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Chapter 3 - Getting Festive - Feat. Angelina, Alicia, Hermione and Fleur

Author's Note:

Originally this chapter was submitted on December 25th of last year on another site that I submit all of my work to first.

Happy early Christmas everybody.

While Christmas day in the magical world is superficially similar to Christmas in the Muggle world, in that it involves the placing of presents under a highly decorated pine tree with a star capping its topmost branch, the holiday that wizards are actually celebrating is the conclusion of the winter solstice (Dec 21), which is the festivity that the star-capped tree was originally 'borrowed' from. The winter solstice, AKA the shortest day of the year, is a magically significant occasion, and is the specific timing required to get the most potent results from some of the most helpful magics that wizard-kind has to offer.

The following are examples of potions, incantations, and rituals that show best results when performed or brewed during the solstice:

-Illness prevention incantations
-bad fortune prevention rituals
-sudden death prevention potions
-long distance curse attack prevention rituals
-scrying prevention rituals
-exorcisms
-curse scar removal rituals (notoriously difficult)
-health and vitality bolstering incantations
-boundary ward strengthening rituals
-spirit barrier strengthening spells
-Occlumency strengthening rituals
-dimensional rift prevention spells
-dementor banishing wards
-fertility spells and potions

And so on, and so forth…

What the ultra-efficiency and potency of spells and rituals performed on the Solstice actually means for the wizarding community, is that December 21st is the most exhausting day of the year, and the 25th, four days later, is the day where everybody celebrates its completion… Think, celebrating an extremely hard work-week on Friday night, only on methamphetamines.

Harry James Potter was really looking forward to the 25th… but unfortunately for him, today was the 21st, and he was currently a very busy man.

Harry Potter was strong… was an understatement. He was a magical powerhouse rarely ever seen on Earth, strong, which is why he was 'voluntold' by his wife to help perform the many, many, many house-centric luck, health, vitality, and protection rituals that needed to be completed in all of their friends' homes. Harry was so sought after, in fact, Hermione Granger, Britain's current Minister of Muggle Affairs, arranged for him to receive a time turner (under the table of course), so that he could help out at several different properties at exactly the same time.

Long story short, while most of the people that were either born or married to a Weasley remained in their homes until their properties were magically supercharged, and then moved on to join the other members of their family for the less location-specific rituals, Harry was present at all of their houses for the entire duration of all of their property-based rituals, for well over ninety hours.

It looked something like this….

First, Harry took care of the Potter estate, helping Ginny generate the magic required to perform all of the incantations and spells that the two of them needed to complete upon their home. A feat that only took him about eight hours, because he was an astonishingly powerful and competent young wizard. Then, when the Potter estate was sorted out, Harry and Ginny ate lunch together, Ginny dolled herself up for the next leg of the day's rituals (at the Burrow), Harry turned back time until it was predawn again, Apparated himself to London, dragged Percy and Penelope Weasley out of bed, and then repeated the process with them.

Over and over again, Harry repeated this process, with the following people at the following homes:

-Fleur and Bill lived in France, within a beachside property called Shell Cottage, and since Harry was legitimately doing hard work for her, Fleur kept her allure to herself.

-Fred and Alicia lived above the flagship Weasley's Wizard Wheezes joke shop in Hogsmeade while George and Angelina lived atop the second joke shop that they'd opened in Diagon Alley.

-Hermione (and Ron) owned an exceptionally expensive and well-warded property in the Westminster area of Muggle London, both because that's where the British Ministry of magic is hidden and because she liked to feel connected to the people she represented.

-Tonks (who was an honorary Weasley and a close friend of all the Weasley wives) lived in the magical community of Elva Hill with her mother Andromeda.

-Charlie lived in Romania most of the time, but he owned a home in Sherwood Forest's magical community, with his brand new wife, the very standoffish and unruffled Tracey Davis (whom Harry suspected the man married specifically because she didn't give a damn if he ever came home).

-Gabrielle Delacour, Fleur's little sister, lived in downtown Paris in the blue quarter magical community, where she drove absolutely every man that she met insane with lust, and yet acted as if she was as pure as falling snow.

-Appoline Delacour lived on the Veela reserve, where Harry wasn't allowed to go except for very specific purposes (the solstice being one of them), because his presence made the locals lose their godsdamned minds.

-Katie, Luna, Lavender, Parvati, Padma and Su Li, owned a massive, swanky house together, as they weren't in any specific hurry to get married (which was smart because witches and wizards stay young and beautiful well into their seventies). For the most part, Harry was helping them on his wife's behalf, as Luna had been Ginny's closest friend since basically the crib.

Susan Bones lived in the Bones Estate, which dominated a large chunk of Derwintwater's most beautiful landscape, was quite a bit of work to get sorted out, and was a nuisance because Harry wasn't even really friendly with the woman. Instead, he poured out a metric fuckton of his magic for the redhead on Hermione's behalf, because the English heiress promised Hermione some kind of favor within Britain's Magical Council.

Neville Longbottom's estate was located in Dorset, where the man lived a rather charmed life as a confirmed womanizer, having 'dated' most of the women on the Holyhead Harpies… Needless to say, Harry was exceptionally proud of his very best friend (as well as jealous… very very jealous…)

Hannah Abbot lived in the Abbot estate that was situated smack dab in the middle of Swaledale, Yorkshire Dales, and was also quite tough for Harry to sort out in a timely manner. Harry helped Hannah on Neville's behalf, as the two of them were betrothed to be married via marriage contract, Neville wasn't prepared to take that step yet (and likely wouldn't be for several decades), and he was buying the woman's cooperation with an ongoing string of extremely costly bribes.

A little over a hundred hours into Harry's exceptionally long December 21st, he arrived at his last stop of the 'day,' the Burrow, where he completed yet another round of the same property based rituals and spells, had a real shower purely for the catharsis it provided, and then ate lunch while waiting for everyone to arrive. For the rest of the day, he and everyone else would perform the rituals that would be centered around their bodies rather than their belongings, a form of ritual that was best accomplished in a much larger gathering full of powerful magicals. Of course, from everyone else's perspective, it would feel like they split up from Harry just a few minutes prior, so most of his friends wouldn't notice just how harassed he was currently feeling…

Strictly speaking, Harry didn't need to sleep… like, ever… at least hypothetically. There were plenty of ways that his overabundant magic could smooth over the status debuffs caused by long term wakefulness, but that didn't mean it was anything even resembling comfortable, or that Harry didn't resent his wife for volunteering his services to everyone in creation.

Speaking of everyone in creation… with a series of cheerful popping and fwooshing sounds, all of the people that Harry helped earlier in the 'day' began arriving on the property… at which point, Harry started forgetting how grumpy he was feeling…

The women, all of the younger generation at least, were wearing tiny little togas that just barely covered their most intimate areas by virtue of being stretched skin-tight around their every curve, with artful little vines braiding their hair down the length of their backs… The women looked like what they were, after all… They were, pagan worshippers taking part in (among several other things) a fertility ritual.

Right away, Harry knew that Ginny would be watching him like a hawk, which is why he kept his eyes to himself and scanned the ladies with his ultra-advanced magical senses instead. Thankfully for Harry, his third eye (magical vision) was much more perceptive than mere sight could ever be, and was providing him with an exceptionally good view of the scantily clad women gathering around him…

At exactly the same time, all of the Weasley men arrived with the exception of Charlie and Neville who had other engagements, wearing much more traditional looking varieties of toga that ended just under their knees.

It was only after watching the men jog past wearing Solstice appropriate garb that Harry suddenly realized he was the odd man out at the moment, what with the casual clothing that he was wearing. A white shirt and black slacks might work well for most situations, but this occasion definitely wasn't one of them…

"We can't have you so overdressed, Harry, "a smooth and yet husky voice purred out from just behind Harry's right shoulder, as a witch with flawless chocolate-brown skin ran a hand along his right shoulder up towards his collar-bone. Angelina Johnson was apparently in a teasing mood, made obvious in the way she curled her ultra-curvy, thick-fit body around his right side, while clicking her tongue at his very unfestive get-up.

At exactly the same time, Alicia, slid her long, lithe and extravagantly bottom-heavy body (big beautiful butt) to within a foot of Harry's left-hand side, tapped the tip of her wand against his shirt and his pants, and rapidly Transfigured them into a less than modest toga of his own.

The white cotton sash that replaced Harry's silk clothing revealed his shoulders, the left side of his chest, a good chunk of his waist, and a wide swath of his right thigh.

"I don't know about thi," Harry began, only to be interrupted when Gabrielle, Luna, Padma, Parvati, Lavender, Alicia, Tonks and Katie all started laughing and clapping their approval of Alicia's work, and he caught sight of a smug smile growing clear across Ginny's face… Then he knew that he wasn't going to be changing into anything more substantial, because his wife was currently in full blown flexing mode, and was enjoying every second of the hypothetical envy that her friends were sending in her direction. The youngest Weasley never grew tired of lording the fact that she was married to the Harry James Potter over her female friends, and yet she couldn't figure out why they were distancing themselves from her more and more with every year that passed.

Well… Fine. This outcome didn't bother Harry, as he wasn't the slightest bit modest in the first place, and the toga he was wearing was actually pretty comfy. With a small roll of his eyes, he merely walked into the kitchen to join the minority gathering of men, and casually received all of the ball-busting that they sent his way.

Within the next few minutes, with the arrival of Andromeda, Susan, Hannah, Fleur and Hermione, everyone that was taking part in the Solstice rituals at the Burrow were finally in attendance, and it was time to begin. As a group, everyone applied warming charms upon their bodies, walked outside into the frigid winter day as if it was summer in Florida, and then started wandering across the Weasley's property towards a rather large cave that was located near its Southernmost perimeter. Once inside, torches, incense braziers and a large log bonfire were lit, everyone settled into a large circle with their wands in their hands… and an incredibly boring procession of very formulaic rituals started to take place one after another.

For the most part, real wizarding ceremonies and rituals are very, very mundane, with a shit-ton of repetitive chanting, wand waving and a slow drain on your magical power. The only exception to the rule was going to be happening at the end of today's ritual for the very first time, when a health and fertility ritual was going to take place that involves having sex with your spouse while those people without partners continue chanting. This ritual is performed in full view of the other people involved, but it isn't considered kinky or taboo because it has a very real purpose. The people watching are not voyeurs. They are chanting to convey the various blessings being offered by the ritual.

Privately, Harry was not looking forward to seeing other people shag, even under the privacy offered by blankets…

Then again, considering the fact that Fleur was standing close by on Harry's right hand side with a familiar glint in her eyes, it did appear that the proceedings were going to go a little bit off script…

Sure enough, as Molly began the ceremonial beginning of the last ritual, and explained the various chants that would be delivered by those people on the sidelines, Fleur conveyed a whispered order directly into Harry's ear with a wandless sound-transfer spell, and a powerful wave of allure curled around his body. "You will now Confundus spell Bill, Ronald, Fred, George, Ginny and everyone on ze sidelines eento believing ze following zings: You will make zem believe zat ze following ritual eenvolves all of ze young married women fucking ze most powerful wizard een attendance directly een front of their 'usbands. You will make Ginny believe zat 'er role, as ze wife of ze most powerful wizard, ees to silently observe or assist as required… You will make everyone on ze sidelines believe zat zis ritual ees an extremely powerful blessing, ensuring all of ze women eenvolved will conceive uniquely gifted children over the following two years. Zen, when we are all finished performing ze ritual, you will eemplant fake memories of a normal ritual een everyone's minds, except one... Do not remove ze real memory from your wife, 'Arry… Let eet remain as eet ees, but place eet juuust outside of 'er conscious thoughts..."

In the split second following Fleur's cruel, unusual…. and sexy… order, Harry glanced at Hermione, Angelina, and Alicia, the three married women present that weren't Fleur, caught sight of the cheshire grins on all of their faces, and then he nodded his head in silent acceptance.

Of fucking course he did.

Over the following half a minute, titanic amounts of magical power flowed from within Harry's body, but it was used with such scalpel-like precision that nobody ever felt it in the air. In a blur of magical focus, Harry Confundus charmed everyone that wasn't Angelina, Alicia, Hermione and Fleur into believing everything that Fleur desired they believe, at which point he saw every eye in the room slowly trail in his direction…

"You will cooperate with the ritual that I have described to you 'Arry," Fleur continued to explain using the same whispering charm from before. "You will follow Angelina, Alicia and Ermione's orders as eef they are my own…"

Even as Fleur finished conveying those orders directly into Harry's ear, he saw all of the men in the room briefly consider claiming that THEY were the strongest in the room.. And then think better of it… To do so would merely invite ridicule, as Harry could move mountains, and they still struggled with Corporeal Patronus. With that outcome being obvious, Fleur suddenly stepped within the circle of human bodies, Conjured a wooden throne covered in furs in the middle of the cave, Conjured a clean-white futon mattress on the floor a meter from its base, and then she turned her attention towards Hermione, Angelina and Alicia… "Come ladies," she said like a school teacher addressing her students. "We must do what's best for our families… Everyone else… Eet would seem, eet is time to begin ze chanting…"

With a trio of very dignified nods, Hermione, Alicia and Angelina stepped into the circle of witches and wizards that began chanting arcane latin at a steady rhythm, where they flanked Fleur on both sides and then turned towards Harry with expectant looks upon their faces.

"Ginevra… Ma soeur… Will you 'elp your dear 'usband disrobe, and zen sit down on 'iis throne?... "Fleur's expression was saccharine sweet, and it was clear she was playing a part, but Ginny's hand immediately rose up to his elbow, Harry was led to the throne as if their every step was somehow holy, and his wife slowly, carefully, banished off all of his clothing. Then Harry was sitting atop the fur covered throne, Ginny was disappearing behind his right shoulder, and a quartet of young witches were standing directly in front of him.

"We must disrobe for this year's Ceremonial Mate," Fleur explained with just the tiniest hint of a smile in her eyes, belying the lecturer's tone that she was using. "We must present ourselves, if we are to be judged worthy of his… blessing…"

With a level of confidence that came from knowing exactly how much Harry appreciated her body, Hermione immediately unclipped the pin that was holding together her toga, and then allowed the smooth cotton to slide away from her body… As per usual, she was nothing but smooth, white, milky curves, big breasts, full thighs, whooty ass, and just the tiniest trace of softness residing in her belly. Hermione Granger was wifey perfection, and every man in the cave stared at the woman with heat in their eyes

Harry merely allowed his body to do what came naturally… Within just ten seconds of seeing Hermione's babymaker body shifting to and fro for his perverse enjoyment, Harry's cock was as hard as a rock, it was twitching in the air like a completely livid snake, and several young women all around the room were murmuring to each other in heated sounding voices.

Bouncing up next to Hermione, Alicia likewise unclipped her toga quickly, but the woman seemed as if she was ripping off a band-aid rather than feeling self-assured. Harry was confused because the woman was stupendously gorgeous, what with her long, lithe and spritely upper body, leading dramatically down into a pair of thighs that simply screamed out her distant Latin ancestry. Oh sure, Alicia Spinnet may not have had the plus-sized breasts that Hermione, Angelina and especially Fleur brought to bear, but she was no less than a C-cup, and her glorious heart-shaped booty always made Harry's eyes wander at inopportune times.

Harry made sure to stare at Alicia with unconcealed desire in his eyes, which actually wasn't all that necessary as every man in the room released a soft groan of ill-fated lust merely at the sight of her…

Angelina went next, and where Alicia moved quickly due to shyness, this woman was the opposite. With slow and slinky footfalls that moved her to within a few feet of Harry's knees, Angelina slowly drew upon her toga without unclipping it, letting it bunch up just under her nipples, and she stared into Harry's eyes as she waited for physics to take its toll. This position was too much for her poor little garment to handle. The clasp was about to pop under the strain of her big, bountiful, milk-chocolate breasts, and the dark-pink nipples that were suddenly peaking up at the cave ceiling above. Then it happened, the clasp split open, the toga fell free, Angelina's breasts bounced free, and she rubbed the newly unbound cotton down the length of her body. She bent down to her toes, laying her hands flat atop her feet, and then she looked up at Harry with her ass waaay up in the air… Glorious… Angelina Johnson had a world famous ass, because of its size, unparalleled roundness, and the way it swayed with her every single move…

Harry allowed his mouth to drop free at the almost nostalgic display of sexuality, as Angelina knew he enjoyed her curves (since way back), and used to tease him with such things back in the Gryffindor Team locker rooms. Nevertheless, his cock was officially a lead pipe between his legs now, and precum was leaking from his tip.

Finally, Fleur stepped forward, forcing Angelina aside through sheer force of personality, and began shifting her body in a way that was too graceful and attractive to be natural. With a smooth economy of movements that looked part art, part unabashed perversity, Fleur drew her toga free from her impossibly perfect breasts, slid it down in front of her thick, mouth-watering thighs, folded it in half three times until it formed into a rectangular mat, and then dropped to her knees directly at his feet.

At which point every other woman Accio summoned their toga back into their hands, and recreated Fleur's idea, dropping to the floor. Soon enough all of the young and married women in the room were lined up in the order of Alicia, Fleur, Hermione and Angelina.

Harry Potter didn't have to react to what he was currently looking at, as at the moment he was supposed to be the super stoic male, taking part in a ritual. This was good, because he highly doubted the form of worship that he was about to witness was geared toward any God at all, phallic or otherwise… and he doubted he could've reacted with any… class.

"Zis magnificent cock… will be ze one we make use of," Fleur purred out as her hands rose up, curled around the top of Harry's shaft near its base, and then failed to curl around the bottom half…

"So thick," Hermione pointed out as her hands cupped up under Harry's base to help Fleur completely encircle the man's wrist-thick dick-meat.

"So long," Angelina added, as both of her hands curled as much as possible around his dick near his crown, several inches away from Hermione and Fleur's hands.

"Soooo tasty," Alicia added, after leaning forward and gliding the flat of her tongue from the flared out dome of his glans all the way up to the precum leaking from his tip.

"Excellent, Alicia… Our role een zis ritual ees to give of ourselves," Fleur smoothly lied even as her hands slid up Harry's shaft until it was pulled away from Alicia's slowly widening maw. Then the Veela beauty was passionately, romantically, kissing and licking upon the man's cockhead, drawing more and more of it inside of her mouth with every sultry suckle of her pink and pouty lips.

The veins in Harry's cock grew deeper, more violent, as it grew so hard, so engorged that it almost looked angry…

"Poor Harry," Hermione cooed after suddenly drawing Harry's cock in her direction. He's so… virile, so lustful, so hard for us that it actually looks painful… I need to offer him relief…" The last few words Hermione said were somewhat muffled as she abruptly stuffed her mouth on and then around Harry's entire cockhead, stretching her lips around the very beginnings of his shaft.

Pop!

With reflexes honed back during her chaser days, Angelina swiftly stole Harry's dick from within Hermione's mouth, slapped his newly spit-shined cockhead against her own cheek several times, stared the man directly in the eyes, and then said it like it is… "I want your cock down my throat…"

Then the stacked ebony seductress crammed her mouth on, around, and down the length of Harry's shaft, impaling her hot, wet gullet upon his rock-hard dick-flesh until her soft and plushy lips were lodged over half the way down his shaft, and a dick shaped bulge was expanding her neck.

Off in the background, one of the men coughed and sputtered in their chanting, but picked up the rhythm almost immediately.

"Ten pumps then pass," Hermione suggested, when she saw that no unspoken rhythm was about to save the day.

All of the women that didn't currently have a dick in their mouths nodded their agreement. Angelina looked rebellious as she sloooowly withdrew her mouth back up his shaft, and then devoured him again at a glacial speed, her tongue twining circles around his meat.

"What goes around, comes around," Hermione sing-songed, and then smiled when Angie suddenly picked up the pace.

Over the next twenty seconds, Angelina Johnson made a huge production of smooching her soft, velvety lips further and further down the length of Harry's shaft, until she was taking two-thirds of his dickmeat down into her gullet. This was also around the time, the other three women noticed the pale pink lipstick that Angelina somehow Conjured onto her lips, and the cross section of different lip shaped rings that were littering Harry's shaft.

"Throwing down the gauntlet," Alicia guessed with a small smirk and a roll of her eyes.

"Très imprudent, very unwise," Fleur breathed out as if to herself.

Hermione didn't say anything at all, but she did manage to Conjure a cherry red color of lipstick onto her lips by the time Angelina finished stretching her mouth down the length of Harry's shaft and then sucking like her life depended on it as she withdrew from his bulbous crown.

Pop!

After hooking both of her hands around Harry's shaft at around the midpoint, Hermione placed her lips against his tip, stared up at him with soul deep devotion in her eyes, and then pressed her body forward in a slow, well-practiced movement. Fleur had arranged for the three of them to be alone several times over the last month, during which time Hermione had made a point to find out just what made the man moan, and since she was a try-hard in all things, she was a cum milking phenom now that could swing with the likes of Fleur (almost). What this meant in practice was that her hands began pumping up and down the length of Harry's shaft, milking and wringing his meat with an earnest devotion that couldn't be missed, until finally her throat took more of Harry's cock than Angelina managed to take, and one of her hands curled up underneath his balls to massage them with gently kneading fingers.

Pop!

While it's more accurate to say that Fleur does everything with an effortless sensuality, when Fleur Delacour gives you head, the act is far, far more than merely her flawlessly soft and sexy little lips sinfully stretching around your dick. The woman's saliva is a pleasure enhancer that causes a heated sensitivity to tingle up your spine, her tongue is unnaturally long and skillful, the contractions that she can cause her throat to perform as she swallows upon your cockhead are out of this world, and the look of otherworldly enjoyment on her angelically beautiful face would cause lesser men to cum without even being touched…

Sure enough, men all around the room started breathing a little heavier amidst their chanting, as Fleur brought her A game, making Harry's cock buck and spasm as he resisted the release she was driving him to.

Pop!

Yet another bright pink ring was planted around where Hermione lay hers, almost, but not quite, taking in the whole of Harry's shaft.

It was apparent that Alicia wasn't a fan of following Fleur, but there was a fire in the woman's eyes that let Harry know the golden-tanned housewife was no common level cocksucker… and he was right… With a wink and a smile, Alicia Spinnet popped her mouth around Harry's cockhead, pressed her lips further down around his shaft, and then just continued going, pressing deeper and deeper while wiggling her mouth like a snake. Five seconds after opening her mouth to take him inside, Alicia was planting a dark pink smooch stain around the base of Harry's cock, she was shivering from her head to her toes over the saliva based pleasure enhancer that Fleur left coated on his dick, and she was scrubbing her throat up and down his length quite a bit faster than anyone else so far.

Pop!

Harry's cock reentered Angelina's mouth, and the games began… Angelina's lips were the softest, Hermione's technique was flawless, Alicia's throat was tight and squeezing, and Fleur's slut magic made everyone involved shiver and shake in their rising sensitivity. By the time Harry's cock was passed down the line two times, the togas underneath all the women's knees were soaked with their juices, and they were moaning on his dick as if it was the answer to their every prayer. More and more over time, the speed that they were moving picked up, until everyone was fucking their own faces around Harry's cockflesh, and a series of wet glucking, gagging, slurping and squelching sounds filled the entire cave.

About eight minutes into the pure unadulterated heaven that was the Weasley wives' quadruple blowjob, Angelina and Alicia, from their spots leaning against the inside of Harry's thighs, caught a hold of his hands to pull them in towards their bodies, and Harry didn't need a written explanation. With a quiet growl of approval, Harry cupped and then squeezed both ladies' breasts before curling his hands around their lower backs and sinking his fingers knuckles-deep within their fantastically sexy asses. Both women squirmed happily in his grip, their hands running up and down the length of his thighs, as his cock was passed from Hermione to Fleur.

At which point Fleur reminded Harry who of the four of them, was the inherently sexual magical creature, when her entire airway collapsed around every last inch of his cockmeat, she swallowed over and over again, massaging and squeezing on his cockhead, and her hands kneaded his balls in juuust such a way to leave them bucking with desperate need.

Harry Potter was going to cum, which was obvious in the way that his thighs were trembling and a long low groan was being driven from his lips. But Fleur still had nine pumps to go and she had no intention of showing any mercy.

The words, "no fair, share," and, "pull off," were called out from Hermione, Alicia, and Angelina, but Fleur would not be swayed. Instead she poured every ounce of sluttiness that she contained into the next nine cocksucking swallows, milking Harry's dick like only a cum-hungry Veela can, and then she lay his cockhead atop her tongue as the first glue thick bolt of Harry's cum slapped against her tonsils and expanded out her cheeks.

Pop!

Hermione, Angelina and Alicia all reached out for Harry's shaft at exactly the same time, yanking his cockhead from Fleur's mouth just in time for his next cumshot to spill out all over the Veela's cheeks, mouth and chin, and then all three women were licking and kissing his cockhead, dripping pearly white jizz all over their faces necks, and tits. There was no coordination to their assault, just a mass of frantically lapping tongues, eagerly sucking mouths and frantically jerking hands, that had Harry's cum flying everywhere and a happy groan exploding from his lips.

A situation that grew even sexier, when Fleur did what she tends to do in these situations…

All of the sudden, Fleur's impossibly sexy ass sidled backwards in between everyone's shoulders, she grabbed a hold of Harry's cock down between her legs, she squelched her soaking wet, skin-tight cunt down the length of his cum-spilling cock in one single, assertive movement, and Harry increased his length so that his cockhead would break into her womb. Very suddenly, and with a shuddering laugh that filled the entire cave, Fleur started feeding the remainder of Harry's cumload directly into her babymaker, taking advantage of any opportunity to get herself his nut.

"Zis ees a fertility ritual, after all," Fleur whimper/moaned to the three women at her side, as she grinded her asscheeks back against Harry's thighs and pelvis, and squeezed his cock with every pussy-muscle she contained. "Ze man must cum eenside of us, eef we are to maximize ze… results."

Even as she said those words, Fleur continued to gyrate her ass from side to side in Harry's lap, seducing several extra cumshots out of his magically supercharged balls that left her shivering in his arms.

Nothing leaked out of Fleur's pussylips when she rose up from Harry's lap. Not only did Fleur's pussy snap back to virgin tightness immediately after she popped Harry's gigantic dickhead out of its clutches, but Harry's cock looked completely spotless.

Not that that outcome stopped Hermione from 'cleaning' Harry's newly returned to normal size dick with her hands and tongue and mouth.

"You're such a lucky woman, Ginny," Angelina pointed out to the redhead standing behind Harry's right shoulder, as she and Alicia took turns licking the man's cum off each other's cheeks and neck and tits. "To go to bed every single night with a man this well-endowed, this virile…"

"This sexy," Alicia added with a rope of cum atop her tongue and a dreamy quality to her voice.

"Ginny merely smiled and nodded, as was her role in this ritual, which almost had Harry breaking character by rolling his eyes. The fact of the matter was that Ginny wasn't having sex with him nightly… but more like bi-monthly…

"If Harry was my man, I wouldn't even need a fertility ritual," Hermione purred quietly, intensely and directly into the meat of Harry's dick.

"You're right! Ginny must be on several different potions," Alicia laughed.

"Well, WE definitely aren't," Angelina pointed out with a dangerous looking smile upon her face.

"No, ze ritual demands zat we be as natural as possible," Fleur casually lied, as she turned to Ginny and gestured towards the futon on the floor. "Please move 'Arry to ze bed, lay 'iim on 'iis back, and zen kneel at its side where you can assist as required."

With yet another nod, Ginny looked Harry in the eyes, Harry rose up to his feet, and the redhead led him to the bed as if their every step was ceremonial.

Then Harry was lying on his back, Fleur, Hermione, Alicia and Angelina were encircling him on every side, and Fleur was speaking to her cohorts in the same lecturer's tone as before... "As ze ritual dictates, we are to please ze ceremonial mate, but 'ee must also do 'iis utmost to pleasure us een return. With zat een mind, 'Arry will follow our orders... Tell 'iim exactly 'ow you want eet, or tell 'iim to go wild, and 'ee will do as told. Tell 'iim to cum and 'ee will do eet, tell 'iim not to stop while cumming and 'ee won't. I 'aave faith zat our… mate… can 'andle zis… and so much more…"

Harry felt Fleur's allure throb around his body as she delivered that explanation, and he knew that it was for his benefit rather than the girls.

It was an order.

It had Harry's dramatically throbbing cock pointing straight up at the ceiling of the cave.

"Will this go in the same order as usual," Alicia asked while biting her bottom lip.

"Oui, yes, fertility rituals always 'appen een order of shortest marriage to longest marriage," Fleur agreed with just the slightest amount of sulk in her voice. "As such, to start, we will go een order of Alicia, Angelina, 'Ermione, and zen myself."

With a happy little squeal that she couldn't quite contain, Alicia dropped to her knees on the futon, straddled Harry's thighs, pressed his cock against her tummy with both of her hands, and then gasped at what she saw. Alicia was tall for a woman, but Harry's wrist-thick, bitch-breaker dick was going to stuff her to capacity deep, deep behind her belly-button…

For a moment, Harry thought the woman would lose her nerve like his wife always did.

Then he felt the lips of a soaking wet pussy pressed against the tip of his cockhead, Alicia was up on her knees with his cock in her hands, and Harry immediately started channeling powerful healing magic into the woman's sex through the medium of his shaft.

Alicia Spinnet was tight, like, crazy fucking tight, and she warbled and she whimpered as she took in Harry's dick, but she never pulled away or looked anything but thrilled by everything that was happening.

"Hohhh-hohhmygaaaawd so much white-hot fucking diiiiiiick," Alicia squealed as she gyrated her hips back and forth in the air, forcing more and more of Harry's cock inside of her deliriously happy cunt with every single movement that she made.

By this point, Harry's hands were curled around Alicia's thighs, where they were sliding up her sides as if memorizing her curves. Alicia was the slimmest of the Weasley wives, with almost zero belly fat. Nevertheless, her hips were wide, her thighs were thick, her ass looked dramatic on her super slender frame, and the way she moved her hips revealed her Latin roots. The woman was belly dancing on his dick, her rapidly undulating tummy squelching lower and lower as she bounced and turned and bucked… And you could see the passage of Harry's cock as a vaguely cylindrical bulge leading up from her cunt and disappearing behind her navel.

At which point, Alicia's pussylips finally smooched down against Harry's pelvis, her ass rested atop his thighs, and a high pitched girly squeal/moan exploded from her mouth. The woman was cumming, hard, her body was bent back like a bow, her right hand was curled around Harry's left knee, her head was lolling back over her shoulders, and her left hand was patting the dick-bulge presenting in her tummy as if she was assuring herself of its presence.

Then Alicia said it, in a slow, soft, lust drunk tone of voice… "Cum in me, again and again, but don't stop when you do… If you want me, show me… Show me what I've been missing…"

And Harry's body instantly curled up at the waist, his legs crossed underneath them, his hands curled knuckles-deep within Alicia's ass flesh, and he started scrubbing her skin-tight little cunt up and down his cock as if her body was completely weightless. After just a single instant of frenetic movement, Harry had Alicia's breasts bouncing atop his chest and shoulders, he was sucking a diamond shaped hickey into the side of her neck, and his cockhead was slamming against her cervix like a gong, causing reverberations throughout her whole entire body.

Alicia screamed in delirious pleasure as her arms curled tightly behind Harry's back and her calves did the same. Within just a minute or two spent getting fucked up and down Harry's dick like a sex toy, her pussy was squirting all over the man's balls, and she knew that the man was just getting started… At which point Harry suddenly started cumming inside of her, flooding her deepest, most sacred depths within a tidal-wave of glue-thick sperm, and exactly as she ordered, he never, not once, ever slowed down.

Around the time, Alicia's orgasmically clenching pussy-lips started leaking thick globs of Harry's seed all over her inner thighs and ass, she was rolled onto her back, and Harry covered her from above. Then her ankles curled up behind his ass for purchase, because he was piston-fucking his cum-slathered dick down into her impossibly creampied cunt in a way that had her eyes rolling up into her head.

Alicia Spinnet wasn't used to being satisfied, let alone completely overwhelmed, so she held on for dear life, and she moaned like a whore, as she was fucked completely ragged exactly as promised. The fact that it was happening in front of nearly everyone she knew was immaterial. Alicia spinnet's womb was sloppy with Harry Potter's cum, and she wouldn't relent, wouldn't bend, wouldn't let him stop, until she passed out or couldn't move her limbs anymore.

Then Harry came inside of Alicia again, fucking his seed directly into her womb by burying his cockhead within her cumstained cervix over and over again, and the woman started realizing that the passing out outcome was actually more than likely.

After fucking Alicia on her back, Harry turned her onto her side, lifting her left leg above his shoulder and pounding her hard from his knees. This position gave Harry excellent access to both her ass and her tits, which he enjoyed to the fullest by channeling magic directly into her nipples and groping her asscheeks with a magic filled hand.

But then, Harry saw that Alicia was in danger of passing out, so he abruptly let an orgasm sweep over his magically refilled balls and he stuffed her to the brim with a fresh load of piping hot semen.

"So hot, so big, so many orgasms, so much potent fucking cuuuuuuuuum," Alicia moaned long, loud, and with nothing held back, as she shook, shivered, started to hyperventilate, and her eyes turned glassy in their sockets.

Very suddenly, a wave of magic pulled Alicia off of Harry's cock and to the side of the bed near Ginny, who patted the woman's shoulder in what looked like an understanding fashion.

Harry leaned his ass back atop his calves, as Angelina walked onto the bed next, where she stood above him, turned around, and then swayed her outrageously full and sexy ass almost directly in his face. Then the woman crouched down over his knees with her own knees held out wide at her sides, until finally she dropped into his lap, leaned her back against his chest, curled her hands around his cock where it pressed up against her pussylips, and suckled sexily on his earlobe. "I always knew you wanted my body, Potter, all those years ago in the locker room… Too bad for me, you were far too young, far too innocent, far too… skinny… Well, I've spent years suffering a great number of would haves and should haves at this point, so I think it's time you finally give me what I need. Big, fat Potter dick stretching out my cunt, and spilling in my womb over and over again…"

Along with her words, Angelina curled her hand through Harry's and then leaned forward off of his lap, until finally, his cockhead was nestled against her piping-hot pussylips, and she was hanging forward by their connected arms… "If you want me, Harry, then take me. Pull my hungry little pussy down this bitch-tamer cock of yours… Don't let me get away this tiiiime!"

Of course, by the time Angelina said the word time, Harry's hands snapped out to curl tightly around her elbows, and he was splitting open her thick little pussy around the flared-out crown of his cock.

Angelina moaned and howled as if she was being tortured by overwhelming pleasure, as her sex was stretched out beyond her wildest imagination, and yet a current of intensely pleasurable magic prevented her from experiencing any pain at all. No. Instead, the nerve endings in her pussymeat and clit were singing for Harry as he shoved more and more gigantic dick inside of her. Her pussy released obscene squelching, slurping and squishing noises the whole entire time because her sex was hotter, wetter, and slipperier than it'd had ever been in her whole entire life… But that made sense, because Angelina was staring up over her shoulder, where Harry Potter was using his big, flawlessly-sculpted, demi-God body to pull her in and up and down the length of his dick.

Harry was captivated by the trembling of Angelina's legs, and how it caused her phatty ass to jiggle and wiggle atop her endlessly sexy thighs. The woman's body was one of those miraculously thick and curvy types that had just the tiniest amount of belly fat but managed to maintain an incomprehensibly huge hips to waist ratio. An outrageously gifted body that squirmed sexily as she was impaled upon more and more of his cock.

Clap!

With one last assertive pull of his arms, Harry's pelvis plapped into Angelina's asscheeks, causing them to wobble and then wiggle before contouring around his thighs. At the exact same time, his cockhead slammed into and then nestled within the woman's slutty little cervix, when it descended down to meet him and then was forced back up towards her womb.

Angelina gasped, groaned, shivered and shook from her head to her toes, as Harry's magic filled her sex, his cockhead invaded her deepest, hottest depths, his heavy hanging balls slapped and then rubbed against her clit, and his large, calloused hands curled around her tiny little waist. Then he started withdrawing his cock from her sex in a slow-paced pump that dragged his massive crown through her desperately squeezing pussy-meat, and he was forced to hold her in place so that she wouldn't hump her ass backwards, keeping him inside.

Clap!

With a pleasure filled grunt of his own, Harry thrust his cock back inside of Angelina again clapping her big beautiful buttcheeks when he hilted himself inside of her… and that was enough to send the woman over… By the time he was withdrawing his dick from within her unreasonably tight and squirming pussy again, the woman was squirting pussy juices all over his cock, balls and the bed, and she was moaning down into her tits as she'd just lost the ability to hold up her head.

Then Harry did it, because he wasn't supposed to hold back, and now was the time… He pumped his cock balls-deep inside of Angelina's tightly squeezing cunt again, pulled her pussy-lips flush against his balls, leaned in over the woman's back, curled his right forearm around her shoulders to pull her flush against his chest, and then he released a newly regenerated semen-load directly against her womb.

And Angelina's head instantly and dramatically shot up straight again as her entire body went taut like a bow, every last inch of her sex closed ranks around Harry's shaft like a score of possessively squeezing mouths, and the moans that she released echoed off the walls of the cave in the intensity of her excitement. "Gods! Goddesses! Filling me! Harry Potter's filling me with cum! He's, he's seeding my woooooomb!"

Now that it was within reach, Harry kissed Angelina's neck and he groaned the word, "mine," directly into her ear as he continued to flood her frantically rippling little cunt. Cumshot after boiling cumshot bottlenecked deep within her pussy and then flushed deeper into her womb, until finally she was completely stuffed to the brim, her pussy could contain no more, and it started rushing free past the plug that was his dick.

At which point a pearly white mass of thick and sticky sperm squirted free from within Angelina's cockstuffed pussy-lips, where it created a stark contrast oozing down both of her chocolate brown thighs towards the futon. Everyone ringing the ritual could see right away that Angelina Johnson had just taken enough cum to get every last member of the Holyhead Harpies pregnant… and yet the man was nowhere near done. Even as Angelina slapped and clawed at the futon beneath her in the violence of her satisfaction, the man returned up to his knees above the woman, withdrew his cock from within her violently trembling pussy until only his crown remained inside of her, and then he pumped himself back inside much faster than before.

Clap, clap, clap clap clap clap clap clap clap…

Even before Harry's climax came to an end, he started fucking the woman hard from behind, pulling her extravagantly round and sexy ass back against his thighs with every powerful swing of his hips to crash their bodies together over and over again. This was what an ass like this was meant for, after all… It was designed to cushion hard, doggy-style fucking as the woman in question was mated like an animal.

For the next ten minutes, Harry fucked and filled Angelina Johnson to completion over and over again, until both her arms and legs gave out on her and she collapsed onto her belly on the futon, and Harry rode her body down onto the mattress, pounding her pussy like a madman the whole entire time. Then he was prone boning her body down into the bed from above, both of his hands were curled knuckles deep within her newly flattened titflesh, he was squeezing and tweaking her nipples with magic-filled fingers, and he was sucking a hickey into the side of her neck.

"Hoooohhlly Gaaaawds, he's going to bless me again, he's blessing the hell out of my slutty little cunt," Angelina scream/moaned when she felt Harry's cock spasm meaningfully deep inside of her again, and she started humping her ass up to meet his thrusts with every ounce of energy she had left to offer. Then it happened. A white-hot mass of densely packed sperm expanded within Angelina's womb, her thighs shook like she was having a seizure, her eyelids fluttered over newly vacant eyes, and an explosion of cum sprayed out of her pussy to cover her asscheeks, her thighs, and the bed.

Angelina could take anymore both literally and figuratively, as Harry's backlogged cum was squirting from within her cunt as soon as he pumped more inside of her, and her consciousness was waning with every orgasm she experienced.

For the second time since the ritual began, a wave of telekinetic magic carried Angelina out from under Harry's body, she was dropped at Ginny's knees, and the woman started fussing over her with an understanding air…

"Lay on your back, Harry," Hermione 'suggested' from the bottom of the futon, where she stared at him with smoldering eyes, and wiggled where she stood.

After Banishing the cum and sweat from the futon, Harry complied, laying on his back with his feet facing Hermione, and his eyes raking her body as if he couldn't get enough… which was easy, because he couldn't.

Dropping to her knees at the foot of the futon, Hermione slowly, sexily, cat-crawled up the length of the bed, easing up over Harry's body at a slow, slinky pace, that had his rock hard cock sliding down her neck, between her breasts, along her little tummy, and then hotdogging her soaking wet pussy-lips. By the time Hermione arrived above Harry, his cock was leaking precum down the length of his shaft, and she was smiling like the cat that got the canary as she knew what she was doing…

"I don't want you to fuck me ragged. I want you to cum as often as possible while demonstrating something for me," Hermione softly whispered directly into Harry's ear. "If you love me, then show me, show our spectators, show your wife, show my husband, show them all…"

At the tail end of Hermione's words, her right hand curled around Harry's shaft just beyond his cockhead, she slipped her persistently tight little pussy down around his cockhead, and then she wiggled her body down the length of his shaft, assisted by his magic. At exactly the same time, she curled her arms around the back of Harry's neck, her thighs squeezed his ribs as if she couldn't make enough contact, and she leaned down over his face to press a kiss upon his lips.

And Harry reciprocated… everything… kissing Hermione over and over like he meant it, curling his hands behind her back to pull her curves flush against his body, and then running his hands up and down her body like the most passionate of lovers.

With a sigh, Hermione hilted Harry's cock inside of her pussy, and she shook in what must have been an orgasm, but she gently rocked atop the man's body and moaned into his mouth. Then Harry started climaxing as well, flushing her womb full of freshly cooked seed, but she never picked up the pace. No. She was far too involved with Harry's face, and the way that she was cupping and kissing his lips and being kissed in return. She rode the man's dick in slow-paced full-dicked swings of her hips, that slammed the man's cock womb deep inside of her over and over again and rubbed her full, heavy breasts up and down his chest, and then she started whimpering words that caused a stutter in the chanting all around the room.

"Love you Harry… Love you so much… I'm yours, Harry, all yours, my body, my heart, my womb, my eggs, all yours…"

In the split second that followed, Harry Confundus spelled everyone on the sidelines into believing that being verbally demonstrative increased the potency of the ritual, at which point the man stopped wheezing in rising anger and returned to chanting as if nothing was amiss. At exactly the same time, Harry tightened his arms possessively around the woman's lower back, started fucking his cock up into her in time with her movements, and kissed her with a renewed sense of urgency that she immediately felt upon her lips.

And Hermione almost immediately came again, with Harry following suit, spilling flowing semen all over his own balls, pelvis and inner thighs when her pussy could take no more.

Hermione gyrated and squirmed atop Harry's cumspilling dick, milking his seed as she rubbed every last inch of her gorgeous wifey body down against her lover.

Harry curled his right hand knuckles deep within her sexy pawg ass, pulling her pussy flush against his balls for the remainder of his load.

And they continued as such for another ten minutes, Hermione milking loads from her man as she came over and over again upon his bitch-breaker dick, and rubbed the cock-bulge in her belly as if she'd massage out more of his seed…

Then finally, a bigger, much more intense orgasm swept over Hermione's body, her arms and legs tightened up around Harry's back and thighs and ass, her eyes fluttered closed, and she buried her face in his neck where she sucked upon his neck… During which time, Harry made sure to release one last load of sperm directly against her cervix, flooding her womb exactly the way she liked it.

And Hermione's cum covered body was lifted away to be deposited next to Ginny, Fleur Delacour was standing at the foot of the bed, and she was staring down at him with feral need within her eyes. "Stand up Harry…"

Harry rose to his feet.

With Harry out of the way, Fleur walked across the bed, lay down upon her back, widened her legs as far as they'd go, caught her ankles with her hands, and then lifted her ass up into the air with her feet next to her face. Very suddenly and dramatically, Fleur Delacour, the preternaturally beautiful mixed magical creature that she was, was holding herself in the position to be mate-pressed, and was staring up into his eyes with a cruel need upon her face.

"Who's mate are you, Harry," Fleur asked with her eyes trailing towards Ginny.

"Yours," Harry immediately responded.

"Who's better een bed, me or your wife," Fleur asked.

"You are," Harry admitted.

"Do you want to knock me up," Fleur asked.

"I do," Harry admitted.

"Zen do so," Fleur ordered with her pussy held up in the air. "Grow your cock another few eenches for me, regenerate ze seed een your balls until your cock leaks your sperm, and zen fuck a baby eento me right 'ere and now…"

In the seconds following Fleur's order, Harry began doing exactly as he was told. After moving to stand over Fleur's body, his cock grew long enough to plunge into her womb, his balls hung heavy as they refilled with sperm, and his cockhead dripped precum as it bobbed in the air. Then the man was crouching down over Fleur's sexily widened thighs, he was dropping his hands down atop her ankles, holding them in place, and he was pressing his cockhead against her over-eager pussylips, where they suckled on his tip.

"Do eet," Fleur demanded, an unhinged intensity upon her ethereally sexual face. "Do eet now! Fuck me as 'ard as you can! Cum eenside of me over and over! Knock me uuuup!"

Of course, Harry's cock was plunging down into Fleur's cunt by the time she arrived at the word up, and the woman's eyes widened to the size of saucers in response to the dickhead invading her womb. For the first time since the ritual started, Fleur lost all control of her allure, bathing the entire cave in it even as it encased Harry's body like a vice. Dicks grew hard all over the room, pussies wettened, every eye was fixated on Fleur's pussy, where a gigantic veiny dick was pounding down inside of her in a brutally efficient mating press.

Fleur screamed and panted and howled like a barnyard animal as she was ruthlessly womb-fucked by a God-like wizard, and her eyes rolled up into her head as she came hard enough to steal her breath and leave her mind a whitewashed wasteland of pleasure. Even then, Fleur never stopped whipping her ass back up towards Harry's every downward pump, slapping her magically pleasurable and active cunt up around his dick in a way that made him throb deep inside of her and moan like a whore.

Then Harry came, pouring a massive deluge of sperm directly onto all of the eggs that Fleur assured would be waiting for him, and she screamed towards the cave ceiling like a woman out of control. "Zat's right! Geeve me your babies, 'Arry Potter! I want zem, and I want zem now!"

With an explosive application of strength, Fleur suddenly kicked her ankles free from Harry's grasp, curled her calves tightly around his lower back, and then impaled her pussy down to the root of Harry's dick, mainlining his cum balls-deep inside of her womb. She was holding on so tightly and Harry was fucking down into her so hard, their thighs crashed together in the air, and Fleur's shoulders bounced off of the futon over and over again.

And the two of them were nowhere near finished with each other.

"Lift me up! Fuck me een ze air! Demonstrate ze way my body should be used!"

After a flurry of rapid movement, Fleur's back was being held flush to Harry's chest, and her body was being held up in the air by the rock-hard dick lodged deep within her body. The cock bulge in her tummy was up beyond her belly button at this point, Harry's forearms were curled up under her upraised knees, and his hands were mauling her tits, where they released magic directly into her nipples. Then she was being lifted and dropped up and down the length of Harry's cock for everyone's viewing pleasure, and she was wailing her excitement in an unnaturally slutty voice. "Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fill me! Show everyone here what it truly means to tame yourself a Veela!"

Then both Harry and Fleur shook like they were being electrocuted, as cum started leaking from Fleur's increasingly inseminated pussy, and yet Harry never stopped thrusting is cock up into her in womb-fucking thrusts.

Again and again for God knows how long, Harry came into Fleur's cunt, until the two of them were rutting like animals on the futon again, with Fleur riding Harry reverse cowgirl… The way the woman's mind-breakingly sexy and perfect heart-shaped ass rippled whenever she whipped her pussy down the length of his cock had Harry groaning towards the ceiling and cumming like a fool, but since that was the purpose of their current exercise, he didn't hold back in the slightest. He launched thick bolts of cum up into Fleur's womb, and she grinded her pussy down against his balls as her body shivered from her head to her toes.

Then three women moved onto the futon, took a hold of Fleur's arms and drew her from his dick…

"We're not done with you yet," Alicia pointed out as she dropped onto the increasingly messy futon, and held her ankles in the air. "I want to get mate-pressed too, but I also want you to kiss me."

"I want to ride you cowgirl so that I can grope your body," Angelina added.

"I want to get fucked unconscious," Hermione concluded.

Forty Minutes Later…

"Yes… yes… so good, so deep, in my womb… I love you," Hermione whimpered in a tiny little voice, as Harry fucked her face down into the mattress from behind, and released yet another cumload into her incredibly cum-soaked womb. Then the woman finally dropped unconscious, as her sexual stamina was waaay better than it had been just a month earlier, and she was a glutton for punishment where Harry's dick was concerned.

To Hermione's right and left lay a trio of mind-broken sluts in the form of Fleur, Alicia and Angelina, which was good since everyone in the circle surrounding them were magically exhausted and ready to pass out.

"Must clean you, a sexy French voice suddenly pointed out, before a newly revived Fleur Delacour moved in from Harry's right, drew his cum-slathered cock from within Hermione's extremely creamy cunt, and then wiggled her mouth down his length as she advanced towards him on all fours….

Two Weeks Later…

After waking up from a dead sleep with a gasp, Ginny Weasley panted for air and allowed the spell-cooled air of Potter Estate's Master bedroom to chill her overheated skin…

Ever since that day… Ever since that ritual… Ginny Weasley was becoming the recipient of a few new… fantasies. Vivid and hot and arousing in the extreme…

Of course, Ginny's memory of the ritual itself was mundane, as everyone proceeded to have very normal and boring sex under blankets within the dimly lit cave, and it was all very forgettable… But it was because of this boredom that Ginny started to indulge in some… fantasies that she never would've imagined herself having.

Of course these fantasies were based around a fact that Ginny seldom admitted even to herself… Harry Potter was far, far too much for her in bed. The man was a sexual force of nature, had her cumming within minutes (if not merely seconds) left her a drooling mess on the sheets long before he was satisfied himself, and that was with the man majorly holding back.

Ginny couldn't keep up, like, at all, which in turn hurt her pride, which in turn made her resentful, which in turn made her standoffish, and she knew for a fact she was hurting her husband in the process…

But these new fantasies… This brand new sexual kink that was growing stronger inside of her with every passing day…

Now they might just help Ginny salvage her marriage.

To Be Continued

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