"We have a problem," he whispered, and Ginny froze. She couldn't imagine what he was thinking about with his body pressing against hers.
"W-what problem?" Ginny whispered helplessly.
"I'm overdressed," he said. Ginny wanted to argue against that. The situation was already developing dangerously without adding another complication like that. But, as he got rid of his shirt, revealing his chest, her planned words died quickly. Instead, she leaned back, feeling his presence against her back.
The sensation was incredible, though not as much as what had followed. A quick shimmy later, he got rid of his pants, and his naked shaft buried into her ass, her transparent outfit the only thing between them. It might as well not exist, she thought. "Now, you're overdressed," he commented.
Her outfit was almost invisible, but still, Ginny found it very difficult to get rid of it. It felt like a step she wasn't ready to. "Please," she found herself whispering.
"Alright, but give me something else, my pretty redhead," he whispered, his voice sharp, confident. His confidence was the biggest turn-on for Ginny, with just a touch of earned arrogance. She felt her control disappear, arousal invading her body.
"How about this?" Ginny offered, not hesitating as she dropped onto her knees, turning her back against the mirror. Losing the beautiful reflection was sad, but the monster that filled her field of vision compensated for it quickly.
"Amazing," she whispered, her eyes wide, her jaw already parting.
"Why don't you show that amazing tool the attention it needs," he said, and even as he said so, he grabbed her head, but didn't pull her forward. Instead, he spoke again. "Unless you can't handle the full length, of course."
Ginny threw an angry glare at him, though glad for the way he framed it. She had always been competitive, and it was much better to gather her courage if she treated the event as a challenge.
A challenge indeed, she thought as she lowered her gaze to his length, taking note of its dimensions. Then, she took a deep breath, and pushed forward. She parted her jaws large, which was a must, as she could feel his presence doing the impossible, and growing even larger in her mouth.
Enough to cut her breathing. She found herself gagging as she tried to take him into her throat, only to fail several times in a row. It was much harder than Lavender made her believe when she talked about it.
"Disappointing," he murmured. "I thought you were going to … forget about it."
His words hit her hard like a rabid dragon, her sense of challenge burning hard. She grabbed his legs and pulled hard, using the leverage to break her own resistance. She closed her eyes, ignoring the sensation of time as she pushed back and forth, forcing him into the back of her throat.
She kept a fantastic pace, even if it exhausted her. Only when she heard a grunt, she pulled back, smirking victoriously with her bruised lips. "How about this for a challenge," she uttered, treating it the same way a Quidditch seeker fights. She was incapable of doing anything else, not without collapsing in shame.
"Not bad for a warm-up," he said, and she froze. His hands landed on her head once more. "Open wide."
Despite knowing what was about to arrive, Ginny obeyed, opening her mouth. He invaded, pushing deep in one move, invading her throat just as much. Then, he pushed even further, forcing her to take his cock deeper than she had managed … and far faster.
She found herself being slammed in the throat repeatedly, mercilessly, in a way that might have made her worried about her health if it wasn't for the existence of the medical charms.
Her hands were still on his legs, but clutching them didn't help as he fucked her face mercilessly. She felt her focus drift as she noticed the way her naked breasts bounced, her nightie not providing even the slightest support, jiggling with the force he applied.
Ginny didn't say anything about that, too busy choking and gagging on his cock, getting wetter by the second. She had never felt being dominated like this … nor did she imagine actually liking it. Maybe she had been using the wrong choice, teasing the boys rather than letting them go free.
Or maybe not, she corrected as he strengthened his grip on her hair like he felt what she had been thinking. She certainly couldn't imagine any boy in Hogwarts that actually dared to take control like that with her reputation for being quick to hex.
She abandoned her control, focusing on the wetness dripping down her legs. She was driving close to a climax, and she might even be helped by her own hands … if she didn't need to hold on for her dear life…
So, when he suddenly pulled back, she found herself unsatisfied … but rather than complaining about that, she focused on breathing. She could complain about that once she caught her breath.
"Are you ready for the next step?" he asked.
Ginny froze at the realization of what the next step was. "B-bed?" she whispered.
"No," he answered, and Ginny froze. Technically, she should have relaxed realizing he wasn't going to take that last step, but she only felt a deep disappointment. But, that moment, he tightened his hold over her hair, and the other hand grabbed her arm, forcing her to stand upright.
He made her turn, and, unbalanced, she leaned against the mirror … and he was right behind her. "Why bother going all the way to the bed and waste time," he whispered as he pulled, her dress ripping easily.
And, just like that, she was completely naked.
It shouldn't make a difference considering how thin her dress was … but still, it made a difference. Her dress was her only shield. A weak, transparent shield, but a shield nonetheless. She was bereft of it.
Even more, she was leaning against the mirror, looking at her own reflection, with no hope to mislead herself about the expression on her face as he slid inside her … taking her virginity.
Ginny didn't resist, nor did she try to slow him down, not even when he pulled back, only to push again, inserting even deeper into her. "Damn, girl, you're tight," he said, his tone lacking any kind of softness, sharp and domineering.
Yet, Ginny felt impossible to find any fault in that. And even if she did, she couldn't tell him that, not with her throat busy making other sounds. Sounds like moans, cries, and howls…
His size invaded her, his girth forcing her to accommodate his presence mercilessly. A challenge that she should despise, but somehow loved instead. "Harder," she found herself gasping.
"Oh, what a surprise," he said, and before she could register what he was doing, his hand landed on her ass three times, each spank harder than the last. Pain jolted her, but it also acted as fuel to her pleasure, scorching her with need.
And need, she had, even as he pulled her hair, yanking her head back with every thrust, or the spanks that continued to land on her ass rhythmically to fit the pace of the depraved dance she was having.
She examined her reflection in the mirror, unable to believe the sight; her eyes crossed, her tongue out of her mouth, her skin flushed red. How could it feel this good, she questioned.
Perhaps that was why people obsessed with sex … though she wouldn't believe it if they told her that any other man could match Harry Potter. She didn't have much experience to compare, but sometimes, that was not needed.
Sometimes, the truth was just obvious … as obvious as her reflection in the mirror. She abandoned herself to the ecstasy, ignoring the long-term implications of what was happening to swim in the pleasure he was generously providing her.
She gasped and squealed as he continued to fuck her from behind, her moans getting rougher as her throat started to get challenged. She was glad that the room had good sound isolation — guaranteed by the waitress several times as she said to enjoy her honeymoon.
Ginny had teased her then, enjoying that as an inside joke. After all, marriage was just their cover story, one that didn't even make much sense.
It turned out, unlike the marriage, the honeymoon aspect was real … very much real, Ginny thought as the pleasure built up, her cries getting high enough to turn into an unintelligible mess. She knew she was supposed to keep her wits about her to protect him against any wizard that might arrive … but she focused on the way his cock stirred her insides and drove her insane.
Insane enough that, when he let out a particularly savage grunt exploded inside her, she just moaned as it triggered her own orgasm, far more explosive than anything else she had felt in her life. No protest, no complaint.
Just moans, even as her legs lost their strength and she collapsed. He grabbed her, carrying her to her bed.
She doubted that it was to help her rest.