't," Harry said to her, and she stopped, looking at her husband curiously. He seemed in a better mood — or at least not an angry and depressed mood — and was looking at her earnestly. She stayed. "Do you want some tea?" he asked, and she nodded. As her husband worked she noticed he kept sneaking glances over at her, looking her over, and Ginny felt utterly confused by them. What was he looking for? Absently, she felt something trickle down her leg and realized it was her master's cum. Mortified and hoping her husband didn't notice, she pulled the robe tighter around herself, belatedly realizing she had been unconsciously exposing a lot of her cleavage. Unnoticed, Harry looked away again.
When he finally gave her her tea they sat and drank in silence, Harry giving her more strange looks while Ginny tried to figure out what to say to the husband whose birthday she had ruined and whom she had been so angry at. In the end, neither managed to make a sound before Malfoy appeared, and at that point any possibility of conversation died. As Malfoy pulled his concubine closer, undoing her robe so that it fell to the floor and allowed her naked body to press against him, Ginny didn't notice at all the looks Harry was giving them.
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