A/N — Well, here it is. The final chapter. I hope people reading enjoyed the story or at least found it erotic. It will likely be the last one of its kind for a while, for though I have many more ideas for cuckold!Harry and an adulterous Ginny — many featuring Malfoy — I suspect there's not a large market. So I shall shift my focus to other things.
I'm very happy with the very end of the chapter because it was mostly ideas formed like clay into a coherent, logical form at 5AM, but I wanted to get this story out by the deadline I set myself (Christmas) and… well. I hope it's not too bad when awake-brain comes to look back on it.
I'm not sure when you'll see the "alternate ending." Sorry.
Chapter VII: A Concubine Given
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Draco had been having a rather few fun days the past while with his concubine. While he had taken her on a few short retreats they had not been true vacations. Here he was without obligation and could spend all day in bed with Ginny if he wanted to. Sometimes he did just that. Seeing her in her tight bikinis parading for him up and down the beach was far from a poor alternative, however, and kept Draco from never seeing the Sun. The jealous and angry shouting and gestures — in private — and hostile looks while fondling his wand — in public — from Potter were mere icing on the cake. They were the looks of a man whose final gambit had failed and was now contemplating either a fight to the death or a dishonorable surrender. Draco hoped it was the latter.
What Draco hadn't realized, however, was how fast the Potters' wedding anniversary was coming up. It had taken a whispered reminder from Ginny as she lay curled up in his side as they lay in bed that they needed to buy fertility potions for the big night, and Draco had remembered what he promised to do. His cock had become erect at the thought and he had quickly made use of Ginny, but then the mixed feelings of what else he would have to do caught up with him while his concubine slept quietly.
The long and short of it was that he would have to tell Potter what he intended to do to the man's wife. As he was his concubine's husband he had the legal right to know that his wife was going to be impregnated by her master. What Draco was unsure of was Potter's reaction. It caused a sea of emotions in his stomach, not the least of which was fear. Potter was no slouch of a wizard, as the man had repeatedly proved, and though he had mellowed with age and become more law-abiding this last thing could quite possibly send him over the edge. The looks Potter had been giving Draco and his concubine had not been the most stable- or sane-looking, and Draco rather hoped he didn't snap.
Of course, there were other emotions too. It was quite possible that Potter could simply sullenly accept it, as he had the rest of his wife's concubinage. That reaction would certainly be delicious, Draco thought. He could also get (impotently) angry or turn to despair, both reactions would find immensely gratifying as he impregnated Ginny later on, or perhaps go into denial. The man had seemingly been pretending that Draco was not sleeping with his wife already, so perhaps he could pretend that the child in Ginny's womb was his. The last thought that occurred to Draco, based on what he had seen of Potter recently, was perhaps the most disturbing, however. He now thought it was distinctly possible that Potter could be happy, even enthusiastic, about his wife falling with child from Draco's loins. The thought caused great disquiet in Draco's mind, and he wasn't quite sure how he would react if the latter scenario happened.
The Malfoy lord quickly lost time to dwell on it, however, when the next day — the day of Potter's wedding anniversary — he ran into the man himself. Draco had just had a rather eventful morning with Ginny and was feeling in quite high spirits when he went out in the late morning air to enjoy things. His plans had been dashed upon finding Potter sharing the shaded area of the boardwalk looking out at its small section of the Mediterranean but he had continued anyway. Potter had mostly ignored him — a drawing of his wand that he kept very obvious hidden in a pocket with his hand seemed to content the man — even when Draco had come to stand beside him.
Not quite sure how to start such a conversation, Draco settled on an imitation of their old adversarial banter. "Tonight's a very special night," he said finally, not looking at the dark-haired man beside him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Potter regard him suspiciously, but the other man said nothing. Draco waited. For a good long while there was silence and Draco was beginning to think Potter would simply ignore him. Then a mutter came from the other wizard's direction.
"Not sure how much, now," he grunted. He glanced at Draco. "Thanks to you. What sort of a marriage is this?"
Draco wasn't quite sure how to answer that. "You still have rights to her," he felt the need to point out, with not a little condescension in his voice. It was a fact that burned at him as well. It went against his nature to allow any other man access to his woman but at the same time how could he be stealing Ginny from Potter if she was not intimate or involved with him, save in the distant past? He could he steal, over and over again, what was no longer Potter's? The conundrum ate at him but he brushed it aside to focus on the matter at hand. "You could have her almost as much as I do if you stopped fighting this and accepted it."
Potter's face scrunched but he didn't move his wand and Draco kept breathing easily. "I'm not going to accept injustice for the sake of sex."
The words left Draco's mouth before he'd decided whether or not he wanted to say them. "You seemed to have no problem doing that when you concocted this whole scheme to seduce my concubine. She's bound by magic to sleep with only me until her bonding to me is complete, which it cannot be until you, her husband, have accepted her bond to me. Did you really think you could subvert magic itself? Or that Ginny could just force her way past it?" Seeing the look on Potter's face, Draco struggled not to laugh. "You really thought so? You thought that if her love was strong enough or some other such rubbish she could defy everything and return to you? I thought you'd ditched all that Dumbledore nonsense years ago."
"It's not nonsense," Potter muttered, but he didn't contradict Draco about the rest.
"I'm perfectly content to see her faithful to only me, of course," Draco continued, egging on his rival as came so naturally to him. "She's completely fantastic in bed and I have no great wish to see such a beautiful, pureblood girl give herself to someone like yourself, no matter how rich and powerful you may be. I just find your thought patterns, Potter, incomprehensible. I know if it was my wife in this situation I would not wish her to forever be the witch of another wizard, even if I must share her. Not, of course, that anything so egregious could happen to a Malfoy." He peered at the other wizard, but Potter's only reaction was to scowl more deeply and clutch his wand more tightly, judging by the tensing of the muscles on his forearm. Prodding, Draco continued. "It's only fitting that a pureblood wrongfully married to a halfblood should become the concubine of a pureblood, after all."
That was enough for Potter. "Are you here for a reason?" he demanded, and a slow smile spread across Draco's face.
"It is also fitting," Draco continued almost as though he hadn't heard the other wizard, "that a pureblooded witch like Ginny should bear pureblooded children."
It was amusing to see Potter's face go white and his hands start trembling. "What are you saying?" he asked.
"Tonight I plan to impregnate my concubine, your wife."
"T-Tonight?" Harry stuttered as he never had before. "But tonight's our–––!"
"Wedding anniversary," Draco interrupted him. "Yes, I know. After learning she was about to fall pregnant my concubine insisted that her impregnation be today. I get the impression she is quite eager for it."
Now came the reaction that Draco had been anticipating. Subtly putting his hand on his wand, the blond wizard watched Potter get the angriest he had ever seen the man. His face went so completely red it was covered with splotches of purple, and a vein throbbed in his temple. Potter drew his wand, prompting Draco to bring his behind his back, but no spell came. When Potter shouted, it was a phrase Draco had not been expecting. "I can't believe her!" he shouted, and vanished like a clap of thunder.
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"I can't believe you!" Harry yelled with the volume of a raging dinosaur as he burst into her room without so much as a knock, startling Ginny as she was applying her makeup and causing some to spill onto the hotel's carpeting. Ginny cursed as she was forced to get her wand and apply some high level cleaning charms before things stained, and Harry waited with a look of complete fury on his face while she cleaned. Once he seemed to judge things as sorted, he hissed at her. "I can't believe you," he repeated, leaning in close with a deadly glare.
"Can't believe what?" Ginny spat back.
"You know damn well what!"
"Well, you'll just have to spell it out for me!"
On seeing that some of the neighbors were looking, Harry closed the blinds and lowered his voice. "You're letting him get you pregnant. Don't look at me like that! Malfoy told me just now! He's getting you pregnant tonight! Our bloody wedding anniversary! I thought there were lines, Ginny! So many bloody lines! And you've crossed every single one of them! But I never thought you'd cross this one."
Ginny slapped her husband's hand out of her face. "First of all, I'm not 'letting' him do anything! I––– am––– his––– concubine!" she cried, emphasizing by prodding her finger into his chest. "He has total sexual rights to me! Probably more than you do! And that includes my fertility! If he wants me to bear him children I will! Secondly, why? Because we planned for kids? Because the first Potter in a long time is going to be Malfoy's kid? I tried everything, Harry! I tried to get us together again, and you rejected every attempt because of your pigheadedness! I could've been getting pregnant with your child but because you lived in your fantasy world where you could 'rescue' me from Malfoy he's the one getting me pregnant tonight!"
Harry's face scrunched in rage. "I can't believe you're still trying to weasel out of this!"
"Yeah, well, you know what, Harry? I'm done. Think whatever you want, but at the end of the day Malfoy's the one having sex with me and you're not, all because you chose it to be this way." She sighed tiredly. "This is honestly what it took. It took Malfoy impregnating your wife to accept that she isn't just yours anymore. I can't believe it. I went into this thing that we might be able to salvage some happiness but you just had to go with your pride and your ego."
"Accept it?" Harry laughed, almost manically. "Accept it? You think this has made me accept it?"
"Then what will it take, Harry?!" Ginny raged. "Malfoy taking your daughter as a concubine? The Potter family being inherited entirely by children of Malfoy blood? Dying a sexless, childless old man while your hot wife is shagged into her dying years?"
"Everything! Nothing!" Harry exclaimed. "I'll never accept it! And I don't bloody have to! I'll go to the grave spat upon by Fate!"
Ginny scrunched up her fists. "You are unbelievable! If you're never going to accept it, at least leave me in peace! Stop harping on at me just because I like shagging Malfoy! I won't want to hear one word when all 'our' children are purebloods! You might be miserable but that doesn't mean you can take it out on me! Just bloody well leave since you don't have anything to do here. I'll enjoy my evening with Malfoy and tomorrow I'll be pregnant by him. Just leave." By the end of her rant she wasn't so much yelling as just murmuring softly. Then Harry did something unexpected.
He hugged her.
Inexplicably, Ginny felt the urge to cry, and a few sobs and tears did leak out into Harry's shirt. "I'm sorry, okay?" she finally said. "I wanted to do the right thing, and everything's so confusing but I tried. I'm sorry." She sniffled again. "Just accept it. Please? Please…?" she whispered.
"He's taken everything," Harry just said quietly. "It's just another injustice, one that no one, least of all you, should be accepting." More tears leaked out of her eyes. "I can't accept it. I can never accept it. I don't know how you can but I can't. Malfoy's taken you when you promised to be mine, and I'll hold it against him in this life and the next." They stood in their embrace for an uncountable amount of time, before they finally broke apart and Harry moved towards the door. "If it's what you want, I'll leave you be. I'm done fighting. I'll never forgive Malfoy and I'll never accept you as anything but my wife but I won't press you on it. You were right; there's nothing we or anyone else can do to change it but that doesn't mean I have to accept it… and you shouldn't either." At that Harry moved to shut the door, but Ginny suddenly spoke up.
"I could've stopped it."
Harry froze.
"What?" he asked quietly. Where before the tone would have been dangerous, now it was just weary and wary.
"I could've stopped it," Ginny repeated, gulping. "The bond. While we… When I first had sex with Malfoy… The bond is completed by both of us orgasming. We… we came and it was like the bonds were… fighting. And our marriage bond was winning. It would have stopped me being Malfoy's concubine." She could tell Harry was barely breathing now as he listened to her. Gathering her strength, Ginny looked her husband in the eyes. "But I didn't let it. I chose to crush our marriage bond. I chose to become Malfoy's concubine. I chose to cheat on you. I chose to cuckold you. I didn't want to be faithful to you."
"Ginny…" Harry's voice was broken, but Ginny continued.
"Even during our wedding I didn't want to be faithful. If it weren't for the magical fidelity bonds… I don't know if I would have cheated but I think I probably would have." She looked at him, gauging his reactions to what she was saying. "I don't think I was ever meant to be faithful to you, Harry. I think I was always meant to cuckold you. If I'd known open-concubinage could be done…" The redhead paused, thinking. "I don't know if I'd have chosen Malfoy but I'd definitely have arranged to cheat on you. Maybe Neville? Or Michael. Maybe even a few guys, if I could manage it. Maybe I'd get one of them to just forsake my fidelity bonds entirely and fuck whoever I wanted. But if I'd known before eventually I would've fucked someone else, Harry."
"Ginny."
"I enjoy cheating on you. It's fun. Being married and breaking my vows is a thrill. And I love being a sexy witch and teasing young men about whether I'll spend the night with them. Do you know how many sexy young wizards we Hollyhead Harpies come by? A lot. And I've wanted to sleep with them. If it weren't for Malfoy your wife would have a dozen lovers." She bored into his eyes again. "So if you can't accept that Malfoy took me, Harry, accept that I went willingly. Accept that your wife is a cheating slut. Accept that even for all that Malfoy's done he could only do it because the woman you love let him. Can you accept that?"
For the longest moment they just stared at each other, before Harry seemed to fold like a puppet with its strings cut. He went down with a hand to his forehead, and Ginny rushed to his side. He landed softly, and Harry just stared blankly away from her, his face an unreadable rictus. Finally, he spoke. "I can accept it. I think I finally have. The world's just a shit place. I don't have to like it, any of it, but what does that do? I could hate you but where would it get me?" He didn't seem to want or expect an answer to that, and Ginny didn't provide one.
One she felt the silence had gone on long enough Ginny spoke again. "I like cheating on you but that doesn't mean I don't love you or that I don't like being your wife. I definitely like having sex with you. Do you want to have sex with me again?"
Harry snorted. "I guess since this is a blatant question it's not another trick."
Ginny shook her head, red locks flying. "Nope."
"And I suppose you want me to ask Malfoy."
"You'll have to, Harry. It's the concubine magic. I'm his concubine; I can't just go having sex with people without his permission. That's not all anymore, though."
Harry just looked up at her. "What?" he asked, resignedly.
"I want us to perform the traditional concubinage ritual with my master. Tonight. And after all of this hassle I think I want to make my concubinage prime. I want to be Malfoy's concubine first and your wife second. That means I'll go to master to get my concubine garments off and you'll modify them. I think a swap should be good. You'll melt down my wedding ring and turn it into my new Malfoy medallion. And you'll turn the old bronze medallion into a new ring fashioned with a Malfoy design. All before tonight."
Harry breathed for a moment, and then… "Okay."
Ginny looked at him, surprised. "Okay?" she asked.
Harry shrugged. "What more can I do about it? I want my wife back and this is the price."
Ginny grinned at him. "I'd kiss you right now, but…" she trailed off with amused smile. "You'll grow to accept it, Harry. Certainly I'm one step closer to some of my two-bloke threesome ideas." The redhead grinned wickedly.
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Ginny seemed to have told Malfoy at least about some of their plans for the night, for Malfoy had come to visit Harry with a smirk on his face and Ginny's choker and wedding ring in his hands later that afternoon. Malfoy had said nothing as he handed the jewelry to Harry, and Harry, in turn, had said nothing to his wife's master, nor had made any acknowledgement that he was distressed at all by the proceedings. In addition to the choker and ring, his wife's master had also given him a small book of House Malfoy ring designs with a look that clearly said 'Pick a nice one.' Malfoy had left him quickly, saying something about Ginny being left needy, and Harry had been left alone with his thoughts.
Having some fair amount of money (not to mention fame), when Harry asked to get a short-range portkey to the nearest large wizarding town he had received it in less than ten minutes, with a smile to boot. Since he wasn't a local he asked the hotel staff where he might find a wizard who worked with metals, and by the time the portkey dumped him in the backwater wizarding village he was already walking in the direction he had been told the shop was in. It wasn't hard to find, as the shop would have dominated the village with its massive chimney if it weren't for the town clocktower, the church, or the town hall.
The whole process seemed to be over very quickly to Harry's mind. Most of the time he was wondering what Ginny was doing with Malfoy and how sexy it was and much of the rest of the time he was trying to get himself under control so that the wizarding blacksmith didn't notice his problem. The blacksmith didn't seem to like him very much — or at least not what Harry had asked of him — because he was constantly muttering under his breath, starting out with a rant in English about the British violating the sanctity of marital magic and devolving into an unintelligible spout of Italian. Nevertheless, the man worked diligently in his shop while Harry waited, and less than two hours later he was handing Harry a new, women's bronze wedding ring and a choker with a gold medallion on it emblazoned proudly with the Malfoy crest.
"Difficult job. Almost all charms swapped."
"Almost all?" Harry asked out of curiosity. The other wizard gave him a dead look.
"You feel it when your wife is pleasured, no? It burns you?"
Harry's face reddened. He didn't realize the wizard knew so much. "I… Well, yes, but…"
The wizard grunted, cutting him off. "No longer." Then he held out a beefy hand to Harry, and it took him a second to realize that the wizard wanted his payment. With a hurried apology, Harry dumped the coins into the man's hand, but the other wizard just eyed him evenly. Finally, he spoke again. "Your wife, she push for this?" he asked. Harry just stared at him uncomprehendingly. The blacksmith nodded to the ring and choker in his hand.
"Oh!" Harry exclaimed, then he felt embarrassed. "Yes."
"What about infidelity? She push for that also?"
"No!" Harry cried. "Well, not exactly, but she…"
The other wizard ignored the rest of his stuttering, nodding somberly. "Your wife went willingly then," he stated, and Harry nodded. Finally, with an air of wisdom born from long, stoic suffering, the blacksmith looked him in the eye. "Your wife?" he said to Harry. "She is a whore." Harry of longstanding instinct opened his mouth to disagree and shout at the man, but when he did so he could feel no words come out and no resolve within him to disagree. Instead he just nodded silently.
"She is," he finally agreed. "And I have to live with that." The blacksmith looked mildly perturbed but didn't bother correcting him, and when Harry felt there was no more left to say he nodded and left the shop. The walk back was one he didn't remember, and nor did he remember the portkey ride or the walk back through the resort. His first clear memory after getting his wife's new jewelry was seeing her smiling and pampered face appear in the door of their room. From the looks of things, Ginny had not had any visits from Malfoy despite what the man had said, and Harry's wife looked to be in the final stages of preparing herself for their date of sorts that evening. Her smile was warm and happy as Harry showed her her new ring and choker, but when he tried to hand them to her she told him to keep them 'for tonight.'
"Now, Harry," she said to him as she fixed her ear-rings. "I know you were going to come out with Malfoy and me, but if you really want us to have sex again you'll need to do some practice. Here," she said, shoving a book in her hand. "My master gave this to me. It has all the traditional wizarding sex rituals and how they're performed." At his look of curiosity, she elaborated. "Not the magic bits. This is all the stuff that goes along with it. Like vows or the bouquet at a wedding. I bookmarked the ritual we'll be using. I think it's good for our circumstances." Harry just nodded, and Ginny flashed him a bright smile. "Well," she said awkwardly, "I'll just be going. I'll return to our room after my date and then we'll go meet Malfoy." With that she left, and Harry was left reading a book on how to properly give his wife to his rival.
The time passed surprisingly quickly, and Harry had long since memorized the ritual Ginny wanted and had moved on to the rest of the book. The sheer variety of rituals almost took his breath away, and the fact that there were so many for every minutely different scenario had him closing his eyes in confusion. There were even, to his great perplexity, rituals for taking mothers, sisters, and daughters as concubines or wives. He'd have liked to say he thumbed quickly past those, but that would have been a lie. All in all, he found himself greatly aroused by the time Ginny returned, and when she looked at him he was slightly flushed.
"Didn't know you wanted to give me away that badly," Ginny teased, seeing him. "Did all the concubine rituals get you excited?"
"Let's just get this over with," Harry muttered, but Ginny stopped him with a hand.
"Harry, I want this to be perfect," she said. "You know what you're meant to do?"
"Yeah," he told her.
"Okay," she smiled at him. "I'll just go change."
It was longer than Harry was expecting before Ginny finally emerged, but when she did in was an outfit that made him rock hard in his trousers. Dressed only in lingerie, his wife was clad entirely in ethereal white. Up from her toes to her smooth, cream-colored thighs, crowned in white lace, were stockings so thin they almost looked to be made out of rice-paper. They certainly looked just as delicate — as if they would fall apart if Harry tried to move them from where they were cupping and caressing every gentle curve of his wife's sexy legs. High above them, almost around her waist, a wide band of soft, white fabric encircled her, completing the top of the thong she was wearing. At the front a strip of fabric somehow even thinner than Ginny's stockings swept downwards and disappeared between her legs, cupping her womanhood but leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Harry could even see how Ginny had shaved her pubic hairs the way her master preferred through the material, and seeing the strip of short, bright, red hairs that drew attention to his wife's opening in the most obvious way made his already painful erection throb with anticipation. By the end of the night — and it was sure to be a long night — his wife would be in his bed again. It took most of Harry's willpower not to rip the garments off Ginny and have her then and there. Only the feel of Ginny's concubine jewelry biting into his palm as his fists unconsciously clenched to lend him willpower — and the associated reminder that his wife was Malfoy's — stopped him from taking Malfoy's concubine.
Trailing his eyes up over her stomach, Harry was surprised to find no garter belt as Ginny had worn when they had gotten married, and after a few seconds' pondering concluded that her stockings were held up by magic. Above it, her bra, such as it was, consisted of a large strip of lace so transparent Harry would not have been able to tell it was there were it not for the opaque, white accents. It lifted his wife's breasts and left them more perky than usual, creating a perfect contour from her curving lower torso up to the delicious swell of her bosom. Ginny's husband could already see her painfully hard, pink nipples poking through the near-nonexistent fabric, and he wetted his lips as he saw how much more squeezable the garment made Malfoy concubine's breasts seem. Finally, his eyes followed the wire-thin silk straps of the bra up to where they criss-crossed to loop around the concubine's neck in a halterneck until they fell upon her face. Ginny was smiling beatifically at him, as if her getup was her natural state, her short, red bob framing her demure expression as a garment that was not-quite-a-veil and not-quite-a-wreath put a ring of diaphanous fabric around her head. With the bedroom's lights behind her it lit up almost like a halo. Grinning at him, his wife did a little twirl. "So," she asked, "do I look good enough to give away to another man?"
"Fuck, Gin," was all Harry could say.
Ginny giggled. "I'll take that as a 'yes.'"
"Gin, where…?" Harry started.
"This?" she asked, gesturing to the lingerie that looked as if it would melt right off her if she got even the slightest bit wet. "It's all new. It's the most special night of our marriage and Malfoy already used the lingerie from our wedding when he first took me." Harry, who hadn't known this information previously, stiffened at her words — and not just in posture. He felt his briefs grow damp as he leaked precum from his painfully hard erection, and cursed himself for not wearing boxers. If Ginny had seen his reaction she ignored it. "Anyway, it was bloody expensive. Do you know how much spellwork has to go into these to stop the fabric just falling apart?" Harry gave her a blank look, and Ginny rolled her eyes. "Anyway, I figured we could consider it sort of like a dowry. Money isn't usually given with a concubine, but sometimes it is; I thought it would be appropriate for our ritual."
Something tickled at Harry's brain. "You mean Malfoy didn't buy that for you?"
Ginny grinned deviously. "No, Harry. You bought this for your wife's bonding night. All of it." At her husband's stricken, bewildered look, Ginny cooed. "Oh, Harry, you're giving a concubine to a magical lord. You can't expect him to pay for her presentation. On top of that, you're giving away the lady of a magical lord; not clothing me appropriately for my bonding ritual would be an insult to our house." Nodding, Harry swallowed as he fought to keep down the emotions that had swirled within him. Giving him a sympathetic look, Ginny moved forward and grabbed his hand, bringing it to his stiff erection and running over it until it was straining. "He also," her hot breath whispered in his ear as he got closer and closer to his edge, "didn't buy the fertility potions we'll use tonight." Harry fought the orgasm that threatened to overwhelm him at his wife's words, and only barely did he win.
Daringly, Ginny leaned forward to stroke over her husband's manhood, and, being so close to the edge, Harry knew the stimulation would do him in. "Ginny, don't," he muttered, but his wife ignored him, pressing the palm of her hand roughly against his bulge. Just as he was about to go over, she withdrew and moved to the bed, picking up the white dress she had chosen for her presentation. Like her lingerie it too was thin and delicate, but unlike them it wasn't see-through and skin-tight. It hugged her form, but was loose enough for Ginny to pull up over her hips and not bunch on and around her underwear. Of course, Harry reflected, magic probably had something to do with it, as the dress shrunk and fit itself to Ginny's body. By the end it covered her, but revealed just enough to be the most tantalizing thing he had ever seen his wife wear. The hem hung to just below her knees, and as Harry was staring at them Ginny slipped her stocking-clad feet into a pair of white, flat-soled shoes. She looked as innocent and radiant as a virgin bride. With a final, impish smirk, his wife leaned forward to give him an excellent view of her soft, expansive, and well-presented cleavage, and Harry felt himself cum with a grunt. Wetness filled his briefs, and Ginny smirked, standing upright again.
With a flick of her wand, the wetness in Harry's trousers vanished. "Good thing we got that out of the way before the ritual," Ginny remarked. "Wouldn't do to have you cum in the middle of it." She looked him up and down again, evaluatingly. "I suppose you don't have time to change, but this is more about the wife anyway. Should we get going then? Master's waiting for me. I was able to tide him over at dinner, but, well…" She smiled bashfully, and Harry's head was filled with images of what his wife might have done to sexually satisfy her master.
"Yeah," he replied, voice rough from orgasm. He coughed. "Let's go." He stood, and Ginny smiled before linking arms with him. Harry made sure to grab their room key and lock the room (not that it was really necessary) before they left, and then they made their way down the halls to Malfoy's room in silence. The few people they saw on the way gave them knowing (and some disgusted) looks as they went, but Harry did his best to ignore them. Ginny, he saw, didn't even have to try, as it seemed she was too lost in her excitement. His wife was almost bouncing as they walked, and for the first time Harry wondered how he could have ever missed this side of his wife. Perhaps it was an effect of the ritual, he thought, the old anger coming back before he let it go. Then again, perhaps it was just the Ginny's penchant for breaking taboos extended to the sexual realm as well. In the end, did it really matter?
Harry was so lost in his thoughts that he would have walked right past Malfoy's room if Ginny hadn't tugged on his elbow, giving him a disappointed look. He just shrugged in return. Being lost in his thoughts, however, had allowed Harry to remain relatively calm about the situation. Now that he was at Malfoy's door and fully aware of what was about to happen he felt nerves overtake him. He had only reluctantly grown accustomed — perhaps desensitized was a better word — to his wife sleeping with Malfoy, but now that he was about to present her to him and condone their relationship? Suddenly he felt a surge of emotions, not all of which he could identify. His stomach swirled and burned and his hands shook. Waves of physical weakness seemed to wash over him. He was only too aware of his heart thumping loudly in his ears and against his chest. In the end, the only thing he was able to positively identify wasn't that he was scared, or excited, or nervous, or aroused but that he was pumped full of adrenalin. It was though his body had decided to make him hyperaware of everything about to happen.
Taking a moment to catch his breath and steady himself, Harry ignored the look he knew Ginny was giving him. Instead he blindly grasped her hand while with his other he took ahold of the doorknob. Bracing himself, Harry knocked on the door, disappointed when there was a response of "Come in." Without preempt — though he did glance at Ginny — Harry opened the door and walked into Malfoy's room, pulling his wife gently behind him. The couple were greeted to the sight of Ginny's master lying naked on his large, silken bed amidst a scattering of rose petals. Candles were lit throughout the room and Harry spied a set of potion vials on one of the bedside tables as he averted his eyes from Malfoy's naked form. Malfoy, who had been absently reading a book, looked up upon their entrance. "Gin, I–––" he started, before realizing Harry was there as well. For a second surprise was evident on his face, then embarrassment, before Malfoy pulled one of the bed covers over his midsection. "Potter!" he exclaimed, and Harry turned from where he had been avoiding looking at the blond. "What are you doing here?" he asked, and then his eyes fell upon Ginny and the way she was dressed. His expression turned sly. "I didn't realize you actually wanted to see your wife fuck the man prefers."
Ignoring the insult, Harry instead addressed him as the ceremony required, and Malfoy stiffened, posture changing. "Lord Malfoy, I have done grave wrongs against the wizarding world. For these wrongs, the Wizengamot has declared that I should recompense the House of Malfoy in the wizarding world's stead. I am here to offer that recompense." For a long moment the other wizard was silent, and Harry could see his brain racing as he went to remember the words of the ceremony that he had probably been taught since his teen years.
"The House of Malfoy acknowledges the transgressions of the House of Potter," Malfoy said slowly, as though testing the words in his mouth before saying them. "And acknowledges the House of Potter's desire to repay. However, there is nothing under the law with which you could make up for your crimes."
It was like a play, Harry thought. "Perhaps the House of Potter could gift the House of Malfoy a concubine, in accordance with the old ways?"
"The old ways are old for a reason. I cannot take the woman of a noble house as a concubine."
Harry stared at him intensely; green eyes met blue. "I insist. How else could my house repay yours?"
"I have no need for a daughter of Potter, and you have none."
This was it, Harry thought. His lips were suddenly dry, and he licked them self-consciously. "Then perhaps, Lord Malfoy, you would take my wife as a concubine?"
As was required by the ceremony, both Ginny and Malfoy drew in a breath, and Ginny looked at him shocked. "My lord husband, no! I am faithful to you! I will not lay with another man but you!"
Harry silenced her with a flick of his wand as the ritual had said to do. "You are my wife and if I see fit that you should become the concubine of another man you will become the concubine of another man."
"Your wife is in the right, nevertheless," Malfoy said. "The magical rite of marriage is sacred. I cannot take your wife as a concubine."
The next part killed Harry to say. He had faced Voldemort, and he supposed it was only through a strength similar to that by which he managed to persevere through it. "There is no other way to repay. Please, Lord Malfoy, reconsider. Take my wife for your own."
"I cannot violate a marriage so."
"Please, lord, I am offering you my wife! There can be no greater gift a man can give. Please, my wife must be yours to fulfill the obligations of my house. Take my wife as your concubine, I beg you. Any children she bears will be as my own. Please, lord, my wife is yours to take. Take her! Make her your concubine, and consider the House of Potter's debt fulfilled."
Malfoy's look turned considering. "And why should I want your wife?" he asked.
'Because you made it clear you did,' was the first thing to enter Harry's head. 'Because she's bloody hot,' was the second thing, 'Because she wants you,' the third thing, and 'Because you want to fuck Harry Potter's wife,' the fourth thing. Harry said none of them however, sticking to the loosely memorized script. "Because she is a desirable woman, lord. She is young, beautiful, and fertile, and she is of excellent blood. She would make an excellent concubine." Swallowing hard, Harry brought his sexy wife closer to himself, tapping his wand to her dress so that it loosened, allowing him to slide the straps off her shoulders and slowly pull the dress off her, slowly revealing more and more of her scantily clad body to Malfoy's gaze.
Malfoy openly drank in the sight of a Ginny clearly ready to be fucked. He looked as though he wanted to tear the delicate lingerie off her body and take her right there, but something held him back. Perhaps it was custom, Harry thought, or perhaps it was merely the long awaited satisfaction of having Harry finally give Ginny to him. Whatever it was, he supposed it didn't really matter. "I will admit," the blond said hoarsely, "that I greatly desire her."
As eagerly as the ceremony required and no more, Harry responded. "She is yours, lord. Take her as your concubine and fulfill our obligations." With that he moved to bring Ginny to Malfoy, but the blond held up his hand.
"No, I am not yet convinced. Undress her further and show her to me, then I will decide if I wish to bed her."
"Of course, lord," Harry replied, before he moved behind his wife — who was standing front-on to Malfoy on the bed and staring into his eyes while she bit her lip — and took off the almost-veil crowning her head. This he carefully placed on top of her dress, which he had laid next to the bed on a chair, before moving down to her thighs. Being so close in proximity to her womanhood, Harry got immediately a strong whiff of his wife's arousal and felt his own groin (which had yet to go soft) go slightly damp with precum in response. Taking a moment to regain his bearings, Harry moved from the band of white elastic that held up the last protection of his wife's dignity that he longed to pull down and instead went to the lacy tops of her stockings. With agonizing slowness he pulled first one stocking and then the other down his wife's long legs, taking his time to admire their tone, their delicious paleness, and their absolute smoothness. All too soon, however, Ginny was standing in only her bra and panties before Malfoy, almost naked except for the strips of light, translucent fabric cupping her breasts and womanhood.
"Naked," Malfoy said hoarsely, the bulge beneath the thin sheets indicating he was as painfully hard as Harry was. "Show me your wife naked. Remove the last of her garments; as she was on her wedding night make her be for me, as she was as a virgin." By this point Harry couldn't take it anymore and wanted to have Ginny naked as much as Malfoy did — though for different reasons, he was sure — and almost eagerly stood to move behind her back. With trembling fingers he undid the clasp on her bra, and then he reached up to the loop around her neck. Harry quickly pulled the halterneck up over her short hair and finally pulled the bra completely off, revealing his wife's bosom to her extramarital lover. Finally, he moved down to her sheer panties. Mouth dry, Harry hooked his thumbs in the wide band that held the thong up and pulled it down over his wife's hips. Gently the diaphanous fabric was pulled down her legs until Ginny stepped out of them, and then Harry's wife was just as naked as Malfoy was.
Harry stood, again behind her, merely reveling in being so close to his wife's naked body that had been denied to him for so long. He drank up her exposed flesh, her concubinage-enhanced curves, her scent that was agonizingly arousing, and the fact that her wet entrance was right there. It was so close, and Harry knew that if he moved just a little he could free his erection and push into her. Just a small movement, just a moment, and Ginny could be his again, as she was always meant to be. He would have his wife any way he wanted, enjoy her as only he was supposed to, ravish her, impregnate her and all he would have to do was…
Ginny's voice broke his trance. "Time to give me to another man, Harry," she murmured quietly, turning her head ever so slightly to give him a look that was part-aroused and part-annoyed. All of a sudden Harry remembered that it was Malfoy that his wife was meant to––– er… going to be sleeping with; Malfoy who his naked wife was meant to be given to; and Malfoy who would give them their first child, starting tonight.
As though he had been reading Harry's thoughts, Malfoy spoke abruptly. "Lord Potter, I have decided that I will indeed take your wife and bind her as my concubine. Bring her to me so that we may consummate her new status." In a daze, Harry moved to Ginny's side and took one of her hands in his own while his other hand went around her naked waist. With slow movements — he couldn't quite believe he was actually doing this — he moved his wife around the side of the bed that Malfoy didn't occupy and moved to help her onto it. Ginny, though, elbowed him.
"Potions, Harry," she hissed at him, not unkindly, and belatedly Harry remembered the fertility potions. With a regretful look at his wife's unswelled stomach and a muffled sigh, Harry grabbed the glittering white potions off the bedside table, handed one to Malfoy, then unstoppered one and brought it to his wife's lips, their eyes staring into each other's as she downed it. That done, Harry looked at Ginny in case he had forgotten anything else, and she rolled her eyes. "Ring," she murmured, turning to gaze hungrily at Malfoy as he downed the potion and her husband searched around for her new rings. Finally he found them, and Malfoy's eyes widened when he saw them. The blond looked at Ginny with no small amount of wonder, and she smiled fondly at him. Their moment was broken when Harry took Ginny's hand.
"By giving my wife's ring to you I bind her fidelity, her body to you," Harry murmured, slipping the bronze band onto her right ring finger. There was a faint glow in the ring as it slid home. Next, Harry took the choker with the gold medallion and wrapped it around his wife's neck. Unlike when he had first given Ginny to Malfoy at the Ministry, Harry did not have to move his wife's hair out of the way to fasten it now that Ginny had cut it. "By binding my wife with your mark, lord, I bind her mind to you." Finally, he helped his wife onto the bed next to Malfoy and placed the hand he had been holding in Malfoy's own. "By giving you, lord, my wife's hand I bind her heart and soul to you." All this done, Harry said the final words of the ceremony. "I, Lord Harry Potter, hereby give Lady Ginevra Potter of the House of Potter, wife of Lord Harry Potter, as a concubine to Lord Draco Malfoy of the House of Malfoy, for now and evermore. May she fulfill his desires more greatly than she has fulfilled mine and may the union of Lord Malfoy and Lady Potter prove fruitful as all concubinages should. Furthermore, I propose Lady Potter's concubinage become prime; that she be considered first and foremost a concubine of the Lord Malfoy and secondly and less important a wife of the Lord Potter; that in all things she fulfill his will before mine; that she bear his children before mine; that she be known as Malfoy Concubine before Potter Wife. What say you, Lord Malfoy?"
Eagerly, Malfoy responded. "I, Lord Draco Malfoy, hereby accept Lady Ginevra Potter of the House of Potter, wife of Lord Harry Potter, as a concubine of Lord Draco Malfoy of the House of Malfoy, for now and evermore. May our union prove fruitful. Furthermore, I accept your proposal that your wife, henceforth, be known first as my concubine and secondly and lesser as wife to you." That said, Harry's rival removed the garment covering him and shifted to position himself over Harry's naked wife, his manhood pointing straight at her womanhood.
Ginny looked at him as Malfoy leaned over her naked body. "My lord husband, will you not answer this last plea of your wife to remain only yours?" Harry shook his head. "Then, if you will not honor my wedding vows by keeping me faithful, perhaps you would absolve me of the sin of my adultery by blessing this union? Bless your wife laying with Lord Malfoy? Bless Lord Malfoy having your wife?"
A lump in his throat, Harry choked out "Lady Ginevra Potter, wife of Lord Harry Potter, I bless your concubinage to Lord Malfoy. I bless your giving yourself to him. I bless his taking you as I have. I absolve you of your sin; the burden of your adultery is mine alone to bear. Let it trouble you no more than you are an unfaithful wife." With that, Malfoy entered Harry's wife, and Ginny gasped in unrestrained pleasure as tears of joy slid down her cheeks.
As Malfoy began moving against her and Harry watched his rival ravage his wife, he stared down into Ginny's bright brown eyes as she stared up at him. His wife's naked body wrapped around another man as she cheated in front of her husband, Ginny mouthed words to him. 'Thank you, thank you,' she silently said as she began bucking against Malfoy's groin before Harry's rival hit a particularly pleasurable spot within her and she closed her eyes, moaning and reaching to wrap her arms around his back and head and draw him closer to her.
As Malfoy and Ginny settled into a rather wild routine of lovemaking that had Harry's wife bouncing off the bed as her shapely rear was repeatedly pushed into it every time her lover forcefully entered her, Harry moved to settle himself in the chair he had draped Ginny's… ceremonial garments. It wasn't that he particularly wanted to watch Malfoy ravage his concubine and get her pregnant, but on the other hand he wanted to have Ginny back in his own bed as soon as possible. If watching his wife get impregnated by another man was the cost so be it.
…That was what he told himself, at least. Truth be told, there was a part of him — a very small part, to be sure — that found himself getting aroused by watching his wife eagerly have fun in bed with Malfoy. Perhaps it was simply his almost crippling sex-deprivation or the fact that Ginny had always managed to arouse him no matter what she was doing. Harry would have liked to think so. After many months of becoming accustomed to his wife sleeping with his rival, however, he had a sneaking suspicion that it wasn't merely what Ginny's new situation did to him that got him aroused. Still, he diligently pretended it was merely a learned reaction from many years of experiencing exactly what sort of noises Ginny could make.
"Oohhhhh," Malfoy's concubine cried. "Oh, Merlin!" She was wrapping her legs around the blond wizard and bringing him closer to her, and the two moved eagerly to consummate and cement their now fully accepted status as master and concubine. Malfoy, especially, seemed almost determined to complete the ritual as fast as possible, for he was slamming himself into his concubine at an almost desperate pace, one that Harry thought even looked painful to Ginny. Not that he could tell by looking at her. She seemed to be having the time of her life.
Finally the two drew close, kissing each other feverishly, before Malfoy slid himself home into Harry's wife, obviously filling her with a great cry. Ginny herself seemed to be weeping what Harry would almost call tears of orgasmic bliss as she came with her master, and he was surprised himself to find his cock twitching a spurting a minor amount of cum as he orgasmed with the new couple. The three of them glowed with a bright light that seemed to rob Harry of something, leaving him diminished, when it left. Harry knew after months and months the bond was finally complete. Ginny was Malfoy's. Echoing his thoughts, Malfoy struggled with his voice but nonetheless proclaimed "I now pronounce you Concubine Mrs. Ginevra Malfoy, Lady of the House of Potter." Ginny's eyes were full of tears again, but Harry was more reminded of when they had been married than any actual sadness. His wife seemed to confirm this when she planted a soft kiss on her master, pulling him down to her naked body so they could share shallow kisses.
Soon Malfoy shifted positions so he was lying next to Ginny on the bed, trading kisses still, and Harry watched as Ginny shared affections with her master that she had before only ever shared with him. Soon his wife again reached down to her master's manhood and began to stroke it, never stopping their kiss, and Harry watched, fascinated, as the girl he loved got another man erect to fuck her. Finally, Malfoy was again erect and ready to shag his concubine (was Harry wrong in thinking it looked bigger than his?) and Ginny broke the kiss. In complete silence but with kisses and soft touches containing a tenderness between master and concubine that smote Harry's heart, Malfoy had his concubine role over onto her stomach and then put herself on all fours, ready for him and looking back lovingly. For a brief moment while Ginny's master shuffled around behind her her newly-grey eyes connected with Harry's and she gave him a small, indecipherable smile. Then it was gone as her eyes flicked to her master's cock positioning to take her, and there was such a look on her face that Harry finally understood.
All the little gestures, the small signs, and simple tells came together in his mind. The puzzle pieces of his wife's behavior arranged themselves in Harry's mind, and he finally understood that when she had told her master that she loved him she hadn't been lying. Harry's wife was in love with another man. Somehow, some way, Ginny loved Malfoy as she (had?) loved him. Now he understood that he was the only one who had ever really had a problem with Ginny's concubinage. He really had completed the ritual, Harry reflected. Ginny was Malfoy's now. Mind and body, heart and soul. Though bitterness and jealousy he himself had given his wife to his rival, first in heart, then in soul, then in mind, and now, finally, in body. As surely as the magic had he had bound his wife to another man. Malfoy had not taken his wife; he had prompted Harry to give her to him. His wife was Malfoy's now.
No, Harry reflected. Not his wife. Not really; not anymore. Ginny was less his wife now. Harry was simply married to Malfoy's concubine.
A mewl from said concubine brought Harry's attention back to the bed, where he saw Malfoy was again savoring his woman. He was trailing his manhood all over Ginny's rear, rubbing it up and down her wet slit, trailing a mix of precum and the redhead's wetness over her firm cheeks, and even leaving a puddle on the small of her back as he laid his large cock over her spine. Finally, he took pity on his concubine and gave Harry his best view yet of his wife being taken as a concubine as with one hand he guided himself to her dripping entrance, whereupon he thrust into her. "Yes!" Ginny cried, immediately beginning to buck against her master so that it was less him fucking her and more her fucking herself on him.
For a time Malfoy seemed to tolerate Ginny attempting to impregnate herself on him, but quickly he grew dissatisfied and grabbed his concubine's hips roughly, slamming himself into her so that Ginny was almost smacking against the headboard. This new fucking was wild and rough where their previous had been passionate and intimate, and Harry's mind was left in no doubt that where before the sex had been about completing the bond this was about Malfoy violently claiming and impregnating another man's wife. Nothing seemed out of bounds for Malfoy as he shagged Ginny, intermittently hitting, slapping, pinching, and choking her, as if to prove to Harry that he could do absolutely anything he wanted to his wife.
"Oh, master, I'm so close!" Ginny cried, looking back over her shoulder. "So close, master!" In response, Malfoy pulled her hair, forcing Ginny backwards and almost choking her. At the same time he slapped her arse as he pounded against it, causing Ginny to moan in pleasure. "Yes! Like that! Dominate your little slut, master! Make her take you! She's yours! She's so close! Please, master! Draco! Draco! Dominate your little slut of a concubine!"
Just as the pair seemed to close in on orgasm and Harry was sure he was about to witness his wife's impregnation, however, Malfoy reached in front of Ginny's thigh so he could get to her womanhood without pounding against his hand and sharply tweaked her clitoris. With a shriek, Ginny came all over her master's still erect manhood, shouting pleasure and obscenities as she orgasmed beautifully for her master. Harry was surprised to see that Malfoy had not come yet, but he understood more fully when Malfoy withdrew himself from his concubine and laid upon the bed while Ginny rolled over and sat up, maneuvering herself with a pleased smile on her face as she moved to straddle her master. Malfoy intended for Ginny to get herself pregnant!
His manhood straight up in the air, the redhead had no problem placing it at her entrance and sliding down in a single stroke with a satisfied hum as she was filled. For a moment she sat like that, straddling her master's hips, before she began to move. Slowly at first with little bounces, but soon she had built up a great tempo and was throwing herself wildly about in her master's lap as he skewered her. As she bounced wildly on top of him, hair flying, Harry could finally see that hand-shaped bruises had been left on her hips.
Ginny seemed not to have noticed them, for she seemed to be experiencing nothing but pleasure as she bucked against and rode her master, making crude talk to either him or her husband interrupted only by extra-pleasurable moments and moaning. Her knees she brought in until they were close by either side while her hands she placed on his chest until she had total control of her shagging. "Get me pregnant, get me pregnant," Ginny chanted as she rode him, eyes closed in bliss. "Get me pregnant in front of my husband."
Ginny was working her master over with every trick she knew, Harry could see, trying to coax orgasm out of him. Closer and closer they got as Harry watched the concubine's sexy, smooth back ride up and down in powerful motions, twisting and bending with toned muscles. There was no doubt Malfoy had chosen his concubine well, and watching the dance of Ginny's curves had Harry almost painfully erect. He almost couldn't wait a moment to get her back into his bed.
Ginny's bounces were getting quicker as she impaled herself repeatedly on her master's cock, and Malfoy's moans grew as the two got close. Closer and closer, stroke by stroke, Ginny worked for her master's orgasm. She seemed almost painfully intense, coming close to losing control as she pressed herself closer and closer into the other wizard until it was almost less like she was bouncing atop him and more rolling her hips back and forth so that Malfoy's erection speared in and out of her. Just when Harry thought he couldn't take anymore, Malfoy let forth a cry while Ginny joined him and the two embraced as Ginny buried her master's cock into her greedy quim, spurting Malfoy's seed into her fertile womb. As the extramarital lovers embraced a soft glow filled the room, and Ginny rolled over so that her master slid out of her. As all three of them could see, there was a warm, magical glow just above her abused womanhood. Finally, Malfoy stated the obvious.
"Your wife is pregnant, Lord Potter."
"So I see," Harry replied. There were some words but he could not remember them. "I am glad for my firstborn's entry to the world." For her part, Ginny merely sat stroking her belly and its fading light with a look of distant wonder on her face, and Harry wondered how long she would sit doing so. Finally he could stand it no longer and said the words he knew he should have said months before. "Lord Malfoy, I request permission to bed your concubine, the Lady Potter."
Ginny looked up at him rapidly, but Harry's eyes sat boring into Malfoy's. A strange look onto the blond's face, and he replied "I hereby grant you permission to sleep with my concubine, Ginny Malfoy."
Fast and eagerly, for he was beyond caring, Harry went to gather his wife to himself and walked her to the other bed, beholding her naked body so close to his own. Finally turning to her, he could do nothing but stare at her beautiful face. How long had he dreamed of this? Too long, he decided, and kissed his wife. It felt so good being able to kiss Ginny again that he almost wept, and Ginny could only stare at him when he broke the kiss. "You're mine again, Gin," Harry whispered almost reverently. "Mrs. Potter."
"Mrs. Malfoy. My name is Malfoy," Ginny reminded her husband. "My only name of Potter is the title Lady Potter."
That gave Harry pause, but then he decided it didn't matter. For the first time it didn't matter that Ginny was unfaithful. It didn't matter that she slept with his rival — slept with his rival more than with him. It didn't matter that she would pick her master over him; that she would leap from his husbandly embrace to service her master's slightest sexual whim. It didn't matter that she had broken her promise to hate bedding another man. It didn't matter that she had spurned him and defied him in pursuit of his acceptance of her status. It didn't even matter that she was newly pregnant with a bastard of Malfoy's loins that would legally be his own. For in that moment, it was though none of it had happened and Ginny, the woman who, despite all of it, he still loved, was all his again.
With the eagerness of a schoolboy he laid his wife upon the bed, kissing her tenderly and stroking all over her body. As he did so, he clumsily disrobed himself until he was standing naked, whereupon he crawled onto the bed and between his wife's spread legs. He needed no help getting erect, and soon his tip was at her defiled entrance. Then, for the first time in many months, Harry sank into his wife — his newly pregnant wife — and almost felt himself come on the spot. He sank into the warm wetness of a woman completely taken from him and it was the most wonderful feeling in the world.
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