LaurenStantonIs requested a follow up to Chapter 27 where Hinny are trying to get pregnant. Essentially making this a shameless smut chapter.
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Crossing Our Fingers
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"Come on, Harry, you know you want to!" she begged. "Only a few more moments and you'll feel a world better."
"Ginny!" he pleaded.
"Yeessss?"
"Ginny, please."
"Please what, Harry? Do you want more? Harder? Faster?"
"Fuck!" he groaned loudly and grasped her hips, digging his nails in as his body finally let go.
"Good boy," she purred. "I thought I'd need to bite you again for encouragement."
There was a chuckle in her voice, like she didn't realize how difficult this was becoming for him.
You tell a man that for three straight days he is going to be shagging and getting shagged incessantly and it sounds like his dreams are about to come true. Now they were only on day two and he was drained, drained of energy and drained of fluids.
"You are going to need to come up with something very kinky in order to get anything more out of me," he panted.
Last night they had been at each others throats about her fan mail, but now he was over it, because if he brought it up again she would likely tie him up and keep finding ways to get him hard again and he just didn't have the energy for it.
Her crazy obsessed fan had no idea who they were dealing with. His wife was a torturer; a sexy, hot torturer who got her way no matter what. She'd got him to perform twice last night before they fell asleep, then once again in the middle of the night, then twice this morning. Each time it was becoming more and more difficult for him to live up to his expectations.
"Not to worry about that," she told him as she started kissing down his neck. "I've barely used my mouth on you at all." Her tongue traced a circle over his collar as she said that and he groaned, both because it sounded so pleasing and so exhausting.
"I never realized that getting hard was a chore until now."
"Oh, buck up soldier," she said as she sat up. "I was the one riding you that time so you could have a break. And I'll allow you a real break for the next few hours while we fuel up." She eased herself off of him then and he let out a long moan as she did, then lay her feet up on the headboard with a pillow under her lower back.
He was so sore, his little soldier was going to need a salve or something, there was still two more days of this.
With all the warnings that had been given to them about unplanned pregnancies throughout their teen years, he'd not been prepared for all this business of working toward a pregnancy. Everyone in the family that had wound up with child, it had always sounded like they did it effortlessly, or it was a surprise. Yet, here they were with Ginny's books and schedule and tests where she needed to check her temperature and lady business.
"Did one of the books mention potions that are supposed to make it easier to have a kid?" he asked, not having found the energy to move yet. He needed sustenance, but didn't have the energy to go in search of it, let alone be responsible for making it. "Oh, can we go out for breakfast? Somewhere Muggle for a Full English?"
She laughed. "Yes, food that doesn't require a mess in the kitchen sounds lovely. And yes, there are spells that can help with a witch getting pregnant, but they tend to result in multiple babies so I haven't resorted to them yet."
"Multiple babies sounds nice. I've got two arms to hold them in. And we talked about having three or four eventually."
"Yes, well these spells could land us with three or four all in one go. I'd rather not destroy my body with that gamble, thank you."
"Whew, okay, maybe we'll wait until around this time next year if we're going to use that option," he agreed. He figured he might be able to manage two babies at one time, but three or four? The only practice he had with a baby had been with Teddy or his nieces and nephews, and those were only for a few hours at a time.
Once he found the strength, he made it to the shower, and was joined by Ginny before he was done washing up. She was trying to work her wiles and get him hard again, but he was still too drained to show just how interested in her body he was, and he was fucking starving by now.
After breakfast she said she needed to run an errand and would meet him at home. He asked no further questions because he really wanted a nap.
It was a good thing they went out for breakfast, because the first thing he saw when he got into the kitchen was his fan mail that she had pulled down from the top of the fridge the night before and it put him right back into the mindset of the fight they'd had.
Ginny Weasley. He should have married her before she started playing professionally, then they'd all be calling her Ginny Potter and it would be one less thing for him to get pissed off about.
She was right though, she'd done exactly what he would have told her to do if she'd brought the letter to him first. She was a public figure and she was going to have fans that crossed the line into being obsessed with her. If putting a ring on her finger wasn't enough, then maybe putting a baby in her would do the trick to get those fans to ease off.
He looked down at his crotch as he rested his hands on the counter. "You've got more work to do, so you'll just have to deal for the next two days."
He started tidying up the kitchen and moved the fan letters he'd kept, in case he needed them as evidence, to a different place, one tucked more out of the way.
Ginny came home about an hour later.
"What did you get up to?" he asked, seeing the dark plastic bags she was carrying.
"Oh, just this and that," she grinned. "I picked up an outfit for myself and a some… encouragement."
"Er, encouragement?"
She couldn't mean that she wanted him to go another round right now, did she?
He didn't have to wonder over that for long. She set the bag down and took off her coat, then shimmied down her trousers and took off her top, then retrieved a little hat from the bag and stood before him in a sexy nurses outfit.
That's it, he was married to a Succubus. She was going to drain him of all of his life's blood and leave him completely useless.
She'd dressed up in sexy outfits for him before, but never in a costume.
"I felt really bad about how I bit you last night," she said slowly and started sauntering toward him, her legs crossing in front of each other as she did which amplified the curve of her hips. "And I know I've been leaving you feeling so… drained." This she said when she was close enough to him to trail her hand down his front and fondle him gently through his trousers. "You should let nurse Ginny take good care of you and kiss it all better."
His mouth was too dry to say anything. She kissed his lips and he kissed her back, because he couldn't help it and it was instinct, then she kept on fondling him through his trousers as she kissed along his jaw to his ear, sucking the lobe into her mouth and eliciting a moan from him. How did he have the ability to get turned on again after already going five rounds in under twenty-four hours? She was making it possible though. She started undoing his trousers and then leaned back.
"Oh, you're looking flushed. I know what will help with that," she told him, and leaned back so he could see the way the outfit accentuated her breasts, then she brought his head down so he could bury his face between them.
He gave in and slid his hands up her thighs to grab at her bum then started kissing her breasts.
"There we go. You're already coming 'round," she purred.
"You will be the death of me," he breathed, then continued kissing her chest and groping her bum.
"No, no, no, that kind of talk won't help make you feel better. And I'm here to make it all feel better." Now she had her hand under his pants and was fondling his balls gently.
"Ginny," he said her name in a strangled voice.
"Let me see what I can do to make this procedure successful," she whispered to him. "I'm going to need a closer inspection.
Then she was on her knees and still fondling his bollocks while kissing his thighs.
He breathed in slowly as he looked down at her, watching as she did her level best to get him hard again, and started to succeed. She stroked his perineum as she fondled him, coaxing him to 'rise' to the occasion, then, as he was starting to get hard from her ministrations, took the entirety of him into her mouth, something she'd never been able to do when he was fully hard. The feel of her lips around the base of his shaft had him groaning. That, coupled with what her hands were doing, he was in a losing battle with his exhaustion.
She kept on licking and sucking and fondling until he was fully hard and assisting her with getting his cock in and out of her mouth, his hands going between gripping the side of the counter behind him and the back of her head. Every time he managed to keep his eyes open to watch her in that sexy get-up with that era nurses hat, her lips fully red from being puckered and wrapped around his cock, he'd forget that he was sexually exhausted and feel nothing but desire to keep fucking her mouth until he exploded.
Eventually her other hand joined in to start pumping his shaft while she kept on stroking him behind the balls, slowly getting closer and closer to his ass. Then she stuck her finger in her mouth and he knew what he was about to be in for, he had his eyes wide open, watching the show she was putting on with her mouth, and felt that saliva laden finger circle around his ass hole, then slowly slip inside. It made him groan loudly to feel her finger penetrating him like this. She wasn't sliding it in and out of him but massaging his prostate from the inside.
It was all just so much sensations, and so fucking hot that he felt his finish approaching.
"Ginny!" he warned. Then he gave a sharp intake of breath as she pulled her finger out and there was a small 'pop' noise from his cock being released from her mouth, then she was on her feet with her back towards him, bent over and gripping the counter opposite him, with her nurses skirt hiked up and looking back at him over her shoulder.
"Fuck me, Harry," she demanded.
He wasted no time plunging himself inside her over and over again, chasing the high that she'd been getting him to when she was on her knees.
Then he felt it coming over him; she'd gotten wet sucking him off and had gotten his cock so wet with her mouth that he was taking her with ease, and her pussy was so much tighter than her mouth!
"Fuck! Ginny!" he roared.
"That's right, keep on fucking Ginny," she coaxed as he kept riding out his finish.
He finally collapsed, both his hands resting on either side of hers on the counter, his weight pressed against her back. "You are a vixen," he groaned.
"You like it," she replied, accenting this by clenching the muscles in her pelvis and making him groan again.
When she first told him about how they'd need to spend these three days of her cycle having as much sex as possible, he'd been looking forward to it, but he'd been thinking that it would be just one long romp in the sack, he wasn't thinking about how it actually meant that he'd have to cum as many times as he could manage over those three days. And it really didn't occur to him how draining it was going to be.
Ginny kept on wearing that nurses outfit for the rest of the day while she made food and gave him some drink that was supposed to help him gain back his energy quicker.
Twice more she'd managed to get him off, then, thankfully, it was Monday and he had to go into work.
She still expected him to come home and take her again, but at least at work he could properly have a break from it.
While he was at his desk and thinking about the events of the last two days, rather than the open case folder in front of him, he wondered if this was all really just some ruse of hers to pay him back for how he'd reacted when they got home from her Quidditch game on Saturday; not that she was lying about it being the right time for them to try, but the amount of times they needed to try over that span of time.
As it was, he kept needing to send subtle cooling charms at his crotch because it was sore from overuse, something he didn't think was possible considering all the times he'd needed to wank while Ginny was in her last year of school.
Nearing the end of his day he received an owl from her, and inside it was a pornographic cartoon she'd drawn of her riding him reverse cowgirl while he held onto her hips. As soon as he realized what it was he was looking at he folded the parchment closed and looked around to make sure no one was able to see it, then looked at the drawing again; she'd done a pretty good job with the detail. Beneath the drawing was her untidy writing asking him to let her take him at least once more tonight.
He assumed she would want to, and was powerless to say no.
And when he got home and she was already there wearing nothing but a silk robe he certainly didn't have a choice.
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"How long until we'll know if we were successful?" he asked.
It was now four days after their window had closed on the best time for them to get pregnant and he was feeling much better. In the last three days he'd only been focused on her and giving his cock a well deserved break.
Currently he was lying with his head between her legs and she was recovering from an orgasm.
"It'll be another week and a bit before I'm due to start riding the crimson wave, but it could be another week after that before a potion will tell us for sure if I'm up the duff, or just late."
"So we can't do anything now to check if it worked this time?"
"No, no spell or potion would be accurate."
"We could try the Muggle stick tests I told you about," he suggested again.
"I really don't fancy the idea of peeing on a stick. I might have aim when throwing, but I'm usually working with a pretty big target when I'm on the toilet."
"Yeah, but Muggle women use them all the time and they work."
Over the next few days he kept purchasing and placing pregnancy tests in their bathroom, and they kept going missing with Ginny not mentioning anything to him. Then a week went passed and they stopped talking about the possibility of her being pregnant this time, as though even thinking of sharing a conversation about it might jinx it.
But then the days came that she was supposed to have gotten her period, and she didn't, and still they said nothing, because she could just be late.
He kept restocking the Muggle pregnancy tests and they kept disappearing, he didn't ask if they were giving negative results, he didn't even ask if she was using them or throwing them out, he just kept replenishing the stock.
Then she was over a full week late and he came home from work and found her in the kitchen, looking nervous.
"What's wrong?"
She just shook her head with a smile on her lips and looked down at the counter, indicating that he should do the same.
There was a potion vial there that had a golden liquid in it, and five pregnancy tests; three of them were the fancy kind and two of them were the ones that gave a plus or a minus. The two basic kinds had a plus each in the result section and the fancy kind read 'Pregnant 1-2', 'Pregnant 2-3, 'Pregnant 3+' all in sequence.
"We're pregnant!" he shouted and rushed around the counter to give her a kiss.
"They were right!" she exclaimed after kissing her back. "I kept taking them and the first few ones said no, but then I kept getting positive results and the numbers kept going up on the fancy ones. I didn't want to tell you until I tried the potion though."
He picked her up and rested her bum on the counter, hugging her close. "So you've known for, what, two weeks, but you didn't tell me?" He was still too excited to be angry about it though.
"I still don't completely trust those Muggle tests, if they were wrong I didn't want both of us to be let down."
"But they were right! And now you'll know for next time."
"Oh, thinking about next time already, are you? Looking forward to three days of scheduled sex?" she chuckled.
"At least now I'll be mentally prepared for the torture," he grinned.
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