Ginny pulled the pillow toward herself, but it had nothing to do with trying to find a surface to sleep. Not only it was the middle of the day, but also she had woken up late…
No, reached for the pillow, because she needed to bury her face into the pillow, trying to suppress her moans … while Harry pushed inside her from behind, each push making her tremble desperately.
She had let things go too far, she realized, but it was a realization that came too late. The pleasure was too intense to ask him to stop. It turned out, despite her mother's warnings to avoid such a fate, she had turned into a slut. A very enthusiastic one.
Not for nothing, she tried to convince herself. After all, the man behind her, doing his best to drill her into the bed was not just a nobody, but the hero destined to save the magical world. Where was the harm of keeping him happy…
Especially if keeping him happy made her even happier.
For the time being, she would play along, she decided, very carefully avoiding making any commitment on what that period of time included. She would just keep Harry happy while avoiding that.
She would think it again once they arrived at Hogwarts, she thought, just as he slapped her ass … or maybe, a few days after their arrival, giving him some time to settle.
Only fair, right.
With that decision made, she abandoned herself to his touch, which was … really, really amazing. Fantastic, even, now that she abandoned herself to it. She didn't do much, just lay on her back as he rammed into her behind with a speed that shocked her, reshaping her.
"Why don't you help me a bit, sweetie," he said, chuckling as he reared back one of the hands he currently has groping her ass and spanked her again, making her tighten more.
"How?" she managed to ask as she raised her head momentarily.
"Just push your beautiful ass higher, so I can enjoy your beauty," he said, and despite everything, being called beautiful made her blush. Busy reacting to his words, she didn't react immediately. "Unless you had enough, and want to stop, of course."
"No!" Ginny gasped in panic as she pushed herself onto her knees, giving him better access. A rather excessive reaction, his chuckle making her feel ashamed, but she let that go without commenting.
Instead,, she whimpered as he pushed inside her once more, his presence parting her apart. "Very good, Ginny. Your enthusiasm is very attractive."
"R-really," she whispered, feeling flattered despite his spank on her bottom, just pushing back and forth against her presence. What she was doing might be wrong, but being called attractive worked for her.
Even if he was rougher than she expected. Her experience was strictly second-hand, of course, but she listened to the tales of her many friends. None of them drew such a domineering picture … nor told her that it would feel this good.
Getting roughed up and being … taken hard was turning out to be much more fun than she expected, to the point that she let it get in front of the mission. She was supposed to be alert and aware, in case the Death Eaters discovered them, but she let that go.
Instead, she let her newly discovered favorite activity dominate her mind, as decisively as she let Harry dominate her from behind. She said nothing as he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back — the moan she let out didn't count as saying something — using that as leverage to get even deeper inside her.
"How does it feel?" he asked.
"Amazing. It feels amazing," Ginny answered.
"Good to hear," he answered even as he slapped her ass again,. She had no doubt her ass would be horribly bruised tomorrow. Yet, rather than commenting on that, she let herself enjoy his invasion … until she started shivering once more.
Her arms and legs lost their strength and she collapsed once more. She was happy lying on her face, but his arms wrapped around her waist and flipped her, so she ended up on her back.
Very naked.
She would have argued, but she noticed his eyes feasting on her naked body. With the way his enchanting green eyes were glowing, she soon found herself immobilized far more effectively than his incredible muscles could achieve.
She crossed her legs playfully. "You're rude, looking at my naked body without shame," Ginny giggled.
"Oh, you would avoid me looking at the naked body of my new wife. It's not fair," he chuckled.
"T-that's just a cover," she shivered, a part of her wanting him to argue against that.
Unfortunately, he didn't do that. Instead, he caressed her stomach. "Yes, but you're the one that showed we need to take our roles seriously. I'm just making sure there's no gap."
"Oh, I can find one," she murmured as she blushed.
"Oh, so can I, maybe even more," he suddenly said, his tone daring. It took a second for her to realize what he was talking about, and she blushed even further.
"Y-you're bad," she whispered as she grabbed the blanket, ready to use it to cover her blush, but before she could do so, his hands wrapped around her wrist, preventing that.
"Yes, I am bad," he said as he leaned forward, kissing her belly, with was adorned by her well-defined abdominal muscles. Then, he climbed up, leaving more kisses … and soon, he was over her breast, circling her nipple with a string of kisses.
She shivered. "I need to rest," she whispered. He didn't answer, instead capturing her nipple between his lips. "Harry," she whispered, her voice needy.
He didn't answer again, this time his hand sneaked between her legs, gently parting her core and teasing her clit at the same time … the pleasure was a flood compared to her usual attempts to play with herself.
He played with her like she belonged to him.
She found it hard to argue.
His hands explored her body while his lips stayed focused on her lips, making her burn with pleasure. "Incredible," she murmured, and that was not just about the pleasure she was feeling. She had just had sex, but she wanted more.
She tried to shuffle away, hoping to get a hint of control. "Don't worry, baby. Just stay on your back for me while I give you a memorable honeymoon. We are just starting." As he explained that,, he pushed against her chest, keeping her immobile. He didn't push hard, but that wasn't needed. Just the slightest pressure was enough to get rid of any hint of strength she could gather.
"That's a good girl. Now, open your legs," he ordered, and she followed, parting her legs open wide. Too wide, even showing off her flexibility.
"Wow, you're really flexible," he commented, and she smirked. "We have to test the limits of it sometime," he followed, and Ginny shivered, the promise very direct. Unfortunately, she didn't have time to imagine what kind of activities were needed to test the limits of her flexibility, not when he parted her core again … and this time not with his fingers.
His weight settled above hers as his hips moved once more, invading her core recklessly. She gasped in shock, enjoying the flood of pleasure. She tried to ask him to slow down, but only moans left her mouth …
And he didn't slow down.
His large manhood split her once more as he pushed into her repeatedly. She would have defined it as a frantic pace … but there was nothing frantic about him. He drilled her fast, but at no point he lost control, giving the impression that she was under his complete control.
Was this really happening to her, she asked again. If it wasn't for the intense physical pleasure, she would have assumed that it was another dream … just like the time she dreamed him in the shower, fucking Hermione.
She didn't need to question whether that was a dream or real. There was no way Hermione could accept something like that … or handle something this large.
If she still had her ability to speak, she would have told him to story and amused him, but with the pressure from his invasion building up, she was too busy moaning and crying. She just threw her head back and moaned, while he kept himself busy kissing her neck…
As well as fucking her aggressively.
"You're a true champion, taking all of it despite being a virgin," he whispered, and she found herself feeling a warped pride from those words … one that she needed to maintain a sense of reality as he continued to ram into her again and again. Soon, she lost any sense of time and location, letting herself get lost in the pleasure…
Soon, she lost track of her moves as well. She remembered climbing on top of him to ride him. She remembered being squeezed against the bathroom wall as they took a shower together. She even remembered being taken on the carpeted floor despite having a perfectly usable — though slightly stained — bed.
She even remembered the waitress visiting their room to bring food, while Harry didn't even stop … but at that point, she was too dazed, so she was convinced that it was just a dream.
And, ultimately, sleep took her, bringing her to a land of bliss…