Smut

by ttyyt

When Harry starts to have certain urges, the people around him are happy to help

Chapter 1

Harry's eyes drank in the fiery red hair of his beautiful fiancee as she laughed with her teammates. Ginny only grew more stunning as the days went by, and Harry was the only one who could enjoy that in full. He was the only one that had the privilege to hear the breathy gasps as he nipped at her perky breasts. The startled moans that escaped her red lips when her tight arse was smacked red. How her brown eyes begged for release when Harry brought her to the edge. And most importantly, how much of a filthy slut Ginny was for him whenever he wanted her to be.

Harry would be the only one to see his beautiful Ginny like that, and he intended to keep it that way. That's why, as the muggles would say, he put a ring on it.

Harry glanced around the engagement party and didn't see anyone he particularly wanted to speak to. Practically anyone that was important in the wizarding world was here. After all, the star chaser of the Holyhead Harpies and the Man-Who-Won were engaged.

Harry had no desire to speak to people he barely knew, and as for friends and family, he had even less of a desire to face them. That was because Harry was having a bit of an issue. In the same way Voldemort had a bit of a temper.

There was something seriously wrong with him.

What he thought about Ginny wasn't strange. In fact, it was almost expected that Harry would think of her like that, even though it was more possessive than usual. What wasn't expected was that when Harry was in front of other women he found objectively attractive, he often imagined them in sexual fantasies that bordered on depraved. The worst part was that the most attractive witches were either in the Weasley family or would be part of it.

Harry's usual source of help, Hermione, certainly wasn't an option this time. Not when she starred in too many of those inappropriate fantasies, often with Ginny right beside her. Harry wondered if he was experiencing some sort of late puberty because of how messed up that period was in his life. Harry made a mental note to check himself at St. Mungos for any lust potion that he might unknowingly be ingesting.

He and Ginny had an active sex life but never had Harry thought of other women that way, at least this often. His desire had always been to have a family he could call his own, and Ginny was more than enough for that dream to come true.

"What're you standing around for, mate? You know most of these blokes are terrified to come talk to you, right?"

Harry glanced at Ron and smirked, "Good, I don't really want to make small talk. A bit of quiet sounds great to me."

Ron snickered, "Should have thought about that before you invited half of the country."

"That was clearly your sister," Harry rolled his eyes, "I would have been happy to just have our friends over."

"You could have said 'No.' Suck it up and stop brooding, Harry."

"Sure, I could have stood my ground," Harry nodded sagely, "But then Ginny would get all pissy. She'd stop doing that thing with her tongue and..."

"Oi!" Ron covered his ears and glared, "That's my sister you're talking about!" Harry smirked, "And your sister is one sexy witch."

"How would you feel if I talked about Hermione like that?"

"Oh?" Harry's eyes lit up, "I wouldn't mind. Hermione's right up there with Ginny."

Ron looked at Harry like he had grown a second head. A small part of him wouldn't mind getting some pointers from the raven-haired wizard with how... glowing Ginny was all the time. Plus, Ron had accidentally overheard his sister raving about Harry to her girlfriends. It was too much information for him, but Ron wouldn't mind letting Hermione experience some of that... With Ron himself doing it to her, definitely not Harry.

Before the hesitant Ron could say anything, Harry recoiled in horror and muttered an apology before rushing off to Ginny.

He wasn't sure why he said that to Ron. Harry had previously told him while they were on the run that he thought of Hermione like a sister. It had been complete BS and something Harry had said in a panic to calm Ron down.

First of all, Harry didn't know what it was like to think of someone like a mother or father, let alone a non-existent sister. And second, he was well aware that Hermione was an attractive girl, one he guiltily imagined in a wank session once or twice. Harry was sure that wasn't very brotherly.

Now Ron had to be very aware that Harry felt some sort of attraction to Hermione. What the wizarding hero wanted to do right now was pull Ginny into a room and fuck all of his frustration into her tight body. Get all these ridiculous thoughts of Hermione on her knees, or Fleur bent over the table, and the worst of all, Molly Weasley screaming her lungs out while Harry fucked her brains out.

Harry shuddered purposely to try and keep his erection down. Magical folk were known to age slower, and Molly Weasley still looked to be in her prime. If by prime, it meant to be an absolute MILF of a woman with her youthful face and curvy body. But Molly Weasley looking fuckable wasn't important. It was how depraved Harry's thoughts were getting every day.

Sometimes he thought that Ginny was partially to blame. The closer Harry got to making her a permanent figure in his life, the darker his urges became. That was silly, though.

"Harry! I was about to call you over!"

Harry said his hellos to the girls surrounding his fiancee before whispering in Ginny's ear, "I need you to come with me for a second."

Ginny's legs shook at the look Harry gave her. She recognized it because Ginny always ended up as a cum-filled mess after Harry was done with her. But she had to be strong and tell her stud that this wasn't the time. They couldn't disappear from their own engagement party.

"This wasn't a request, Ginny," Harry growled when she hesitated, "I need my little slut right now."

Ginny turned a flattering red as she waved at her giggling friends while Harry dragged her away like a savage. She looked around the party and hoped that no one saw them leaving. It wouldn't take much to come to the conclusion of what Harry was going to do to her.

Unfortunately for Ginny, someone did notice, and it might have been the nosiest witch at the party. Molly pursed her lips as her beautiful daughter was pulled away from the party by a stone-faced Harry. Her immediate thought was to go put a stop to what would undoubtedly happen to Ginny.

Molly recognized Harry's look. She had seen it on Arthur's face in rare occasions when he was much younger, and it always ended in the most fantastic sex.

When Harry and Ginny disappeared into the Burrow, Molly tore her eyes away and decided to give the couple some time alone. They were adults now, so who was she to tell them what to do?

"Lovely party, Mrs. Weasley. You must be proud of your daughter."

And there was also this. The Weasley family had unexpectedly started to gather power after Voldemort's fall. It was subtle initially, with more responsibility given to Arthur and her sons getting preferential treatment at the Ministry. But eventually, the thin veneer of subtlety was ripped away when Arthur was blatantly asked if Harry Potter was going to be his son-in-law.

Molly had to reassure her husband that he got his promotions on his own merits, even though that might not be true.

Arthur was a hard worker who deserved it, but connections were more important. And who was more important than the Man-Who-Won? Molly was just thankful that her pretty little daughter was the one that captured Harry's heart. Besides, she knew that the poor boy wanted a big family, and with Ginny being a descendent of the Prewetts, Harry would have no problem breeding her daughter until he was satisfied. Molly had a feeling that Ginny wouldn't mind that either, especially if she was anything like her mum.

"Mrs. Weasley?"

Molly smiled stiffly since she forgot that people were talking to her. She didn't recognize who they were, so they must be some of the people Ginny invited for 'networking.' Molly didn't know anything about that, but since they were guests, she had to be polite.

A constant stream of people introduced themselves to her, and Molly was itching to escape meeting more. Luckily, she had a convenient excuse.

"Excuse me for a minute. I need to check on my daughter."

Those two had be have been done with whatever they were doing. Molly would be disappointed in her daughter if she couldn't get Harry to finish after almost thirty minutes of alone time.

Under the glances of far too many leering men, Molly left the party and closed the door behind her. She smoothed her acromantula silk dress and wondered why she agreed to wear it in the first place. Ginny insisted Molly must look the part as the Weasley Matriarch, but this dark blue dress was a bit much.

Molly was accustomed to being a mother first and a woman second for the past few decades, so she had taken to wearing extremely conservative clothes. Sometimes, Molly had even forgotten that under the motherly aura she had taken up, there was a woman that had been

made to be bred by strong wizards and had the body to match. After all, the Prewett women were known for that trait.

The dark blue silk dress left nothing on Molly's body as a secret. Her large, natural breasts were practically bursting from the low neckline. The taper at her waist did nothing to hide Molly's unfairly tiny waist that ballooned out to wide hips and an arse that would clap if she wasn't careful of how she walked. It made her feel like a young woman again with all the gaping looks she had received, but Arthur seemed to have taken no notice, much to her disappointment.

There were older now, but they weren't muggles to lose their sex drive. It looked like Arthur just wasn't interested anymore, which was a shame. Oh well, Molly still had a trusty tool that could do the job in her drawer.

"Please, Harry! Forgive me!"

Molly froze at hearing her daughter's voice wail through the house. "Did I say you could talk, slut?"

Molly blinked when she heard the unmistakable sound of an arse getting beaten red. The smacks of a hand landing on a firm arse were drowned out by Ginny's whorish moans. Molly realized that maybe she should leave before she was caught.

"You've been traipsing around playing Quidditch for long enough. It's time to show you what I expect from you as my wife."

Ginny screeched in what Molly assumed was pleasure before the rhythmic clapping of bodies meeting each other echoed through the home. The older redhead peeked around the corner to see Ginny helplessly held in the air as Harry rapidly pumped his thick cock in her daughter's leaking pussy, with his heavy balls bouncing off Ginny's firm arsecheeks.

"HAREEEE! YOU'RE RIPPING ME APART!"

Molly begged to differ. She thought Harry was doing only what a man should do to his woman. She always thought Ginny needed to be tamed and was happy to find out that Harry was easily up for the job.

"Good!" Harry grunted into Ginny's drooling face, "Maybe I should get you pregnant so you'll stay home more often."

Molly knew her daughter well enough to see that she liked the thought of that. It made sense. Molly's greatest joy was getting a baby fucked into her, so her precious daughter shouldn't be too different.

"B-But," Ginny stuttered while getting used like a hole for Harry to pound his cock into, "My career! HNHH."

Harry didn't blink when the beautiful redhead squirted all over his legs and floor, making sure to completely fuck the thoughts out of her.

"Fuck all of that," Harry growled, "Have you seen your mother? That's what a true woman is supposed to look like."

Molly let out a small gasp, wondering why she was brought into this debauchery.

"I'm going to fuck baby after baby into your womb. Make your tits grow big to nurse our children and your arse fat so I can pound into it all day."

Ginny's tongue lolled out of her mouth as her whole body shook from the orgasm that hit her with the image of her future.

"Just."

SLAM. Ginny shrieked as her womb was invaded by Harry's cock. "Like."

SMACK. Ginny arched her back when her arse got spanked. Harry leaned down to lightly bit the pink nipple calling for him before letting it pop out his mouth.

"Your MUM!"

Molly looked wide-eyed as her daughter absolutely creamed herself on Harry's cock. Her kitchen floor had puddles from the amount of femcum that Ginny squirted out of her pussy. Harry looked like he owned her daughter from how his face had an arrogant smirk as he looked at Ginny losing her mind on his cock.

Molly unconsciously circled her nipple through her dress as she imagined Harry's cock ripping through her pussy as he threatened to breed her.

"Harry," Ginny panted, "You such a Merlin-damned stud."

Harry lifted Ginny by her arse before dropping her back down his thick cock. "FUUUUCK ME!"

Molly backed away slowly from the sex-crazed couple.

"Oh, I plan to, sweetheart. I haven't fulfilled my promise to breed you yet. I'm going to make it my goal to send you back outside with my cum dripping down your legs."

Ginny's shrieks started again just as Molly slipped out of the Burrow. Her daughter had a more exciting sex life than she ever had herself. Molly could feel her pussy dripping at the memory of Harry's massive cock taking ownership of Ginny. Her tool was going to get used quite a lot tonight.

Another thing was that Harry used Molly as an example of a perfect woman. She wasn't vain enough to think that was literal, but she couldn't help but be flattered. It's too bad Harry was Ginny's. Molly might have given him a taste of what she could offer if he wasn't. Of course, it would have depended on if Arthur would have been alright with it... and Molly knew he would have. You can't be married to someone for decades without learning their deepest secrets and kinks.

It's a moot point since nothing would happen.

"Molly? Did you find Harry? I've been looking for him for the past hour."

Molly turned to see Hermione with a worried frown on her face and smiled, "He's inside with Ginny, dear. They're taking a break to... have some alone time."

Hermione blushed as she immediately got what Molly was saying. She rolled her eyes, "They've always been like that."

Molly let out an uncharacteristically girly giggle. She doubted Hermione knew what they were actually like. Speaking of, Molly was extremely proud of Ron being able to catch someone like Hermione. Her often underachieving son truly went above his league to get the stunning brunette. Then again, Ron showed that he had bravery and loyalty in spades at the end of the war. Maybe it wasn't too much of a surprise.

"Let's leave them to it. I'd rather not hear my daughter scream at the top of her lungs... again."

That was a lie. Molly thought it was beautiful that Harry and Ginny could share such depravity. In her opinion, that was true love.

Hermione's blush grew even brighter, "You walked in on them?"

Molly hummed, "On Harry talking dirty. It was quite a shock. But they are adults now, so I'm sure it's normal."

Hermione wasn't sure what to say about that overshare, but thankfully, Molly led her to the snack table while talking about when she and Ron planned to get married.

Chapter 2

Chapter Notes Patron Request

Ginny's legs wobbled before collapsing, her body making a small splash as it landed in a puddle of her juices mixed with copious amounts of Harry's cum. The exhausted redhead stared at her stud of a fiancee as he looked down at her with a proud smirk.

Sex with Harry was becoming more and more intense with every month that passed. They were both virgins at the start of their relationship, and it was Ginny that had been the aggressor with intimacy. That was shocking since Harry now regularly turned Ginny into his personal whore and used her until she was bloated with his cum.

Ginny loved how demanding Harry was now. Maybe it was because of how Molly Weasley kept mentioning how real men took what they wanted when Ginny was a child, or maybe Ginny was simply meant to be Harry's little slut. Either way, she would change nothing... except perhaps a new thing Harry started mentioning when he fucked her.

Ginny's voice rasped from all the screaming she had done, "That was amazing, honey, but... did you really have to bring up my mum while we were having sex?"

Harry crouched next to Ginny, making her eyes go right to his exposed cock. It was at a perfect height to take into her mouth.

"Did you think I was joking?"

Ginny was a little shocked by Harry's reply, "What do you mean?"

"Your mum," Harry drawled, "Is one of the sexiest women I've ever seen."

Before Ginny could explode in anger, Harry continued, "From what I know about Molly, she looked just like you when she was younger." Ginny got goosebumps when Harry ran her hands over her bite-marked tits and taut midriff. "I love your body, but imagine the things I'll be able to hold onto if I knock you up."

Ginny let out a shuddering breath when Harry started to finger her. "Your mum's one sexy witch. There's nothing wrong with me thinking of her once in a while."

Ginny slapped Harry's hand away from her pussy and barked, "Harry! You're going too far!"

That seemed to have snapped Harry out of whatever state he was in. He blinked before looking at her apologetically.

Ginny almost felt regretful for breaking the mood, but Harry told her to try and interrupt him when he went crazy with lust. Rough sex and dirty talk were the norms for the couple, but talking about other women during sex, especially Ginny's mum, definitely wasn't normal.

"I think it's time we get you a check-up. We've been putting it off too far." It felt a little ridiculous for Ginny to give Harry advice while naked and sitting in their combined juices.

Harry grimaced but had to agree. He might do something that he'd regret if he's always this horny. What if talking wasn't enough and Harry actually started chasing these women?

"I already thought about doing that. I was hoping that fucking you would get all the nonsense out of my head, but I think it made it even worse."

Ginny licked her lips when her man's cock added a dollop of precum to the pool on the floor. She really should take care of that for him, but she was supposed to be mad at Harry. Not suck off his cock like a good little whore.

"Do... Do you need me to help take care of that? I don't want you to go out there frustrated."

Harry was tempted to take Ginny up on her offer, but maybe more sex wasn't the answer here. Harry waved his hand to vanish the puddle on the floor to the redhead's disappointment before effortlessly lifting Ginny up in a princess carry.

"Thank you, Gin, but I know you're almost at your limit."

It took Harry an amazing amount of control to say that to his exhausted fiancee instead of fucking her into the ground. His instincts roared at him to show his woman her place for trying to dictate what he should say when he was inside her. That terrified Harry.

Why would he want to punish Ginny for saying something sensible? If the redhead had a wandering eye and admitted it to Harry, there was no doubt he would go ballistic and try to get rid of her distraction. Harry tightened his grip around Ginny's light body and wondered if this was normal. Maybe the feeling of ownership and protection was normal between couples.

Ron was on autopilot as he wandered around the party, his mind still stuck on what Harry revealed. It... wasn't that big of a surprise, to be honest. Ron might be relatively simple and straightforward, but he could see something as obvious as Harry's attraction to Hermione. However, it was never something to be concerned about. There was a part of Ron that hoped this was Harry simply being a little tipsy and saying more than he intended, but that was only a tiny part.

It made his stomach sick, like he had eaten something horrible. Ron couldn't help but imagine Harry and Hermione alone in the tent after he foolishly abandoned them. Scared and alone, seeking comfort in each other's presence. Hermione swore that nothing had happened, but even if it did, could Ron really complain about what they did when death was around the corner?

"Never thought I'd see that look on your face Ron."

Ron reflexively reached for his wand before stopping himself. Bill had become scarcely silent when he wanted to be after getting scratched by Greyback, enjoying the surprise when others didn't realize he was behind them.

"Bloody hell, Bill! Do you want to get cursed?"

"Hasn't happened yet," Bill chuckled, "So what did Hermione do to make you think like that?"

"What makes you think it's Hermione I'm thinking about?"

Bill looked at him in disbelief before nudging his head at Fleur. "It isn't easy being married to a Veela, so I have more than my fair share of headaches."

Ron gave him a weak smile before staying silent for a few seconds. Bill didn't rush his littlest brother and patiently waited.

"What if Hermione lied about something that could change our relationship?"

Bill's eyes widened in surprise. He thought Ron had another row with Hermione, which had almost become routine at this point. Not something that put the whole relationship into question.

"It would depend on what the lie is, Ron. I need more than that to know if it's as bad as you're saying."

Ron turned red in shame before reluctantly explaining what he suspected happened in the tent while they were on the run. Bill's initial thought was that this was complete nonsense. Even if

something did happen, Hermione and Harry seemed determined to keep it buried and forgotten.

"Ron," Bill started slowly, "Maybe this is best left alone. What would this accomplish even if you brought it up to Hermione? The best case is that nothing happened and she would be furious at you for thinking she lied. The worst is... well, is it something you need to know? It was before your relationship anyway, so why does it matter?"

Ron knew what Bill said made sense, but the feelings that rose in him when thinking about Hermione possibly comparing him to Harry made him uneasy.

"That isn't what you're really worried about," Bill said with realization.

"I heard Ginny talking about how good Harry is in bed. What if Hermione's been faking it the whole time with me?"

There was a brief silence before Bill started roaring with laughter, making Ron's face turn red in anger. When the younger redhead made to leave, Bill stopped him between chuckles.

"Wait! I'm sorry, Ron, but I didn't expect my little brother to still think like a kid." Bill ignored Ron's protest and continued, "Also, I didn't need to hear that our sister enjoys Harry in bed."

When Ron still looked unsatisfied, Bill decided to speak out loud about a worry that plagued him since he married Fleur.

"You know the rumors about Veela?"

Ron snorted, "That they're freakishly beautiful?"

Bill ignored that, "That they're insatiable. It's already getting hard for me to keep up with her."

"Bill, I swear to Merlin I'm going to curse you if you don't get to the point. If you're just bragging about Fleur..."

"Fleur's mum has men on the side," Bill's words made Ron clamp his mouth shut, "I know. I had the same reaction. Those rumors about Veela have some truth to them. Their sex drive is so strong that when their partner starts to slow down, the Veela will usually find others to fuck to keep herself satisfied."

Ron wasn't sure what to say here. He always thought Bill and Fleur were too in love to ever think of others that way.

"Is-Is Fleur looking for others?" Ron asked hesitantly.

"No," Bill seemed strangely calm to Ron, "But I already know that if I want to be with Fleur, I need to accept it will likely happen in the future."

Ron looked away from the bother he suddenly felt a lot of pity for. He felt that odd feeling in his stomach again at the thought of Bill greeting Fleur after she had taken another man in her body.

"If I'm not rethinking my marriage with Fleur when I know what will happen if I stay with her, why would you give up someone like Hermione because of some suspicions you have about what she did before you started dating?"

Once again, that made sense on the surface, but Ron didn't really feel much better about his situation.

"Chin up, Ron. Hermione's making her way here."

Ron was vaguely aware of Bill wandering off as he looked at Hermione walking towards him. Who would have thought the stunning brunette used to be a bossy know-it-all he couldn't stand in his first year? Hermione was still unmistakably herself with the wild hair and bright, intelligent eyes, but unlike her awkward teenage years, she grew into her looks.

Petite and beautiful seemed to be the description that fit Hermione to a tee. However, Ron wasn't thinking about how lucky he was to have her right now. He was wondering if Harry was the lucky one to be the first one to have her. When Ron first slept with Hermione, she told him that she had lost her hymen long ago by accident, and he believed her. Now Ron couldn't help but doubt it.

"I didn't know the Chudley Cannons were playing today." Ron blinked, "What?"

"You have this resigned look on your face," Hermione said with a giggle, "I call it the Chudley Cannon face."

Ron couldn't even find it in himself to argue with Hermione like he wanted to. Seriously, why did Harry have to put these thoughts in his head?

When Ron didn't lighten up, Hermione frowned and leaned forward to whisper, "What happened? Is it Harry?"

Ron suddenly came to a decision. Of course, Hermione's first thought was to worry about Harry. It made so much more sense.

"Harry," Ron said with disgust, "It's still him isn't it." "Ron?" Hermione drew back in surprise.

"I know what you two did. Harry practically admitted it before running off to fuck my sister." "Keep your voice down!" Hermione hissed, "I won't have you ruining their big day!"

Ron's ears turned red, but he had the sense to keep quiet when he looked around and saw Bill giving him a pointed look.

"Follow me," Hermione pushed him toward the Burrow, "I need to hear what has you up in arms this time."

Unfortunately for Ron, Harry was exiting the Burrow at the same time with I-just-had-sex hair. The raven-haired wizard saw the two and smirked before giving them a wink as he walked back to the party.

"Honestly," Hermione muttered, "He needs to learn to control his sex drive."

Ron shifted uncomfortably when he heard her and grumbled to himself. After Hermione shut the door behind them, Hermione looked at him with daggers and growled, "So what was that about?"

Ron backed away before realizing he was the one that was supposed to be angry. "You lied to me!"

"About what?" Hermione asked with confusion.

"The damned tent! You fucked Harry there, and you told me nothing happened!"

Hermione stared at Ron blankly before the redhead found himself holding his cheek that was stinging from a hard slap.

"You dare bring that up when you were the coward that abandoned us?! I already told you nothing happened between Harry and me!" Hermione's voice was shrill until it suddenly became calm, "But what if I did? So what if I let Harry fuck me every single night you weren't there? What right do you have to complain about it?"

Ron thought he would be hurt by Hermione's cutting words, but that was minor compared to the feeling he didn't want to acknowledge. Unfortunately, Hermione didn't give him that chance.

"I thought you got over your absolutely horrid habit of being jealous of Harry. He's marrying your sister, for Merlin's sake! If I didn't know better, I would have thought you..." Hermione trailed off when she noticed an unmistakable bulge under his robes.

"... You actually like it."

Ron shook his head rapidly in denial.

Hermione tilted her head and gained a look familiar to people who knew her well. She was solving the puzzle that had always been missing a few pieces.

"Ron," Hermione said in a soft voice after moving closer to him, "Did you like hearing that? Your best friend had me all for himself, using my body however he wanted. Having me wake him up every morning with his cock already deep in my mouth. Taking his anger on you out on my tight little pussy, treating the girl you love like his personal fucktoy."

Ron shuddered when Hermione ran a finger over his stiff shaft. He stumbled back and fell on his arse as he moaned when a wet spot grew on his robes. Ron let his spunk dirty his clothes before looking at an amused Hermione.

"I finally understand why you act jealous all the time," Hermione rubbed her finger on her dress, "You were hoping I was doing what you imagined in your fantasies."

Ron wanted to deny it, but a secret hidden so deep that even he didn't know existed had been forcefully revealed.

Hermione bent down to pat his cheek patronizingly, "It's a shame none of that happened. I truly was faithful to you, Ron, though now I know you might have been ecstatic if I regularly took Harry's cock."

"W-What happens now?" Ron asked with a gulp. He might have a strange desire, but he still loved Hermione and didn't want her to break up with him over this.

"Nothing," Hermione shrugged carelessly, "I'm not going to leave you over something as silly as this."

She thought it was fascinating that Ron had equal parts of relief and disappointment in his eyes.

"That's good,'' an amused voice stated from the side.

Hermione gasped and twisted in place with her wand at the ready. She immediately calmed down when it was Ginny.

"G-Ginny! It's not what you think!" Hermione didn't say that. It was Ron.

When Ginny threw her head back in laughter, Hermione could see the numerous love bites covering her neck. Harry must have put them there before he left. Ginny had told Hermione that he was becoming more and more like an animal in bed.

"Please, Ron. Don't act like you didn't explode in your trousers with Hermione barely touching you."

Ron sputtered and looked at Hermione for some backup. The brunette wanted to test how far her boyfriend's newfound kink went, but she didn't want to do that in front of Ginny.

"Lay off, Ginny. Ron's just had too much to drink."

Everyone knew that was a blatant lie, but Ginny backed down after seeing Hermione shoot her a sharp look.

"Fine. Let's go with that," Ginny said with a sigh, "You know I was supposed to be resting? Couldn't exactly do that with the screaming match you had down here."

"We were hardly screaming," Ron said while dusting himself off.

Ginny noticed the large wet spot on Ron's trousers and saw Hermione staring at him with a familiar smile. It was a smile her mother had when she was looking at her father. Something that was a mix of mockery and love.

It was strange that Ginny herself had a fiance that was the complete opposite of her father, and it seemed Ron and Hermione were following in her parent's footsteps.

Chapter 3

Chapter Notes Patron Request

Harry was a little surprised as he passed by Ron and Hermione while leaving the house. Even more so when it was the brunette witch that was practically pushing Ron. Harry winked at them and walked to the party with a chuckle. It looked like he wasn't the only one that couldn't wait until the guest had left to have sex. Harry just hoped that the sound of those two fucking wouldn't reach Ginny's ears. He didn't want his fiancée to suffer like that.

"Mr. Potter! Could I get a moment of your time?"

Harry's first reaction was to deny whoever was asking, but when he turned to see Molly standing next to a portly man with annoyance on her face, Harry grew curious.

"Of course, Mr...?" Harry trailed off.

"Barrows. Archer Barrows, Mr. Potter. It's a pleasure!"

Harry's hand was vigorously shaken, reminding him of how Fudge acted when Harry had first met him. When the man let go of his hand, Harry stepped to Molly's side while giving her a smile.

"And how can I help you, Mr. Barrows?"

"Ah, yes," The man puffed up, "I was speaking to your fiancée's lovely mother about a sponsorship for the Holyhead Harpies. I'm an investor, you see."

Harry looked at Molly curiously, wondering why this man was trying to sponsor her. And in what exactly? As far as Harry knew, Molly wasn't interested in anything that could attract a significant sponsor. Unless...

Harry turned a sharp eye back to the man and saw the well-hidden glances at Molly's plentiful cleavage. He could understand the attraction those had, so he didn't blame the man much, but was this man really dumb enough to try and snag his future mother-in-law?

"I see," Harry drawled, "And what exactly are you sponsoring Molly for?"

He missed the surprised glance Molly shot him for calling her by name. The Weasley matriarch wondered if Harry's mind was still in the state when he was fucking Ginny.

"He's not trying to sponsor me, Harry," Molly corrected, "It has more to do with you sponsoring them."

Harry frowned, "Is that so? Mr. Barrows, I'm afraid I don't have anything to offer you."

"No, no," The portly man quickly denied, "I wasn't asking for money from you, Mr. Potter. I wanted to offer you the title sponsor for this year as gratitude."

"Oh," Harry wasn't sure what to say. He knew how much value those sponsorships were to the quidditch clubs, they were fairly useless to him. "While I appreciate the offer, Mr. Barrows, I don't have any way to use its full potential. Plus, I don't want my future-wife furious at me for causing her team to collapse because of this."

Harry was surprised when Barrows let out a deep laugh. "Trust me when I say I will not be losing any money over this, Mr. Potter. If you don't have anything to advertise, then might I suggest something related to the Weasley family?"

Harry's mind immediately went to the joke shop George ran and ended up thanking the man for the gift.

After the man left earshot, Harry muttered, "Well, that was strange."

"Please," Molly scoffed, "Some of the people here are clamoring to give you a gift that's even more extravagant."

Harry tried to ignore the temptation of her chest and did his best to focus on Molly's brown eyes. "Why in the world are they doing that?"

Molly shrugged, "To get you to remember them, of course. You're a famous man, dear. Remember to keep yourself from getting a big head."

This time, Harry couldn't ignore the delicious jiggle of her tits when she moved her shoulders. Unfortunately, he thought Molly might have seen that. Harry mentally cursed himself before trying to act like he wasn't caught.

"I can deal with brown-nosers, Molly."

Molly once again noted that Harry called her by her first name. She remembered how he 'threatened' to impregnate her daughter to turn her tight body into the voluptuous bombshell Molly possessed. She especially remembered that last part, how Harry had claimed Molly was the sexiest woman he had ever seen.

"I know, dear," Molly reached up to pat his cheek, "Forgive me for trying to act like your mother. I know you feel uncomfortable when I do."

The older redhead figured that should remind Harry that he was talking to his fiancée's mum. Molly had noticed that he was being rather unsubtle about his appreciation of her dress. She idly wondered if Ginny would still insist on her wearing it if she knew her husband-to-be couldn't stop staring at her breasts.

"Oh, you'd be right about that, Molly," Harry casually placed a hand on her lower back to lead her to the refreshments, "I certainly don't see you as my mother. Not even close."

Molly wasn't sure how she should feel about that statement. She never tried to replace Lily Potter and never would. Still, Molly was slightly insulted that Harry said it wasn't even close. That would have been something she would have focused on if Harry didn't have his hand dangerously close to her arse. Molly was starting to think that his attraction to her wasn't limited to simply riling up Ginny during sex.

While Molly was questioning what Harry was doing, the man himself was doing the exact same thing. He had half a mind to go back inside the Burrow and fuck Ginny senseless to sate his lust, but his poor fiancée had already done her best. Besides, if Molly didn't say anything, Harry could assume that he wasn't pushing any boundaries.

"Have I told you how much I appreciate all the work you put in to make this party so great?"

Molly distractedly nodded at some of the guests waving at her as Harry maneuvered them through the crowd. "It wasn't all me. You know it took many people to help make this happen."

"That doesn't mean I didn't notice your effort, Molly."

Molly allowed herself to be led to the other side of the refreshments table, wondering if she should make an excuse to get away. She noticed that they were mostly hidden from the rest of the party, and the only people still around them were far too drunk to know what was happening around them. When Molly felt Harry's fingers rubbing small circles into her back, getting closer and closer to the curve of her arse with every passing round, she knew it was now or never.

Molly could either let Harry cross the line that they could never come back from, or she could put a stop to this before her daughter was betrayed.

The stacked redhead chose the first option.

When Harry's hand moved to the top of her arse, cupping the soft flesh lightly in his hand, Molly casually filled a glass with some wine. She let him get in a few squeezes before saying, "Where're you going with this, Harry? You do realize that I'm going to be your mother-in-law."

"Sure," Harry leaned closer to her to grab a glass while slipping his hand lower to fully palm her arse, "But like I said, I will never see you as any type of mother. I want to fuck you far too much for that."

Molly waved with a smile when Arthur saw her and waited for him to turn away before looking at Harry. She thanked the table for blocking the view and ran her hands over the front of his trousers, lightly tracing the stiff shaft that was quickly growing under her ministrations.

"Did my Ginny not wring the cum you have pent up in those big balls of yours? I saw my lucky daughter getting plowed like a Knockturn whore a few minutes ago."

Harry's cock was hard as steel as surprise flashed on his face. "You saw that?"

"I saw the whole thing, dear," Molly rubbed her thumb over his head, spreading the wet spot caused by his precum. "I also heard you saying something about me. What was it again?"

Harry grunted when Molly unzipped him and reached into his trousers to directly wrap her hand around his cock.

The busty redhead gasped when she felt the wetness around his shaft, "Is that Ginny's...?"

"It is," Harry smirked cockily. It made what they were doing all that much more exciting when Molly didn't pause stroking his cock.

"I wonder if my daughter knows the kind of man she's marrying."

Molly jumped a little with a yelp when Harry smacked her shelf of an arse in response, making her breasts bounce endlessly. "And I wonder if Ginny knows what an absolute slut of a mother she has."

Molly flushed a wonderful red and moved her hand faster, wishing she could use both hands to better cover Harry's cock. But it would make it all too obvious to everyone what Molly was doing if she did that. It was already a small miracle that they weren't drawing eyes.

Harry was far too gone to stop now, but a small part of his mind was yelling at him about how wrong this was. However, just like when he lost himself when having sex with Ginny, Harry wouldn't be able to snap out of it until someone helped him.

That someone definitely wasn't going to be Molly. She was too busy trying to milk every drop of cum Harry had stored in his balls.

Harry didn't think that his fiancée's mum would be giving him a world-class handy at his own engagement party. And right in front of all the other guests too.

"Molly," Harry grunted, "You need to figure out where I'm going to cum. Because it definitely isn't going to be in my trousers."

Molly didn't stop jerking his cock and looked around for a few seconds before quickly dropping to her knees. Harry had to bite his tongue and hastily put down the glass in his hand before tightly gripping the table for support. The witch had sealed her red lips around his leaking cock as soon as she fished it out of the zipper.

"Fuck, Molly!" Harry hissed quietly, "You're a raging slut!"

Molly winked at him and used both hands to work his cock like she wanted to from the start. The voluptuous redhead would be willing to slobber on Harry's knob no matter how long it would take to finish the stud.

Arthur tried to look for an escape from the conversation he was stuck in.

This engagement party was a gift of sorts by Ginny for the Weasley family. Arthur knew that Harry preferred something small and intimate, but his thoughtful daughter fought to have something grand for their benefit. It brought Arthur shame that he was using Harry's fame like this, but there was nothing he wouldn't do to help his sons in their lives.

However, there was only so much he could take of people that barely acknowledged him just a day before suddenly acting like they were lifelong friends. Arthur was never good at pretending to like other people, but like his Mollywobbles says, a man sometimes has to bend his beliefs to make others happy.

Arthur's wife had said that near the start of their marriage... However, it was meant for a very different activity. He quickly shoved that thought away and tried to look for his wife and see if she could be the excuse to get away from the man talking to him.

It didn't take long to find her. She looked unbelievable in that dress that Ginny got for her, and the reaction Arthur saw from others told him that he wasn't alone. He did find it curious that Molly was standing so close to Harry, though.

Arthur initially thought that his future son-in-law was in one of those moods, and Molly was trying to cheer him up, but Harry certainly didn't look like he was brooding. In fact, it looked like he was quite distracted.

Molly saw him looking and waved at him with a smile, giving Arthur the perfect excuse to get away.

"I'm so sorry for cutting this short. My wife's waving me over."

"Ah, Mr. Weasley!" The man whose name never registered with Arthur hastily stopped him, "Just a few more minutes of your time."

With a barely hidden sigh and a fake smile, Arthur somehow put up with more inane chatter until he could escape. He looked back to where he last saw Molly and was relieved to still see her at the same spot. Though Arthur thought it was strange that Molly and Harry were even nearer than before.

The closer he got to where his wife was standing, the more Arthur suspected something wasn't right.

When Molly jumped a little before giving Harry a scolding look, the shock Arthur felt stunned him for a second. He saw her arm move slightly faster, making Harry's absentminded expression more vacant. Arthur suddenly recognized what his wife was doing.

Arthur gulped and used a spell that hadn't seen its intended use for well over a decade. He felt the chilling feeling wash over him as his presence became almost invisible. Arthur hesitated for a few seconds on whether he wanted to open this can of worms before unsteadily moving to get a better view.

"... where I'm going to cum. Because it definitely isn't going to be in my trousers."

Arthur's breath hitched when he saw Molly's slender arm reaching inside Harry's trousers through his zipper. He could see the enormous size of the cock that Molly was pleasuring out of sight, making Harry's pant leg shift wildly every time Molly jerked him.

The redheaded wife looked around as if looking for any watchers before disappearing behind the table. He could see the top of her red hair slowly moving back and forth on Harry's groin, but Arthur's spot no longer had a good view.

"Fuck, Molly!" Arthur heard Harry hiss, "You're a raging slut!"

With his legs seemingly having a mind of their own, Arthur moved to the other side of the table to join Harry and Molly. This spell wasn't intended to be used so close to other people since any decently skilled magic user would be able to sense that someone was watching, but Arthur simply had to see this. It's been years upon years since he had felt this kind of excitement, ever since Molly had put a stop to these kinds of activities due to being too busy with their children.

Arthur's hand unconsciously moved toward his hardening cock when he saw his beautiful wife's red lips stretched thin around Harry's wide cock. She had a look he had never seen before in her eyes, even when they were doing these kinds of things early on in their marriage. A look told Arthur that Harry was in charge, and Molly was just along for the ride.

Arthur stifled a moan when Molly's hands almost turned into a blur on Harry's shaft as she tried to suck the cum out of his balls.

"Keep my cock right there, Molly!" Harry fisted Molly's hair and left only the tip of his cock in her mouth, "I want you to keep my cum in your mouth for the rest of the party."

Arthur's legs almost gave under him as he imagined his wife walking around with a mouthful of their future son-in-law's cum stored in her mouth.

"Fuck! Get ready!"

Molly hollowed her cheeks again while jerking Harry's cock right into her mouth, ready for whatever he had to give her. Unfortunately, she had forgotten the amount of baby batter Harry had filled Ginny with earlier and underestimated how much he would unload. Molly's cheeks quickly puffed out with the amount of cum filling her mouth.

That was only the first shot. The second nearly overwhelmed Molly as a stream of cum slowly dribbled out of her mouth. Arthur whimpered softly at the sight of his wife willingly debasing herself for Harry.

Molly tried to keep everything sealed behind her lips, but the third and final shot could no longer be contained. Instead of letting more cum escape her mouth, Molly chose to swallow

the creamy gift and let it settle in her stomach.

Arthur's trousers were sticky and wet as he almost wheezed for air from seeing his wife gulp down the spunk. He weakly moved away from the area since he knew the spell would soon fail, and if not that, Harry would probably discover him once Molly stopped sucking his cock. Arthur might love to watch his wife have fun, but he didn't want Harry to know about his shameful secret.

Harry held Molly's head in place with a grip on her hair as she opened her mouth to show the cum pooling in there.

"I saw that you swallowed much of my cum, Molly."

Molly didn't deny it and shrugged her shoulders, drawing attention to her tits again. Harry made a note to bury his face between her jugs and see if they felt as good as they looked.

"I didn't think I would cum so much, so I'll give you a pass this time."

Harry used his cock to scoop the cum on Molly's chin back into her mouth before remembering they were in public. If he prolonged this anymore, someone was bound to find out what he was doing. Harry quickly drew his wand before casting a couple of cleaning and drying charms before tucking himself back in his trousers.

Before he left, Harry reminded Molly, "I'll check on you after the party to see if you still have it in your mouth. If you don't, then forget about tasting this cock again."

Molly watched Harry walk away with a skip in his step as she pulled out a pocket mirror to fix the cum-streaks on her chin, the ruined makeup from Harry dragging his cock over her face, and her messy hair from Harry's grip.

When she got herself presentable, Molly stood up while smoothing her dress and looking around for any strange looks. Luckily, it looked like Molly had escaped... for now.

Her cheeks were still slightly bulging with Harry's cum, and there was plenty of time for someone to figure that out.

Chapter 4

Chapter Notes Patron Request

It didn't take long for Harry to realize what he had just done. The wide grin on his face slowly fell off when he thought about what Ginny would think about it. Harry never even considered keeping what he did with Molly a secret. It was bad enough that he couldn't stop thinking about the sexy MILF on her knees, but Harry didn't want the additional guilt of trying to hide that from Ginny.

And as bad as it was, there was a more practical reason that Harry wanted to tell Ginny.

This wouldn't be the last time Molly Weasley had his cock in her mouth, and Harry was already imagining fucking her fantastic arse from behind. The trick now was to try and figure out how to keep Ginny while railing her mum. Harry didn't intend to let his firecracker of a fiancee go.

He turned around to glance at Molly and found her straightening out her dress. For once, Harry wasn't staring at the tits that were almost spilling out of her dress. His eyes locked onto her face, noting the slightly puffed cheeks that Harry knew contained the cum he spilled inside her mouth. He had to tear his gaze away before his cock reacted again and got him in more trouble.

"What's wrong with you, Potter?"

Harry tensed in surprise before relaxing when he saw it was Pansy Parkinson. If there was a prize for someone making a complete turnaround, then Pansy would have won it. Harry still thought she was a first-class bitch, but the former Slytherin had dedicated herself to righting whatever wrongs she had done during the final battle. Pansy had made the surprising choice of becoming a healer instead of spending her adult life as a Pureblood Lady.

"Parkinson? I thought you'd still be running around in the hospital."

"I wish," Pansy said while rolling her eyes, "It seems like the great Harry Potter getting engaged reduced the number of patients in my ward."

Harry blinked before realizing that she was being sarcastic. "Funny. Really funny."

Pansy eyed him and noticed that he seemed more disheveled than usual. She asked him again, "Seriously, is there something wrong? You seem distracted."

Harry thought that was an understatement. This had passed being a mere distraction.

"Nothing to worry about. It's just that Ginny invited too many people," Harry intended to stop there but was suddenly reminded of Ginny asking him to get a check-up. Since Pansy was right here, Harry could get that taken care of right now and see if there was something that could justify what he did with Molly.

"Actually, Parkinson... no, Pansy. Could you help me with something?"

Pansy raised her eyebrows at Harry calling her by name. They weren't enemies anymore, but they certainly weren't close enough to be on a first-name basis.

When Pansy motioned Harry to keep talking, he said, "I've been feeling... strange the past few months. I'd usually ignore it, but I did something I would never do normally. Could you check if there is something influencing me?"

Pansy was annoyed that her work followed her to what should be a break. If anyone else asked, she would have told them to get lost, but Harry Potter wasn't someone people would deny these days.

"Fine," Pansy said with a huff, "Right now?"

"Of course not," Harry motioned at the guests, "It'll have to wait till after they leave."

Pansy hadn't planned to stay that long, but Harry didn't give her a chance to protest when he walked away without waiting for an answer. Pansy rolled her eyes and took a sip of her drink. She liked Harry better when he was a scrawny kid that was too nervous to be this arrogant.

Ron fidgeted before speaking, "Ginny? Could you keep this secret?"

He had been uncharacteristically quiet since he had returned from his room after changing his clothes. The sticky feeling of the cum in his trousers was gone. However, Ron still remembered the shame and arousal the moment he came from Hermione's words. It was impossible to ignore what he had been unconsciously avoiding for years now, and Ron's stomach dropped when his cock started to react when he thought of Hermione with Harry.

And from his beautiful girlfriend's intensely curious expression when Ron came inside his trousers like a teenager, he knew that Hermione would interrogate him for all the details of the newly discovered fetish when they got home. Ron was just thankful that Hermione acted like nothing had happened while talking to Ginny... Though, his sister saw the shameful display in its entirety.

Ginny was talking to Hermione while waiting for Ron to finish changing and gather himself in the privacy of his old room. She didn't give much thought to what she had discovered other than that it was another way to blackmail Ron if he got too annoying. Unlike her brother, Ginny didn't particularly care what Harry had done with Hermione while on the run. She was confident that Harry loved her enough to never cheat on her. If he ever dared to do so, Ginny was more than capable of making Harry grovel for forgiveness. She didn't notice that kicking Harry to the curb was never an option in her mind.

"Consider it forgotten. I don't need any part of your sex life in my mind."

Ginny said it with an exaggerated expression of disgust that Hermione burst out in laughter. The redhead bombshell grinned at Hermione before turning to Ron and saying, "Seriously, let's pretend that this never happened."

Ron nodded in relief but still looked away from the two women staring at him. It still felt like Ginny was laughing at him, which was something Ron could deal with, but Hermione looking at him with a smirk was new. He would have exploded in anger in the recent past when he thought Hermione was mocking him, but Ron had a feeling that this might be the new norm.

While Ginny and Hermione whispered to each other about things Ron purposely ignored, he looked out the window and saw Harry happily walking through the party as if he had just caught the snitch. Ron was particularly confused when his oldest friend stopped to talk to Malfoy's former fangirl.

"Ginny? Did you know Harry was friends with Parkinson?"

Ginny and Hermione paused at Ron's question and moved to look at what had his attention. Ginny rolled her eyes at what she saw and said, "You should blame Hermione for this. She convinced Harry to give people like Parkinson a chance."

Ron glanced at Hermione before nervously looking away, still feeling awkward around his girlfriend. After a few seconds, Ron said, "Does he have to be so chummy with her, though?"

"Ron," Ginny said with a warning, "You know how I said we should forget about your little secret? If you make it sound like I should be jealous of who Harry talks to, I might conveniently remember everything. I'm not insecure like you apparently are."

"Ginny! Leave it alone!" Hermione said sharply.

Ron was glad that Hermione defended him, but it wasn't like it was false. Besides, he thought it was silly that Ginny didn't watch Harry more closely. After Voldemort was defeated, the last Potter's popularity with witches increased significantly. While Ron knew his friend was loyal to the bone, he was still mortal. Harry might be able to ward off a couple women

throwing themselves at him, but Ron found it hard to believe that he could keep that up for years and years.

Ginny glared at Ron, daring him to continue. Well, he wasn't known for getting hints.

"Parkinson might have looked like a pug in school, but she definitely doesn't anymore. Look at that! They seem to have agreed to something!" Ron said while ignoring his fuming sister.

"Ginny," Hermione interrupted any potential blow up, "Let me talk to Ron privately. You're supposed to be getting some rest anyway."

It looked like Ginny wanted to argue, but instead, she backed down, "I should go back outside. Can't exactly abandon my own party."

Hermione watched Ginny go back to her room to look her best before turning to Ron, who was still staring out the window at Harry.

"Should we have the talk now? Or do you want to wait?"

Ron didn't want to, especially since he was processing it just like Hermione, but she always knew what to do with her habit of planning ahead. Maybe it was best to have the talk.

"Uh... Yeah, I guess," Ron said with obvious reluctance.

Hermione noticed Harry leave Pansy to talk to a guest she didn't know before quickly looking away. Ron's confession brought inappropriate thoughts to her mind when looking at her friend.

"Is this something you only fantasize about? Or do you want to actually make it happen?" Hermione was blunt and didn't try to dance around the subject.

Ron felt like something was stuck in his throat when he tried to talk. He was never good at articulating his emotions or feelings. That doubled when Hermione asked him if he preferred to keep Harry fucking her in his fantasies or make it a reality.

Before he was able to get a word out, Hermione continued talking.

"Of course, it can't really be Harry if you want it to be more than a fantasy. Harry would never think of doing it, and Ginny would try to kill us if we even asked. I guess we'll have to find someone else to-"

"NO!" Ron's shout cut her off.

Hermione blinked and stared at Ron. After a second, she asked, "No? For what, exactly?"

"I don't want anyone else involved," Ron said with clenched teeth.

Hermione was given more time to process that when Ginny came down the stairs and left the house to return to the party. There was a tense silence as they waited for the door to close.

Hermione was visibly confused at this point. It wasn't that she wanted to find some other man to satisfy Ron's fetish, but Hermione would have been willing to do so to keep their relationship strong. But his firm refusal brought up old feelings that were best buried deep in her mind.

Hermione had two attractive males as her closest friends in her teen years, and that undoubtedly brought up fantasies involving them both. Of course, it was nothing close to the depravity that Ron was suggesting.

"You only want me to be with Harry?" Hermione asked leadingly, "Don't you think that'd be a bit strange? Almost like I have another boyfriend?"

This was all hypothetical in Hermione's mind. Harry would never get involved, but she wanted to find out what Ron was thinking.

"Not a boyfriend," Ron insisted adamantly, "Just... Just a friend that you sleep with." He paused for a few seconds before taking it back, "Maybe this is best left as a fantasy."

Hermione agreed with the last part, but Ron's cock was clearly the best indicator of what he wanted. She noticed his trousers tighten ever so slightly when he talked about Harry sleeping with her. Before Ron embarrassed himself by ejaculating in his pants again, Hermione changed the subject.

"Why not anyone else? Why only Harry?" Hermione didn't need to know this, but she certainly wanted to.

Ron struggled to find an acceptable answer for a good minute, but Hermione didn't rush him.

"I-I guess it wouldn't be the same."

That actually told Hermione a lot of what she wanted to know, but it also brought up many more questions that were burning in her mind. However, Hermione saw Ron's struggle and discomfort and decided to give him a break for now.

"Let's go home, Ron. We both have too much on our minds to stay here."

Ginny was thankful that the day was about to end and the party wouldn't last much longer. She had accompanied Harry in entertaining the various guests she had invited to give her family a hand and was beyond tired of talking to people she didn't know.

After Ginny had left the Burrow to give Hermione and her brother privacy to figure out their odd sex lives, she had made a beeline straight to Harry. Ron's words must have affected her more than she thought because Parkinson had come up almost immediately when Ginny could question Harry.

She instantly felt guilty when Harry told her he had asked the former Slytherin for a check-up on his recent issues. Ginny had completely forgotten that Parkinson had become a healer.

When the last guest finally walked off to the apparition point, Ginny looked at Pansy and waved her over.

"Let's hope this is just us worrying about nothing," Ginny commented while watching the pretty healer walk to them. When Harry didn't respond, she turned to him to see his attention elsewhere. Ginny followed his line of sight to her mother, who was standing next to her flushed father.

A flash of jealousy spiked within Ginny before she ruthlessly stamped it down. She didn't mind Harry looking, but her mum looked far too slutty in that cleavage-baring dress that Ginny had bought her. Those massive jugs had no equal, and Ginny was keenly aware that Harry repeatedly mentioned their greatness while fucking her pussy into submission.

Ginny's jealousy and annoyance blinded her to how her parents were acting. If she had paid closer attention, Ginny would have noticed the startling similarity on her father's face. It was identical to Ron's when Hermione lied to her brother about how Harry had used her body. She would have noticed her father hunch over slightly when her mum opened her mouth for a second before covering her mouth with her hand.

But Ginny didn't see any of that and elbowed Harry in the side before hissing, "Stop looking at my mum."

"Sorry, sorry," Harry said sheepishly before reluctantly looking away from Molly. He wasn't looking at Molly's ridiculously stacked body for once. Harry's mind was in overdrive at seeing the MILF tease her husband with the cum she was storing in her mouth. Especially when Arthur didn't explode in anger and instead seemed to be having trouble stopping himself from exploding inside his trousers.

That was something to think about after Pansy did the check-up. Harry knew that he shouldn't be able to think about what he planned to do with Molly with almost no guilt when Ginny was standing next to him. He almost hoped there was something wrong with him at this point.

"Potter. Weasley," Pansy said as a greeting.

"Pansy," Harry said more casually, "Let's get this finished, so we don't hold you."

Ginny nodded at Pansy and put some privacy spells. After casting, Ginny said, "I assume this is under the healer oath?"

Pansy was already waving her wand in odd motions over seemingly random parts of Harry's body. While running her wand over Harry's ear, Pansy distractedly said, "Of course. Think of this as an official healer's visit from St. Mungo's."

Harry's thoughts wandered off as Pansy did her job. He had always thought healers were equally as odd as wandmakers. Both had seemingly arbitrary ways to come to their conclusions, and they were both far beyond his understanding. Before Harry knew it, over ten minutes had passed.

Pansy frowned and stepped back after finishing what she needed to do. Harry was fine and in perfect health, except for one bizarre thing.

"Well, you aren't going to drop dead anytime soon, so nothing to worry about there..."

Both Harry and Ginny glared at Pansy when she trailed off. Harry said, "There's something more. What is it?"

Pansy hesitated before saying, "It's like your magic hasn't settled yet. That's odd because it usually happens when we are about sixteen or seventeen."

"Settled?" Harry asked blankly. This was the first time he had heard anything like this, and Ginny's expression told Harry she felt the same.

"Muggles only have to deal with hormones, but witches and wizards also have their magic maturing simultaneously. You, Potter, are experiencing it years later than you should have."

Harry frowned at Pansy's explanation. His initial thought of experiencing puberty wasn't too far off. "So... it's not anything serious? That's the only thing affecting the way I'm acting?"

Pansy glanced at Ginny for a moment before saying, "It could be serious. I'd have to check, but it'd be wise to follow your urges for now. At least until I confirm there'll be no negative effects on your health or magic. I have never seen an adult experiencing something like this."

"Wait," Ginny interrupted, "What do you mean by following his urges?"

Pansy could see that the redhead wasn't too pleased, but keeping Ginny happy wasn't her job. "You might have noticed that the upper years were fairly randy when we were at Hogwarts. Magic is partly the reason. Our class didn't get the chance to do the same since the Dark Lord dominated our thoughts, so it helped us during fights with much more powerful adults."

"So," Harry said skeptically, "Because Voldemort stopped us from thinking about sex, our magic focused on helping us fight? You know this sounds ridiculous, right?"

"I know," Pansy said with a shrug, "But it's the best theory we have right now. But you seem to be an exception, Potter. I couldn't tell you why, but I think we can get a better idea if you come to St. Mungo's."

"He'll be there," Ginny answered for Harry, "Thanks for doing this, Parkinson. I was getting a little worried about him."

"I'm sure you were," Pansy said with a smirk, "Potter must be wearing you out."

Ginny flushed slightly before giving her a glare. Pansy ignored the redhead's attempts to set her on fire with her eyes and said, "Send me an owl when you plan to come in, Potter. My colleagues would be fascinated by your issue."

Harry agreed and watched the witch walk away before turning to Ginny. "Did you hear that, Gin? I should follow my urges. It's the healer's orders."

Ginny rolled her eyes but privately thought that she should be more lenient when Harry goes a little wild during sex.

Chapter 5

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Molly had to thank her dress for the distraction it provided. Harry's order put her in a bit of a bind since she was the future bride's mother, and Molly was expected to play nice with the people invited. Unfortunately, the to-be-groom put a rather large deposit of salty cum in Molly's mouth, making talking impossible.

"It-It's good to meet you, Mrs. Weasley," The man talking to her stammered with a red face before he was pulled away by a middle-aged woman. Molly hadn't said a word in that interaction and got away with only nodding with a tight smile. The redheaded MILF was scared that if she smiled carelessly, the cum in her mouth would dribble out through some gaps.

Molly once again thanked the bountiful cleavage her dress exposed since the man talking to her once again had most of his attention on her tits. The woman next to him, probably his wife, was also staring in envy and anger at how the man couldn't look at Molly's face for more than a second.

Not for the first time, Molly wondered if she had made a colossal mistake. Maybe she was cock-drunk at the time, but sucking the cock of her daughter's fiancé seemed to be one of the worst ideas possible... Even though she hadn't been this turned on in over a decade.

Molly saw another couple walking toward her with broad smiles on their faces. She resigned herself to going through another mindless conversation where she couldn't speak. On the bright side, Molly was getting used to the taste of Harry's cum as she swirled it around her mouth in boredom. It might be her imagination, but she tasted a hit of treacle tart underneath all the saltiness.

"Molly! There you are!"

Molly flinched and quickly covered her mouth when she accidentally parted her lips from the surprise of Arthur calling for her. She quickly turned away from the couple walking towards

her and smiled at her husband with closed lips. Molly wondered if she should show Arthur what she was holding in her mouth now or if she should wait until the party was over.

"Molly?" Arthur asked with a frown when she didn't say anything to him, "Is everything alright?" The image of his beautiful wife on her knees while gulping down their future son- in-law's seed flashed in Arthur's mind. Never mind that his wife possibly drank down their potential grandchildren, Arthur was just excited that Molly was in a mood to do things like this again.

However, Arthur was worried when Molly still didn't answer him. He was surprised when she led him around the party in its waning minutes while leaning her face close to his ears like she was going to say something. Well, Molly still didn't utter a word, but Arthur's nose picked up a scent of something familiar.

His eyes darted to Molly's face, and noticed for the first time that her cheeks were puffed out. Arthur froze, making Molly stop and look at him curiously.

"Molly... is that...?" Arthur trailed off and stopped after remembering that too many people were around them.

However, Molly seemed to understand what her husband was asking and quirked her lips, circling her tongue inside her mouth to let Arthur faintly hear the cum being stirred.

Arthur wrapped his arm around Molly's waist to hold on tightly in an effort to stop himself from losing his legs and whispered in awe, "Dear Merlin."

Molly wasn't aware that Arthur knew whose cum it was and planned to surprise him with that knowledge later on. Her best idea so far was to suck Harry's cock right in front of Arthur without warning. Molly knew her husband would probably cream himself inside his trousers if she did that, not knowing that had already happened a short while ago.

Of course, her Arthur was also known for being sensible and might instead be horrified that she was doing this with Harry. In Molly's view, her daughter got herself a real man, and she had taught her little girl what they were like when she was younger. If Ginny wasn't enough

to keep Harry sated, it would obviously be the mother-in-law's job to step in. Or that was the twisted logic Molly settled on to justify what she did and was planning on continuing with Harry.

The husband and wife were able to work together until the end of the party to hide what Molly was doing. Arthur took charge and did the chatting with Molly giving close-lipped smiles, acting like she was a trophy wife.

Arthur pulled Molly aside when the last guests left and demanded, "Show me."

Molly did nothing except stare at Arthur with a raised eyebrow, waiting for her husband to ask again correctly.

Arthur gulped before softening his tone and asking again, "Please? Mollywobbles, I need to see it."

Molly looked around to make sure nobody in the family was watching. This was a secret she didn't think any of her children would like to know. Percy seemed to have already left with his wife, most likely to adhere to his self-imposed daily schedule tomorrow. Bill and Fleur were lost in their own world, still acting like newlyweds. Charlie had left for his dragon reserve near the start of the party. And George was snoozing on Angelina's shoulder.

As for Ginny, Molly saw her standing next to Harry, listening intently to something a woman was saying. Molly thought she recognized the girl they were speaking to, but the name escaped her.

She turned to Arthur and tilted her head slightly before opening her mouth, revealing a pool of pearly white cum. Arthur whimpered, hunched over, and let out a strangled, "Oh, Merlin! Molly!"

Molly gained a wicked look and lifted her tongue to swirl the seed around in her mouth, making Arthur wheeze when she used a finger to clean up a trail of cum that had started to run down her chin before popping it back in her mouth.

Molly closed her lips before looking down at Arthur's groin, slightly surprised that there wasn't an embarrassing situation to clean up. The redheaded MILF falsely believed that her husband had more lasting power than he did in the past.

Arthur was able to luckily get ahold of himself just in time. He was too focused on Molly to notice Harry and Ginny walking toward them.

"Arthur! Molly! The party was great!" Harry said both their names, but he was only looking at Molly, who was as fuckable as ever.

Ginny hugged Arthur and whispered, "I hope this helped you, daddy. I invited everyone you told me was finding trouble with you."

Arthur took a second to realize that Ginny was talking about his work. With everything that happened, he had almost forgotten about that.

"Ah, right. It was great. Really great. Thank you, Gin." Arthur couldn't look his daughter in her eyes out of shame.

Ginny pulled back from the hug in confusion about why her father seemed so nervous. She was a little worried that instead of helping her family, this party somehow hurt them instead. But as Ginny was about to ask him if everything was alright, Harry interrupted them with a stupid question.

"Molly, how was the dessert you had? What was it called again?" Harry's seemingly random question drew Arthur's and Ginny's attention.

However, compared to Ginny's confusion, Arthur knew exactly what Harry was talking about.

When Molly didn't answer for obvious reasons, Harry told Arthur, "You know how I convinced Ginny that treacle tart is the best dessert to ever exist? I might have done the same with Molly, Arthur."

"Oh," Arthur's voice was shaky, "Is that what Molly ate?"

Ginny sensed that something seemed off but couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"It might be that," Harry replied in agreement, "Or it could be something else. Who knows?"

"You could just ask mum. Why're you being so strange today?" Ginny looked at Harry like he was being ridiculous.

Harry waved her off and said, "We just came over to let you both know we're leaving."

Arthur grunted when Harry gave his shoulder a heavy slap, and Molly tensed briefly as Harry drew her into a tight hug. Out of Ginny's and Arthur's sight, Harry palmed her spectacular arsecheeks roughly. He whispered into her ear, "You can swallow my cum now. I never knew you could be such a slut."

With another rough grope of her arse, Harry let go and quickly pulled a highly suspicious Ginny away.

Molly looked Arthur right in his eyes and made sure he saw her swallow and gulp down all the cum she had in her mouth. Molly parted her lips to show Arthur the proof and was immediately dragged into the Burrow by a red-faced Arthur.

Molly giggled at her husband's eagerness, happy that he was finally showing signs that he still had a sex drive after so long.

"What was that?!" Ginny had her hands on her hips as she glared at Harry.

They had arrived at the Potter Manor, which Harry thought was a snobby name but fit the home quite well. Before he could attempt to get in more comfortable clothes, Ginny started angrily asking him questions.

"What're you talking about, Gin?" Harry asked innocently.

"Did you just grope my mum's arse right in front of my me and my father?!"

Harry wanted to admit that he did, but it would probably be wiser not to say something like that so abruptly. After all, he still wanted this beautiful firecracker of a witch to be his wife. Harry used the hint of uncertainness he could see in Ginny's eyes to his advantage.

"Is that what you were hoping I was doing?" Harry stepped toward his fiancee and brought her into a hug.

"What?!" Ginny's face grew red in anger as she tried to push away, "Why in Merlin's name would I want that?"

"Let's just say I was," Harry said while ignoring Ginny, "Let's say I had my hands all over your mum's fat arse. Spanking those bouncy cheeks until they turned red under my hands... Don't you think that'd be hot?"

Ginny narrowed her eyes and debated what to do. She had two main options, namely kneeing Harry right in the bollocks or slapping his face. However, Ginny quite liked Harry's handsome face and used his balls multiple times every day. So she went with the third and least preferred option.

The option that Pansy recommended. Where Ginny would let Harry follow his urges.

The redhead took a deep breath and closed her eyes, making Harry think this would backfire on him. But he was proven wrong when Ginny opened her eyes and completely changed her mood.

Ginny cupped his growing manhood through the clothes and slid her hands down to his filled balls, marveling in the back of her mind at how fast they had filled back up. "Do you really want to keep talking about my mum? Or do you want to have some fun?"

Those questions were rhetorical. Ginny couldn't think of a single time that Harry had refused sex. She had initially thought it was just Harry being a wizard, but after Pansy's diagnosis, she supposed it had something to do with the late blooming of his magic.

Harry grinned at Ginny and reached down to possessively grab a handful of her tight arse before saying, "I'm always ready to have fun, Gin. But I want you to do something for me."

Ginny soon found herself kneeling in front of Harry, unbuttoning his trousers so she could get to his manhood easily. Harry was fulfilling a particularly wicked desire to see Ginny in the same position that her mum was a short while ago. He knew this was going too far and that Ginny would curse him with endless bat-bogey hexes if she found out. Still, Harry weighed the negatives against the positives and decided it was well worth it.

Harry dropped his boxers to the floor and held his shaft to point the angry cockhead at Ginny's pink lips. He stroked his cock at her while tapping the tip off her plump bottom lip and said, "Open up, Gin. I want to see those lips spread around my cock."

The brown eyes looking up at him made Harry almost cum right then. The image of Molly overlapping with Ginny appeared in his mind before he was snapped out of it when he felt a warmth surrounding the tip of his cock.

"That's it, love," Harry said with a content sigh, "Look at me while you suck me."

Ginny did as Harry asked before taking his cock deeper into her mouth, gagging slightly when it touched the back of her mouth. As she hollowed her cheeks, Ginny noticed that Harry seemed far too easy to rile up compared to normal. A simple blowjob like the one Ginny was giving Harry right now would never be enough to bring him to completion within a few minutes, but from what she was feeling, that was precisely what was happening.

It was exactly as Ginny suspected. All Harry was thinking about right now was that Ginny was sucking his cock only a few hours after Molly did and was in the same position too. It was driving him wild.

"Fuck, Gin," Harry said with a strained voice, "This'll be a quick one."

Ginny hummed around his cock, not helping Harry at all, bobbing her head and using both her hands to stroke his shaft until she saw his balls tightening. Ginny quickly pulled back, knowing that Harry usually preferred to see her painted with his cum, but was surprised when he stopped her.

"Stay right there," Harry had a tight grip on her head, "Keep all the cum in your mouth, love. Don't swallow yet."

Ginny didn't get to think about Harry's odd request for long since her mouth was quickly filled with a salty deposit of Harry's seed. Her cheeks rapidly ballooned as Harry's flooded her mouth, and Ginny was ready to gulp down the baby batter, but to her surprise, the steady stream of cum stopped much faster than expected. She could only assume that Harry had emptied his balls more than she thought when he fucked her at the Burrow.

Harry pulled his cock out of Ginny's mouth and said, "Let me see it, Gin."

The kneeling redhead tilted her head up and opened her mouth while sticking her tongue out, causing some of the cum pooled inside to spill out. Harry's cock instantly recharged from the sight and stood to attention.

"Fuck yes," Harry hissed, "Now swallow."

Ginny was quite a sight, making Harry forget all about Molly. Her cheeks were bulging with his seed, though it was reducing as she swallowed his cum. Her chin had trails of spunk that dripped down to her dress that was splatted with white on the bust. Combine that with her sparkling brown eyes, and all Harry wanted to do right now was fuck Ginny into the floor.

Harry's eyes darted to the thick rug under Ginny's knees and wondered why that wasn't an option. When the cum-drunk redhead looked back up, she saw Harry taking his shirt off before pushing her back to lay flat on the rug.

"Harry! You know I don't like doing this here!" Ginny's mouth was giving off protests, but her hands were helping Harry remove her dress.

Harry hated to rip off the stunning white bra along with the matching thong that complemented Ginny's red hair, but there was a reason his gold existed. However, the redhead clearing didn't feel the same.

"Harry!"

"Hush, love," Harry straddled his beautiful fiancee and dipped down to kiss her, not caring about the cum he could still taste on her lips, "I'll buy you ten of these tomorrow."

Ginny gasped when Harry roughly turned her over so he sat right on top of her firm arse. He moved back until his cock probed at her tight lower hole, gathering some lubrication from her wet lips.

"This won't be gentle, Gin," Harry said before quickly thrusting his cock all the way until his groin slapped against her tight arse, making it bounce under the impact.

Ginny gasped before groaning while digging her fingers into the rug's fibers, her toes curling at the feeling of Harry back inside her. "Merlin! Harry!"

Harry kissed the side of Ginny's neck before making another hard thrust into her pussy, his hips slamming into her arse. The sound of flesh slapping into each other echoed in the fairly empty room, but it was quickly downed out by Ginny's scream.

Harry pushed Ginny's face into the soft rug and grunted as he started to pound into her from behind, turning her pale arse that had just recovered from what Harry did at the Burrow back into a lovely red from the hips relentlessly slamming into it.

"Fuck." SLAM "YES!" SLAM

Harry licked Ginny's jawline and reached below to get to her clit. After all the time he spent fucking the redhead, Harry knew for a fact that he would finish before Ginny at this rate, so he needed some extra help. He used a few fingers to press the button above Ginny's filled pussy before flicking it lightly in combination with thrusts right into her G-spot.

"MMMPPHH!"

Ginny's scream was muffled by the rug as Harry made a last thrust that drilled his cock right to the back of her pussy and unloaded his cum in his favorite place. Right into Ginny's womb.

"Yessss," Harry hissed as he moved his hips while it was pressed into Ginny's arse. With all the work his balls had to do today, Harry was done far quicker than usual before he pulled out and collapsed by Ginny's side.

Harry panted for breath while his mind brought Ginny's mum back to the forefront. He was mainly thinking about how wrong it was to carry on with Molly behind Ginny's back. Especially now that lust wasn't ruling Harry's thoughts, he had more clarity.

He couldn't keep this secret anymore.

"Gin..."

Ginny mumbled something tiredly in a questioning tone.

"Molly gave me a blowjob at the party."

Harry waited for the fist to be thrown at him, but all he got was silence. Right when he thought Ginny was asleep, she reacted.

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Chapter 6

"YOU!"

Harry jumped to the side to dodge a purple spell shot at him by a gloriously furious redhead.

"UTTER!"

Another leap to dodge the second round. Harry was quite attracted to the fury he could see on Ginny's face. If only it wasn't directed at him.

"PILLOCK!"

It was getting to be awkward to keep dodging. Harry was still entirely naked, and his attraction to Ginny's anger was making his insatiable cock wake up. However, that seemed to make the feisty redhead even more furious.

Harry's eyes dropped to Ginny's heaving tits as she gathered up every ounce of rage in her chest. "STAY STILL!"

It wasn't a wise idea to follow that order. Still, Harry knew avoiding Ginny's curses wasn't helping him appease his girlfriend. Maybe getting hit by something that wasn't dangerous would help vent some of Ginny's rage.

A burst of white light left Ginny's wand. Harry immediately recognized it as a stinging hex. A perfect one to get hit by if it wasn't heading directly to his erect cock. Harry decided to take the chance and attempted to move his hips slightly in an effort to spare his manhood from the pain. Luckily, it was successful.

But still painful.

"Fuck!" Harry collapsed to the floor with a groan and covered his crotch, making it seem like he got hit there instead of his thigh.

"Harry!"

Even through the pain, Harry had to hold back the grin that threatened to escape at Ginny's cry of concern. Especially when her anger disappeared as she ran to him and started fussing over the area that was cursed.

"I didn't mean it," Ginny gasped when she saw the swollen flesh on his thighs, "I swear I didn't mean to hit you."

"No, I deserved it," Harry said with gritted teeth, "Even if I couldn't control myself, what I did with Molly was inexcusable."

Ginny had to stamp down the anger that threatened to take over when Harry said her mum's name. She wasn't okay with what her fiancée had done. And Ginny didn't know how to look her mum in the eye and talk to her like nothing had changed. But even with all this, Ginny couldn't bear to be the one that caused Harry pain like this.

The one she was so concerned about took a peek at her before going back to acting like his arm was chopped off. Harry had dealt with pain much worse than this and was just playing it up to earn some sympathy from Ginny. As long as it got the redhead to be distracted from Harry's deed with Molly, it was well worth this exaggeration.

Ginny didn't know much healing magic, but a numbing charm was well within her skill. After casting it on the swollen area on Harry's thigh, Ginny wasn't sure what to do. She wasn't going to let this go, but neither did she want to continue this when Harry was in this state.

"I'm... going to sleep in the guest room," Ginny said quietly, "I need some time to think."

Harry dearly wanted to try and convince Ginny to sleep with him, but instead, he offered to take the guest room himself.

A few minutes later, Ginny was staring at the ceiling while sleeping alone on the large bed in the master bedroom. There hadn't been a day that Harry wasn't beside her in this bed, making it that much stranger for Ginny.

She already knew it was going to be a long night. Whenever Ginny closed her eyes, she saw an image of her mum on her knees while slobbering on Harry's cock. It was mind-boggling that this was something Ginny had to even worry about. It was hard to think that Molly Weasley would ever cheat on her husband.

Ginny blinked and sucked in a deep breath as she remembered something that suddenly had a different meaning.

[Flashback]

"Mummy? Where are you going?" A very young Ginny asked curiously.

Molly felt a little excited that she had decided to do this again. After giving birth to Ginny, Molly put a stop to Arthur's requests. Her eldest, Bill, was starting to ask questions, and there was no way she would allow any of her babies to find out what their parents were up to.

"Mummy and daddy are going to meet a friend. Don't make trouble for your brothers while we're gone."

Ginny pouted when her mother didn't take her eyes off the mirror to answer her. The young girl was used to having all the attention on her, so this made her unhappy.

"I want to come with you!"

Molly chuckled and patted her daughter's head before saying, "Not this time, honey. Your daddy would be sad if I changed our plans."

"Oh...," Ginny wasn't sure why her father would be sad, but she didn't want that. Molly looked up when Arthur walked into the room and gave him a smile.

"Um... are we still going?" Arthur asked nervously while greedily running his eyes over Molly's body. It had been a long time since his wife dressed up in something this revealing.

Molly stepped into Arthur's personal space, leaving only a sliver of room between her massive breasts and his chest. She smirked at the unabashed lust on Arthur's face before smiling wickedly. "Of course we are. I didn't put this on for no reason."

Little Ginny didn't understand the meaning of the expression on her mother's face, but her father seemed happy, so that was good.

[Flashback end]

That moment was so unimportant that Ginny had put it aside in her mind. Only the shock of what Harry revealed to her made her remember that day.

That look Ginny's mother gave her father back then was almost an exact match of what she saw Hermione give Ron. An odd combination of mockery and love that made it feel like Molly saw Arthur as something less of a man.

After hearing how Ron wanted Hermione to fuck Harry, Ginny easily pieced together the clues. Her mother had most likely gotten dressed up to fuck another man that day, and that 'friend' she was meeting wasn't a friend at all.

It was jarring to realize that someone who sneered at scarlet women and instilled the need to be loyal in Ginny turned out like this. This was literally the definition of 'Do what I say, not what I do.'

With this new realization, Ginny supposed that finding out her mother slurped on her Harry's cock was no surprise. Her father's red face during the conversation just before they left the party made much more sense.

However, Ginny felt she should be much more furious at how her parents dared to play along with Harry's innuendo while she was there. Instead, Ginny was wondering if her parents still had those... activities. It might be a massive problem if they were.

With Harry soon to be connected to the Weasley Family by marriage, it would be beyond damaging if this was exposed. Ginny swept the blanket off her body and hastily put on a warm robe before striding to the floo.

"The Burrow!"

Ginny stepped out of the fireplace into her childhood home and yelled, "Mum! We need to talk!"

Harry slowly opened his eyes to stare blankly at the ceiling. He truly was a bastard of the highest order.

Even after seeing his teary-eyed fiancee leave him to sleep alone for the first time in years, Harry didn't regret what he had done with Molly. His dreams last night had been filled with

the busty MILF, with Harry pumping Molly over and over with his seed until he had fucked her stupid.

Harry's only regret was blurting out the secret to Ginny yesterday in a moment of weakness. He could have chosen a better moment when he had a plan to get Ginny to agree to his affair with her mum. Even if that moment would have been near unimaginable to come by. Well, it was too late to change anything now. Harry had to focus on keeping Ginny instead of worrying about how to get his dick wet with her mum.

Harry's mourning about having to give up Molly's voluptuous body was interrupted by the door to the room slamming open.

"Ginny?" Harry asked with confusion, "Er, are you still mad?"

Ginny stared at Harry like he was an idiot.

"Get up!" Ginny ordered, ignoring his question, "I'll be waiting in the living room."

Before Harry could react, the redhead stormed out, leaving him staring after her. His mind was speeding through ways to keep Ginny from doing something drastic, like breaking up with him. Harry didn't think it would come to that, but it never hurt to be prepared.

Not wanting to give his fiancee another reason to be angry, Harry followed after her a few seconds later. He was still in his underwear, not knowing an additional person was waiting for him.

"Hello, dear. Ginny wanted me here to lay out some rules she had."

Harry gulped when he saw Molly sitting on the couch, looking absolutely fantastic, seemingly without worries. The older redhead's relaxed air and Ginny's annoyed, yet not furious, expression told him that the miracle he was hoping for might be happening.

"Ginny?" Harry asked carefully, "What's Molly talking about?"

"I should have known when you started calling her Molly," Ginny said with a sneer, "You wanted to forget you were fucking Mrs. Weasley, right?"

Harry resisted the urge to argue while Molly didn't bother hiding her smile. Ginny shot a glare at her mother before turning back to Harry. "I spent the night at The Burrow last night and had a talk with my parents."

If Molly wasn't here, Harry would have been worried that the following words out of Ginny's mouth would have been about a breakup. That obviously wasn't the case anymore.

Ginny opened her mouth a few times before making a frustrated sound. She waved a hand at her mother and demanded, "You explain it. I can't be bothered to deal with this right now. I'll be at Hermione's until I calm down."

Harry gaped at his future wife as she flooed out, leaving him with her mother. "You're a lucky boy."

"What?" Harry blinked at Molly. It was a mistake to even look at the woman. With Ginny gone, Harry was tempted to start ripping off the clothes she was wearing and do to her what he dreamt last night.

Molly patted the seat beside her. "Take a seat, Harry. I don't bite... unless you want me to."

Harry didn't have any reason to decline. With Ginny's actions this morning, wasn't she basically giving him permission?

Molly found herself sitting thigh to thigh with Harry even though there was plenty of space on the couch. She didn't say a word in protest.

"So... What are these rules Ginny was talking about?" Harry asked while wrapping an arm around her.

Molly looked down at his hand, which was slowly stroking the curve of her hip. She returned the favor by blatantly rubbing the growing bulge under his boxers.

"You don't even know what my daughter said, but you're already bold enough to lay your hands on me."

Harry's eyes darkened as he looked down at the stacked woman that was asking for a pounding. Molly wasn't wearing anything outrageous like at the party. There was no dress that showed off the plentiful cleavage she had in spades. But even when Molly wore clothes that covered every inch of her body, Harry knew what was waiting underneath.

"Harry!" Molly gasped when he lifted her off the couch and placed her on his lap, the extra height putting her massive breasts directly in front of Harry's face. He remembered thinking about burying his face in the softness of her tits at the party yesterday, which would happen before Molly left.

"Tell me," Harry gripped her tiny waist and moved her in circles on his stiffening cock, "What did Ginny talk to you about?"

Molly didn't fight Harry's hands and enjoyed the feeling of his cock hardening beneath her arse. "I didn't think you would confess so easily to my daughter, Harry. Ginny came to my home and started to yell at how irresponsible we were."

"Really?" Harry said distractedly since he now had his hands full of Molly Weasley's glorious arsecheeks. He sunk his fingers into her soft arse and didn't leave any part untouched. Harry's only complaint was that he couldn't grope this fat arse without the skirt getting in the way.

Molly hummed as she wrapped her arms around Harry's shoulders, enjoying how he was manhandling her to his liking. "I was worried she would hate me for what I did, but my Ginny thought about what would happen if I was found out if I went to find a man outside the family."

Harry's roaming hand froze for a moment before continuing their exploration of Molly's arse. He didn't even think about her finding other men to play around with, but it should have been obvious with how Arthur reacted to seeing Molly with cum in her mouth. Yesterday hadn't been the first time Molly sucked another man's cock.

"I see," Harry said in a strange tone, "And what happened after that?"

"Oh, nothing," Molly said with gleaming eyes, "Gin and I hashed out how we would move forward with this."

Molly's breath hitched when Harry pumped his hips up, driving his bulge right into her wet cunt. "And?" Harry growled with impatience.

"Ginny doesn't want me and her father to ruin your name by getting caught, and she gave me permission to come to you." Molly squealed as a sharp crack rang out, her fat cheeks jiggling from the hard spank.

Harry ripped Molly's skirt and clamped his hands onto her world-class arse. "Does that mean I get you fuck you whenever I want?"

"No."

Harry blinked at Molly's unexpected reply.

"My husband might like to see my pussy filled with your massive cock, but Ginny wants no part of it. As long as my daughter isn't around, we can have some fun whenever you want."

Harry freed his cock from its confines in his boxers and lifted Molly before bringing her back down to surround his shaft with her arsecheeks. The amount of butt flesh she had available easily swallowed Harry's thick cock as he used her arse to pleasure himself.

Harry stared at Molly's flushed face and red lips before he asked, "So I can bend you over in front of your husband without you trying to stop me?"

Molly moaned softly at the thought of that happening. She planted her arse onto Harry's lap and said, "Not only won't I stop you, but I'll also be beyond happy to show Arthur how I deserve to be fucked."

"Fuck," Harry muttered. He took a hand off her wide arse and filled it with Molly's tit-flesh, "I don't know why Arthur would let a woman like you act like such a Merlin-damned slut, but I'm going to use it to my advantage."

Molly found her mouth filled with an invading tongue as Harry started to bounce her on his lap at a faster pace. Her arsecheeks clapped around his cock as Harry dry-humped Molly through her panties.

Harry would have extended the time he dry-humped Molly if not for the fact that it felt like he was going to blow his load all over her back. That's not where he wanted his seed to end up this morning. Harry thought of his dream last night and wanted to make it a reality.

He pulled away from Molly's mouth with a slurp and gave her arse another smack, making the redheaded MILF jump on his lap. He buried his face between Molly's massive tits and shook his head side-to-side rapidly, bouncing the soft flesh off his face before moving back to capture a hard nipple through her shirt.

"Harry!" Molly moaned, "You couldn't wait to put your face between these jugs, could you?"

Harry hollowed his cheeks and pulled off her tits with a pop before shredding her top like a savage, leaving her breasts covered only with a lacy bra. His eyes darkened at the smooth flesh revealed to him before saying, "Ever since I saw you showing them off yesterday."

Molly pulled down a cup to reveal a pink nipple begging for attention. "Then why did you stop? Play with them as much as you want."

Harry dived back in to slobber over her tit before concentrating to wandlessly cast a feather- light charm on Molly. She didn't weigh much in the first place, with almost all the fat on her body in her tits and arse, but Harry wanted to use Molly like a toy to show how it would be with him.

The MILF gasped when Harry tore her panties off before effortlessly lifting her until his cock was teasing the opening of her cunt. Molly had her hands around Harry's head to pull him deeper into her tits while she tensed in anticipation, knowing that his fat cock would reshape her pussy.

"Harry," Molly moaned, trying to get some of his cock inside her, "Enough with the teasing. Fuck me!"

Harry grunted into Molly's breast and pulled the fat-arsed MILF down to the base of his cock. The redhead's mouth dropped in a silent scream as her toes curled when Harry split her cunt in half.

Harry's goal of filling Molly until she was dripping his cum meant that this wasn't the time to go slow and take his time. He didn't know when Ginny was returning, so Harry intended to fuck fast and hard until his balls were empty.

Molly didn't get to feel the full length of Harry's cock in her pussy for long. She was immediately lifted off his lap, so his cock was all the way out until only the tip was in her cunt before Harry dropped her back down.

Molly let out a strangled squeak that was drowned out by her arse slamming into Harry's thighs. That was the only sound she could make since Harry gave her poor cunt no mercy and

used it like a tool for wringing his load out of his balls.

The room had no other sounds filling it other than Molly's fat cheeks clapping into each other and into his thighs. Molly's face was gaining a fucked-out look that Ginny often had when wrecked by Harry's cock, and Harry didn't make a sound since his mouth was always filled by one of the MILFs pink nipples.

Molly's pussy squeezed Harry's cock as she silently sprayed out orgasms multiple times, dousing his swinging balls in her juices. Her tits weren't spared either since Harry's spit made them glisten, adding to the shine that came from Molly's sweat.

Harry grunted into Molly's tits and bit down onto her nipple, making the redhead cry out at the shock of the bite before her pussy sprayed out another orgasm when Harry planted his cock deep inside her pussy. Harry moaned into Molly's tit when he felt his cock nudging into her cervix before a shot of cum painted her insides white.

Molly shuddered in Harry's lap as her cunt took every drop of seed he had to give. His cock plugged her pussy to prevent leaks while shot after shot of cum filled Molly's womb.

"Fucking hell...," Harry said after pulling off Molly's tits.

Molly rolled her hips to stir his cock inside her before yelping in shock when she found herself on her back.

"Harry!"

Harry cupped her tits and pushed them together before pumping his cock that was still sheathed inside her cunt. "I'm not even close to being done."

Chapter 7

"Hermione!"

The fork speared with fluffy pancake stopped before it could enter Hermione's mouth. After the long talk with Ron last night, she wanted to indulge herself with a treat. What Hermione didn't expect was the one person that could ruin Ron's fantasies floo into her home without warning.

"Harry's lucky I didn't kick him to the curb," Ginny fumed as she claimed the loveseat across from Hermione.

"What are you talking about?" Hermione asked with concern, all other thoughts vanishing from her mind.

"Oh, please," Ginny scoffed at the worry she saw in Hermione, "I'm not actually going to do that. He's lucky he got diagnosed with that issue."

"Ginny," Hermione said warningly, "What's going on?"

After rolling her eyes, Ginny said, "Something about Harry's magic not settling. Pansy told him to go to St. Mungos for more tests. It just makes him randier. Seriously, you shouldn't worry about that git."

Hermione blinked in confusion, wondering how Harry hadn't gone through magical puberty with the power that he possessed. Sure, he wasn't the next Merlin, but Hermione knew he could eventually be the next Dumbledore. Did this mean Harry would get even more powerful?

"Wait," Hermione said after realizing what Ginny mentioned in the end, "Randy? Like the reason you keep complaining about Harry being too rough during sex was caused by this?"

"Hermione!" Ginny exclaimed, "That's not the issue here! Harry betrayed me!"

Hermione put the fork back on the plate and set it aside. She doubted that it would be eaten anytime soon.

"Let's back up. Betray, as in cheat on you?" Hermione tried to keep the disbelief out of her voice. She had seen the couple together, and Hermione had always thought they were a little too obsessed with each other. Besides, with the amount of shagging they do, she didn't see how it was even possible to have time to stray from the relationship.

"Yes!" Ginny spat, "Harry admitted it last night!"

Hermione leaned back into the couch in surprise. Her mind sped through the women that had been around Harry recently, but Hermione couldn't see who could have caught his eye. As far as she knew, her oldest friend kept to close friends and family these days. If Harry cheated, it had to be someone from outside that circle.

There was also another thing that confused Hermione. If Harry cheated, she would have expected Ginny to be absolutely furious. With the redhead's personality, Hermione had no doubt that Ginny's wand would have been used to a great extent to exact revenge. Instead, she had chosen to come to Hermione's home to complain like it just was some new teammate that annoyed her.

"Do you know who it is?" The words left Hermione's lips before she could control her curiosity. Lavender would have scolded her for not trashing Ginny's fiancé in support. But since it was Harry, Hermione had to get more information before reacting.

Ginny's anger disappeared for a moment as an awkward look passed by her face for a moment. It wasn't like she was rearing to announce to Hermione that her mum had slobbered on Harry's cock.

"Ginny?" Hermione prodded after the redhead fell silent.

"You can't tell anyone."

"My lips are sealed," Hermione promised.

"It was my mum," Ginny mumbled so quietly that Hermione thought she had misheard.

"... Sorry, I think I didn't hear that right," Hermione said with wide eyes, "Did you say your mother?"

When Ginny gave her the smallest of nods, Hermione's jaw dropped at the ridiculousness of the situation. She had always viewed Molly as a woman whose life revolved around her children, for better or worse. Even when Ginny told Hermione that her mother had an affair with Harry, it was still unbelievable.

"Are you sure? How could Molly do that? How could Harry?" Hermione shot off questions rapidly.

Ginny thought of how her mother dressed before following her to meet Harry. It was like a woman about to meet a date rather than a future son-in-law. After all, what normal mother puts on a form-fitting jumper and a flattering skirt to meet her daughter's fiancé.

"Believe me, it's true," Ginny said flatly.

It still didn't process fully for Hermione. And if this wasn't some sort of odd prank by Ginny, why was she not more devastated?

"What are you going to do?"

Ginny shifted in her seat at the question she didn't want to think about. Leaving Harry was ruled out. And the deal she and her mother agreed to pretty much told of how the future would be. Harry could shag her mum as much as he wanted as long as it was out of Ginny's sight.

The biggest thing that Ginny didn't want to acknowledge was that she was angrier about Harry not telling her before doing it instead of the cheating itself. If anything, she was comforted that it was her mother that Harry went for. There was no chance that Ginny's relationship with Harry would be threatened by her.

"I... I might have come to a deal with my mum."

Hermione shouldn't have been surprised, especially with how Ginny seemed annoyed rather than angry at the situation. "You're going to let this happen?"

"I have a good reason!" Ginny defended herself, "Daddy apparently likes to see my mum with other men. Imagine if that news gets out! With Harry marrying me, his name would be dragged into the mud. So instead of other men, mum would only see Harry. That way, it can be kept secret."

Hermione blinked at the new information thrown at her. It suddenly made sense where Ron got his fantasy of seeing her with Harry. It was most likely subliminal since Hermione doubted that the Weasleys brought up their youngest son to be a cuckold.

"So let me get this straight," Hermione started slowly, "To prevent Harry's name from being tainted, you're going to let him keep shagging your mum."

"... Yes?" Ginny said unsurely.

"Huh..." Hermione sat back and looked at Ginny closely. For all of the redhead's beauty, she could not stand up for herself. Hermione was glad Harry still had a fianceé but was confused about why he would choose Molly of all people to stray with. Of course, that was only for the briefest moment before Hermione remembered Molly's revealing dress at the engagement

party. It was still strange for Hermione to think of the older redhead as a woman that men would love to shag.

"Ginny... does thinking of Harry with another woman make you feel something strange?" Hermione asked suddenly. With Arthur being a cuckold and Ron being revealed to be the same, it wasn't a stretch for her to think Ginny might have similar inclinations.

"No," Ginny glared at Hermione, "I know what you're thinking. I'm not like Ron."

"If you say so," Hermione placated, "But you have to admit that it's odd how well you're taking this."

"I don't have an answer for you," Ginny said with a helpless shrug.

Hermione hummed as she thought of her own situation. Despite what some articles written about her private life might say, Hermione really did love Ron. He might be short-tempered and unreliable at times, but when it really mattered, Ron could be trusted to do the right thing. That was just one of the many things that Hermione loved about him. So when Witch Weekly claimed her true love was Harry, it couldn't be more false.

Of course, that didn't mean Hermione wasn't attracted to Harry. The gossip was wrong. Her subtle glances did not mean a deeply hidden longing. It was possible to be attracted to someone while deeply in love with another. That was why Ron's fantasy was so appealing to Hermione. It would let her have the cake and eat it too.

After they left the engagement party, Hermione and Ron talked for what seemed like hours about what he truly wanted. To make a long story short, Ron felt he owed Harry for abandoning him in critical times. Combining that with the feeling that he wasn't good enough for Hermione was the start of his fantasy. In Ron's view, he would be repaying Harry by letting him have the one he loved most while also giving Hermione someone better.

That level of inferiority concerned Hermione, but Ron reassured her that this reasoning only applied to his fetish. She very much doubted that, but they had ended the talk with Hermione

agreeing to try and get Ginny's permission. Something the brunette initially thought would never happen.

She never expected Ginny floo to her home and announce that Harry would now be shagging Molly on the side. Hermione suddenly saw an opening. If Ginny allowed her mum to get railed by her fiance, it wouldn't be a stretch to let her future sister-in-law do the same.

"At least you know how to deal with it," Hermione said with a sigh, "You heard how Ron blindsided me yesterday. I still have no idea what to do with that."

Ginny instantly became alert, remembering how Ron wants Hermione to sleep with Harry.

"He wants me to see other men," Hermione twisted the truth, "But with what you just said, I have to make sure they keep it secret so Harry won't be affected. I can't imagine how bad it would be if the press caught on to the fact that Ron and I were doing that."

When Ginny stayed silent, Hermione continued, "Ron preferred me to go to Harry, but I couldn't do that!"

"Hermione," Ginny interrupted, "Stop."

Hermione shut her mouth instantly, not wanting to push too fast.

"Could you have been any more obvious?" Ginny said with an arched eyebrow.

"Well? What do you think? Even if it was obvious, you must admit it will have a bigger effect on Harry than your mum getting caught."

"Are you trying to blackmail me into letting Harry sleep with you?" Ginny said with disbelief.

Hermione blushed with shame and immediately apologized, "I'm so sorry, Ginny. It's just that Ron really wanted me to do this. I didn't mean it like that."

"Well, at least you're better about it than my mum. You asked me first."

Hermione blinked at the reversal. "Wait, did you just agree?"

"Obviously," Ginny said with a roll of her eyes, "Hermione, I just told you that I'm letting Harry shag my mother. Then you tell me that the reason I did that also applies to you. Of course, I'm going to say yes."

Hermione knew she should take this win and be quiet, but she could resist commenting. "You know, I think you might want Harry to have other women. You accepted far too easily."

"Hermione," Ginny warned, "Shut it."

After Hermione mimed zipping her lips, Ginny added, "We might as well get this over with. Let's go to my place so we can let Harry know I pimped him out. Merlin knows how happy he'd be."

"Right now?" Hermione hesitated, looking at the stairs, "I suppose that's alright."

Hermione decided to let Ron know after she talked to Harry. After all, even if Ginny had agreed, that didn't mean Harry would do the same. It was equally terrifying and fascinating that she was considering this so casually.

"Potter Manor!" Ginny disappeared in a flash of green fire.

Hermione took a last look at the stairs before following Ginny to her home. She smoothly stepped out of the fireplace on the other end and froze at what was happening.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK ME!" Molly screamed as Harry continuously split her cunt with his massive cock.

He had been fucking her nonstop ever since Ginny had left. Molly wasn't even sure how long it had been, only the amount of times Harry had filled her womb with his seed. She remembered each and every time his cum had been dumped inside her because her whole body would feel like it had been electrified. Molly's eyes would roll back while a shrill shriek escaped from her lips, and her cunt would try to hold Harry's cock in place futilely as it kept pounding into her cervix. When it failed, Molly would spray her orgasm around the cock that was ripping her apart.

But it had already happened six times. Molly was exhausted, her whole body covered with a sheen of sweat after the intense fucking she took from the wizard that seemed to have no end to his stamina. Molly remembered thinking Ginny was at fault for not taming this beast of a man, but now she knew just how much work that would take.

Molly moaned when Harry turned her face to claim her lips while roughly groping her bouncing tits. She protested weakly when he hooked her legs before lifting until her knees were just below her shoulders and her thighs framing her massive breasts.

When Harry broke the kiss and sat down on the couch with Molly still impaled on his cock and in a full nelson, Molly said her first word that wasn't a curse.

"Harry?"

He only grunted as he started to brutally destroy the creampied pussy that belonged to his fiancee's mother.

"OH, MERLIN! YOU'RE BREAKING ME, YOU HUNG BASTARD!"

Molly started to screech when her cunt sprayed her orgasm like a broken faucet. She doused the couch that was already ruined by adding an additional layer of her juices. Harry's cock fucked her so hard that the cum that had already been dumped in her cunt was getting pumped out, draining out of Molly's pussy and down to his overworked balls before pooling on the couch.

"I can never get tired of fucking you, Molly," Harry growled through clenched teeth, "I bet Arthur doesn't know what a fucking whore you are. You would probably come here to get your cunt broken in even if he didn't agree to this. Wouldn't you?"

Molly's tongue lolled out of her mouth as she unknowingly took on her daughter's image when on his cock at The Burrow. All she could focus on was the cock that repeatedly hit her g-spot, keeping her in a constant state of orgasm while the cum sloshing around in her womb was slowly leaking out. All Molly wanted to do was make Harry refill the deepest place in her cunt, not only to keep her womb filled but to get the beast fucking her that much closer to exhausting himself.

Unfortunately for Molly, Harry actually wanted an answer to his question. And the way he chose to get her to answer was to fuck her even harder.

Harry tightened the hold on Molly's legs and felt around before finding her nipples. With a tight pinch that made her flinch in his grip, Harry started to ream her cream-filled cunt like it had wronged him.

"HHGNGH!"

Spit flew out of Molly's open mouth as her body fell limp in Harry's grip, her massive tits jiggling at the force of the fucking she received. The only reason they didn't fly up and smack Molly's chin was Harry tightly pinching her nipples, holding the bouncing breasts somewhat in place.

"Answer me, Molly!" Harry demanded between his titanic thrusts into her cunt.

"AHH!" Molly's pussy spurted another enormous orgasm around the tight seal of Harry's cock keeping her pussy plugged. Somehow, even with her getting fucked into near unconsciousness, Molly was able to yell an answer.

"YES! I WOULDN'T CARE WHAT ARTHUR SAYS!"

Harry released her legs and pushed her forward without warning to put Molly on her stomach. He ground her face into the soaked cushions before pounding his cock back into her squelching pussy.

"That's what I thought," Harry almost crowed in victory while sucking on her neck. His hips never stopped pounding into Molly's fat arse. Their flesh clapped together repeatedly until Harry grunted and shoved every bit of cock possible into her depths.

"Fucking hell! Here comes another load!"

Molly squirmed as Harry came inside her for the seventh time this morning. His cock was right at her cervix, feeding blast after blast of cum that felt as strong as the first time he fed her his seed. Harry covered Molly's body with his, settling his cock deep inside her until his balls were done emptying themselves into her womb.

The two were so focused on fucking each other's brains out that Hermione and Ginny went completely unnoticed. The younger women had been standing in the same spot since they exited the fireplace, too stunned to bother to move. The fucking Hermione witnessed was so intense that it was almost impossible not to get aroused.

When Harry started to dump his cum inside Molly, Hermione snapped out of it and looked at Ginny. The younger redhead was still staring at where her mother and Harry were connected. The barest hint of Harry's shaft was visible since the rest was buried in Molly's cunt.

Hermione grabbed the back of Ginny's top and pulled her away. "Follow me," she hissed quietly. Hermione moved to a side room to avoid alerting Harry before putting up a privacy spell.

"That's what Harry's like?" Hermione asked with a bit of excitement. Ginny had told her how Harry never got tired of sex, but the brunette didn't know it was like this. When Hermione looked at Ginny properly, she gasped, "I knew it! You like watching Harry fuck other women!"

The top Ginny had on had two very visible nipples poking out that could only be caused by one thing.

"That's what Harry's like," Ginny confirmed while ignoring Hermione's last sentence. She had initially thought she didn't mind Harry shagging her mum because of how much she loved him, but the arousal Ginny experienced by watching him destroy her mum told her something much different. Hell, Ginny imagined Hermione in the same state half the time she was staring at Harry in a daze.

That didn't mean she wanted to acknowledge it quite yet.

"I'm heading to the pub, Hermione. Do you want to come with me?"

"It's early morning," Hermione pointed out, "And we came here for a reason." "OH YES! FUCK ME, HARRY!"

"I don't think they'll be done anytime soon," Ginny said dryly.

Hermione followed Ginny out of the manor with a face filled with disbelief, wondering how Harry had the energy to keep going.

Chapter 8

"... want Harry to have other women. You accepted far too easily."

Ron froze at the top of the steps at hearing Hermione speaking. After last night, he was honestly too embarrassed to leave the bed to face her and had only mustered up the will to get up a few seconds ago.

What Ron didn't expect was to hear Hermione and Ginny talking. And talking about Harry at that.

"Hermione," Ron heard Ginny warn Hermione, "Shut it."

"We might as well get this over with," Ginny said after a moment of silence, "Let's go to my place so we can let Harry know I pimped him out. Merlin knows how happy he'd be."

Ron stumbled back in shock as he registered what they were talking about. He recalled Hermione's face at the end of their talk last night when she mentioned talking to Ginny. Hermione clearly didn't have any belief that his little sister would entertain the request.

So how did it go from that to what Ron was hearing?

"Right now?" Ron heard the hesitation in Hermione's voice, making him feel conflicted. On the one hand, it made him want to smile at Hermione not being eager to see Harry, but a large part of him really wanted this to happen. Hermione's following sentence made that come true, for better or worse.

"I suppose that's alright."

Ron didn't even realize he was holding his breath until he heard the floo coming to life as Ginny and Hermione left the house. When Ron could bring himself to move a few minutes later, he walked downstairs.

He saw the half-eaten pancake left on the table in Hermione's rush to leave with Ginny. Ron tried to ignore that she was in a rush to go see Harry.

In all honesty, Ron was tempted to chase after his girlfriend before their relationship changed forever. Once Hermione goes through this, Ron knows it won't be something that could be reversed. He's not a complete idiot.

Hermione wouldn't have left in such a hurry if she didn't want to do this too. So what would happen if Ron told Hermione to stop fucking Harry after she had already done it?

Ron shifted in place and glanced at the clock, grimacing when he saw that only a few minutes had passed. He didn't want to wait here and potentially see Hermione's disheveled form returning from Potter Manor.

After struggling with what to do, Ron settled on going to Bill's place. Maybe his oldest brother would have something to say about this. After all, Bill's admission of what would happen with Fleur gave Ron a push to tell Hermione what he wanted. If his older brother could have such a loving marriage even with that future, then so could Ron.

He stepped into the fireplace with a handful of floo powder and threw it down before yelling, "Shell Cottage!"

Ron stepped out of the fireplace at his destination with a burst of green fire. He first saw the calm sea out the window overlooking the cliff. It was surprisingly soothing to his frayed nerves.

"Ron?"

Ron tore his eyes away from the window to see Bill looking at him curiously with a cup of tea in his hands.

"Uh, hi, Bill. Hope you don't mind me dropping in."

Bill saw the need in Ron's eyes for... something. Never being one to turn his siblings away, Bill motioned Ron to a chair. "Not at all. What's going on?"

Ron waffled around for a bit before hesitantly saying, "You know what I talked about at Ginny's engagement party?"

Bill didn't like where this was going. His first thought was that Ron pushed Hermione for an answer and didn't like what he got. Nonetheless, Bill nodded at Ron.

"Right, well. I, uh, might have told Hermione that I might... like to see that?" Ron ended that like a question, as if he was asking Bill to confirm he did something like that.

"...Sorry?" Bill knew he must have misheard Ron, "Did you just say what I think you did?"

When Ron couldn't look him in the eye, Bill's deeply hidden memories, which were purposely forgotten for his mental state, were back at the forefront. Ginny wasn't the only one who unintentionally received a far too close look into their parents' sex life.

Bill thought it was a cruel fate, having two sons of Arthur Weasley turning out just like him. He felt his father was a great man in all aspects except for his private life. When Bill discovered what his mother and father liked to do, he was resolved to be the opposite.

He worked hard to be the handsome, powerful, and talented Weasley whose wife was loyal to him and him only. It was too bad that Bill fell head over heels for a Veela.

For some insane reason, Ron had decided to let Hermione sleep with another man on his own.

"Ron," Bill said with a tired sigh, "Why?"

"I know it's not normal, but I want her to," Ron defended, "When I talked with Hermione at the party, it was as if someone I ignored for years showed itself to me. I was hiding what I wanted Hermione to do with anger."

"The party," Bill stated blankly, "You asked Hermione to change your whole relationship for a ridiculous thought you only had barely a day ago?!"

"Bill! You know I don't like zese sort of talks een ze morning."

Ron clamped his mouth shut when Fleur practically floated to Bill's side and snuggled up to him, looking ethereal as ever.

"'Ello, Ronald. What did you say to Bill to get 'im like zis?"

Ron looked at Bill for some help, but unfortunately for him, he didn't see any hints on what to say. Instead, Bill was direct and merciless.

"If you want to go this route, then maybe Fleur would be a better choice to give you advise."

"Oh?" Fleur saw the stern look on her husband's face before turning to Ron, "'Ow can I 'elp?"

"Er, really?" Ron was much of a fan of Fleur knowing about his... thing.

"Oui," Fleur smiled, "We are family. I weel be glad to 'elp!"

Ron shifted uneasily. With how much effort Fleur was putting into getting closer to Ginny and Hermione, she would likely know about this anyway. That convinced him to speak.

The more Fleur listened to Ron talk, the more amused she was. She had seen what her father was like when her mother left to meet her lovers. Fleur had seen the helplessness in her father's demeanor, which had been the most significant reason she fought so vehemently against her nature. Fleur didn't want to put Bill through that.

Now his younger brother came to their house to admit he willingly allowed his chosen partner to stray from their bed.

"... And zis ees to be only with 'Arry?" Fleur asked curiously.

When Ron nodded, Fleur figured it would at least be within the family. That thought unintentionally caused a snort of amusement to escape, making Fleur flush red at letting out an inappropriate sound.

"Glad this is so funny," Ron glowered at the floor as he made to stand up.

"Non!" Fleur shook her head, "Zat ees not eet!"

"Yeah?" Bill interjected, "I think it's funny that Ginny's okay with it."

Fleur shook her head, "I was zinking eef Ron wants 'Ermione to do zis, 'Arry ees ze best choice."

Bill looked at his wife warily, wondering where she was going with this.

"Eet is not our place to question Ron's relationship, Bill. But eef zey must do zis, 'Arry ees someone zey can trust."

"Of course you'd be supportive of this," Bill said under his breath.

Fleur ignored that and asked Ron, "So you say Ginny ees aware of zis? And zey left together to tell 'Arry?"

After Ron's nod, Fleur continued, "Only a few zings you can do. Eef you want to stop zis, you have to go to Potter Manor and take 'Ermione back right now. Eef you feel otherwise, zen do nothing."

Fleur already knew what Ron was going to choose. While being a Veela meant she would inevitably hurt the one she loved most in the future, it also came with perks. And one of those perks was having a general sense of the emotions of the men around her.

Ron had an incredible spike of arousal when she said he could do nothing, which frankly shocked Fleur at the intensity.

"Right," Ron looked relieved, "Thanks for the help, Fleur. I know what to do."

Bill and Fleur watched Ron leave their home through the floo. As soon as they were alone, Bill looked at Fleur but stayed silent.

"What?" Fleur didn't like the way Bill was staring at her.

"Why didn't you try to convince Ron out of this mess? It sounded like you supported him." "Zat ees not what Ronald wanted. 'E only came 'ere to find support."

"Support?" Bill scowled, "Support his decision to let Hermione shag Harry whenever she wants? I should have guessed you would be all for that."

One thing Fleur knew was that Bill was nothing like his brother. She could feel the pain in him as he said that and knew Bill was thinking of her doing the same in the future. Fleur knew if she was a full-blooded Veela, there would already be a trail of lovers outside her marriage. Being a half-blood was the only thing that kept her monogamous so far. That, and Bill was magically powerful enough to keep her sated for now.

"I'm sorry," Fleur hugged Bill tightly, "I just wanted to say what Ron desired to 'ear."

Bill's anger fell as he held Fleur in his arms. Even though he tried to forget what the future held, there were moments like this where he would unfairly blame Fleur. Bill knew what he got into with her. It wasn't like she hid what would happen. In fact, Fleur told him what to expect when they decided to get serious.

If anything was to blame, it was Bill's intense love for her.

"Did you see the amount of cum on Molly? No wonder you keep saying Harry is insatiable!"

Ginny ignored Hermione marveling over Harry. In fact, she was sure the brunette had said the exact same sentence multiple times. Ginny couldn't even be bothered to tell Hermione to shut it when she mentioned how well-fucked her mum seemed.

"This is a good thing, Ginny. The way Harry kept fucking Molly even after he dumped all that cum into her cunt was mind-boggling! One witch won't be enough to drain those big balls of his."

"Hermione," Ginny growled, "If you keep talking, I promise you'll never get to touch those balls."

Hermione quieted down immediately, stopping her increasingly nervous rambling. She didn't intend to sound like one of those brainless gossipmongers, but staying silent seemed even worse.

Hermione was worried that Ginny would think of something that would convince her to change her mind. If Hermione was in Ginny's shoes, she would have been thinking of how disastrous it could be if another woman started sleeping with her fiance.

"I didn't think they would start fucking the minute I left them alone," Ginny murmured before taking a sip of butterbeer. She had wanted to get something stronger like firewhiskey, but Hermione, being responsible, convinced Ginny not to get drunk this early.

Hermione wanted to mention that Ginny was the one who apparently gave them permission to do so, but that would only get the redhead angry at her. She fidgeted in her seat and glanced at the clock, seeing that it had been close to an hour since they arrived at the pub.

"Do you think we should head back?" Hermione asked hesitantly, "Molly must be too exhausted to go any longer. Right?"

Ginny's eyes flashed with anger, realizing that her mum had caused Ginny to leave her home. As if she was the one that had to step aside like a mistress and let Harry get his rocks off.

"You know what?" Ginny slammed the bottle on the table and stood up, "We're going back!"

Hermione blinked at the sudden anger Ginny was showing. She scrambled to get up and pay the tab before running after Ginny.

When Hermione caught up to Ginny, the redhead was already yelling her destination in the fireplace. She followed Ginny's actions and used the floo herself.

Hermione almost bumped into Ginny on her exit from the fireplace in Potter Manor, but that wasn't what she was focused on.

"Oh, hello, dears," Molly greeted them as if she hadn't been getting fucked savagely in the same spot she was sitting, "I didn't expect Hermione to come along with you, Ginny."

If Hermione hadn't seen Molly's cunt getting split open only an hour ago, she would have thought nothing had happened. Somehow, the Weasley matriarch had got all the sperm that was caking her body off, and even the clothes she had on looked proper. Of course, there was one thing that couldn't be hidden easily, mainly since Molly had gotten rid of those frumpy clothes.

That body-hugging top clearly showed the small bump on Molly's stomach, which Hermione knew shouldn't have been there since she had seen the flat midriff when Molly was wearing that scandalous dress to the engagement party.

No, that bulge could only result from Harry repeatedly draining his balls into Molly's womb.

"Hello, mum," Ginny gave Molly an empty smile, "I hope you and Harry had a nice talk."

Molly raised an eyebrow at her daughter before glancing at Hermione for a moment. To be safe, she kept things vague.

"We did, dear," Molly pinked slightly at what they talked about, "Harry was happy to agree with what we decided."

Hermione couldn't stop the giggle that escaped her lips. She quickly looked away from the two redheads when they turned their attention to her. Luckily for Hermione, Ginny's ire was drawn to Harry when he leisurely walked out of the bedroom with damp hair.

"Harry, did you start fucking my mother the second I left the house? Or did she get the chance to talk about the rules?"

Nobody in the room was expecting Ginny to be as blunt as she just chose to be. Harry and Hermione were gaping at the redhead like she just grew a third eye. Molly was just as surprised by what her daughter said, but she wasn't as concerned about Ginny abruptly blurting it out.

That was something Ginny noticed. She turned her glare to Molly and said, "Since Harry can't answer, how about you, mum?"

Molly figured Hermione already knew with how brazen Ginny was choosing to be. It was embarrassing that her potential daughter-in-law knew about her intimate secrets, but it was too late to change it.

"Don't worry, Gin. I told Harry your rule before I let him inside me."

Ginny pursed her lips when Molly unconsciously started stroking the slight bulge in her stomach. It was like her mum was purposely trying to enrage her.

Well, it worked.

"I told you to shag where I can't see you. And what did you do? You fucked like rabbits right in my living room!"

"Oh!" Molly gasped, "Was that what the sound was? I thought I heard someone floo in when Harry was reshaping my womb. I'm sorry, dear, but your man has a cock that makes me lose my mind. I'm sure you know what I'm talking about."

Harry and Hermione were watching the argument like a tennis match. Well, argument was a stretch. Ginny was doing the arguing, and Molly was replying to everything with a needle in her words.

"You think this is funny, don't you?" Ginny shrieked, "All I wanted was for you to do it out of my sight! You know what! You're not that special to Harry anyway. I can make him forget you right now!"

Harry wasn't sure why Molly was antagonizing Ginny like this, but he had to stop this madness before it went too far.

That was Harry's thought until Ginny shocked him again.

"Hermione!" Ginny ordered, "Take Harry into the room and fuck him!"

Molly blinked, speechless for the first time. Hermione wasn't much different, but Ginny pushed her into Harry and pointed at the master bedroom with a glare.

"No!" Ginny interrupted when Harry opened his mouth, "No words to me until you pump Hermione with more baby batter than my mum!"

Molly was silent as Harry and Hermione entered the bedroom and closed the door behind them. But as soon as they were alone, Molly asked Ginny seriously, "The next words out of your mouth better be about how Ron knows about this."

"Know?" Ginny scoffed, "He's the one who wants this. How do you feel now, mum? Harry will be busy pounding Hermione to be bothered with you."

"Gin," Molly sighed, "It was immature of me to tease you like that, but you know just as well as I do that Harry will have no problem with another witch added to the mix. We only stopped fucking because I was getting too exhausted. That man was more than ready to keep going."

Ginny sniffed and looked away.

"What I'm curious about is Ron," Molly mused, "Did you know your brother had this sort of interest?"

Ginny rolled her eyes, "Not until I walked in on him begging Hermione to let Harry fuck her. I didn't think he could get more pathetic."

"Ginevra Weasley! That's your brother you're talking about!"

"Mum, I think we're past the lecturing. You sitting on my couch was a belly bloated with my fiancé's cum. Don't try to mother me right now."

Molly supposed Ginny was right, but it still felt like she should defend Ron. Even though he was Molly's most unremarkable child, he was still hers. Then again, the best way to defend Ron was to walk into the bedroom and pull Hermione out before Harry ruined her with that massive cock of his.

In the end, Ron was an adult, and if he wanted to follow in his father's footsteps, Molly shouldn't try to butt in.

Chapter 9

"... Ron said that?" Harry asked incredulously. He stared at Hermione while keeping an ear out for what was happening outside. Harry didn't want to be caught off guard if Ginny's mood changed since it already seemed erratic. Pushing Hermione into him and demanding for the brunette to be fucked more than Molly was the definition of it.

"He really did," Hermione usually wasn't shy around Harry, but she could barely meet his eyes right now, "Trust me, Harry. We went over it for hours last night, and Ron undoubtedly wants me to do this."

Harry wouldn't call himself a moral wizard after pumping Molly with cum until she was bloated, but Hermione was special. She was one of his oldest friends, and he couldn't bear to do something she might not want to. Even if Harry's instincts were screaming at him to pick up the slim witch and make her his new dick ornament.

"Alright then," Harry took a small step back to try and reduce his temptation, "So how do you want to do this? I can pretend we had sex so you won't have to do something you don't want to."

Harry assumed this since Hermione refused to meet his eyes. Something he had never seen her do in the past. Harry thought that meant Hermione was reluctant... until she told him otherwise.

"Why do we have to pretend?"

The sound of Ginny arguing with Molly became even more muffled than it already was. All Harry could focus on was Hermione.

"What?"

Hermione closed the gap until only a sliver separated them and repeated, "Why pretend? What if I want what Molly's getting?"

"... You must be joking."

"No," Hermione lightly ran her fingers from Harry's chest to his stomach, "I saw what you did to Molly. You kept filling her." With a flushed face, she continued, "Over and over. With that fat cock of yours."

Harry blinked, wondering if Hermione actually said what he heard.

"After seeing all that, why in the world would I want to pretend?"

Harry really wanted to pick up Hermione and reshape her cunt like she wanted. However, that small voice that had been smothered with Molly was strong enough to be heard. Most likely because it involved Hermione and Ron, who were Harry's first friends... ever.

"That makes sense, I suppose," Harry's voice was strained, "And Ron won't mind? He won't show up to kill me after this, right?"

"Harry," Hermione's lips were inches away from Harry's, "Believe me when I say that he'll love you even more if you do this for us."

Harry wondered what was fun about having your girlfriend or wife shag other men. It must be good for some reason since Arthur and Ron seemed to love it when it happened. Harry couldn't understand it and didn't want to understand it, but he would be generous in helping them by pumping Molly and Hermione full of his seed.

"Fuck it."

Hermione gasped when Harry grabbed her hips and pulled her into him before slamming his mouth down on hers. She moaned around Harry's tongue when she felt him move his hand from her hips to her arse, digging his fingers into her firm cheek.

As much as Harry enjoyed the kiss with Hermione, he pulled away with a confused expression. "Why do I taste beer?"

"Ginny's fault," Hermione peppered kisses on Harry's jaw, "She dragged me to a pub when we walked in on you fucking Molly."

"Oh," Harry felt that he should feel some shame about his fiancee walking in on him fucking her mum, but it was the exact opposite.

"It's unbelievable," Hermione whispered when she felt Harry's stiff cock against her stomach, "How did you hide this from me while we were on the run?"

Harry stilled before asking, "Would that have changed anything?"

"Well, no," Hermione admitted, "You were obsessed with Ginny even back then, and I was pining after Ron."

"Then it doesn't matter," Harry used his grip on Hermione's arse to lift her so she could wrap her legs around his stomach before slipping his tongue past her lips. Harry fought against Hermione's tongue as he blindly walked them into a wall so he could pin her against it.

Harry loved the feeling of having Hermione's bubble butt in his palms, but he needed to use them to get rid of some clothes that were getting in the way. Not that either Hermione or Harry had much on.

He had decided to take a quick shower to ensure that Ginny could not detect Molly's juices covering him, which was pointless since she apprantly walked in on Harry fucking Molly. He had walked out with only a towel covering his lower half.

And Hermione was equally underdressed, wearing only an oversized shirt with boy shorts underneath. Harry wasn't sure why she went to a pub dressed like this, but he wasn't complaining since it made it easier to get what he wanted.

Harry pushed Hermione's shirt over her hips to get to her boy shorts.

"Wait! Don't rip them!" Hermione pushed Harry's face away, "I like these!"

Harry stared at Hermione incredulously, wondering if this was important enough to interrupt him. He untied the knot keeping his towel around his hips and grabbed his thick shaft before rubbing it against her soaked center.

"Your wet cunt already ruined it, Hermione," Harry pushed his wide cockhead into her covered pussy, "And did you forget you're a witch? Just repair it."

"Oh...," Hermione did forget about that for a moment.

With her seeming acceptance, Harry ripped off the only thing blocking his access to her cunt with relish. Hermione gasped as her legs tightened around Harry, feeling something far too wide press directly into her tight lower lips.

"Harry, that-that's not going to fit!"

"Really?" Harry could see why Hermione said that. Her cunt was practically shut tight compared to Ginny or Molly. "Should have thought about that when you saw it inside Molly."

Harry had no plans of stopping here, and he knew just how tight Ginny was when they first had sex. It might not be at the level of Hermione, but it was close enough. All it would take was a little muscle.

Hermione's face was level with Harry's, giving him a close view when he forcefully pulled her down.

A high-pitched squeak was cut off halfway, leaving Hermione with her mouth open but soundless. Her eyes were as wide as could be, blankly staring into Harry's face without actually seeing him. All Hermione could focus on in her clever mind was just how much Harry's cock was stretching her pussy.

"Fucking hell, Hermione!" Harry said through his teeth as his cock felt like it was in a vice, "This is the tightest cunt I've ever been in!"

Hermione's mouth moved like she was trying to respond, but if she was, she failed.

"Just a little more, love," Harry's forehead met Hermione's, "Can't stop at the tip now, can I?"

"OH! FUCK!" Hermione screamed when Harry pulled her down to get more of his thick cock into her tight hole.

Hermione's body shuddered in Harry's grip as her legs lost their strength. They were still loosely around Harry's body, but the only thing keeping Hermione pinned to the wall was his hold on her hips and his body pushing her into it.

"HARRY! TOO FUCKING BIG!"

Hermione wasn't sure how her pussy could take in Harry's cock in the first place. It felt like a small fist had been shoved into her cunt, and the strangest part was that there was no sense of pain that she expected at the start. Hermione knew a woman's vagina could accommodate more than people thought, but this was ridiculous.

"And you're too fucking tight!" Harry said in response, his cock a few inches deeper into Hermione. There was well over half of his shaft left out of her drooling cunt, and he was loathed to stop here, but Hermione was his best female friend. If she wants to stop, Harry would.

"Tell me if you want me to pull out," Harry asked reluctantly, "This isn't even half of my cock."

"NO!" Hermione yelled immediately, scared that Harry would stop. Just because she was screaming about his massive cock doesn't mean she didn't like it.

"Thank, Merlin," Harry kissed the top of Hermione's head, making it a crude parody of what is usually a loving action, "Prepare yourself, love. I'm not stopping till I'm balls deep in you."

Hermione's hand gripped Harry's arms tightly in expectation of him fucking into her until his cock was completely inside her. What she didn't foresee was Harry pulling her down his cock in one titanic effort until his cum-filled balls were pressed against her arse.

A thunderous slam indicated the point when Hermione's pussy was well and truly stretched to its limit. Harry's cock was reaching places inside her that she didn't even know could be reached. The massive thing treated her cervix like it didn't exist and broke past it like it was nothing. Before Hermione's vision flashed white, she had a brief thought being beyond thankful that she wasn't a muggle. This would have been excruciatingly painful if she was.

Harry groaned loudly at feeling the tight, wet sheath surrounding his cock. Hermione's pussy was trying to strangle his shaft, but all it accomplished was getting Harry closer to fill her womb with his cum. Not one to be patient during sex, Harry didn't wait for Hermione to recover from her surprise orgasm and pulled a little of his cock out of her vice-like cunt before slamming back in.

Hermione moaned as her fingers lost the strength to hold onto Harry's arm, joining her legs in uselessly hanging in place. She was staring blankly at the top of Harry's chest. If her mind could form coherent thoughts, Hermione would marvel at how large his ridiculous cock really was. When his cockhead pressed into her lower lips, Hermione was at level with

Harry's face. With his tip hitting the back of her womb, Harry was looking down at the top of Hermione's head.

"Oh, Merlin," Harry rested his chin on Hermione's brunette hair, her slight form making her seem like a perfect fit in this position, "If you keep cumming around me like that, I might finish early."

Hermione was able to blubber something nonsensically with her mind still admiring at how filled she seemed to be.

"But you know what?" Harry said as he lifted Hermione up his shaft until he was staring at her fucked-stupid face, "Even if I cum early, I can just keep going as long as I want. What did Ginny tell me to do?"

"-ck me," Hermione murmured, her pussy feeling strangely empty with only the tip of Harry's cock still inside.

Harry thought Hermione never looked more beautiful. She still had her oversized shirt on her body, but it was hanging off one shoulder, adding to the attractiveness of her wild-eyed look and flushed face. Hermione could easily match any woman Harry had seen before, including Molly and even Ginny.

While Harry's fiancee and future mother-in-law were bombshells that knew how to take his cock, Hermione was just as good in a different way. Where his redheaded lovers could easily take the relentless pounding that Harry loved to put on them, Hermione's cunt actively fought against his thrusts. Whether he was pulling out or pushing in, Hermione's pussy refused to let Harry do so easily.

Harry shifted his hips, making Hermione shudder while parting her pouty lips. After tasting her mouth again, he asked again, "I couldn't hear you, Hermione. What did Ginny tell me to do?"

"-uck Molly," Hermione whined, not appreciating the continued emptiness in her cunt.

"Yeah, I don't think that's it."

A loud clap of flesh smacking into each other sounded out loudly. "Fuck yesss," Harry hissed, "Your pussy is magic, love."

Harry paid no mind to Hermione, who was quivering on his cock as her pussy gushed out orgasm after orgasm from the brutal stretching it was enduring. He lifted the cumming brunette up his shaft, adding to her mind-melting orgasm, before ruthlessly slamming her back down until his balls bounced off her arse.

The only sounds that filled the room for the first few thrusts were Harry's grunts as he fought to fuck his cock into his beautiful friend and the accompanying claps of Hermione's ass meeting Harry's pelvis. On the third thrust, when Harry slammed his cock back into her womb, Hermione snapped out of her stupor.

Hermione mewled as she was used like a toy. She never thought sex could be something quite so punishing yet equally pleasurable. Whenever Ginny complained about Harry fucking her into the ground, Hermione made sounds like she sympathized with her as if she knew what the redhead was talking about while wondering how that was a bad thing. Well, the brunette still didn't know how it was a bad thing, but Merlin did Hermione understand Ginny about Harry fucking her into the ground.

"OH!" Hermione screeched when she felt Harry's cock bounce off the back of the womb. He was making full-length thrusts that used every inch of his cock. Hermione's thought of being Harry's toy couldn't be more right since he was using her body like a cocksleeve. Using her vice-like cunt to jerk his cock until her womb was filled with his seed.

"Fuck it," Harry growled out between harsh pumps into Hermione's pussy, "I'm going to fill you up, love."

Hermione's eyes fluttered closed as she felt another orgasm slam into her before she heard a loud grunt leave Harry's lips. For the first time since he started fucking Hermione, Harry let go of her hips to get two handfuls of her arse. His priority moved from fucking Hermione's ridiculously tight cunt to ensuring his cum filled the deepest parts of her pussy.

That conveniently meant that Harry could dig his fingers into Hermione's jutting arse. He held her as close to him as possible, pulling her arse into his cock while pushing into her pinned body at the same time. Hermione sighed into Harry's chest when she felt the first shot of cum blast into the depths of her womb.

That was only the start.

Hermione realized how Molly was covered with so much cum while having more than enough to bloat her stomach. In what seemed to be an endless stream, Harry pumped countless blasts of baby batter into her fertile depths with seemingly no end in sight. It got to a point when Hermione could feel his thick cum leaking out of her filled pussy past the cock plugging it shut.

By the time Hermione was done taking her very first creampie from Harry, she had found that he was starting to fuck into her pussy again.

"Harry?" Hermione asked weakly, "Shouldn't we take a break?"

"Should we?" Harry looked down into Hermione's beautifully flushed face, "I can if you want me to."

Hermione was about to agree before remembering the redheads probably listening outside. They could wring multiple loads out of Harry's balls before stopping. How would it look if Hermione wasn't able to get past one?

"Well, this is interesting."

Ginny was fascinated by how quiet Hermione was while getting fucked by Harry. Her mum was certainly vocal from the little she had heard, and while Ginny wasn't entirely sure how she, herself, was during the time Harry was in a mood to pound into her, she certainly made more noise than the brunette.

"No, dear," Molly sounded amused, "What's interesting is what I just discovered about you."

Ginny looked away from the room where Harry's grunts and the smacking of flesh could be heard to her mum. With a frown, Ginny asked, "Discovered what?"

"That you're more like your father than I realized. I always thought you were like me, but I guess there's a reason you're a daddy's girl."

It took Ginny a second to realize what her mum was saying. She hissed, "For the last time, I am not like him or Ron!"

"No?" Molly questioned, "Then why do your nipples look like they could cut glass?"

Ginny looked down and glared at her traitorous body. This was the second time she was accused of liking Harry fuck other women.

"It's not a bad thing, Gin," Molly comforted, "Harry seems insatiable, so having some help is a blessing in disguise."

"So I suppose it would have nothing to do with how eager you look to go in there and join Harry," Ginny said with narrowed eyes.

"Oh, that's a large part of it," Molly said shamelessly, "That boy cums literal buckets, and poor Hermione is going to need the help to drain those balls... But I don't think my cunt can take it anymore."

"UGH! MUM!" Ginny covered her ears in disgust.

Molly raised an eyebrow in amusement before snorting and moving on, "Well, I have to go back to your father. I know he'll be waiting to see what Harry did to me."

Ginny didn't bother to send her mum off, and Molly didn't mind. It would take some time before Ginny would treat her semi-normally again. Molly rubbed the cumbump on her stomach before leaving through the floo.

After a few minutes of being alone and the room suspiciously quiet, Ginny assumed Harry must be finished earlier than usual. That was until the thumping of Hermione getting fucked into the wall restarted.

Ginny hesitated before slowly sliding her fingers into her knickers. This was only to test if what Hermione and her mum said was true, and it definitely wasn't for any other reason.

Chapter 10

Two hours.

It had been two long hours since her mum left, and all Ginny had heard in that time was Harry imprinting the shape of his cock into Hermione's pussy. It got to a point where Ginny was even a little sorry for how her brunette friend must be feeling.

Ginny had gone through this experience many times when Harry had been particularly insatiable. While her man knew how to fuck, there was a point when it went on for far longer than ideal. It was usually rare, near impossible, for a witch to be fucked bowlegged, but Harry seemed to make it a point to show how common it could be.

"oh! oH! OH! HARRRIII!"

Ginny heard her fiancé grunt like a savage over Hermione's screams. The redhead would have plunged her fingers into her wet cunt in the same rhythm as the heavy smacks of Harry's hips meeting Hermione's arse, but it was far too sensitive from the fingering over the past few hours.

There was no hiding it anymore. Ginny couldn't even if she wanted to. She sat on the couch listening to Hermione and Harry fuck like rabbits. On top of that, Ginny had played with herself and finished multiple times. Hermione and her mum had been right about their suspicions.

Ginny liked seeing Harry fuck other women. She liked it a little too much with how easily she came around her own fingers. Since Harry was a randy, sex-addicted man that Ginny couldn't keep satisfied, she supposed it was for the best that she liked to see him demolish other witches.

When the sound of Hermione's cunt getting ruthlessly pounded stopped, Ginny's ears perked up to hear what her studly fiancé would do next. Would Hermione start gagging? Ginny knew

Harry loved seeing her lips stretched around his cock and didn't think it would be any different with Hermione. Surely he wanted to ruin the brunette for Ron in that way too.

But to Ginny's surprise, the door opened to reveal Harry walking out wearing only a satisfied smile. A look that made Ginny's cunt ache for his cock. Even with it clearly dripping with the juices from another witch's pussy.

"Oh, Gin," Harry didn't miss a beat when he saw Ginny staring right at him, "Molly already left?"

"Hmm, I suppose you want to have my mother again?"

Harry paused, a little surprised when he saw no anger behind those words.

"Oh, come here," Ginny beckoned Harry with a pat on the cushion. After a suddenly wary fiancé took his place next to her, Ginny casually said, "You look happier than usual."

"Uh, yeah?" Harry's high from getting to fuck Hermione was quickly coming down, "Er, you're not angry, right? You were the one that told me to do this."

"I'm not," Ginny emphasized by snuggling up to Harry's side, taking a deep whiff of the scent of sex all over him, "I just realized something."

"... You did?"

"I did," Ginny nodded into Harry's chest, running her nose over what she suspected were Hermione's juices. Merlin knows how it got all the way up there since she was sure Harry never took a break from fucking Hermione to eat her out.

Before Harry could ask what she meant, Ginny suddenly changed the subject. "Don't tell me Hermione is unconscious in there. You shouldn't do that to her right at the start. How could

she ever be satisfied with Ron after that?"

Harry blinked at the amused tone Ginny had. He was getting quite the whiplash from her changing moods. Revealing what he was doing with Molly made her rightly furious, but the next day, instead of bringing down the hammer, Ginny suddenly told Harry he could fuck Molly as he pleased. A couple hours later, she furiously ordered him to fuck Hermione... though why Ginny did so was lost on Harry.

Now she was cuddling up to Harry while he obviously had evidence of Hermione's explosive orgasms all over him. Not that Harry was complaining, of course, but it was still hard to grasp Ginny's mood with what was going on.

"Harry?" Ginny poked him in the side when he didn't answer her.

Harry didn't need to answer Ginny because Hermione walked out of the room. Well, saying the word walk was a stretch.

Limping is a better word to describe what Hermione was doing. Limping along with a dopey smile on her face.

"Looking good, Hermione."

Harry gave Ginny another wary look at her comment before turning to Hermione with an appreciative gaze, admiring how his work was displayed.

Hermione's sweat-soaked shirt clung to her slender frame, highlighting her perky, handful- sized breasts and flat stomach. And more importantly, the oversized shirt acted like a tease, revealing all but the last bit of her smooth thighs. It also didn't do anything to hide the thick stream of cum slowly running down her legs, with occasional globs escaping her overfilled pussy.

"You're amazing for taking that beast every day, Ginny," Hermione rasped with a hoarse throat from the screaming she had done. She didn't try to hide her envy at Ginny's ability.

"I know," Ginny wrapped her hand around Harry's fat cock, "It takes some practice to handle this monster."

Harry did his best to seem invisible, even with his cock being used as a prop. Whatever Ginny's mood seemed to be, it was definitely in his favor.

Hermione seemed conflicted as she stared at Harry's rapidly hardening cock. It was like she was debating if it was worth the additional stress she would be giving her sore cunt if that cock battered its way into her womb again.

"You shouldn't," Ginny broke Hermione's slow-forming, ill-advised plan, "It might be tempting to give him another go, but you won't be able to walk without explaining what happened to a healer."

"Oh," Hermione reluctantly tore her gaze away from Harry, "I suppose I should head home then."

"Er, as much as I love how you look right now, shouldn't you get cleaned up before that?" Harry couldn't help but break his silence. While Ron might be like Arthur with his odd fetish, knowing Hermione was fucking Harry was vastly different from seeing the evidence all over her body.

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that," Hermione quickly went back to Ginny, "So I see you're not angry anymore."

"You were right," Ginny replied without explaining further. Harry was the only one that seemed clueless about what they were talking about. Not that he was complaining.

Ginny and Hermione getting along was fantastic for him, especially with the state Hermione was in.

"I told you!" Hermione said with a giant grin before wincing when her movement caused her soreness to flare up, "Right, I think I better head back home before I try something stupid."

Harry still wanted to try and get Hermione to clean up, but he couldn't lie and say that a small part of him didn't love that she was returning to Ron in this state. It was a sick, depraved part of him that Harry pretended didn't exist. Even with what he was doing with Molly and Ginny.

"Have fun," Ginny said with a snicker, "And I don't want to know how much sadder my brother could get. So spare me the gossip, please."

Hermione limped over to the floo, and right before she left, she said, "No."

Ginny rolled her eyes when the flash of green fire took Hermione out of Potter Manor before she could say anything in reply. While Ginny was annoyed that she would get to know Ron even more than she already unfortunately knew, there was a cock that was demanding her attention in her palm.

Harry watched his fiancee bend down and smooched the tip of his cock before a shiver ran through her body.

"I can still taste her on you."

Harry didn't think it was possible to get as hard as he just did. Reshaping Molly's cunt and splitting Hermione's illegally tight pussy open was fantastic. Still, a simple sentence from Ginny overtook all of that.

"Oh? You liked that," Ginny kept a steady pace of stroking his shaft, "You liked that I could taste another witch on your cock. What does that say about you?"

That question might have been rhetorical, but Harry answered it anyway. "I like that my beautiful fiancee doesn't mind tasting our friend on me?"

"Obviously," Ginny rolled her eyes, "We're a perfect pair, aren't we. You have this relentless sex drive that would probably satisfy multiple witches simultaneously, and I just found that I like, no love, to see you doing that."

"You do?" Harry asked dumbly.

"No, Harry," Ginny said sarcastically, "I hate tasting Hermione on your cock so much."

Ginny followed that up by forcing his wide cockhead past her lips and licking up the leftover juices from Hermione's cunt before pulling off with a loud pop. "See? I hate it so much."

"Fucking hell... Ginny, I didn't think I could love you more than I already did."

"I should be insulted," Ginny kissed Harry's cock again, "But instead of getting angry, I'd rather get fucked. Could you help me with that?"

Harry spent most of the morning balls deep inside Molly's cunt, and the rest of it splitting open Hermione's ridiculously tight pussy. It was only fitting that Ginny get the same treatment. And besides, Harry didn't think his cock would go down without his balls emptied again.

Ron had never felt so indecisive. Since he had flooed back from Bill's place, Ron had been wandering around the house without much of a clue of what to do. However, it's not about what he was initially worried about.

Ron wasn't conflicted about Hermione going through with this. He wanted her to sleep with Harry. Once he got past the superficial jealousy that popped up at the thought, all Ron felt was an intense desire to see Hermione fucked and satisfied.

The thing he was waffling on was where he should be when Hermione came back. Ron initially thought the bedroom was the best choice to give Hermione some privacy, but that was a load of rubbish. The only reason to stay in the bedroom was to avoid seeing what choice she had made with Harry. Since Ron was committed to this, he wanted to see Hermione right when she returned.

That was why he sat on the couch and stared intently at the fireplace. Ron's cock was rock hard as he thought about what Hermione would tell him. With what Harry revealed at the party, Ron couldn't see his best mate deny the chance to absolutely wreck his girl.

Ron didn't have to wait for long to satisfy his curiosity. He wasn't sure what happened when Hermione stepped through the floo, but all Ron knew was that his mind went blank.

This went beyond Ron's wildest imagination. He thought that, at best, Hermione might come back home with a few visible hickeys here and there, but never did Ron think there would be rivers of cum running down Hermione's legs.

"Oh, Ron," Hermione said far too casually, "You're awake. I stopped by Harry's place for a talk. Are you hungry? I made some pancakes earlier."

Ron's words were stuck in his throat when he saw Hermione visibly limp over to the kitchen. Not only that, but there were clear handprints on her upper thighs. There was no doubt of what happened at Potter Manor. Harry took Hermione for himself and left the evidence all over her.

Ron was still staring at his freshly fucked Hermione in a daze when she placed a plate in his hands.

"I'll go get cleaned up while you eat. I'm a right mess. Honestly, you'd think Harry would be done after filling me with his cum the first few times."

Ron was vaguely aware that he made some sort of sound in response. He stared after the limping Hermione as she went upstairs, eyeing the seemingly endless stream of cum dripping from under that oversized shirt.

The second Hermione was out of view, the plate of pancakes broke on the floor as Ron plunged his hand into his trousers to give his aching cock some relief. He couldn't believe Hermione had the stones to act like she hadn't cheated on him! Especially when she had Harry's seed pouring out of her filled pussy. Then again, was it cheating when Ron pushed her to do it?

Ron's eyes closed as he felt his cock about to blow its load. A load that he was very aware was much smaller than what Harry had split into Hermione.

What Ron didn't know was that Hermione didn't go into their room to clean up immediately. She might have seemed uncaring about letting Ron see her in such a state, but her heart was pounding in her chest. Ron had told Hermione that he wanted her to sleep with Harry, but the actual test was how he would react.

Hermione put up a silencing spell just outside Ron's sight so she would be utterly undetectable while also being able to hear what he would do. When Hermione heard a plate clatter on the floor, her heart sank, thinking that Ron was furious. Until she listened to what followed after.

"-ore!"

Hermione frowned and limped closer to the top of the stairs to hear Ron more clearly. "Letting my mate cum inside you. Only a whore would do that!"

Hermione stilled, fearing that she had gone too far, until she heard a faint noise that was familiar.

"Fuck! Hermione!" Ron grunted loudly.

It felt like the sweetest relief, though a hint of annoyance still accompanied it. Hermione knew that tone. Ron only sounded like that when he was about to cum. That meant he approved of what he saw on Hermione, but calling her a whore was a bit much.

Hermione knew for a fact that Harry could now get her to spread her legs by simply asking, but that didn't make her a whore. Just a slut.

Surprisingly, she didn't think she minded that label. Something that was unthinkable a short few weeks ago.

With a much more relaxed mind, Hermione did as she told Ron and made herself presentable. It took longer than it should have since Hermione couldn't help but taste Harry's cum as she tried to empty her creampied cunt, but eventually, Hermione was heading back down the stairs.

She found herself staring at Ron with disgust at the state she found him in. Slumped on the couch with a hand around his limp cock and his ejaculate all over his trousers.

"Really, Ron? Did you have to make such a mess?"

Ron stirred to see Hermione glaring down at him with her hands on her hips. He supposed he should feel some shame that she was seeing him like this, but after remembering the globs of cum running down her legs, Ron found he didn't care.

When Ron's cock started to get hard again, Hermione was honestly offended. He had never been able to go more than once with her.

"So seeing what Harry did to me is more arousing to you than actually making love to me?" Hermione sneered at Ron when he started to blatantly stroke his cock.

"Tell me," Ron stared into Hermione's eyes, "What did you do with Harry."

All doubts that Hermione had left were gone. If Ron was like this, then there was likely no need to worry about any sort of regret.

Hermione didn't know a mocking smile was forming on her lips, but Ron could obviously see it, which only made his cock harder. He had already spilled his cum a couple of times before Hermione came back down, and his cock was actually throbbing in pain from the overuse.

That didn't stop Ron from trying to find another release. Hermione described how Harry spread her pussy with his fat cock and how it had reached places inside her that had been previously untouched.

When Hermione started telling Ron how Harry used her as a convenient hole to dump his seed, Ron clenched his jaw and lifted his hips. He tried to fuck his own hand as his empty balls tried to squeeze out the last bits of cum left inside.

All Ron accomplished was a dry orgasm and collapsed into the couch limply, fainting from the strain of cumming multiple times in a row.

Hermione paused the story of how Harry wrecked her and stared at her boyfriend. She couldn't help but compare Ron to Harry, and unfortunately, the redhead was found lacking.

But that was alright. Sex wasn't the only reason Hermione loved Ron. So what if Harry could fuck her better than Ron ever could? Hermione had a loving boyfriend that would let her have the best of both worlds.

Hermione would always be Ron's girl, but she would also be Harry's slut.

Chapter 11

Ginny hummed a forgotten song as she made a much-needed breakfast after the ride she had given Harry last night.

She found it hilarious that it was now her that took the lead whenever she desired rough sex. Ginny had always complained about how Harry always fucked her like a savage, but like most things, it wasn't missed until it was gone.

The change was something Ginny had been quite happy about. After all, it had been ages since Harry had made sweet love to her instead of treating her like a place to dump his cum into. With two sluts to care for Harry's needs, it left him far less frantic when coupling with Ginny.

That made Ginny pause her stirring. She had called her mum a slut in her thoughts, and it almost felt natural. Ginny still thought of Molly as her mum and loved her just the same, but it was like she had compartmentalized that her mum was also Harry's fuck slut.

Over the past week, her mum had visited Ginny's home for regular dicking. Some that broke Ginny's only rule that now seems to be more of a suggestion. Hearing her mum cream herself around Harry's pistoning cock almost became a sort of background noise these days. And seeing her mum with a cum-inflated belly was a daily occurrence. So Ginny felt justified that her mum could safely be called Harry's slut.

Not that Hermione was any better.

Ginny didn't know if she should be thankful to her mum and Hermione or not. If she had to make up her mind, Ginny would be leaning toward the former. Harry might not take the initiative to turn her into a drooling fuck-addled cock-slut anymore, but he was more than capable of doing so if asked. However, Ginny knew Harry would have never made love to her as often if not for the sluts that now took Harry's cock multiple times every day.

"You're making breakfast? And by hand, too," Harry said from behind her before wrapping his arms around her slim waist, "What's the occasion, Gin?"

Ginny leaned back into Harry's embrace and turned her head to give him a kiss. To Harry's slight annoyance, Ginny pulled away just when he was about to slip her some tongue.

"Well, that's just mean, love," Harry whispered into Ginny's ear, but she wasn't phased. This was how he usually started when he got randy in the morning. That was without mentioning the hard rod of flesh rubbing itself into her bum.

"What a shame," Ginny said dryly, "Harry Potter gets denied sex a few minutes after he had his balls drained."

"Can't blame me," Harry moved his hand up to cup Ginny's soft tits and squeezed lightly, "Watching you make breakfast for me makes me want to bend you over the counter."

Ginny was tempted to give in to him. She really was. But Ginny's pussy was already sore enough that she knew it would be a terrible idea. Luckily, there were backups available.

"Sorry, Harry," Ginny pushed her arse into him, "This is off-limits for your cock right now. Go use Hermione or my mum if you can't hold off."

Harry stilled behind Ginny as his cock started to practically leak at her suggestion. The thrill he received when she permitted him to rail her mum or bloat Hermione with his cum was unmatched. Maybe Harry was a scumbag because of it, but he simply didn't give a fuck. As far as he could tell, everyone involved was okay with it.

"I guess I'll call Hermione? Molly seemed exhausted yesterday," Harry commented while slowly moving to the fireplace.

"No way," Ginny stopped Harry, "I don't want to hear your grunts while I'm eating breakfast. If you want to fuck Hermione, go to her place and do it."

Harry paused, not expecting that. Call it silly, but he had never fucked either Molly or Hermione outside the manor. And more importantly, he wasn't too keen on seeing Ron. Harry knew he would eventually meet his mate, but a delay until then was more than acceptable.

Going to where Ron lived with Hermione would speed up that event. Harry briefly debated going to the Burrow to give Molly's cunt a good stretching but eventually decided not to. He might as well meet Ron and get the awkwardness out of the way. Well, as much as he could before fucking Hermione.

"Er, right," Harry grabbed a fistful of floo powder, "I'm off, dear. I'll be back in a few hours."

"Have fun!"

Harry couldn't help but smile at the ridiculousness as he threw down the powder and disappeared in a flash of green fire. He stepped out the other end while cautiously looking around, hoping against hope that Ron wouldn't be there.

"Harry?"

Harry winced slightly as he turned to see Ron at the bottom of the stairs. There were a few things he could do here, but the safest was to pretend nothing had changed.

"Ron! It's been a bit, hasn't it?"

"Uh, I suppose so?" Ron was frozen in his spot, unsure what to do with himself. He wasn't too keen on reminiscing with Harry about of well fucked Hermione came home every day. That flipped a switch in Ron's mind. "Wait, are you here to..."

Harry scratched the back of his head and looked away awkwardly. However, the need to get his balls drained overrode the desire to escape from the situation.

It was painful, standing in silence while avoiding the eyes of the other.

"Er, Hermione's upstairs. You want to go up or...," Ron trailed off, not knowing how to finish the sentence.

"I'll just head up then?" Harry hesitantly walked to where Ron was standing. He could head up the stairs since Ron stepped aside to make room. Still almost unbearably awkward but acceptable to smash the girl.

Harry made a pointed effort to avoid looking back and headed to where he could hear Hermione moving around. He felt like an adventurer that had passed an excruciating mental test.

Harry was surprised to find that Hermione was oblivious to his arrival. It wasn't like he had tried to hide it, and Ron's voice definitely had to carry during that interaction. Harry supposed it was for the best.

He hadn't realized it before, but even though Hermione sometimes arrived at his manor looking like she had just woken up, there was still a light amount of makeup on her face. Harry was now seeing her with a completely bare face, at least from what he could see from her side profile. Hermione was bent over, rummaging in her drawer, displaying why Harry was so eager to have her stuffed with his cock. She was wearing a midriff-bearing tank with tiny boy shorts that showed plenty of arse that Harry had the pleasure of bouncing off his groin.

He admired her fit body for a few seconds before clearing his throat.

"A few minutes, Ron?" Hermione didn't look up, "There are some leftover cookies in the kitchen if you're that hungry."

"I already saw him heading there on my way up," Harry smirked when Hermione gasped and stood up in shock, "Cookies sound nice. I should get a treat, too, right?"

"Harry! What're you doing here?"

"Well, Ginny sent me over," Harry moved close to Hermione and wrapped an arm around her bare stomach, "More like kicked me out of my place, I suppose."

"Oh," Hermione didn't stop Harry's hands from wandering lower and whispered, "But Ron's here."

Harry's fingers teased the band of her barely-there boy shorts before slipping a couple of fingers underneath. "So? Is that going to stop you?"

Hermione bit on her plump lower lip worriedly and eventually shook her head. "I have a condition."

"What is it?" Harry was lazily tracing a circle over her clit, making Hermione's nipples clearly visible through her thin top.

Hermione shuddered as she nuzzled her nose into Harry's neck. "I'll have a great time no matter what, but I'm worried about Ron."

"Ah," Harry paused his movements, "I get it. I'll try to keep it quiet. Or we could go back to the manor if you want."

"No," Hermione palmed Harry's cock through his clothes, "I want you to make it loud. Fuck me so hard that Ron will hear it in his dreams."

"... Such a fucking slut," Harry growled before pulling Hermione's face to his and claiming her soft lips.

By the time he pulled away, Hermione's lips were left swollen from the kiss. "How in Merlin's name did such a rule-abiding student turn into this? Cheating on my mate while he's probably downstairs listening!"

"Don't pretend you don't like me like this," Hermione pressed herself to Harry before yanking down his trousers, "You wouldn't have used me like your cocksleeve the past week if you didn't."

"You're right about that," Harry grunted when Hermione started to stroke his cock, "Why wouldn't I want Hermione Granger as my personal slut. It's a fucking dream and one I'm not letting go."

"Good," Hermione pecked Harry's mouth, "Now, how do you want me."

That was a tricky question. Harry's mind went automatically to Hermione's cunt. Filling that tight passage with his seed would be highly satisfying, but Harry had done that numerous times in the past week. That wasn't to say he was tired of it because that was simply impossible, but Harry was now contemplating the other options.

Anal was immediately thrown out. Harry would love to claim Hermione's most likely virgin arse, but this was not the time for it, so that left the only other options.

Hermione's plump lips.

Harry had been so busy railing Hermione's tight pussy that he had never found the time to experience her mouth. The only issue was that his cock was far too large to go further than a few inches past her lips. That was a problem with Ginny too.

"You want to see my lips around your cock?" Hermione noticed Harry staring at her mouth and could quickly tell his intent.

"Fuck, yes," Harry's cock somehow became harder in Hermione's grip. He traced her soft lips and said, "But I don't see how I could do that. Not that I don't want to, but one is far smaller than the other."

"Really, Harry?" Hermione giggled, "We have magic."

Hermione stepped away from Harry and picked up her wand before casting a spell at her neck. After putting her wand away, she stepped back into Harry's grasp and said, "There. For the next hour, I can take everything you could possibly give."

"... That easy?" Harry wondered how Hermione knew the spell and why Ginny didn't know about it.

"That's easy," Hermione nodded, "Now you just need to do one thing. Make sure Ron can hear me gagging around your fat cock. Agreed?"

Instead of answering Hermione's unneeded question, Harry slammed his hand down onto her jutting arse. The loud smack of his hand making Hermione's cheeks bounce, along with her accompanying sequel, had to have been heard by Ron. Harry was already meeting Hermione's request.

"Done," Harry dug his fingers into Hermione's bum, "I can't tell you how many times I've imagined fucking your mouth while inside your pussy."

Hermione sank to her knees and licked the tip of Harry's cock before using both hands to stroke his shaft. "What are you waiting for?"

Harry used one hand to gather Hermione's hair in a ponytail and placed the other on the back of her head. While he wanted to test the effects of the spell by shoving as much of his cock down Hermione's throat as possible, Harry's common sense won out. He needed to give her enough time to get used to something this big filling her throat.

Harry pulled Hermione closer, so the tip of his cock was pressed against her soft lips. She kissed it before opening her mouth and taking the head inside, licking around the leaking tip and swallowing the precum that Harry was releasing.

"Fuck me," Harry sighed, "You've never looked better, Hermione." Hermione moaned around his cock as if she was agreeing.

As much as Harry liked feeling Hermione clean his knob with her tongue, he wanted more. He gently pushed his hips forward, making the tip of his cock hit the back of Hermione's mouth. Whatever that spell did for Hermione, it definitely didn't erase her gag reflex.

Hermione let go of Harry's shaft and pushed his hips away before coughing roughly when her mouth was free. Spit that was dug out by Harry's cock flew out of Hermione's mouth with every wet cough she had.

"Did the spell not work?" Harry asked with concern. He was mainly worried that the mission to throat Hermione Granger would meet an early end.

Hermione wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and shook her head. "It worked, but it isn't meant to take away my gag reflex. The spell lets my throat take your cock, and nothing else. I want Ron to hear what you're doing to me."

"You are such a fucking slut," Harry repeated. Hermione kissed his tip in response before opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue like a red carpet for his cock.

Harry rubbed his cockhead into her wet tongue for a few seconds before pushing forward to surround himself with warmth. Now the only the left to do was do the same with his entire shaft. Since Hermione wanted Ron to hear her choking on his cock, that sounded like permission to use some force.

Harry tightened his grip on the back of Hermione's head and pulled her forward while lightly thrusting his hips simultaneously. As she said, his cock somehow got through the entrance to her throat, immediately letting him feel it convulsing around him. When Harry instinctively tried to pull his cock out of Hermione's throat, she followed his hips to keep him inside her mouth.

Hermione, having brought her gagging under control, tapped Harry's hand on the back of her head before pushing down, telling him to keep going.

Not one to deny his own pleasure, Harry did as Hermione asked.

A loud groan left Harry's lips when over half his cock was surrounded by Hermione's tight throat. Her muffled gags and occasional spurts of saliva dominated the room until her nose was pressed into Harry's groin.

"Fucking incredible," Harry said with a strained voice, "You have to reach this spell to Ginny and Molly."

Harry grunted when Hermione swallowed around his cock. He looked down to see her glaring at him with red eyes. Harry gave her an apologetic look for mentioning other women while throating her.

"Sorry, Hermione," Harry pulled his cock out of her sucking throat, "Let me make it up to you."

When only his tip was in her mouth, Harry snapped his hips forward. Hermione's gag was heard for a brief second before her lips were around the base of his shaft. His balls slammed into her chin, and her nose was blocked since it was buried into Harry's pubes.

"Fuck yes!" Harry hissed, "Swallow around my cock!"

Hermione's throat tried its best to milk his shaft as she swallowed. Harry kept her head pressed to his groin for a minute before pulling his cock out of her throat to truly fuck Hermione's face.

GLACKH GLACKH GLURKH

Harry grunted as he left nothing behind in his effort to fulfill Hermione's request. The sound of her throat getting railed and her gagging was so loud that even if Ron tried to hide, he would still hear his girlfriend getting her mouth owned by Harry.

"Every fucking thing you do," Harry grunted out between teeth-rattling thrusts into Hermione's mouth, "You're always the fucking best."

Harry struggled to stave off his impending orgasm. He might have been having plenty of sex with the witch that currently has his cock pounding in and out of her throat, but it was the first time ever that he had gotten to fuck a face like this.

"Fuck it! Don't spill a drop," Harry slammed his cock as deep as it could go. He pushed Hermione's down and held it there as he groaned loudly.

The first blast rocketed straight down into Hermione's stomach, barely having time to settle before the second joined it. Hermione wrapped her arms around Harry's legs and moaned into his groin before sticking out her tongue to lick at his balls.

Harry's cock twitched in Hermione's throat before he pulled away for a short but rough thrust into her mouth. After emptying his balls into her stomach, Harry slowly pulled out, letting Hermione clean his shaft on the way out.

When she released his cock with a loud pop, Harry said, "I know what I'm doing next time to come over."

"Next time?" Hermione's voice was hoarse, though apparently not deterred, "I'm ready for more right now."

Hermione found herself gagging around Harry's cock again. While she was finding that getting her throat railed was a fascinating new experience, she would have delayed the second round. The only reason Hermione told Harry to use her throat again was what she saw out of the corner of her eye.

Ron had looked inside the room for a brief second.

"I'm going to paint your face, love," Harry pulled his cock out of Hermione's mouth and held her in place by her hair. She smiled at him prettily before helping him stroke his cock while aiming it at her nose.

Before Harry came, he slapped her hands away and sprayed his first shot at her lips. He moved his cock around while ensuring Hermione's beautiful face was caked with his baby batter. By the time his second load of the day was finished, cum was dripping down her face to her smooth thighs.

"Fucking hell," Harry panted from cumming twice in a short period, "Fantastic like always, Hermione."

Hermione used her fingers to eat the cum caking her face while saying, "Anytime. Oh, remember to say bye to Ron before you leave."

Hermione giggled when Harry's cock softened faster than usual.

Chapter 12

Ron was wondering what his life had come to. He had moved out of the way to make space for Harry so his friend could go up and fuck Hermione. It was a new level of disrespect that made him boil inside.

And Ron loved it.

He loved that Hermione and Harry had the sheer disregard for him that it got to the point where they had no issues with fucking in his own house. Ron didn't know what that said about him, but he was in no rush to psychoanalyze himself. What he was in a rush for was eavesdropping on what Hermione would be up to.

Sure, Ron had a good idea of what she would do with the state Hermione was in when she returned from Harry's manor, but it could all be an elaborate setup. Since he hadn't seen Hermione and Harry shag each other in person, Ron always had a thought that they were accommodating him with the help of magic. The cum running down Hermione's legs might not have been Harry's, and Hermione's claims of what Harry did to her could have been all made up.

This was a chance for Ron to confirm if Harry had truly been making Hermione his whore.

Forgetting that he was a wizard, Ron snuck up the stairs like he had to hide in his own home. He could faintly hear them talking about something, but it was too far to hear clearly. That's when Ron remembered the extendable ears. He had a couple of those lying around in a closet.

A few minutes later, Ron had a vice-like grip on his cock while listening to Hermione gag beautifully. All he could think about was that It was real. Harry really was treating his girl like his to use whenever he wanted.

And Hermione. That whore. Went along with it willingly. Happily, even.

"Fucking incredible," Ron heard Harry say with a strained voice over Hermione's choking on his cock, "You have to reach this spell to Ginny and Molly."

That should have put a halt to Ron jerking off. It should have made him fume in anger, barge into the room, and start casting curses at Harry. It should have made Ron do a lot of things.

But instead of reacting like normal, Ron groaned and leaned on the wall before stroking his cock even faster. He already knew that Ginny was regularly getting railed by Harry, as she should, and Hermione was someone Ron pushed onto Harry's cock. Still, as for Molly, his mum, Ron had absolutely no idea.

It only made it so much hotter.

"Fuck," Ron grunted as sweat started to drip from his forehead, "Of course, Harry fucking Potter would be smashing my mum. I knew there was a reason she was dressed like a whore!"

Ron closed his eyes and imagined Harry fucking his sister, his mum, and then his girlfriend like in some sort of lust-fueled sex arcade.

"Yes!" Ron creamed himself inside his trousers but didn't stop stroking his cock. To the sound of Hermione struggling to take Harry's cock in her throat, Ron kept furiously pumping his fist around his shaft to try and get to another orgasm.

No matter what he tried or imagined, Ron could tell that he wasn't going to be able to finish. He needed something to push him over the edge. And there was something close by that would do the job.

Ron was vaguely aware of Harry saying something before he heard a wet slap and Hermione muffled moans. He peeked into the open doorway right when Harry groaned loudly and what Ron saw immediately took him to completion.

Hermione, his beautiful, intelligent, supportive girlfriend, was on her knees with his best mate holding her face to his groin. Ron couldn't see a hint of Harry's cock, other than the impossibly large cock-shape bulge that was in Hermione's slender neck.

Ron's held back the moan that threatened to leave his lips when Hermione somehow had the mind to use her tongue to lap at the balls resting on her chin. Hermione had never done that for Ron before, but she was apparently happy to do it for Harry.

"Fucking whore," Ron whispered as his cock started to spew a weak load of cum to join the mess in his trousers. His fist was covered in his own seed as he stared at Hermione throating Harry's cock.

When Ron saw Hermione wrap her arms around Harry's hips and seemed to swallow. That was when Ron realized that his mate was feeding his cum to his girl's stomach. His overly sensitive cock wanted to wake back up, but it was already tapped out, no matter how much he wished it wasn't.

Ron was able to see a bit of Harry's spit-shined shaft when it was leaving his Hermione's mouth before he snapped back to reality. If Ron stood here like a moron, they would be able to see him in this shameful state. With his hand inside his trousers and a growing wet spot from the cum lining the inside.

Ron moved back and winced as he brought his hand out, completely covered in his cum. While wiping it clean on his shirt, Ron darted into the spare room right next to the master bedroom. Harry would be finished and ready to leave if he was anything like Ron.

That was a wrong assumption.

To Ron's surprise, he heard his girl gagging again, most likely on Harry's fat cock. He tried to play with his cock again, but it was so sore that it was painful to even touch. Ron ended up standing in the room next to where Harry was fucking Hermione's face until his mate was done with her throat.

After what must have been ten minutes of Harry fucking his girl's sloppy throat, Ron heard sounds that hinted at the finish. Hermione's moans weren't muffled by a cock blocking her airway, and Harry's groans were similar to when he dumped his load into Hermione's stomach.

It was only when Harry walked past the room Ron was staying in and left through the floo did he move a muscle. He made unsteady steps to the master bedroom and froze at what he saw.

Ron thought Hermione looked unbearably attractive with Harry's massive cock leaving a bulging outline on her neck, but this might have topped that. Her face was covered with globs of cum, streaks going from the bottom of her chin to the middle of her forehead. And most importantly, Hermione was cleaning her cum-covered face with her finger and sucking it clean and savoring it like it was a treat.

"Oh, Ron! Harry was looking for you before he had to leave," Hermione said, slurping the cum on her finger. She hadn't properly looked at Ron yet, but when she didn't get a reply, Hermione glanced at him and immediately smirked in amusement.

"So you saw that, did you?" Hermione eyed the stained trousers, "This isn't the first time you ruined your clothes. Do you enjoy walking around with that inside?"

Ron didn't, and Hermione knew that, but she couldn't help but tease his habit of cumming inside his trousers.

"Harry's going to be coming here often, then," Ron commented while staring at Hermione's face.

"I don't know about often. Harry might not have said it, but I know he felt weird having me while you were in the house."

Ron's spent cock somehow stiffened, making him wince in pain. The thought of Harry having Hermione like it was his right to do so was... arousing.

"Hm?" Hermione paused her cleaning when she saw Ron's cock twitch, "You like Harry coming here? You should tell him that. He'll be more willing to do so. Maybe you'll be able to see him own my cunt next time."

"Fuck..." Ron shifted in place, still not used to Hermione talking this way. Even though he had seen her be an absolute whore for Harry. "I'll let him know when I see him."

"I'm glad you're enjoying this as much as I am," Hermione smiled at Ron and reassured him, "And you have to know that I love you. No matter what you hear me say to Harry in the future, you are the one I chose to be with."

Ron never doubted that, but it still felt good to hear. However, he also wanted to use this to his advantage and get something from Hermione.

"Well, I am a little annoyed that my mate got to enjoy your throat before I could," Ron stepped out of his trousers to reveal a cock covered in a sticky layer of cum, "I'd like to feel that too."

Hermione stared at Ron's cock and couldn't help but compare it to Harry's. She thought that giving Ron permission to try and use her throat was pointless. He simply wasn't big enough to succeed. Plus, after Harry used her throat as his personal playground, Hermione wasn't in the mood to give Ron a blowjob, let alone a futile attempt to throat her.

"You know your dick is too small for that," Hermione said bluntly and scoffed before adding, "After what Harry did to me, do you think I want to give you a blowjob?"

Hermione wasn't surprised when Ron's cock became fully erect. She quickly found that he liked it when she did something that made it seem like she viewed him as a lesser.

"Honestly, Ron," Hermione sighed, "You know I'm always too tired after I'm with Harry to help you. If you can't control yourself, you should have left the house until Harry was done with me. It looks like you finished a few times, and you're still hard!"

"Hey! You can't tell me to leave my house so my mate can shag you!" Ron said that, but his cock was telling another story. There was a bead of precum forming on the top.

"I suppose I can't," Hermione caught a drop of cum that was about to drip off her face, "You can jerk off to me eating Harry's seed if you want. I can't help you more than that."

Ron didn't object. He was happy to see Hermione enjoying herself, even if he knew she was playing it up for him when she moaned like a whore as she swallowed every strand of cum coating her face. Ron's cock was an angry red from the overuse by the time Hermione's pretty face was clean of Harry's cum.

Hermione's mouth made a loud pop when she pulled out her finger after sucking it clean. She looked up to see Ron staring at her with his fist tightly circling his cock. It seemed like he hadn't finished since there was no evidence of new cum on the floor or on his hands.

"Why are you taking so long?" Hermione frowned, "This is much longer than you usually take."

"I...," Ron was almost panting, "Finished two times already."

"Oh," Hermione raised an eyebrow, "A dry orgasm then? It'd be nice if Harry had some of those. Every time he cums in me, it feels like he's trying to drown my womb with his seed."

"Bloody hell," Ron looked tortured as his cock refused to go soft, "You're not helping the situation, Hermione."

"Really?" Hermione got off her knees, suddenly interested, "You find it arousing when Harry is trying to get his seed to take root in my womb?"

"Fuck yes!" Ron hissed as he started to stroke his cock, no matter how sore it was.

"So if Harry wanted to ensure I was carrying his baby, you would be fine if I didn't let you touch me?" Hermione's cunt started to drip at the thought.

Ron shuddered before letting out a strangled moan. He tugged at his sore cock a few times as his empty balls tried to squeeze out cum that didn't exist.

"You are honestly fascinating," Hermione marveled at her odd boyfriend, "But I love you more because of it."

Ron wondered if he had corrupted Hermione or if he only let her true self out. He loved it either way, but he had to confirm that this was only wordplay.

"Harry's not really asking you for that, is he?" Ron asked with a bit of concern, "I don't think I'll be okay going that far."

Hermione was in no rush to become pregnant and didn't foresee that changing any time soon. She was far too young to start a family. It would require a rethink only a few years after getting married to Ron.

"I wouldn't do that to you, Ron," Hermione patted his cheek, "Unless you want me to."

Ron whimpered when he saw the wicked smirk on Hermione's face as she sauntered away. It was just a fun fantasy. He wouldn't want that, would he?

Ron knew that Hermione used the contraceptive spell daily to make sure there were no accidents. That was why he wasn't worried whenever she came home with a womb filled with Harry's cum.

But what if that changed for some reason? The spell was known to fail if applied incorrectly.

Ron imagined having to live with Hermione as her stomach slowly swelled, knowing that it wasn't his baby in her stomach but his best mate's. Having to deal with her perfect tits swelling with milk to feed a child she made with Harry.

"Oh, Merlin..." Ron muttered, "I'm so fucked."

Hermione smiled outside the bedroom as she heard Ron start to jerk himself off after she left. She would have felt jealous of the number of times Ron was able to get himself hard if not for the access she had to Harry. It wasn't the first time Hermione thought about it, but Ron could only bring himself to finish once before Harry started to shag her.

The only thing was that Ron was so busy masturbating that he hadn't fucked Hermione. It wasn't a big deal for her, but she couldn't imagine the logic there. If the roles were switched, which it never would be because Hermione would kill Ron, she would want physical contact other than her own hand.

Hermione briefly wondered if she should have allowed Ron's request and given him a blowjob. She could have made him orgasm in a few minutes, and since Ron had been out of cum, it wouldn't have spoiled the taste of Harry that Hermione had in her mouth.

Then again, she really didn't want to deal with that. Hermione would have had to fake enjoyment to not make Ron feel even more emasculated than he already was. As Hermione was figuring out, the trick was to keep Ron on the edge while avoiding pushing him over it. A reluctant blowjob might have done it.

Hermione promised herself that she would give Ron the ride of his life. Of course, it would have to be on a day when Harry hadn't fucked her within an inch of her life.

As she walked to the bathroom to shower, Hermione wondered if she could get Molly and Ginny to distract him.

Hermione froze, her mind racing as she tried to remember if Molly was mentioned while Harry was with her. However, no matter how hard she tried to remember, she had no idea.

Hermione spent so much time choking on Harry's cock that it wouldn't surprise her if the lack of oxygen caused her to lose some memory.

The only saving grace was that Ron didn't mention it. Surely he would have said something if he had learned that his mum was fucking her future son-in-law.

Hermione nodded to herself at that reasoning and continued to the bathroom. Harry's cum might be fantastic when it came directly from the cum factories that were his balls, but she wasn't a fan of dried cum, even if it was from a wizard with a massive cock. A cold shower would fix that while also cooling down her wet pussy.

Hermione would have loved to finger herself to orgasm, but unlike Ron, she had someone to visit later on today for a good fuck. And the wait was half the fun.

Chapter 13

Ginny sighed as Harry slowly pumped into her dripping cunt. She was already at the edge, about to orgasm around her fiancé's cock at any moment.

Ginny didn't know exactly what happened at Ron's house yesterday, but ever since Harry came back, he had been smiling like an idiot. Not only that, but he was eager to make love to her all day. Something Ginny had to deny Harry since she had still been sore as all hell. But he couldn't be rejected the following morning. Luckily, Ginny was ready for him.

There was something about staring into Harry's eyes as he slowly and repeatedly split her tight pussy open with his massive cock. For most other witches, this wouldn't be called making love but more along the lines of reshaping their cunt. However, Ginny knew when Harry meant to go to that length, and this certainly wasn't it. One of the most apparent signs would be her blubbering in pleasure while her pussy sprayed out continuous orgasms instead of the gentle ones she was experiencing.

Ginny moaned when Harry thrust his cock into her cervix and pulled back to scrape past her g-spot. She dragged her nails down his back and wrapped her legs around his hips to pull him deeper into her.

"I'm cumming," Ginny mewled in Harry's ear before shuddering while her eyes fluttered closed. She tried her best to milk the cum out of his balls but knew it was unlikely to happen. Ginny fell limply back on the bed and unwrapped herself from Harry, much to his displeasure.

"Just a little more, Gin," Harry was hard as steel inside her, "I'm almost there."

Ginny wanted to finish Harry, she really did, but he had almost blown her back out yesterday. The main reason she told him to go to Ron's. The thing was, Ginny was almost at that point again. She could push to keep going until Harry cums inside her, but a wicked idea came to the front of her mind.

"I'm sorry, Harry," Ginny gasped dramatically as she pushed him away, "I underestimated how sore I'd still be. I can't keep going."

"Gin, you can't be serious!" Harry raised his voice in disbelief. His cock was nowhere close to being satisfied. It was painfully hard.

"Sorry," Ginny repeated sheepishly, "Maybe Hermione could help? I know she's going to be home today."

Harry stared at his fiancée for a brief moment before rushing off the bed and flooing to Ron's without a stitch of clothing. Ginny was abruptly left alone in bed, but she wasn't angry. In fact, she followed Harry's steps quickly and stuck her head in the fireplace. Ginny hoped she would be able to see what Harry does, but listening would work just as well.

Luckily for her, Hermione happened to be in the living room, and with Harry's urgency, Ginny got her wish. Her fingers slowly found their way into her wet cunt as she watched the show.

Hermione was massaging her neck, wondering when the discomfort would go away. Even though the spell she cast yesterday allowed her throat to expand to fit Harry's cock, that didn't mean she was immune to the aftereffects. Admittedly, it was an easy fix with rudimentary healing spells, but Hermione loved to see Ron harden at the sound of her hoarse voice. Getting reminded every time she talked of what Harry did must be torturous for him, in a good way.

Hermione wasn't aware of the smile forming on her lips, not until someone unexpected revealed it to her.

"What's making you so happy?"

Hermione flinched in surprise and took a step back before realizing it was Harry.

"Harry! What in the world are you doing?" Hermione stared at his attire, or rather lack thereof.

In all honesty, there was a part of Harry that felt ridiculous going to his mate's place completely naked. Still, a more significant part was saying he was about to fuck Ron's girl, so why does it matter. That made great sense in Harry's mind.

"Well," Harry's walk toward Hermione was led by his cock, which was still dripping in Ginny's juices, "Gin couldn't finish me today, and I thought it would be perfect to use you to do the job."

Hermione's breath hitched as she stared at Harry's lean body getting closer, wondering if this was what her worth had come down to. A tool to be used for Harry's release.

"So," Hermione gasped out when Harry grabbed her by the bum and pulled her into him, "Is this how you're going to treat me from now on?"

Harry stilled, wondering where Hermione was going with this. "A whore that you visit whenever you need your balls drained?"

Harry didn't like the sound of that. It made Hermione seem far less than she actually was. It was true he was drilling her cunt like an insatiable beast, but that was more to do with getting out the pent-up lust Harry built up for her over the years.

Hermione glanced at the cock wilting on her thigh before looking up with a smirk. "Then again, when didn't you take something from me?"

Harry paused at the rapid change of tone. All he could think was maybe he could still get some pussy.

"In school, it was always for my homework. With that mess with Voldemort, it was my loyalty. Should have known you'd go for my body next. Shame on you for making me pay less attention to Ron."

"What in the name of Dudley's fat arse is happening right now?" Harry muttered as Hermione got him hard again. His hands were still full of her fantastic bum, and all he really wanted to do was get her out of her clothes.

"So, er, you're good then?" Harry asked, to Hermione's annoyance.

"Honestly, Harry," Hermione said with a sigh, "You're hopeless. That was supposed to be a bit of dirty talk."

"Was it?" Harry certainly didn't think so, "Very, uh, exciting stuff there."

Hermione rolled her eyes and let it go. Even if Harry was shit at that, he at least had the cock to make up for it.

"Because I remember it quite differently," Harry made Hermione squeak when he pushed his cock against her, "And it certainly wasn't me taking anything from you."

"Weren't you the one that always nagged me about homework?" Hermione moaned when Harry vanished her clothes and gripped her bare arse. "You insisted on coming along with me on the hunt."

Harry paused for a second and gave her a thankful smile, "Which I appreciate greatly." Hermione closed her eyes when Harry kissed her without the roughness she had come to expect.

"But," Harry said when he pulled away from Hermione's lips, "That doesn't change that you wanted to. Just like how you are the one that wanted to act like a slut and cheat on my mate. I'm just doing my duty to make sure you don't fuck around on him."

Hermione made a little space between them to lightly stroke his cock with both hands. Everything Harry said was true. He didn't ever make her do anything for him. It had always been Hermione herself who loved helping him. Maybe it was a way of repaying Harry after he saved her in the first year.

Hermione had to stop herself from snorting in amusement. That reminded her of the raunchy romance novels she had read. Of witches promising their loyalty and bodies to the wizards that saved them. That was pure fantasy, of course, but Hermione sometimes enjoyed that thought privately.

"How noble of you," Hermione snickered, "It must be tough, protecting Ron by fucking me like I'm your slut."

Harry pushed her hands away and grunted when he thrust his cock between Hermione's thighs. He groped her tight arse as his shaft rubbed along her slick pussy. Harry stared into Hermione's brown eyes, noticing she had gold flecks for the first time. Then again, he had been too busy destroying her pussy to catch it before.

"It is tough," Harry's balls bounced off Hermione's soft thighs when he thrust into the makeshift gap, "Unbelievably tough. Why did my best friends have to be such freaks? It keeps me way too busy."

Hermione was held in place as she was thigh fucked. Her hands were useless going up and down Harry's back as he used a part of her body that Hermione wasn't aware could be used this way.

"Fucking hell," Harry panted, "It seems right, doesn't it?"

Hermione moaned when Harry's shaft scraped against her clit. "What seems right?"

"Fucking you and all that," Harry moved a hand lower on her arse and teased her pussy, "What'd they call us? Is it the Golden Trio or some nonsense? Makes sense that both Ron

and I get to rail your tight cunt."

Hermione shuddered and squeezed her thighs to try and trap Harry's cock, attempting to stop her orgasm, but failed spectacularly. All it accomplished was getting her to the finish much faster.

"OH!" Hermione rested her head on Harry's chest as she was held up by the grip on her arse. Harry's shaft was lubricated by an explosive spray of Hermione's juices as he kept fucking his cock between her thighs.

After a few seconds, Hermione said, "We might be in this together, but Ron hasn't touched me since you sent me back to him with your cum running down my legs."

Harry paused, a little worried, and asked, "Is he regretting it?"

"No," Hermione said before giggling, "He can't stop masturbating when he sees me like that. By the time Ron's done, he's too tired to actually touch me."

Harry stared at Hermione with a look she was starting to recognize. And if she didn't, the cock between her legs hinted at what would happen since it was hard enough to support her weight.

"FUCK!" Hermione screamed loudly when Harry pulled back and abruptly pounded his cock into the back of her pussy.

"That's so fucking hot," Harry growled as he broke past her cervix, "So you're telling me my mate prefers to see my cum all over you instead of fucking you himself?"

Hermione blubbered something that sounded like a yes as Harry fucked into her pussy like a machine.

"Then let me see how long I can keep it that way," Harry said with a strained voice, the sound of his balls bouncing off her thighs almost drowning it out.

"I'M CUMMING!" Hermione dug her fingers into anything she could reach to get a grip.

That happened to be Harry's back. He grunted as he pushed his cock all the way into Hermione's cunt, breaking past her battered cervix before lifting her up by his grip on her arse.

Harry carried the orgasming witch over to the couch and put her on her back while making sure his cock never left her spasming cunt.

"What the hell is Ron thinking?" Harry said as he restarted fucking into Hermione, "If I was him, I'd keep a slut like you on my cock constantly."

Hermione ran a trembling hand over the area of her stomach where she could feel Harry's cock fucking her womb. "I would have never been satisfied with his cock," Hermione said without thinking.

"Fuck!" Hermione was shoved up the couch after a brutal thrust from Harry. She wondered if Ron had realized what was happening yet. If he did, there was most likely a voyeur spying on them.

The claps of Harry's hips crashing into Hermione's thighs were loud enough to have a faint echo in the furnished room. Her legs were gripped by the ankles and held in the air while Harry used all the force he could to give his slutty friend the fucking she deserved.

Hermione's moans were cut off when Harry bent down to slam his lips to hers, sloppily licking her lips and fighting against her tongue as his cock repeatedly fucked into her womb.

"Fucking hell, Hermione," Harry panted after pulling away from the kiss, "I can't get enough of your tight little pussy. It feels like it was made to milk my cock."

Hermione bit her swollen lip and tightened her cunt around the pumping cock for a second before shuddering wildly while a keening wail escaped her mouth. She was trying to milk Harry as he suggested her cunt was made for, but it only accomplished making her orgasm around her best friend's massive shaft.

"So beautiful," Harry muttered as he fought through the vice-like grip of Hermione's pussy and pounded the entire length of his cock in and out of her. His balls slammed into her arse every time his cockhead broke into her womb. The sting barely registered since Harry could feel that he was about to blow his load.

"Where do you want it?" Harry grunted as he buried his cock to the base and stirred his hips, making Hermione gasp at how it felt like he was claiming her womb. That reminded her of what she had discovered yesterday.

Of how both she and Ron were unbelievably turned on by the thought of getting Harry's baby fucked into her womb.

"Inside!" Hermione yelled, "Seed me, Harry!"

Harry didn't think too much of it. His only thought was to get all the cum stored in his balls out of there and somewhere on, or in, Hermione.

"Fuck yes!" Harry hissed as he made a couple of vicious thrusts before he slammed himself balls-deep into Hermione's pussy until his cockhead was past her cervix and in her womb. Less than a second later, the first blast of cum almost filled Hermione's most sacred part halfway.

When the second shot of cum made her feel bloated, Hermione lay her hands over her lower stomach to feel the slight bump and stared at Harry's face while he did what only he could do. Hermione wasn't sure how much cum Harry unloaded inside her, but it was enough to bloat her even more than Molly.

"Harry," Hermione moaned as he slowly slid out of her creampied pussy, "You're a monster."

"Yeah?" Harry let go of one of Hermione's ankles and stroked his messy shaft to squeeze out any leftover cum into her pussy, "Don't tell me you don't like it."

Hermione hummed as she ran a hand over her cum bump, wondering if this was what she'd look like when she was pregnant. Hermione bit her bottom lip when she started to feel an ache in her cunt. She really did have a pregnancy kink, specifically when it was Harry's possible baby.

"So, Hermione," Harry said casually while lowering her raised legs to make his cum spill out of her cunt, "Do you want to tell me something?"

"Hmm?" Hermione was mindlessly rubbing the small bump on her midriff, "Tell you what?" "What's this about seeding you? You're not trying to trick me into something, are you?" "...Oh," Hermione's hand stroking her stomach froze, "You heard that?"

"Hard to miss it when you yelled into my face," Harry said mockingly.

"It's not real," Hermione reassured, worrying Harry was thinking bad of her, "I'm still on the spell and everything. Ron and I found out that we liked the thought of it yesterday. It's just play, I swear."

Hermione thought that Harry might be disgusted, the main reason she intended to keep it secret, but a hard cock ready for more action told her otherwise.

"So," Harry lifted her legs again, but this time practically folding her in half so her feet were over Hermione's head, "My mate not only likes me fucking his girl, but he also likes the thought of raising a kid that isn't his?"

That wasn't what Ron said yesterday, and Hermione was well aware of it, but Merlin was that hot. It made her womb ache for Harry's balls to give her another dose of cum. Hermione figured since Harry felt the same way about it, judging by how fast he was ready to fuck her again, it would be harmless to go along with it since it wouldn't truly happen.

Hermione gave him a slight nod. "YES! Give me more, Harry!"

Harry had punched his cock past Hermione's cervix and into her womb, displacing the cum that was filling it in order to replace it with a fresh dose.

"You said it was for play," Harry pounded Hermione's cunt, the sound of flesh clapping together filling the house again, "And it might not be possible, but I'm going to try my best to make it happen. I'm a powerful wizard, Hermione, and I will use my magic to break your little contraceptive spell."

Hermione gasped when his cock somehow hit a spot that hadn't been touched before. She was just a receptacle for Harry's lusts in this mating press. He could use all the force possible to drill his cock into her pussy, and since Hermione was lying on her back with her ankles near her face, any cum dumped into her would stay in her womb.

"Yes! Do it!" Hermione yelled as Harry made shorter and shorter thrusts, "Make me have to marry Ron early! The bastard you put in me would be considered his!"

"Fuck!" Harry closed his eyes and planted his cock into Hermione's womb, where it belonged, "You're such a fucking slut!"

"YES!" Hermione wrapped her arms around Harry as he blew another massive load of baby batter into her womb. It was unlikely, but the chance of his magic overpowering the spell keeping her safe made Hermione cum her brains out.

"OH, MERLIN! SEED ME!"

Hermione slowly lost control of her limbs as Harry dumped every drop of cum he could into her before pulling his cock out after a few minutes.

Hermione was staring at the ceiling as she felt a river of cum escaping her packed cunt, no doubt ruining the couch to a point where even a cleaning spell wouldn't fix it. She saw movement out of the corner of her eye and turned to see Harry's cock dripping their combined juices onto her floor.

"Thanks for this, Hermione," Harry bent down to kiss her sweaty forehead, "You always come through for me. Do you want me to help you clean up?"

Hermione immediately shook her head and tiredly said, "Ron can do that."

It still felt odd for Harry to hear that about his mate when he wasn't actively fucking Hermione, so he tried to ignore it and nodded.

Before he left, Harry said, "I'll see you and Ron at the Chudley game this afternoon." Hermione gave him a lazy wave and heard the floo fire up before she was left alone.

Chapter 14

When Harry stepped into the floo, Hermione could hear footsteps coming down the stairs.

If she was a normal girlfriend, there would have been panicked attempts to hide what had just occurred. Of course, that was nowhere close to reality, so Hermione leisurely relaxed on the couch. Utterly unconcerned about Ron seeing her in her current state.

After all, there was a decent chance her boyfriend was listening to Harry pound her tight little pussy into submission. Their friend certainly wasn't trying to hide that he was fucking Hermione like she was a Knockturn whore. Neither was she, to be honest. Hermione knew her screams could be heard in every room of the house.

When Ron appeared at the bottom of the stairs and just stared at her, Hermione decided to tease him a little.

"Ron," Hermione said with a moan, "Did you hear what Harry said?"

She spread her legs, making her cum-filled pussy empty the seed inside faster onto the upholstery. "About what he's going to do to me? To us?"

Ron didn't say a word as he walked closer to Hermione. He had seen her in a similarly wrecked state many times before, but this time was different. This time, Ron had listened to Harry fuck his girl and treat her like the whore she was. It wasn't the first time he had eavesdropped, but the last time, Harry had only used Hermione's throat, not her tight little pussy.

"Nothing to say, Ron? Did you change your mind about what we talked about while you listened to me begging for Harry's seed? Maybe you want your best friend to impregnate me?"

Ron stared at Hermione's abused pussy, knowing it was stretched loose from the pounding it had just experienced. It wouldn't last long in that state. The past experience taught Ron that her cunt would recover in less than an hour and lock the remaining seed inside. If Hermione didn't empty her womb of the cum Harry had dumped inside, there really might be a minuscule chance that she might carry his mate's baby.

Hermione smirked when Ron unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock.

"You wanted this. You asked Harry to do it," Ron didn't take his eyes off Hermione's dripping pussy, "Why?"

Hermione didn't answer immediately as she wondered why herself. She had no desire to do anything that Ron wasn't on board with, so it must be the low probability that was fueling her impulse. While neither Hermione nor Ron wanted an actual pregnancy, that didn't mean they weren't turned on by the thought of it.

"Do you want me to stop? I already told Harry it was just wordplay. I don't really want to get his baby fucked in me."

Ron believed that. He really did, but when Hermione started to circle her clit with her fingers as she talked about getting Harry's baby fucked into her, he couldn't help but have some doubt. He wasn't aware that he was stroking his shaft faster after Hermione said that.

"Then why did I hear Harry say he was going to make it happen," Ron's cock was leaking precum, "And why did I hear you say you wanted to carry his bastard?"

Hermione moaned in reply and closed her eyes, thinking back to that moment. Remembering the feeling of Harry's cock slamming into the back of her womb and sensing his magic try, and fail, to break the contraceptive charm. Hermione shuddered as she realized that if Harry was successful, she really would be carrying a Potter bastard.

"You whore!" Ron grunted when Hermione seemed to experience a small orgasm. That was the trigger for him to spew his load.

"Fuck!" Ron's hand slammed into the base of his cock, his red tip forming a bead of white cum before three ropes flew out and splattered on Hermione's thigh.

"Ron!" Hermione was broken from her fantasy at feeling something warm fall on her leg, "That's disgusting!"

Ron hadn't stopped masturbating, beating his shaft through its soreness as he tried to wring out another load from his balls.

"Honestly," Hermione sighed, "You know I don't like the feeling of cum on my body."

"What?" Ron gasped as his legs started wobbling, "How come Harry gets to do that to you but I can't!"

Hermione looked at Ron like he was stupid. "Harry isn't my boyfriend, Ronald. You are. If you can't tell, I'm his best friend, and with what's been happening recently, his slut. He doesn't need to worry about my preferences like you do."

Ron gaped at Hermione while keeping up his speed with tugging on his cock. From what he could understand while trying to make himself cum again, Hermione was saying that since she was Ron's girlfriend, there were some things that she wouldn't do with him, and he had to respect that since he had to care about her feelings. As for Harry, he had free reign over her body.

Ron had never heard such bullshit before.

"Fuck all of that!" Ron yelled as he felt himself cumming again. To spite Hermione's ridiculous reasoning, he would cum on her again.

With a low whimper, Ron was able to squeeze out another cumshot out of his sore cock. Unfortunately, this one didn't come anywhere close to Hermione. The weak dribbles of cum slowly dripped out of his tip and ran over his fingers before falling to the floor.

"Ron!" Hermione yelped before she winced as she shifted to stand up, "That's it! Next time I fuck Harry, I'll clean up before coming back home!"

Hermione cursed softly with every step she took up the stairs. It was a common consequence of Harry fucking her bowlegged, but she had forgotten her wand upstairs. Without numbing her soreness, it significantly diminished her image while giving Ron his punishment.

Not that Ron saw it like that, anyway. If he couldn't see the evidence of what Harry had done to Hermione, he would just imagine it. All he had to know was that it had happened.

Ron groaned when his cock hardened again as he stared at Hermione struggling up the stairs. All he could think was that his mate treated his whorish girlfriend like she deserved.

"And get ready, Ron! We have to go to the game!" Hermione yelled from the top of the stairs.

Ron had forgotten about the tickets Ginny had got for them. They were box seats only VIPs could hope to see in their lives, even if it was for the Chudley Cannons. The team wasn't as terrible as when he was in school, but they were still the league's bottom feeders.

That was beside the point. The team gladly gave Ginny four tickets when they learned who it was for. Ron knew that his sister despised the team and only got them as a gift for him, so it wouldn't be a common occurrence. It had been marked on the calendar, so why did he forget about it?

It was obviously the insane events that happened recently. A quidditch game was the last thing Ron would think of.

That resulted in this awkward situation.

Ron and Hermione flooed over to Potter Manor so they could go to the game together via portkey. While Hermione had wandered off with Ginny to talk about which scarf looked best on them, he had been left with Harry.

Surprisingly, Harry looked more uncomfortable than Ron did.

"You can punch me, you know," Harry suddenly spoke up, "I deserve it."

Ron blinked, almost surprised that either could get a word out. "Why? Because you did what we asked you to?"

"Ron, you must know by now that's not the only reason I'm doing this." Harry wasn't sure what he was pushing this. He was happy with how things were going and certainly didn't feel this guilty with Arthur.

"That makes everything even better," Ron blurted out, stopping Harry's confused thoughts.

"I don't get it," Harry threw his hands up, "Why? Why do all this when you and Hermione were happy?"

Ron laughed at hearing the frustration in Harry's voice. If he didn't know better, he would have thought that Harry was unhappy about it, which wasn't even close to the truth.

"You're right. We were happy," Ron grinned, losing the awkwardness he felt at the beginning, "But we're even happier now."

Harry stared at Ron suspiciously, wondering if his friend was trying to fool himself into believing it.

"You're happy that..." Harry glanced where his fiancee and best friend had disappeared and whispered, "That I'm fucking Hermione?"

"Fuck yes," Ron said without hesitation, "If you don't believe me, the next time you do it, I'll stay in the room to watch."

Harry stepped back, wondering how the hell that was supposed to convince him. That was until Harry saw the naked desire in Ron's eyes like he was already imagining Hermione getting plowed in front of him.

"... Fucking mental, you are," Harry muttered.

Ron crossed his arms, openly showing his amusement at the situation. He had thought that Harry would throw the fact that he was nailing Hermione in his face, especially with what Ron had heard during their tryst. However, it seemed like Harry was more concerned about why this was happening than anything else. Ron wasn't sure if this was an act to make him feel more open to letting this happen, but he never intended to stop it in the first place.

"So I guess you don't want to do that?" Ron pushed, "I understand if you want to stop."

"Are you joking, mate?" Harry said incredulously, "You think I'd willingly give up Hermione after I had a taste of her?"

Ron had to hold back the urge to palm his cock, not wanting to seem even more degenerate. "So I can watch then?"

"Er, yeah, I guess?" Harry wasn't sure what he felt about having a voyeur, "But I'm not interested in double teaming her. You and Hermione can have your fun after I'm done."

"That works. I'm not interested in that either," Ron agreed. However, he doubted either he or Hermione would do much of anything after Harry left. Ron's cock would be thoroughly spent, and Hermione would be fucked out of her mind. What could they do in that state?

"So, uh, do we shake on it?"

Ron snickered as he held out a hand, fully laughing when Harry took it and shook his hand. He wondered what Hermione would think when she learned how they settled on the deal.

"This is still strange as all hell, mate. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I don't like it, but you and Hermione have odd likes."

Ron didn't deny that, but he didn't think Harry was much better. Especially with what he had heard when Harry was fucking Hermione's face. Ron knew his mother's name was said in a way that clearly implied that she was involved with Harry. However, he didn't think he was ready to hear the truth.

"If you say so, Harry," Ron shrugged, "So, I guess we're alright, then?"

Harry raised an eyebrow and said, "That should be something I should be asking, but yeah, we are."

"What are you two doing?"

Harry and Ron turned to see Hermione staring at them with a frown. "Nothing."

"We're shaking on what will happen the next time you get shagged by Harry."

Harry and Hermione stared at Ron like he was a moron, but the redhead was unrepentant. "What? Are we really going to pretend this isn't a thing?"

"... Ronald, I think you need more than the small punishment I gave you," Hermione glared as a red flush appeared on her face. She could be a raging slut for Harry, but Hermione preferred to stay her proper self when she wasn't having sex.

Ron shrugged, figuring that whatever this punishment was, it would only turn him on even more.

"I'm ready to go," Ginny said as she walked toward them with the boot that would act as the portkey. When she saw Harry shifting in his spot while her brother looked far too pleased, Ginny debated satisfying her curiosity about the situation but decided it wasn't worth it. She wasn't a fan of knowing her brother's sex life, or lack thereof, these days.

"So happy to meet you, Mr. Weasley! Ms. Granger!" A portly man blabbered as he played with the brim of his top hat, "It's an honor!"

"The pleasure's all ours, Mr. Grey," Hermione took over when she saw the scowl on Ron's face, "We've been delighted by your journalism, haven't we, Ron?"

"Yeah, it's great," Ron grunted unhappily, not that it reduced the reporter's excitement. He didn't know who this man was.

Ron blanked out as Hermione chatted with the man and looked around the private box. Though, he wasn't sure what was private about this. It seemed like a smaller-scale version of Ginny's engagement party.

Reporters, politicians, foreign dignitaries, and Merlin knows who else had shown up... to a Chudley Cannon game. Ron should have known this would happen when they got free tickets. It wouldn't have been as bad if everyone had the decency to only bother Harry and leave him alone so he could watch the game.

"We'll get back to you on that, Mr. Grey," Hermione said before walking away from the conversation. Ron almost cried in relief when they were able to get to their seats without anyone stopping them. He could at least watch the last part of the game.

"Why were you talking to him for that long?" Ron became even more surly when the Cannons somehow gave up three goals in rapid succession.

"He's a reporter. You know we have to keep them on our good side. Another Rita situation would be terrible."

"I guess," Ron said reluctantly, knowing he was being ridiculous. Fame was fun and all, but it certainly had its downsides.

When the game was almost finished, Harry finally took his seat with a sigh. "Ginny didn't tell me that this would be a meet-and-greet."

"She's been doing this 'networking' thing far too much," Ron groused.

"She is," Harry said with a shrug, "But you have to admire what Ginny's doing for the family."

Ron nodded slightly, aware that most of the fortune falling on the Weasley family was due to his sister's efforts. He was even about to lessen the blame he put on her for ruining the game, but that was before he saw someone walking toward them.

"What in bloody hell is Malfoy doing here?"

Harry blinked at the vitriol he heard in Ron's voice and followed his gaze to see two blondes staring at them.

Chapter 15

"Hermione? You don't happen to know anything about this, do you?" Harry asked, wondering if she had any clue if Ginny planned this.

Harry knew that his future wife was on track to be the next great socialite of Magical Britain, but this was a bit too far. He didn't mind what Ginny wanted to do, but that didn't mean he would smile and entertain people that disgusted him.

"Of course not!" Hermione denied before muttering, "I didn't expect any of this. It feels like I'm at work again."

Harry laughed at Hermione's words, glad he never had to deal with the nonsense she does. However, when the Malfoy's started making their way toward him, Harry realized he had jinxed himself.

"Never thought I'd hate coming to a Cannons game," Ron said morosely.

Harry glanced at Ron and made a note to get some season passes for the trashy team. He wanted his friend to have something that'd make him happy. It had nothing to do with the fact that Harry would be regularly bouncing his balls off Hermione's fantastic arse. Not at all.

"Potter. Granger... and Weasley."

Harry forced himself to stop thinking of fucking Hermione into a drooling mess to focus on a much more unattractive option. Draco was talking to them for some reason.

"Never thought I'd see this day," Harry commented before turning to Hermione, "Did you, Hermione? I always thought Draco would stay away when you slapped him in our third year, but he never did learn, did he."

Harry chuckled when Ron beamed at Hermione before shooting Draco a foul look. Speaking of Malfoy, Harry wondered how he got the looker next to him to marry him.

"Must we act like we're still schoolchildren?" Harry could see Draco was doing his best to keep his temper under control. That just meant whatever he was up to right now was important.

"Fine," Harry waved his hand, "What do you need?"

Draco cleared his throat before saying, "I feel that your retail stores would do well to- "

"Stop," Harry cut Draco off, "Is this about one of my businesses?"

"... Yes," Draco didn't appreciate getting interrupted but had to endure due to desperation.

"Right, you'll want to talk to my manager about that. I only deal with what she has already vetted."

"Very well," Draco thought it was strange to hand that much power over to someone, but he was glad to not talk with Harry more than needed, "Where can I find this manager?"

"You're in luck," Harry smirked, "She's right there."

Draco closed his eyes and resisted the urge to leave immediately. Harry was pointing to Hermione, someone the Malfoy had even less of a desire to deal with. Meanwhile, Ron was beyond pleased with his expression.

A few minutes later, Hermione had moved to a vacant corner of the box to listen to what Draco had to say. The looker following Draco was still standing beside him with no expression like she was a doll.

"Why're you even wasting time with this?" Ron questioned as he winced at another goal getting scored on the Cannons.

"We've got nothing else to do, do we? So why not. Might turn out to be interesting." "It's Malfoy," Ron sneered, "He's probably trying to trick you into something."

"Probably," Harry agreed, "But do you really think he can pull a fast one on Hermione? She's had to deal with much worse being my asset manager. An increasingly penniless Malfoy is nothing."

"Yeah, I suppose... I still don't like it."

Harry snorted and shook his head. Leave it to Ron to stubbornly stick to his view, though he may be right this time. Harry glanced at Hermione talking to Draco and lost time as he traced her body with his eyes.

All he wanted to do was pull Hermione aside and make her choke on his cock until he blew a load into her stomach. Ron must have seen his intentions because Harry was broken out of his daydream by a sharp slap on his shoulder.

"Oi, that's my girlfriend you're staring at," Ron whispered with a glint in his eyes, "You were almost drooling, so watch it. You're way too obvious."

Harry shifted in his seat as he tried to rid the image of Hermione's pretty face caked in his cum.

"What are you thinking of right now?"

"Holding Hermione's face down on my cock as I make her swallow my cum." Harry wasn't sure why he answered Ron honestly, but maybe his friends' odd fetish was getting him to play along.

"Bloody hell," Ron moved his hands to cover his crotch, "That'd be brilliant."

Harry nodded as if he agreed with Ron, which he did. He wondered if he would ever get used to Ron being just as excited as he was at the thought of him fucking Hermione.

"Hey, remember our deal. I get to watch," Ron reminded Harry, something the last Potter had actually forgotten.

"Er, right," Harry didn't want to admit it, but he was warming to the idea of taking Hermione with Ron in the same room. He shifted in his seat to try and keep his arousal down.

"This is just mean-spirited at this point," Harry bluntly changed the subject, "There's no reason to score more goals on the Cannons. Even two snitches can't get them enough points for a win."

"They're cocky." Ron turned his attention to the match, "Watch. All this nonsense will let my team get back in the game!"

Harry shot Ron a glance to see if he really believed that, and of course, he did. Ron Weasley was nothing if not a delusional Chudley Cannon fan. The only reason Harry didn't try to correct him was to keep the subject off Hermione.

Harry let Ron do most of the talking as his eyes wandered to Hermione to ensure Draco wasn't trying anything. When his school nemesis seemed visibly angry, Harry was about to walk over to give Hermione some support, but Draco's wife calmed him down with a few words.

He watched with amusement as Draco huffed and stormed away before Hermione returned to her seat. Or she would have returned to her seat if Harry hadn't asked her to sit next to him. He would have to talk over Ron in her original seat, and that didn't seem ideal. Since Ginny was still busy schmoozing, Hermione might as well take her place.

"So, what was that all about? Anything interesting?"

Hermione tilted her head, thinking over what she should say. In the end, she ended up shrugging, "Not at all. Maybe in a month or so when Malfoy's even more desperate."

"I see," Harry debated asking Hermione to explain in more detail, but he decided not to. It had taken him years to finally get her to agree to not give him too many details about his business.

Hermione took her job as his asset manager seriously. She had insisted, at the start, on giving Harry line-by-line updates of things he didn't give two fucks about.

Those things he didn't care about included day-to-day routine matters to large-scale investments. If Harry didn't have someone other than Hermione taking care of it, then sure, he'd keep a closer watch. However, she was the one taking care of it.

Hermione could do whatever the hell she wanted with his money, and he was okay with it, knowing it was in safe hands. Harry just wanted to enjoy his life without having to worry about much.

"Well, that was the most interesting thing that happened so far," Harry leaned back into the chair and sighed, "Now we have to wait until the Cannons are put out of their misery."

Hermione frowned at Harry's carefree attitude about his business, but there was not much she could do to change that. Well, she is planning to teach him a lesson about handing over complete control. However, that might take a month or so to materialize.

"Say, Hermione," Harry's tone made Hermione stiffen in her seat, "What do you say about having a little fun?"

Hermione looked past Harry to see Ron, but it seemed like her boyfriend was too engrossed in the match. "Here? With everyone around? Harry, are you mental!?"

Harry admired the conflicting emotions he could see in Hermione. She was clearly excited about the idea but, at the same time, shocked that he had the gall to suggest such a thing.

"We have magic, Hermione. We should be able to pull it off."

Hermione gaped at Harry, wondering if she should go along with his insanity.

"Don't look at me like that," Harry stared at Hermione's lips, "It makes me want to pull your head down on my cock."

"Harry!" Hermione whisper-yelled, looking around to see if anyone heard him. Luckily, almost everyone was trying to talk with Ginny. Harry's well-known derision with speaking to others made most target him indirectly by clamoring for Ginny's attention.

"What?" Harry asked innocently, "You can't blame me. Who told you to be so fuckable?"

Hermione didn't know that Harry had already isolated them from the rest of the people in the box. It was unlikely anyone would be able to break the spell to see what they were doing. Of course, Harry remembered Ron's request to watch. He was included inside the isolation bubble.

Hermione stared at Harry with a red face before looking at Ron, who was apparently clueless about what was happening.

"Ronald!"

Ron flinched in his seat and turned to see Harry and Hermione staring at him. "Hermione? What're you doing over there?"

"Ron," Hermione's eyes twitched in irritation, "Did you hear what Harry wants to do?" "... No?"

Harry helpfully stepped in to let his mate know he would get to watch earlier than expected. "You know what we shook on? It's about to happen right now."

Ron blinked, wondering if what he heard was correct. Harry had that uncharacteristically cocky smirk on his face while Hermione was looking at him nervously. Ron slowly realized that this was actually happening.

"Uh, Harry, mate, I don't want anyone to find out about this." Ron tilted his head toward the gathering of people, "There's too much risk."

"Oh, that's nothing to worry about," Harry pulled out his wand, pointing in the air before a loud bang made Ron and Hermione flinch in surprise.

"Harry! What's wrong with you!" Hermione glared at him while rubbing her ears. "Look around. Nobody noticed."

Hermione and Ron did as Harry said and found that he was telling the truth. Nobody bothered to even make an effort to glance their way.

"So," Harry hugged Hermione over the seat divider, making her squeak in shock, "What do you say, Ron? Are you fine with me having Hermione's mouth right now?"

Ron gulped, already feeling his cock stiffening under his clothes. He didn't take much time before nodding slightly.

Harry immediately moved the hand resting on Hermione's side to cup her tit in full view of Ron. He ignored her gasp as he pinched her hard nipple.

"Look at you," Harry murmured as he kissed Hermione's cheek, "Already turned on before I did anything. Such a fucking slut."

Hermione stared at Ron as Harry continued to grope her, watching her loving boyfriend struggle to resist the urge to stroke himself. She felt a surge of affection toward him for letting her experience Harry's cock.

Ron shuddered when Hermione seemed to silently mouth 'I love you' to him before kissing the back of Harry's jaw. She never broke eye contact as she kissed her way to Harry's lips. With a wink to Ron, Hermione gave Harry's mouth a peck.

That wasn't enough for Harry. He kept one hand on her tits and used the other to grab the black of Hermione's head, bringing their lips closer as he plunged his tongue into her mouth.

"... Bloody hell."

Harry and Hermione were vaguely aware of Ron's saying something as they got lost in the open-mouthed kiss. Their tongues fought against each other, swapping spit and swallowing each other's moans before Harry pulled away after a minute.

"So fucking sexy," Harry whispered as he traced Hermione's swollen lips. "Ron," Harry said without looking at the man, "I still don't understand how you could let her do this."

Hermione kissed Harry's thumb before glancing at Ron, her lips twitching when she saw his hand inside his trousers. The movement her boyfriend was making could be nothing other than masturbating.

"We should be quick. The match should finish anytime now, so try to get me to finish faster than that, Hermione."

When Harry pulled his monstrous cock out of his unzipped fly, Hermione took another glance at Ron just to be sure he was alright. She shouldn't have worried since Ron started moving his hand faster inside his trousers.

Hermione was relieved and offended at the same time. On the one hand, Ron didn't mind seeing the cock that was much larger than his wreck her, but on the other, Hermione could never get over the fact that her boyfriend was more excited to see her get fucked than fucking her himself.

Well, Hermione would show Ron what she could do.

Harry let go of her tit and moved his hand to the nape of her neck. "I hope you don't mind me using your throat, Hermione."

Hermione blinked, just realizing that Harry wouldn't be fucking her. Well, she would still show Ron what she could do with her mouth. By sucking on Harry's cock.

Harry groaned softly as he tilted his head back, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of Hermione's lips around his knob. He pointedly ignored Ron's strangled gasp, not wanting to see his mate jerking off, and rested both hands on her head.

"Such a good little cocksucker," Harry sighed as Hermione licked around his tip and swallowed to take in his precum.

Ron had a full view of what his whore of a girlfriend was doing. Hermione was kissing the tip of Harry's fat cock like it was her lover, making out with it and slurping off the precum that coated it. The worst... best part was when Hermione stared directly at Ron as she sucked on his mate's cock.

Ron shuddered in his seat as he felt his hand get covered in his ejaculate. Hermione smirked around the cock in her mouth when she saw this. With Ron settled, she could focus on Harry.

"Fuck," Harry moaned when Hermione sucked in more of his cock, his tip hitting the entrance of her throat. She gagged before she pulled back slightly to prepare herself for what she was about to do.

For a brief moment, Hermione noticed through her teary eyes that Ron had started stroking himself again. That was quickly forgotten when she shoved her face back down Harry's shaft, gagging harshly when it broke into her throat.

"Yess!" Harry hissed as he pushed his hips up to meet Hermione's descending lips. Since he had gotten to know how good she was at sucking cock, Harry had been kicking himself for depriving himself of it. He intended to have his cock hilted in Hermione's throat often in the future.

Harry was already fantasizing about sitting in his office with Hermione under the desk, milking the cum out of his balls whenever he wanted.

"Such a good slut for me," Harry stroked Hermione's hair.

Hermione had her nose buried in Harry's pubes, drooling around his massive cock while she stuck her tongue out to lick at his cum-filled balls.

"That's it, whore! Hold his cock inside your slutty throat!" Ron yelled as he started to cum again, the outline of Harry's cock in Hermione's neck pushing him over the edge.

Harry wasn't aware of his mate losing control of himself since he was far too focused on Hermione's cocksucking skills. She didn't keep his cock sheathed in her throat, as much as Harry wished she did, but what happened was equally as desired.

Hermione pushed on Harry's thighs as support to lift her head off his cock, sucking softly the whole way up until only the tip was inside her mouth. Harry's shaft glistened with the spit, which would only help make it easier for Hermione to throat herself.

GLACKH

Harry grunted when Hermione roughly fucked her own face down his shaft. He heard a wet slap when her nose slammed into the skin above his cock, her built-up spit pooling there from drooling on his meat.

GLACKH GLACKH GLUCK GLACKH

Harry moaned loudly as Hermione started throating herself without any help from him. She only pulled half his cock out of her throat before slamming it back in, but that was more than enough to get Harry's balls churning. The sting of Hermione's chin bouncing off his balls only encouraged more cum to be produced in preparation for feeding her.

Hermione sheathed Harry's cock in her throat for the umpteenth time. She had no intention of stopping until he blew his load directly into her stomach, but Harry apparently had different ideas.

He sighted his hold on the back of Hermione's head and forced her to stay in place, keeping his pulsing cock hilted inside her throat.

"Fuck me," Harry groaned as he shifted his hips to try and get his cock even deeper past Hermione's stretched lips. He looked down at her brunette hair, still amazed by the current situation. Of how Ron sat right next to him as Harry throat-fucked his girlfriend.

Harry decided to look at Ron for the first time since Hermione started sucking his dick. He wasn't sure what he would see, but it certainly wasn't Ron bending slightly to stare at Hermione's face while furiously jerking his manhood inside his trousers.

Harry wasn't aware of it at the time, but that was the moment when he truly bought into what Ron was saying.

"Does she do this for you, mate?" Harry pushed on Hermione's head, making spit spurt past her sealed lips and coat his heavy balls, "Does Hermione let you treat her throat as your fucktoy?"

"No!" Ron gasped as he tugged on his sore cock.

"Shame," Harry said before pulling Hermione's hair to lift her head.

GLACKH

Harry slammed his cock back inside. He cursed softly before saying, "I have to thank you, Ron. You're a true friend for letting me have Hermione whenever I want."

Harry lifted Hermione's head again, this time keeping half of his cock in her mouth. Instead of pushing her face down like usual, Harry decided that he would end this session by fucking Hermione's throat like it deserved.

GLACKH

Harry pounded his hips up, his balls slamming into Hermione's chin as he fucked himself deep into her throat.

GLACKH GLACKH GLACKH

"FUCK YES!" Ron yelled, "FUCK HER FACE!"

With Ron acting like a cheerleader, and Hermione actively swallowing around his thrusting cock, Harry pounded into her mouth like it was a pussy. His cock was dripping in the spit dug out of Hermione's throat, his balls bouncing off her chin, and her small nose bright red from getting repeatedly slammed into his pubes.

Harry kept up this pace of fucking Hermione's throat for what felt like five minutes when sheathing his cock with a last titanic slam. Hermione gagged when Harry circled his cock while fully throated, making her esophagus bulge even more than it already was. That didn't stop her from trying to milk the cum out of his balls by swallowing continuously.

It worked.

Harry moaned and pushed Hermione's head down, trying to cram every last millimeter of cock past her stretched lips. She again brought out her tongue to lick at his soaked balls to coax the cum to leave its factory.

"I'm cumming!" Harry's hips shifted up with every shot of cum Hermione was fed. She gulped load after load of Harry's seed, desperately trying to swallow every drop of delicious baby batter dumped into her. Hermione worked hard to get her reward, and she had no intention of wasting it.

As for Ron, he was once again finding himself firing a dry orgasm. This was the fourth time he had cum, and nothing was left in his balls to stain his trousers. That didn't stop him frantically stroking his cock as he stared at Hermione's neck, seeing it working hard to gulp down the cum his mate was feeding her.

"That was exactly what I needed," Harry sighed as he let go of Hermione's head, finally done filling her stomach with his cum.

Hermione didn't immediately pull his cock out of her throat. She slowly sucked her way off, ensuring that any traces of stray cum were in her mouth and not on the shaft.

Hermione let Harry's dick out with a loud pop before she gave his tip an open-mouthed kiss.

"Careful, love," Harry said as his cock reacted slightly, "You might need to get me off one more time if you do that."

"I'm sure the whore will be happy to do that." A new voice interrupted. Harry and Hermione looked up to see Ginny glaring at them.

"Really?" Ginny sneered at her pathetic brother before staring at her future husband, "You couldn't wait to get home before taking Hermione?"

"Not really. I wanted to get my cock sucked, and I had a cocksucker next to me," Harry shrugged.

"Of course you did," Ginny rolled her eyes, "Get yourself cleaned up. We'll be leaving soon."

Harry casually tucked himself back inside his trousers while Hermione pulled out a pocket mirror to clean up her freshly-fucked face.

Chapter 16

"That was too much, Harry!"

Harry pretended to listen intently while thinking about what to do next. Going to a Cannons game was always depressing for his soul.

"Think about what it could do to your reputation if you were caught. Just because I'm fine with you using Hermione does not mean you can do that in public!"

Harry hummed as if he was agreeing. He supposed he could check out the new broom that was released by Nimbus. The initial reviews said it was as fast as the Firebolt but even more maneuverable.

"Harry! Are you listening to me?!"

Harry nodded absently as he wondered if it was worth it to buy the broom. He didn't have much time to fly these days. But then again, that was just an excuse since he could make time whenever he wanted.

"Oi!" Ron felt a bit of pity and alerted Harry by slapping him on the shoulder.

Harry blinked and looked at Ron, who motioned toward Ginny. His redheaded fiancee looked like she was trying to burn a hole through him with the amount of anger in her gaze.

"Er, that's a great idea, Gin," Harry hoped that agreeing with whatever Ginny was saying would get her anger to go down. Unfortunately, the opposite happened.

"Harry! I swear, I will hex your bollocks off!"

Harry stepped away automatically in fear. Hermione obviously didn't feel the same way.

"No, you won't," Hermione said with a smile, "And if you tried, you'd have to get through me. I need those, you know."

Ginny narrowed her eyes, barely believing the audacity of her friend. Just because of their new arrangement, it didn't mean she could talk so freely. It would have been less infuriating if Ginny's stupid brother wasn't nodding like a fool next to his adulterous girlfriend.

Ginny rubbed her forehead in frustration and knew she had to escape them if she wanted to stave off a headache. Harry was doing precisely what she had hoped to avoid when she gave him permission to take her mum and Hermione. The whole point of this was to protect their reputation.

Ginny stared at Hermione for a second, wondering how the brunette could look so put- together after what she had seen her do. She almost admired Hermione's ability to throat Harry's cock and look unfazed a few minutes later. Before Ginny's thoughts could wander even further, she pulled herself together and refocused her frustration.

"Harry, don't do anything stupid while I'm gone. I don't want to hear that you were caught fucking Hermione in the middle of my practice."

Harry couldn't get in a word before Ginny walked away from them in a rush. He wondered if he had taken it too far but figured that Ginny would be fine after he explained the precautions he had put up.

... Maybe he should come up with something better than hastily putting up spells the next time he wants to have some fun in public. Ginny wasn't wrong when she got angry.

"She'll get over it, mate. Don't worry too much about it," Ron patted Harry on the shoulder and comforted him.

That was what best mates should do, but Harry was aware that Ron was supporting him for face-fucking Hermione when a mistake could make it front page news.

It was still odd for Harry, having Ron be so comfortable with what was happening. "Stop encouraging him, Ron," Hermione interjected, "Ginny's in the right here." Harry and Ron looked at Hermione in unison with raised eyebrows.

"Er, Hermione, did you forget what you were doing a couple minutes ago?" Ron certainly didn't. In fact, he couldn't. The image of his beautiful Hermione choking down Harry's cum was imprinted in his memory for use later.

"Honestly, Ron, how could I forget that? I still feel the soreness with how much Harry stretched my throat," Hermione's matter-of-fact tone made Harry want to do it again.

"Right, let's stop talking about this before I pull Hermione to a corner and make her get on her knees." Harry thought this threat might make his friends shut their mouths, but he didn't have regular friends, did he?

Ron had a look on his face that said he was considering letting Harry follow on his threat, and Hermione simply looked eager. As much as Harry would love to do as he threatened, he wanted to give Ginny's words some respect.

Harry cleared his throat and looked away to distract himself. He conveniently caught Draco and his wife whispering furiously at each other. He would have ignored it if they hadn't glanced at him multiple times while doing that.

"Hermione, what did Draco want again?" Harry didn't try to hide that he was staring at the Malfoys, not caring if the people in question noticed.

"Nothing much, just a routine deal that wouldn't make much of a difference for you," Hermione happily explained, glad Harry was showing some interest no matter the reason.

"Huh, I didn't think he was that desperate."

"That's what the slimy snake deserves!" Ron sounded just a little too happy, even for Harry, who was no fan of Draco.

"Slimy snake?" Harry chuckled, "Nice one, mate. I think I heard a second-year say that once."

Ron shrugged, unapologetic about his choice of insults. Even if he knew the house they were sorted in didn't mean much after school, Ron couldn't help but hold a grudge against the Slytherins.

"Jokes aside, Draco's only doing this because of Astoria. She's threatening to leave him if House Malfoy isn't stable financially."

Harry took in what Hermione said and finally understood why Malfoy was willing to come to him. If he was in Malfoy's position, he'd do the same. After all, if Harry had been unfortunate to be born as Draco, he wouldn't have had the privilege of dating Ginny and all the benefits that came along with her.

"Tch," Ron frowned as he stared at Astoria, "That git doesn't deserve a fit bird like her. Don't help him, Harry."

Hermione didn't look offended that Ron was admiring another witch right in front of her. She couldn't deny that Astoria deserved a second or even third look. The purebloods often claimed to have superior breeding, all ridiculous, of course, but Astoria would be one of the few where it wouldn't be a lie.

Hermione was vaguely aware that Astoria was a top scorer in Hogwarts, enough that she was quickly accepted into the notoriously difficult research wing of the Ministry. Hermione wasn't in the Ministry herself but dealt with enough people in the government that she had heard of the brilliant newcomer.

Leaving aside Astoria's magical capabilities, Hermione also had to admit that she had to be one of the most attractive women she had seen.

"I wasn't," Harry commented as he watched the Malfoys walk away, "Unless you have a plan, Hermione?"

"Not really," Hermione shook her head, "There's a slight chance of something happening, but Draco was particularly against it."

"Huh..." Harry gave Hermione a long look but failed to get anything from her. He could just ask and knew the brunette would happily tell him. However, Harry enjoyed the frustration on Hermione's face when he didn't push, so why change it now.

Hermione huffed and rolled her eyes, "You'll have to ask me about the details someday, Harry."

"Probably, but until then, I'll enjoy annoying you."

Hermione narrowed her eyes, having half a mind to quit right then to teach him a lesson, but she couldn't do that to Harry... and the prat knew that.

"You know what, I think we're going to head back. Aren't we, Ron?"

"What?" Ron yelped in protest, "Why? I wanted to see the new broom that was released." Harry nodded in agreement, happy that his mate was of the same mind.

"Ron," Hermione grabbed her boyfriend's arm, "We're going back. Harry's being far too annoying right now."

"Hey!" Harry protested uselessly as Hermione dragged Ron away from him. He was left standing alone, regretting being a little shit for no reason.

He wanted to follow them, simply to have the option to have some more fun with Hermione if the mood came up, but a last glare the brunette shot Harry before apparating changed his mind.

It might be best to let her cool down before trying anything else.

Harry debated on what to do next. He didn't particularly want to head back home since it was empty, nor did he want to check out the new Nimbus without Ron. He really started to regret pissing Hermione off.

Which made Harry remember someone he hadn't seen in a few days. Hermione wasn't the only woman he was fucking on the side. As Harry walked to the apparition point, a slow smile formed on his lips.

[Break]

"I'll be back in a few, Molly!"

"Remember to get treacle tart!" Molly yelled back as she washed the dishes in the kitchen. She could easily use magic to help her do it, but sometimes using her hands was cathartic. Molly had been thinking of her daughter recently.

Ginny still hadn't said much to her since that day in Potter Manor, and Molly didn't blame her.

After she wasn't involved in a swirl of lustful emotions, Molly realized that she had gone too far. Teasing her daughter after sleeping with her future son-in-law was too much, even if they had permission. Especially since it was all so new.

Of course, that didn't stop Molly from getting her fair share of Harry's cock whenever possible, but it was done with much more discretion.

Molly placed the newly cleaned plates in the rack when she heard a sharp crack announcing the arrival of someone by apparition. She figured that Arthur had come back because he had forgotten something. It hadn't been the first time that had happened.

Only a few people had permission to apparate into The Burrow in the first place. And nobody dared to do so if they didn't, so Molly didn't have a reason to suspect anything else.

"Did you forget the galleons, honey?" Molly yelled as she wiped her hands with a towel, "It should be on the dresser!"

"Honey? That's the first time you've called me that."

Molly gasped in shock and twisted in place to see Harry staring at her with wicked eyes.

"Harry! What're you doing here?"

Harry took in Molly's figure, wondering why he had spent so many days away from her. Well, Hermione was the obvious answer.

"Ginny's off with her team for practice, and Hermione is more likely to throw a curse at me instead of saying hello."

"So I'm the backup, am I?" Molly didn't sound offended as she said that. She didn't mind who Harry spent most of his time with, especially if it was her daughter.

"What if you are?" Harry wondered what Molly would say since she didn't seem to mind. He knew Hermione would be beyond angry if he said that to her.

"As long as I get some of your fat cock, I don't care."

Harry found Molly's level of freeness attractive, not that she needed it. He was already rearing to bury his face between those massive tits and feel that tight cunt around his cock.

"So, I'm guessing Arthur isn't here?" Harry said as he walked closer to Molly. He didn't know it before, but apparently, he had a thing for women in aprons. Or maybe it was just Molly.

After all, it highlighted her tiny waist and large breasts with how tight it was on her body. Harry only got a glimpse before Molly turned around, but he knew her arse looked equally fantastic.

"He went out to do some errands," Molly had a slight smile on her lips and didn't move when Harry entered her personal space, "You wouldn't do anything my Arthur wouldn't like, would you?"

Harry put his hands on Molly's curvy hips, keeping her in place while pressing himself into her soft body. "Anything Arthur wouldn't like? So I should leave you drooling on the floor for him to find later? I'm sure he would be disappointed if I didn't."

Molly's smile grew wider, and she didn't deny it. She was sure her Arthur would be happy to find her like that, and more importantly, so would she. Molly tensed briefly when Harry moved his hands from her hips to her arse.

"Fucking hell, Molly," Harry clamped his hands tighter on her soft cheeks, "I missed this fat arse of yours."

"I can tell," Molly moved her hands between their bodies to run her fingers over the tubular bulge begging to be released, "And I missed this. Did my poor daughter have to take care of it all alone?"

Molly giggled when she felt Harry's cock twitch under her hands. "Oh right, you had Hermione to help you too. But those girls don't have what I do."

Harry wanted to rip off the clothes on the MILF and get his cock into her depths. Molly was right when she said Ginny and Hermione didn't have what she did. Specifically, the ridiculous proportions that her body possessed. Harry had missed the feeling of bouncing her fat arse on his cock while playing with her massive tits.

Ginny came the closest to her mum but didn't quite match the voluptuousness. That was alright. Harry would fuck baby after baby into his redheaded fiancee until she did.

"Fuck it," Harry muttered before casually tearing the apron off Molly's body and lifting her sundress. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you knew I was coming by."

Molly moaned when Harry smacked her bare arsecheeks. She bit her lips to stifle any further sounds as her lower lips were teased by his fingers. Molly didn't know about Harry's intention to come over. It was simply a coincidence that she didn't wear underwear today. Molly wanted to push Arthur over the edge and make him bend her over, but Harry got the benefits.

"This was for my husband," Molly gasped as Harry started to fingerfuck her cunt, "You just got lucky."

Harry's gaze darkened as he felt her pussy gushing around his fingers. He could easily fuck her right now and finish before Arthur could walk in on them, but those tits deserve a cock like his between them. Harry wanted to fuck them like they deserved.

"When's Arthur coming back?" Harry asked as he started to hump his stiff cock into Molly's stroking hands.

"It shouldn't be too long," Molly rubbed the growing wet spot at the tip of Harry's cock, "What are you planning, Harry?"

Harry ignored Molly, who was getting increasingly aroused. He didn't intend to do what she was thinking. Harry wanted to leave before Arthur returned, finding the idea of him walking in on his wife lying on the floor with cum gushing out of her pussy exciting.

Harry gave Molly's tits a silent promise to use them next time. He stopped mauling her cheeks and shifted his hands to grab onto her legs below her bulging arse. Molly squeaked in shock when she found herself lifted into wrapping her legs around Harry's body.

She looked down into Harry's green eyes and shivered at the intense gaze aimed at her. Molly had her arms loosely circled around his neck as he adjusted himself below.

"Oh!" Molly gasped when she felt a warm shaft swipe along her wet slit, "What's the rush? I wanted to taste your cock before you fucked me."

Harry grunted as his cock grew harder. His manhood still had Hermione's spit lightly coating it, and he loved the thought of Molly adding to it before fucking her. But he had to finish this quickly.

"Your cunt is wet enough to take my cock," Harry purposely misunderstood what Molly meant, "Besides, Hermione gave me a throat job while we were at the Cannons game. Your future daughter-in-law inadvertently helped you take my cock. How do you feel about that?"

Molly's jaw dropped as she gripped Harry's head, smothering him into her massive tits. Her pussy was ruthlessly split open without warning by a fat cock that had been absent the past few days.

"OH!" Molly screamed shrilly, "SLOWLY, HARRY!"

Harry licked around Molly's exposed cleavage as he ignored her plea and pulled his cock out before fucking back in, fighting against the tightness of her cunt. He moaned into her soft tits as his balls bounced off Molly's arse before repeating his thrust.

The sound of his hips slamming into Molly's fat arse filled the kitchen. The wet smacks of flesh meeting each other and Molly's rippling cheeks clapping repeatedly motivated Harry to ruin her cunt before he left.

His cock was dripping wet from Molly's arousal, with frequent sprays of femcum from the orgasms she experienced only helped lubricate the shaft to help him fuck her faster. Harry started to use his grip on her arse to slam her down to meet his rough thrusts.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"

Molly was stuck on one word, but that word was enough to explain everything happening to her. Harry once again owned her cunt like it was his to begin with. Molly knew it wouldn't end without her future son-in-law depositing his baby batter deep into her pussy.

Harry's face was red from the effort he put into demolishing Molly's cunt. He snapped his hips up into Molly's descending pussy and groaned into her cleavage when he felt his balls screaming to release their load.

Harry would have tried to hold back if he wanted to fuck Molly for longer, but this was perfect timing for what he intended. Harry sucked on the top of Molly's tits, hoping to leave a bruise in some sort of primitive instinct of ownership.

"That it, baby," Molly wasn't screaming for once, being far too tired to be any louder, "Cum for me. Let everything you have out inside my tight cunt."

Harry pulled away from Molly's tits with a loud pop, leaving it slathering with his spit, and captured her lips in a tongue-filled kiss.

Molly moaned into Harry's mouth as she felt a familiar warmth fill her pussy. As expected, it didn't stop until it felt like the cock plugging her stretched hole could no longer hold in the creampie she received.

Harry let Molly unwrap her legs and pulled her up slightly to take his cock out of her pussy, immediately making the cum filling it escape and run down her legs. Molly didn't seem bothered by it and was more focused on trying to stand upright without losing the strength in her legs.

"Thanks for that, Molly," Harry said as he ticked himself back in his trousers and adjusted himself to make himself as comfortable as possible, "I needed that."

Molly stumbled back to lean on the counter, watching as Harry casually erased any signs of sex on his clothes.

"I'll be coming by more often, don't want to go this long without your tits," Harry said with a smile as he walked forward to give Molly another deep kiss and squeezed her arse before leaving.

Molly stared after Harry in a daze, fighting with herself so she wouldn't chase after him for another round.

Luckily, she heard Arthur apparate in a few seconds after Harry left. Molly looked down at herself, lifted her dress slightly, revealing her upper thighs, and pulled down the top, highlighting the hickey Harry's left on her tits.

Arthur liked it when she looked like a slut, and Molly loved being one for him.

Chapter 17

Maybe Harry was going insane, but it looked like the clock was somehow mocking him.

The second-hand ticking was getting increasingly obnoxious by, ironically, every second. Harry had never been so bored since the insanity with Molly and Hermione started. He didn't know what to do by himself anymore.

Ginny was busy getting ready for her next quidditch match. She would probably follow through with her often repeated threat of hexing his bollocks off if he bothered her. Hermione was still being all pissy about what Harry did yesterday... even though he couldn't remember exactly what it was to save his life. And Harry felt that Molly deserved a break after the state he left her in.

Who was Harry trying to fool? The only reason he didn't try to find himself some action was that he was somehow sexed out, as hard as that sounded. Today would be a break not only for the women but also for Harry himself.

It was during times like these when Ron came in handy, but his henpecked mate wouldn't dare meet him when Hermione was furious.

"Maybe I should check out the Nimbus like I planned yesterday."

Harry said that out loud to see if he felt any motivation to do so, and no, he didn't. Ron's presence as an absolute quidditch lunatic was needed to make that exciting, and he was obviously unavailable.

"Neville should be free..."

Harry immediately threw that thought away. The last time he met the man during the day, Harry had been covered with what might possibly be the foulest sap in existence. Leaving Neville to his plants sounded like a much better idea.

"Oh!" Harry's eyes brightened as he jumped off the couch. He never did get that check-up at St. Mungo's that Pansy Parkinson suggested.

Harry supposed he might as well do that now. His wand flew into his hand before a majestic silvery stag appeared in front of him.

"I'll be there within an hour. Tell me if you're busy."

The Patronus tapped its feet silently and shot off to St. Mungo's to deliver the message.

Was it arrogant for Harry to not include his name in the message? He didn't think so since his corporeal Patronus was well-known in the wizarding world. Harry felt it would be somewhat redundant if he actually included his name.

Pansy often wondered why she chose to become a healer. It might have been that impulse to make sure the winners of the war didn't discriminate against her, or maybe it was to lessen her guilt at the wrongs that she had done. No matter what it was, she was stuck with it now.

"Honest. I didn't know how it got in there!"

"I see," Pansy deadpanned, not bothering to hide her disbelief.

"Now look here! I'm a respectable wizard! I would never do anything like this!"

Pansy noted the patient's name and signed off for one of the trainees to deal with this case. It was a bit of practical hazing that even she had to go through when she first became a healer.

Plus, it gave Pansy such pleasure when imagining the trainee's face when they saw the dildo entirely inside the man's anus.

"A healer will be with you soon, Mr. Covedigger."

"Another one? Why can't you just do it? Too good for me, are you?"

Pansy rolled her eyes and ignored the man before walking out of the room. If she didn't have clinic duty this week, he would have never seen her in the first place. Pansy's time wasn't so worthless to fix the sexual mishaps of closeted wizards.

As if magic was hearing her complaints, an impressive Patronus galloped out of nowhere before stopping in front of Pansy. After hearing Harry's voice, a brilliant smile was on the previously-annoyed Pansy's face as she practically skipped off to meet her colleagues.

Which healer wouldn't want an unknown condition to puzzle over? After seeing an unending amount of patients with minor scratches or bruises, Harry Potter would be a needed change in the monotony.

"Jones! Potter's going to be here soon! Tell the others to get their arses here."

A man lazily taking sips from his cup froze before his previously dead eyes gleamed in rarely seen excitement. Without a word, he rushed up the stairs leaving his cup of hot tea stranded on the counter.

"What's got in his trousers?"

Pansy barely held herself from letting out an undignified shriek at the unexpected voice directly behind her.

"Potter!"

Harry blinked, not sure why Pansy seemed to be furious at him. It wasn't like he came here without warning, and even if he did, this was St. Mungo's, not her home. Wasn't it normal for people to come here for a medical check-up?

"Er, hello? I'm guessing I shouldn't have come?"

"No!" Pansy yelped, scared that her ticket to escape her boredom would leave, "I'm glad! Very much so!"

"Alright, then," Harry said unsurely, wondering if Pansy was ever this expressive in Hogwarts. He certainly didn't think so unless sneering and pouting angrily in his direction counted as expressive.

Come to think of it, Harry remembered thinking Pansy was cute when she scrunched her face at him back when she was Draco's lackey. Well, as cute as a girl insulting his entire bloodline could be.

Maybe it was because of how distracted Harry was at his engagement party, specifically with Molly and her fantastic tits, but he didn't take any notice of Pansy then. Sure, he had a conversation with her, but he never really looked at her in order to judge her attractiveness.

Pansy was... different.

It wasn't to say it was a bad sort of different, but compared to the women in Harry's life, it was not the norm.

The aesthetics Ginny, Hermione, and Molly possessed might differ from each other in style, but they were all similar in how black wasn't a color that was involved in their makeup. Pansy seemed to love that color.

Maybe that was an exaggeration on Harry's part since she only had on black lipstick and mascara. Still, it was so eye-catching that it made him associate that color with Pansy. Her shoulder-length black hair had faint green highlights, most likely a show of Slytherin pride, but it only made her silky black hair stand out even more.

Pansy tilted her head in confusion when Harry started chuckling as he stared at her. "What's funny, Potter?"

"Just had a random thought. It's nothing, really."

Pansy narrowed her eyes but didn't try to dig deeper. She didn't really care what Harry did as long as he willingly became their test subject... rather, patient.

"Follow me. Jones should have everyone ready by now."

Harry wordlessly trailed slightly behind Pansy. His eyes casually glanced at her bottom before moving away. As expected, there was a reason most of the wizards that arrived for a checkup kept looking at Pansy.

With a cute face, fit body, and unique but attractive makeup, there was no question why Pansy was an in-demand healer. It's a shame that Ginny forbade him from looking outside the Weasley family. Harry wouldn't have minded having Pansy bouncing on his cock.

"So, Potter. What took you so long to get here? I almost thought that you would never come." "Er... I was busy, I suppose. Didn't have much time to do anything, really."

Pansy's lip twitched as she held back the comment she wanted to make. Since she was the one that initially gave Harry his diagnosis, if it could be called that, she knew that he was 'busy' wearing out Ginny Weasley. Pansy wondered if she should be jealous of that redhead for having an insatiable fiancé or feel pity for the poor witch.

"I see," Pansy replied, not wanting to overstep by making an inappropriate joke with Potter of all people, "No matter. We're glad you came by."

Harry followed Pansy into a room with three others waiting for them. If he wasn't comfortable in his own skin, Harry would have been uneasy with the looks they had in their eyes. It was like they had seen the most delicious steak of their lives, only the 'steak' was Harry.

"Mr. Potter!" An excitable blonde-haired man grabbed his hand and tried to shake it off, "When Pansy told me about you, I had to stop myself from barging into your home. It is unprecedented to have such a delayed awakening."

The rest nodded rapidly, looking eager to make Harry comfortable, but it only accomplished the opposite.

Pansy noticed that.

"Alright, stop sucking up to him. Potter's a busy man so let's not waste his time. Let's get started immediately."

That wasn't true, but Harry didn't want to admit that he was a bit of a lazy, sex-addicted bum these days.

He was soon surrounded by four far too excited healers as he each ran their own checks on his body. The only positive of having three men standing far too close to Harry was Pansy acting as eye candy. She had thankfully chosen to stand in front of him.

"This seems a bit rushed," Harry said after a few seconds of wands frantically waving around him, "Why don't you all go one by one? It would stop your spells from affecting each other, wouldn't it?"

"Are you telling us how to do our job, Potter?" Pansy seemed to have lost the last bit of verbal filter that made her polite to Harry.

"... No, I suppose not."

Harry backed down and decided to endure whatever these healers wanted from him. He amused himself by imagining what Draco would think if he had heard how Pansy had talked to him.

It would have infuriated Malfoy, undoubtedly. He would have hated that Pansy, his former bootlicker, is uncaring of Harry's position and could talk to him without care. Especially when Draco has to now bend his head to Harry in order to save his finances.

Harry made a note to have Hermione send the man his memory of this. Simply because Draco was still a little shit.

"Alright, we're done testing your body. I'll be back in a little while with the report."

Harry hadn't realized that he was lost in his thoughts for that long. Or maybe it didn't take as long to finish since there were four healers instead of just Pansy. Either way, he was left alone in the room.

Harry wasn't too concerned with the outcome of these tests. Since Pansy had told him that he was in good health at the engagement party and the issue was with his magic, Harry couldn't see any significant problem here.

Magic was one of the few things that Harry was a natural at, and that self-belief led him to trust in his instincts. It was a minor issue as long as he didn't feel like Death was about to swing the scythe.

After all, what could be the worst that could happen? With his lovely Ginny fully supporting him, Harry was confident that he would be satisfied no matter how randy he would get.

Harry could feel himself getting the urge to leave St. Mungo's immediately. Molly and her fantastic tits sounded like a great idea right now. He wanted to see those large orbs of flesh slapping into each other as he railed her tight cunt.

"Good news, Potter. Well, it might be bad news for Weasley. Poor girl will—" Pansy cut herself off when she looked up and saw Harry, "... Really? I didn't think it would be this bad."

Harry followed Pansy's line of sight and shouldn't have been surprised to see the prominent bulge that had formed as he thought about Molly. If this was before the debauchery with Molly and Hermione had started, Harry would have been beyond embarrassed, but now...

"Well, I wouldn't say it's bad..."

Pansy looked into Harry's eyes silently for a few seconds before saying, "I'll pretend I didn't hear that."

Harry's face flushed when he realized that he wasn't talking to one of the witches that had regularly worshiped his cock. The abundant access to pussy had twisted Harry's way of thinking.

"Right, Potter, let's talk about the state of your magic."

"Please," Harry nodded, happy that Pansy didn't linger on his gaffe.

"I already told you that you'd be active with your sex life, but there are some pitfalls that you should look out for. If there comes a time when you are unable to have sex for more than a few days for whatever reason, I urge you to do so as soon as possible. We suspect that your mannerisms will be warped in a greater magnitude compared to a normal teenager going through this."

Harry remembered when he had simply disregarded Ginny's feelings and talked about her mum during sex. He felt terrible after the fact, but not enough to regret it. It was merely good fortune that Ginny's fetish fit perfectly with what Harry did, or he would be down a fiancee.

"So when I acted strangely, this was the reason?" Harry was hopeful he could foist the blame on something other than him.

"Well, it could be," Pansy said carefully, "But unless you went through a period of more than two weeks with sex, it's unlikely you experienced anything you couldn't control."

Harry's hope that he wasn't willingly an absolute dirtbag was immediately crushed. Still, he tried to play it off.

"Right, it wasn't that bad," Harry said casually as his mind flashed to fucking Ginny relentlessly as he teased her about how he would do the same to her mum, "I was just curious."

"I see," Pansy nodded before adding, "There isn't much more to be said there, but would you mind coming in every week just in case? Your situation is still unprecedented, and every bit of data we get would be invaluable. I'd like to keep track of your magic to ensure it's in line with our estimates."

"Right, sure, that sounds fine," Harry agreed without much thought. It wasn't like it wouldn't benefit him anyway to do so. "Is that all, then? That was a little anticlimactic, to be honest."

"You didn't have some sort of rare desire, Potter. You just happened to be going through magical puberty later than usual. It's a good thing it was anticlimactic."

"I wouldn't have minded finding out that my magic would get much stronger."

Pansy gave Harry a strange look before saying, "Sometimes I envy the stupid but powerful, Potter. Does magical puberty not tell you anything with its name?"

Harry was offended until he got what Pansy was saying. In his defense, he was thinking about where her black lipstick would leave a mark on his shaft when she was gagging on his dick. It was technically Pansy's fault that he wasn't paying much attention.

However, Harry didn't pay any of that too much mind. There was something more important to focus on.

"Wait, how much stronger are we talking about? Will I experience anything like accidental magic because of this?"

"Accidental magic is unlikely," Pansy assured, "You would have to go through something truly shocking for that. But then again, that's true for any adult witch or wizard. As for stronger, we're estimating between fifty to seventy percent. It isn't a precise measurement, but if you come in weekly, we'll have more accurate numbers. My colleagues will review your information for days to pick out other details. We'll owl them to you."

Harry wasn't sure what fifty to seventy percent meant in terms of his magic. The only time he really felt magical exhaustion was the first time he cast the Patronus in his third year. So as far as Harry understood, all he would gain from this was more stamina with casting spells.

Not something Harry would complain about, but also not really necessary.

"I think we should end this here, Potter," Pansy brought Harry out of his thoughts, "You need to get rid of that thing before someone gets hurt."

With Pansy unabashedly pointing at his cock, Harry couldn't misunderstand even if he wanted to.

"Agreed," Harry stood up and nodded at Pansy, not wanting to get close to her with the threat she just made, "I'll be in touch, Pansy."

As Harry was twisting in his spot to apparate, he heard Pansy yell, "Watch your phrasing, Potter!"

Chapter 18

Arthur hummed as he took apart the headlights on his Ford Anglia. It was almost an exact replica of the one that Ron and Harry had taken for a joyride, but that was all it was, a replica.

That didn't mean Arthur didn't love it as much as the original.

Ron had given this to him as a gift after he had started working. Arthur had a feeling that was the only reason Molly let him keep the car. She had grudgingly tolerated his obsession with muggles trinkets, but enchanting that car to fly was too much for her.

Unfortunately, Arthur had to promise his lovely wife that would not happen again. That was why he intended to make the car drive underwater instead of enchanting it to fly.

If Molly ever found out, Arthur could always point to the fact that he only promised to not enchant it to fly. Plus, what else would he do with his time?

Arthur was no longer tasked to do anything strenuous at work, something he knew was due to who his children were, and there was rarely anything for him to do at home. It was the consequence of having such outstanding children. They took care of any problems that the family would possibly face.

Still, Arthur needed to spend his time on something so he wouldn't go absolutely mad. The Ford Anglia was perfect for that. He was no enchanter, but Arthur was sure that after a few years of research, he would succeed in making the car drivable underwater. After all, that was how he made the previous one fly.

As he was toying with the housing for the light in his hands, Arthur's back straightened when the wards alerted him of an unexpected arrival.

Harry was back.

Arthur gently placed the housing onto the ground before he wiped his hands on his trousers to try and get rid of the sweat that suddenly appeared. He was nervous, similar to how he felt right before he asked Molly on a date. Arthur had to muster up the courage to ask the busty redhead that starred in so many of his wet dreams, and somehow, Harry fell in the same category.

Arthur had lost track of how many times he had woken up in the middle of the night after he had released in his sleep like a teenager. He couldn't stop thinking of his beautiful Molly getting her pussy filled with the much younger wizard's seed. It followed him into his dreams, and Arthur wasn't mad about it.

Molly had always been a witch who had an extraordinary sex drive, and he quickly became aware that he wasn't enough to satisfy her by himself. Arthur wasn't scared of his beloved wife cheating on him, but that didn't mean he was happy that Molly was often frustrated. That was how he came up with the idea of her taking other men on the side.

Arthur never had the desire to see Molly with other men at the start of their relationship. In fact, he was quite the jealous boyfriend. He was fiercely protective since his voluptuous Molly would often get stares from other wizards even though she dressed conservatively.

It was only after realizing how mismatched their sex drives were that Arthur's thoughts started to divert to a different path. The first time he suggested that she take other men into their bed, Arthur thought Molly might leave him with how angry she had gotten.

He could still easily remember how close Molly came to pulling her wand against him. That reaction made Arthur shut down further attempts until it reached a point where even Molly had to admit that the sex she was having with him wasn't good enough.

That was the start of everything. Arthur had been highly uncomfortable when Molly had first slept with another man. Still, as the years passed, he started to enjoy it and even looked forward to those times. It had become such a regular part of their lives that when Molly decided to stop after Ginny started giving them strange looks, Arthur was more saddened than his wife.

It took over a year after that to come to terms with the fact that they were getting older. Even if Molly looked as if she hadn't aged a day and had only grown more voluptuous from having multiple children. Arthur barely had a sex drive to speak of these days, and he figured even someone like Molly, who had always been insatiable, would slow down.

That was fine with Arthur. He and Molly had their fun, and now it was time to relax and enjoy life without worries, even if it was without sex.

That assumption was harshly broken when he saw Molly trying to swallow the cock of their daughter's fiancé. It made Arthur remember how much he loved seeing his beautiful Molly be a filthy whore.

Arthur loved it so much that he didn't even consider whose cock Molly had been sucking. It was only when Ginny came to the Burrow erupting with anger did he remember that the man who got his cock pleasured by Molly's talented mouth was going to be their son-in-law.

He had been too ashamed to show his face to Ginny when she stormed over and left Molly to deal with it alone. Arthur had already given up hopes of future repeats of what he saw at the engagement part. So when his wife happily told him of the deal she had made with their daughter, he was beyond ecstatic.

Since then, Arthur had seen Molly come home to him with a stomach bloated with Harry's seed almost daily. The best surprise was what he had seen yesterday in the kitchen after returning from a short trip to buy some groceries. Arthur couldn't contain himself when he saw Molly on the floor with her legs spread apart, revealing a beaten cunt leaking a copious amount of seed that had been freshly fucked into her.

For the first time since Molly had started to be a whore for Harry's cock, Arthur had fucked his wife. He had dropped his trousers and mounted his busty whore of a wife before slipping his cock into her cunt. Arthur shuddered at the feeling of Molly's creampied pussy and pounded away, noting that her canal was much looser than he expected. That realization only made Arthur fuck his exhausted wife even faster before dumping his meager load into the pool of cum already filling her pussy.

As for what Molly had done while Arthur was frantically rutting into her, she only smiled at the crazed look in his eyes and patted his back. Like he was something to be appeased with a

pity fuck.

Arthur shook his head to get himself out of those spiraling thoughts. He had to focus on the present, especially with Harry about to turn around to walk into the house. Arthur already knew what would happen. Molly would be left a cum-covered wreck with a happy smile on her face.

The thing was, Arthur wasn't happy with that anymore. Not about Molly getting pounded silly again by Harry, but that he wouldn't be able to see it happen. Seeing his wife after she had been fucked silly was great, but watching it happen would be better.

"Harry!"

Harry could barely hold himself back from running to get inside The Burrow. Maybe it was because of Pansy's encouragement to not go without sex for long, or perhaps Pansy herself excited Harry more than he expected. Molly would be the beneficiary either way.

No matter how often he had been inside the redheaded MILF, he could never get enough. Harry initially thought he could give her a break today, but who told Molly to be so damn fuckable. And who told Ginny and Hermione to be unavailable.

Unfortunately, Arthur yelling Harry's name stopped him in his tracks. Apparently, nothing could kill his erection faster than the husband of the woman he was about to rail, especially when the husband was Arthur Weasley.

"Er, Mr. Weasley. I just came to... check on something."

Arthur closed the door of the shed behind him, unfazed by the weak excuse Harry gave him. He didn't care if Harry still felt awkward about the situation. Arthur would make him accept it.

"No, you're not, Harry. We both know why you're here. Molly told me you wouldn't come by today. What changed?"

Harry watched Arthur warily as he walked closer, almost expecting a punch to be thrown at him. That's what Harry would do, at the minimum, if he were Arthur.

"No matter," Arthur smiled as he slapped Harry's back, "Come on in! I feel like I haven't talked to you for a while."

"Uh, alright," Harry muttered as he followed Arthur. He was disappointed that he wouldn't get to have Molly today, but Harry couldn't exactly tell his future father-in-law to leave so he could fuck his wife.

"Molly has been raving about you, you know? She can't get enough of you recently." Arthur looked back when he heard a choking sound and asked with concern, "Are you alright, Harry?"

"Fine," Harry waved him off with a red face, "Just fine. What did Molly, er, Mrs. Weasley say?"

"Oh, you know what she said," Arthur chuckled, "My Molly has never had a lover quite as talented as you."

Harry realized where Ron must have got his tendencies. Arthur was talking about how well Harry fucked his wife like he was commenting on the weather.

"But I have an issue, Harry."

Harry blinked when Arthur suddenly stopped him right before they entered the house. He had only seen him this serious when he made Harry promise not to go searching for Sirius back in his third year.

"I understand," Harry sighed and nodded, "I won't visit Molly anymore."

"What? That's not what I have an issue with," Arthur sounded baffled about why Harry would think that, "Why would I want to deprive my Molly of something she loves doing?"

"... I'm lost, Mr. Weasley. What's the problem, then?"

"I've had to watch my Mollywobbles come home with your cum all over her body. It was dripping down her legs! I even had the pleasure yesterday to see her drooling with your cum on our kitchen floor."

Harry stepped back slightly when he noticed a manic look in Arthur's eyes.

"There is only one thing I'm missing out on. What do you think that is, Harry?" Arthur didn't give Harry any time to open his mouth before continuing, "That right. I haven't seen my Molly getting fucked like she deserves. It's always been after the fact. What could we do about that?"

Harry stared down Voldemort and felt less pressured than he was right now. Arthur seemed to want him to say something, but Harry was reluctant to encourage the line of thinking.

Ron was bad enough since he insisted on being present the next time Harry fucked Hermione. He didn't want Arthur to be the next to do the same. However, Harry couldn't exactly tell the man that he couldn't. What if Arthur suddenly became an obstacle to Harry's daily enjoyment of Molly Weasley's body?

"... I suppose we could make that happen."

Arthur laughed loudly and gave Harry another hard smack on the back. "I knew I could count on you, Harry! Now, I was thinking I could use a nifty little spell I used when Molly gave

you a blowjob at the party. You wouldn't even notice I'm there."

"Is she alright with that?" Harry's first thought was to make sure Molly wouldn't be angry. It was necessary to keep Arthur content, but even more so with Molly. Harry was so concerned that he didn't register that Arthur just admitted that he had spied on him.

"Of course! I don't want my Molly to act unnaturally with me watching you two. The same for you. Treat her the same way you always do. Make my Molly squeal like the whore she is."

Harry was almost taken aback by the sheer lust emanating from Arthur as he called Molly a whore. Of course, Harry understood where he was coming from. Treating Molly like a Knockturn Alley whore had a special place in his heart.

"Arthur?" Molly yelled from inside the house, "Did you finally finish playing with the car? Honestly, I regret letting you keep the silly thing!"

Arthur lowered his voice and whispered, "Alright, I'm going to cast the spell. Pretend I'm not here, go inside, and treat my Molly right."

Harry watched Arthur point his wand at himself before he suddenly became much harder to detect. Arthur didn't completely disappear from Harry's senses. If he really tried, it would have been easy to find where Arthur was, but that might have been because Harry had been warned beforehand.

One thing was sure. Molly wouldn't find out.

Harry tried to put Arthur out of his mind, and he found that much easier when he opened the door to The Burrow. The woman waiting inside would make most wizards forget everything.

Molly was walking toward the entrance, her fiery red hair cascading down her shoulders in a messy curl. Her effortlessly attractive features were accentuated by her warm, brown eyes

that sparkled with intelligence, reminding Harry of his lovely Ginny. But Molly immediately differentiated herself from her daughter with the massive amount of cleavage she was revealing in her hastily put-on shirt.

Harry was sure that the MILF wasn't baring a substantial amount of her tits on purpose, but he was perfectly fine with what he saw. Molly must have been in the middle of changing her clothes and hadn't buttoned up her shirt.

"Harry!" Molly froze in surprise, "I didn't think you would come over today."

Harry's cock was back at full mast, ready for what was to come. "And miss out on this view? Please, Molly, you and your massive breasts deserve my attention."

Molly blushed like a schoolgirl, acting like Harry complimented her eyes. "Oh, stop it. You're just saying that."

"You think so?" Harry pulled Molly closer without warning and rubbed his hard cock on her thighs, "Does it feel like I'm just saying that?"

Molly moaned when Harry grabbed two handfuls of her fat arse and mashed her tits to his chest. She could already feel her pussy dripping in arousal, impatient for the fat load of cum that would soon be deposited deep inside.

As Harry crashed his lips onto Molly's and thrust his tongue into the back of her mouth, he was vaguely aware of the door closing behind him.

That suddenly reminded Harry that Arthur was in the room. He was watching him snog Molly and grope her fat arse with no restraint. Harry felt his cock flag just a little before Molly started to suck on his tongue.

Harry immediately dismissed Arthur. The only person that existed in the room with him was the busty MILF with a fat arse that was begging to be pounded into. If her husband wanted to

watch her experience that, Harry would consider that as the price of fucking Molly Weasley.

Chapter 19

"I missed feeling these in my hands."

Harry had his hands tightly gripping Molly's fat arse. His fingers sank into her soft cheeks as he teased her closed mouth with short kisses.

"Oh, stop it, Harry!" Molly said with a giggle, "You're just saying that. I know I'm an old lady compared to my daughter."

It wasn't the first time Harry had heard Molly say that about herself. It was like she was scared that he would fall out of love with Ginny and move his affection to her. Harry would understand why Molly kept saying that if that were the case.

After all, Molly's body was built for sex. There was no other explanation as to why she had breasts that massive, an arse that fat, and still looked like she was in her prime years physically. Hell, Harry might have even been in danger of falling in love with the busty, fuckable MILF if he didn't have her equally sexy daughter as his fiancee.

Molly gasped when Harry pushed his hard cock into her body before giving her fat arse cheek a hard smack, making it wobbly endlessly if Harry hadn't grabbed onto it again.

"What did I say before? Ginny is the love of my life. You don't have to worry about anything silly like me falling in love with you," Harry paused before correcting himself, "Unless you mean your body. I fucking love your body, Molly."

Molly laughed before it was cut off by Harry's tongue darting past her open lips. She moaned and sucked on his tongue as she rubbed her body on his hard cock. Molly had been expecting a relaxing day lounging around her house, but this would also work.

She would never deny Harry's advances if she could help it. Her favorite state of being in these happened to be of a fuck-addled variant that only he could put her in. The more it

happened, the happier Molly was.

She pulled away from Harry's lips reluctantly and made a little space between their bodies to get her hands on that massive cock of his.

"You're so naughty, Harry," Molly giggled as she ran her fingers over his leaking tip, "You know Arthur is outside, right? If you fuck me too hard, he might hear us."

Harry didn't have to wonder why Molly mentioned that. From the look in her eyes, she was clearly telling him that she wanted him to make her scream. However, Harry knew that wasn't necessary.

Arthur was probably yanking at his dick as Harry had his way with Molly. That was his business, and Harry's was to tame the slut in his grasp.

"Get on your knees."

Molly stumbled when she suddenly had no support. Harry had moved away to create more space before gripping her hips to push her down. It would have been easy for Molly to resist, but she wanted to have that massive cock of his stretching her throat as she tried to choke it down.

Harry's eyes darkened at the spectacular sight before him. He didn't think he would ever get tired of seeing the voluptuous MILF willing and ready to take his cock.

It all started with Molly's expressive brown eyes, looking ever so eager for what was coming next. Harry never broke eye contact as he unceremoniously dropped his trousers and pulled his boxers down to free his hard cock.

Molly hummed when Harry gathered her auburn tresses into a tight ponytail and smacked his cock onto her plump lips. She pursed her lips to give Harry's wet tip a quick kiss, smearing them with his precum before he pulled it away.

"So fucking sexy," Harry growled as he stared down her plentiful cleavage, "I don't know where to look. Every fucking part of you makes me want to ruin you."

Molly licked her lips to taste the precum Harry left on them as she brought her hand off her thighs and cupped her tits, perking them up and making them look bigger than they already were.

"Really?" Molly squeezed her breasts together, "I always thought it was just these things that you couldn't get enough of. Half the time you're fucking me, you can't keep your eyes off them."

Harry proved Molly right as he practically drooled at the unblemished pale tit flesh available for him. She was right, of course. Most of the time he spent fucking Molly Weasley was focused on making her huge breasts bounce differently. Harry lost track of the number of times he changed the angle as he thrust into her cunt just so her tits would slap into each other.

"So?" Harry shrugged casually and tapped his cock on her face, "Are you telling me to stop?"

Before Molly could respond, Harry slapped her hands away from her breasts and replaced them with his own. His cock visibly stiffened even more than it already was in front of Molly's face when Harry felt the softness under his palms.

"Fucking hell, Molly!" Harry said with a loud groan, "How the hell are these fat fucking tits so damn perky?! They have no right to look this good!"

Molly shivered and bit her lips to swallow a moan that wanted to escape. Her tits were the most sensitive part of her body, and Harry certainly knew that after the number of times he had his hands on them. He went right to her nipples and pinched them lightly while still keeping her tits pressed together.

"You know something?" Harry said over Molly's moan when he tweeted her hard nipples, "I don't think I've fucked these knockers of yours yet."

Molly gasped when she was pulled forward by Harry's grip on her tits. Her cheek was pressed into his stiff shaft until Harry bent his knees to position the tip of his cock below her breasts.

"I should have known you would do this. You were strangely focused on my breasts yesterday."

Harry grunted when he shoved his cock into Molly's cleavage, creating a makeshift hole to fuck his cock into. He frowned when there was more friction than ideal around his cock. Harry didn't want to pull out of the softness that was Molly's breasts, but he needed more lubrication.

"Open your mouth, Molly," Harry ordered while letting go of her tits.

Molly didn't think twice and parted her lips, sticking out her tongue as a welcoming gesture for his cock. That was precisely the enthusiasm that made her so damn attractive to Harry.

GLUCK

Harry groaned as he once again felt Molly's warm mouth around his cock. He would usually be frantically thrusting away to use her throat for his pleasure, but her mouth had a different purpose right now.

"Bloody hell!" Harry grunted as he held Molly's face planted to the base of his cock, "Fantastic cocksucker as always, Molly. Just like my Ginny."

Harry went cross-eyed for a moment when Molly swallowed, her throat trying to milk his balls directly into her greedy stomach. Unfortunately, he couldn't allow that just yet. Harry

shuddered as he pulled his hips back to get his cock out of Molly's tight throat. She wasn't making it any easier on him as she hollowed her cheeks to try and keep him in her mouth.

POP

"Merlin's beard, Molly! Are you trying to stop me from fucking your tits?"

Molly, looking attractive as can be, licked her swollen lips and gave him a lazy smile. "Are you complaining about what I did?"

Harry quickly looked away from Molly's face, knowing that if he didn't, his cock would be right back in her throat with his balls smelling into her chin. With his shaft dripping with Molly's spit, Harry went back to what he wanted to do at the start.

Drown his cock between Molly's huge breasts.

"Ugh. That's much better!" Harry groaned when his cock fucked through the softness of Molly's tits with much less friction. He cursed softly when his balls were pressed against the bottom of her tits and his tip was poking out of the top, the cold air making him feel a sharp contrast to the warmth around his shaft.

"Oh my!" Molly was peering down to watch his cock use her tits, "This is the first time I've seen that!"

"Seen what?" Harry started to tit-fuck her as he held her breasts together. "A cock big enough to not get smothered by my breasts."

"Fucking hell," Harry muttered as he started to fuck her tits with sharper thrusts. Every inch of his cock was being used to tame Molly's breasts, with his balls bouncing off her soft tits

below, and the top of her cleavage getting covered with the precum that was being uncontrollably released.

"Poor Arthur could never get this far," Molly commented as her upper body was moved back and forth by the force of Harry fucking her tits, "He tried so many times, but he always finished far too early."

Harry must have had the desire to hear how much worse Arthur was because he almost came right there and blasted his cum all over Molly's neck. He swore he heard the hidden Arthur curse but wasn't too sure. Harry was too busy fucking Molly's tits, you see.

Molly laughed when Harry's face scrunched up in concentration to avoid cumming. Still, she had no intention of letting him succeed. It hadn't been the first time a man had been fascinated with the idea of using her breasts, but she personally found it wasn't a favorite of hers.

It was a little different with Harry since Molly found great joy when looking at his lust-filled expression, but there were other ways to get that reaction while also getting off herself. That said, she didn't want to stop his fun, but there was something she could do to speed him up no matter how much he tried to hold back.

"Fuck!"

Harry's knees almost buckled when his tip was surrounded by warmth. Molly had her face practically buried in her own tits as she took his cockhead past her parted lips every time Harry's tip appeared out of her cleavage.

"That's it, Molly! Suck my cock as I fuck your huge fucking tits!"

Molly let out a muffled sound that sounded like an agreement to Harry. Her tits had a shine from the saliva and precum that was now coating the large orbs. That only helped Harry fuck her breasts faster and, as Molly thought, easily put him over the edge.

"I'm cumming!" Harry let go of one of Molly's tits to push her head down, trying to get her to take his cock deeper into her mouth while pushing her face into her cleavage. He unloaded the first few blasts into the back of Molly's mouth before grabbing her red hair to pull her off his spewing cock.

Harry brought his shaft out between her breasts and pointed his cock at them, covering her huge tits with all the cum left in his balls. By the time Harry was done marking her best feature, in his opinion, with his seed, Molly had streaks of cum dripping down her body and polling on the floor.

Molly closed her mouth and gulped the cum Harry had gifted her before running her finger over her breasts, gathering quite a bit of cum. After popping it into her mouth and sucking it clean, she looked up at Harry with an expectant gaze.

"I hope this isn't all you're doing to me today."

Harry was still breathing deeply from caking the MILF with his cum. Still, his cock hadn't flagged one bit. It was hard and ready for more action with his insatiable future mother-in- law.

"No, not until I've had your cunt."

Molly yelped when she unexpectedly felt magic lift her off her knees before she found herself staring at the ceiling. Molly was shocked at the position she found herself in, with her calves beside her face and her massive tits framed by her knees.

"Harry! What're you doing!"

Harry blinked at what he was seeing. Molly was folded in half with everything that was drool-worthy about her being highlighted. Her beautiful red hair surrounded her face like a halo, her breasts were pressed together as if it was necessary to look bigger, and her fat arse was raised from how her legs were folded on her body.

And it was all done with accidental magic. A drop of thick precum dripped off the tip of his cock and audible fell on the floor.

"I'm going to fuck you until the only thing you think about is my cock."

Molly's world went white, with the last thing she remembered being the feeling of Harry's massive cock bulldozing through her tight cunt. It was already a miracle it had recovered after what he had done yesterday, but she had a feeling there would be no miracle after today.

"YESSS!" That was the scream that left Molly's lips when she came to. Her cunt was filled and repeatedly pounded by Harry's cock as she struggled against the magical binding. Molly didn't want to escape the brutal fucking she was receiving, but she wanted to wrap her legs around Harry's strong thighs as he demolished her pussy.

"OH, Merlin! Please!" Molly squealed when Harry took one of her tits into her mouth and bit down on her sensitive nipples, suckling on it like he wanted to draw her nonexistent milk. He didn't give a damn about the cum he coated her with a few inches away from her nipples. It was the sign of him marking her tits as his.

Harry pulled away from Molly's fantastic breasts with a loud pop, leaving her nipples stained with a sheen of saliva, and palmed them roughly.

"You're a fucking dream, Molly! I can't get over how good your pussy feels around me!"

Molly barely heard him over the sound of his hips crashing into her arse. She knew she must look like the loosest whore in Britain with how Harry treated her, and Merlin did she love it. The only thing missing was Arthur.

Molly hoped her husband walked in right now to see her new stud owning her cunt.

"OH! FUCK!" Molly's tongue lolled out of her mouth simply at the thought of getting caught. Her pussy tried to clamp around Harry's thrusting cock, but failed miserably.

However, that did get Harry to fuck her faster to counteract the new tightness he felt around his cock.

He pulled at her nipples before wrapping his arms around Molly, plastering himself on her folded body as his thrusts became shorter and harder. The sound of her fat arse getting beaten by his pounding got louder as his balls used her cheeks as cushions to bounce off.

With Molly's tits pressed against his chest and his hips rapidly rutting into her tight cunt, Harry pulled Molly's head up to meet his lips in a sloppy tongue-filled kiss. She orgasmed immediately, soaking Harry's pounding hips with her cum as she helplessly took the fucking he was giving her.

By the time Harry pulled away from the kiss, Molly had been completely fucked stupid. The only thing in her world was Harry's cock and how deep it was fucking her.

This obviously hadn't been the first time Harry had fucked all inelegance out of her, but it had reached a new level this time around. Molly getting restrained might have had something to do with it.

"I'm going to drown your pussy with my cum, slut!" Harry roared into her face, "Blame yourself for being so damn tight!"

Molly jerked beneath him, or tried to at least, as her eyes rolled back into her head. The amount of cum squirting out of her filled pussy was almost unbelievable, if not for the fact that Harry had seen her do it before.

Harry hilted his cock as deep into her pussy as he could before grabbing her fat arse to pull her into him. He wanted to get every bit of cock physically possible into her tight cunt before he blew his load.

"OH, MERLIN! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!"

Harry grunted into Molly's neck as she screamed her head off. He closed his eyes and shuddered as he felt his balls release the first shot of cum into her womb. It was quickly followed by more.

Rope after rope blasted into her pussy, filling her womb before the rest started to paint her convulsing walls white. Harry moaned as Molly's cunt continued to try and milk his balls of all the seed it contained. By the time her pussy was overflowing with his cum, Harry tilted Molly's face to capture her lips and swallow her screams.

He dueled with her tongue as he kept flooding her pussy with his cum. It was only when his cum shot out of her filled pussy did Harry feel his balls filled empty.

Harry pulled out of Molly with a wet, squelching sound and lay on his back next to her. His magic had finally stopped restraining her, but Molly continued to hold her legs to her body.

When Harry shot her a tired glance, Molly shrugged weakly, making her large breasts wobble from the movement.

"I want Arthur to see what you did."

Harry didn't bother to tell Molly that her husband had seen the whole thing while it was happening. After all, he didn't mind seeing the MILF exposing herself like this. In fact, his cock was quickly growing back to total hardness.

Molly gasped when Harry wrapped a handful of her large tit.

"You can think about what Arthur wants later. I'm not done with you."

Chapter 20

Harry still wasn't feeling himself.

After his check-up at St. Mungo's, what Harry did at the Burrow haunted him in his dreams for days on end. It had almost been a week since then, and Harry still woke up sweaty and bothered.

It wasn't a bad thing. Not when Harry woke up with his cock as hard as steel, and there was a very willing fiancee sleeping next to him. Of course, after a week of getting shaken awake in the middle of the night to get slammed, it exhausted Ginny like never before.

That was why Harry was alone again, left with his thoughts, unable to avoid thinking about what he constantly dreamt about.

Arthur's intense desire to watch his wife get absolutely railed in front of him never left Harry's mind. He wasn't sure what happened after he left Molly dripping with his cum from her holes, but all Harry knew was that he got hard thinking about it.

It was nothing to worry about when he was fucking Molly since all he could focus on was her voluptuous body jiggling in wonderful ways, but when he was alone like this, Arthur often came up in Harry's mind. It was disrespectful to the man with how aroused Harry got when he thought of Arthur watching pathetically from the side as Molly whorishly bounced on his cock.

The most infuriating thing about this was that he hadn't fucked Molly since then, and Harry had no intention of doing so anytime soon... maybe that was a lie.

Harry would stay away as long as he could, but the next time he saw her, he knew Molly would be bent over the nearest surface with him pounding into her fat arse.

Molly and her fat arse were chased from his thoughts by a silver otter that flew into the room.

"Meet me at the office."

Harry blinked when the patronus disappeared. That message had been unexpected. Hermione had been refusing to say a word to him in the past week. If that wasn't the case, Ginny might not have run away from the house to give herself a break.

The smile on Harry's face couldn't get wider as he quickly dressed. Even if Hermione was calling him to simply argue, he didn't mind. He missed the bossy witch in the past week.

After a quick apparition, Harry walked into the small office to see Hermione leaning on the desk as she flipped through some papers.

"Oh, Harry," Hermione said after glancing at him for a moment before looking back down, "I didn't think you'd come here this quickly."

"That's the greeting I get after you avoided me for a week?"

"What did you expect?" Hermione said distractedly, "And I wasn't avoiding you, Harry. I

was busy running your business."

Harry finally remembered why Hermione got so angry at him a week ago. It boiled down to him being irresponsible and Hermione being a good friend by trying to change it. For some reason, that somehow endeared her more to him than all the fantastic blowjobs she had given him.

... Fuck, Harry felt himself getting hard. Looking at Hermione's pursed lips was doing more than enough to excite him, even though he could see that she was in no mood for anything sexual. He was an unrelenting horndog.

Harry shifted to lean on the wall while casually crossing his arms over his groin, or at least trying to be casual. The only thing going for him was that Hermione still wasn't looking at him.

"It's a good thing you came early," Hermione thought she had heard Harry moan but figured it must be her undersexed week taking effect, "I need to fill you in on what's happening."

Harry moved his hands further away from his body, trying to avoid rubbing against his growing cock and making it worse. He knew he looked beyond ridiculous right now, but what else could he do? Using magic would make Hermione look at him, and running away would get her even angrier. At least this way, she would know he would listen even while horny.

... Harry really wanted to fuck Hermione right now.

"The Malfoys are coming over today. I rejected them at the Cannons match, but they want to make a counter offer. I'm reading it right now, actually. It's frankly reasonable."

"You know my feelings about this, Hermione," Harry replied, hoping she wouldn't look up, "Do what you feel best."

"This might involve something that you should have a say in," Hermione put the paper on the desk and looked up, "I sensed something from Ast—"

"... Really, Harry? Right now?"

Harry, seeing that his best attempt at hiding his erection had failed, shrugged and stopped holding his hands over his groin. "Can you blame me?"

"Yes. Yes, I can," Hermione rolled her eyes, "Were you not getting what you needed with Ginny and Molly?"

"I haven't seen Molly much in the last week, but Ginny's been great."

Hermione winced, feeling sorry for her friend for having to deal with Harry alone. She felt a little more guilty about ignoring Harry for longer than she intended. Hermione didn't lie when she told Harry she lost track of time running his business. She meant to forgive Harry the day after, but things kept popping up. With her habit of single-mindedly focusing on what she was working on, all other matters were put in the back of her mind.

"I guess Ginny's been feeling sore, then?"

"Ah, yeah, a bit," Harry scratched his head, "She went to a spa for the day."

"Lucky, witch," Hermione muttered, "I could use one of those."

"Not my fault, though. I went to St. Mungo's, and they recommended that I keep up my sexual activity."

"St. Mungo's?" Hermione asked with concern, "Why did you go there?"

"Pansy told me to go for a follow-up at my engagement party. Turns out that if I don't have sex for a few days, I might turn into a maniac."

"What?!" "Crazy, right?"

Hermione stared at him for a moment before saying, "Is this why you have become some sort of sex god recently?"

"Really?" Harry brightened up, "You think so?"

"How long have you gone without sex? Do you need my help?" Hermione asked, ignoring Harry's pride at being called a sex god.

"... As much as I want to lie and say yes, I made love to Ginny last night. I'll be fine."

Hermione laughed, "I'm not sure if I should be insulted. Does this mean you don't want me to take care of that?"

Harry looked down at where Hermione was pointing to see a massive tent in his trousers. "I mean, I wouldn't say no."

Hermione looked at the chair behind her before glancing back at Harry, her hidden fantasy reappearing in her mind. She had always wanted to do this with Ron, but it wasn't possible for reasons that were now apparent.

"Sit on the chair," Hermione pulled Harry over to the desk and pushed him down, "I'll take care of it, but promise me you'll look over the documents while I do this."

Harry looked up at Hermione standing over him, looking like some sort of fantasy had come to life. He never thought he had much of an office lady fetish, since he was a wizard and all. It was probably just Hermione in any outfit that could get him going.

Harry leaned back in the chair and spread his legs when Hermione got on her knees while using his thighs as support on the way down.

"I can't believe you're forcing me to do this, Mr. Potter."

Harry blinked in shock before trying to push away from Hermione. It was unsuccessful since she kept him in place.

"What? I'm not forcing you, Hermione! You don't have to do this."

"Harry, would you play along?!" Hermione rolled her eyes, "You're my boss, and I'm the secretary that needs to blow you to keep my job."

"Oh. OH!" Harry's eyes lit up, looking at Hermione in a new way. He cleared his throat and said, "Then get to it, Ms. Granger. You've kept me waiting."

Hermione gave Harry a pretty smile before dropping it to slowly unzip his trousers. She traced his tip with her thumb to gather the leaking precum and popped it in her mouth, sucking it clean.

"You don't seem reluctant, Ms. Granger. In fact, you look quite happy to taste me."

Hermione pulled Harry's chair closer to get her lips on his shaft without moving herself. After feeling his cock twitch under her kiss, Hermione said, "I can't lose this job, Mr. Potter. I'll do what I must to keep it."

Harry put his hand on Hermione's head when she moved down his shaft and licked his base before pulling down his trousers further to reveal his balls.

"Remember to read the documents, Mr. Potter. I wouldn't want you to be surprised by what the Malfoys want to offer you because of me."

Harry's eyes fluttered when Hermione lay soft kisses on his balls while using both her hands to slowly stroke his hard cock. He might have been clueless initially, but he understood that Hermione wanted him to seem unaffected by the blowjob she would soon give him. She wanted Harry to act like the boss who was used to this.

With willpower that Harry didn't know he possessed, he shakily gathered the documents Hermione had prepared for him and tried to read through them.

It was almost impossible.

Harry couldn't see what Hermione was doing, but he could feel and hear everything. She had lathered his balls in her spit before moving back up his shaft, leaving wet kisses on the way up and teasing his tip with her tongue.

"Fuck me," Harry muttered under his breath.

Hermione hummed around the cock in her mouth as she languidly moved back and forth, taking her time to savor the wonderful taste of Harry's precum. It was rare that she could do this, mainly because Harry was a savage and usually used her mouth like a fucktoy and didn't let her enjoy what he had to offer. Hermione didn't mind that, of course, but she found that she also liked making love to his cock with her mouth.

With a soft pop, Hermione released Harry's cock and asked, "Do you have any questions, Mr. Potter?"

Harry's eyes were unfocused as he stared at the papers in his hands.

"Maybe you'll be more productive if you were closer to the desk," Hermione commented before backing up on her knees, "Move your chair closer, Mr. Potter."

Harry looked down to see Hermione fitting perfectly under the desk like she had explicitly chosen it for this purpose. He placed the papers on the desk and pulled himself closer. If someone was not on the other side, they would never know that there was a slut slobbering on his cock underneath.

Hermione kissed the tip of his cock before taking it back into her mouth. She didn't use any spells this time to enhance her ability to take his cock down her throat, so there was a lot

more gagging and choking when the back of her mouth was probed by his massive cock.

It got her off something fierce to have Harry in this imaginary position of power. Even though he was technically her boss, the reality of her position let Hermione do whatever she wanted with little to no oversight. She liked that, she really did, but sometimes she wished there was an authority figure over her. Maybe it was her worship of them in her younger years.

Who better to do that than Harry? The man was already rocking her world by ruining her pussy for any other man.

"Ms. Granger, do you think clause five needs an amendment? It seems they are asking for too much gold for what they are offering."

Hermione's knickers flooded when she realized that it was a valid question. Harry was actually reading over the terms of the deal while she was doing her best to give him a sloppy blowjob. She pulled off his cock with a slurp, strands of spit still connecting her mouth to his manhood.

"They compensated for overvaluation with greater control over their company decisions. I also believe there might be a surprise for us when they meet you."

"Hmm," Harry reached down and pulled Hermione's head closer, "I see. You may start again, Ms. Granger."

Hermione's smile couldn't be seen by him, but he could almost see it when she kissed his cock before swallowing him until she gagged. She didn't relent and rewarded Harry for taking this seriously by taking his cock to the back of her mouth repeatedly until she had to release him to cough harshly.

Harry's fingers crumpled the papers with his tight grip as he curled his toes to keep himself still. When Hermione went back to sucking his cock, Harry thought that he could get used to this.

If this was the welcome he'd get when he came to the office, Harry would be willing to come every day... in multiple ways.

The sound of Hermione sloppily sucking Harry's cock, with her gags and all, filled the office for what seemed like an hour. Harry had almost gotten used to the feeling of Hermione nursing on his manhood, almost like it was natural for him to do so.

"This seems fine to me, Ms. Granger. Do you have any objections?" Harry's voice quivered slightly, telling Hermione just how close he was to blowing his load into her mouth.

Not that she needed the extra information. Hermione had become an expert in knowing when Harry was about to cum. She certainly had his cock in her mouth enough to know about that. It also helped that her hands were cupping his balls, massaging them gently, just like Hermione knew Harry liked.

Deciding to give her sore jaw a rest, Hermione hollowed her cheeks and released his balls to rapidly stroke his shaft. Harry grunted in surprise when the slow blowjob was abruptly switched to something much faster.

"Oh, Merlin," Harry hunched over the desk, "I'm going to cum, Hermione!"

Hermione forgave Harry for breaking the role-play because she could barely remember it herself at this point. She pulled away until only his tip was inside her mouth and milked his shaft toward her lips. Using both hands to stroke his cock like she was trying to urge the cum in his balls into her mouth.

With Hermione's tongue helping by licking Harry's wide tip relentlessly, she successfully got the cum she had missed tasting for a week.

"Yes!" Harry hissed, "Swallow all of it!"

Hermione hummed around his spewing cock and licked at his opening, drawing more from the shaft until her mouth was filled with a pool of pearly white cum. She knew plenty more was coming and quickly swallowed what was in her mouth to prepare herself for the rest.

"Fuck!" Harry's fist slammed into the desk as he tried to push all the cum he had into Hermione's mouth.

Harry leaned back in his chair a minute later as Hermione pushed him away from the desk. He looked down to see her mouth open, revealing the mouth filled with his cum until she closed it to swallow everything with one gulp.

"Merlin save me," Harry whispered as his cock stayed hard as a rock.

"That'll have to wait, I'm afraid," Hermione lightly touched Harry's cock as he stood up, "The Malfoys are due to arrive soon."

"Delay it," Harry immediately suggested, "I don't care about it anyway."

"Well, I do. Take this seriously, and I'll fuck you in that chair, Harry."

Harry had no choice but to go along with Hermione's plans. He was utterly helpless.

Chapter 21

Harry opened his eyes and looked at the time, frowning when he saw that the Malfoys would arrive in less than a minute. That was when Hermione had told them to arrive. With how desperate they apparently were, Harry doubted that he would dare to be even a second late.

Honestly, Harry would rather not meet the couple at all. He had pestered Hermione to delay the meeting due to... reasons, but she had put her foot down and refused. However, they did come to a compromise.

"That's good, Hermione," Harry sighed as he leaned back on the chair, "I wish I knew how good of a cocksucker you were. I could have used your mouth plenty of times in the past."

POP*

Harry shuddered when Hermione hollowed her cheeks before releasing his cock from her mouth.

"Really?" Hermione asked as she slowly stroked his cock, "And when would you have used my mouth?"

"You're joking, right?" Harry tried to pull her mouth back on his cock, but she batted his hand away, "Anytime I felt stressed. I imagine I would have had a lot more motivation to be in the library if you were under the table choking on my cock. There were so many times I was furious at something or other. Instead of throwing a tantrum, I could have been productive fucked your mouth instead."

Hermione's eyes darkened as she imagined being a blowjob slut for Harry. She wondered if Ron still had the same proclivities back then. She rubbed her thighs together when she thought of Ron and Harry playing a game of chess while she helped Ron by giving Harry a sloppy blowjob to stop him from thinking straight.

Hermione shuddered in lust before lunging forward to take Harry's cock back in her throat. *GLACKH*

She moaned around the thick cock and wondered when she had become such a slut. It was all Ron's fault. She had been perfectly fine with being monogamous until he pushed for her to sleep with Harry. Ron was the one that ruined her, and Harry was the one that fucked her well enough to keep her from being the slut of the wizarding world.

Harry groaned when he felt the warmth around his cock before Hermione tried to suck the cum out of his balls like his shaft was a straw. Not something he would like to feel on his cock constantly, but when it was occasionally added between the slurps and licks around his tip, it was perfect.

He was so engrossed in feeling his beautiful friend make love to his cock with her mouth that he almost missed the soft knocks on the door.

Harry cleared his throat and moved his chair closer to his desk, taking Hermione by surprise and making her unintentionally swallow his cock deep into her throat.

GLURKH*

Harry was a gentleman, so he allowed Hermione to finish coughing before pulling her mouth back on his cock and calling out, "Come in!"

Harry blinked in surprise when instead of the Malfoys, only the Lady Malfoy arrived. He was even more surprised at what she was wearing. Unless Harry had forgotten pureblood fashion, he was confident it didn't include a tight black dress with a plunging neckline.

"Lady Malfoy," Harry said with a straight face as Hermione stopped bobbing her head and focused on the tip of his cock, swirling her tongue around while occasionally teasing his

opening. As expected of the brightest witch in his year. Hermione still found a way to work his cock without making a sound.

"Lord Potter, thank you for allowing this meeting," Astoria dipped her head slightly after taking a seat.

Harry raised an eyebrow at the deference and wondered what she was up to. Most knew about the Greengrass sisters and how they generally acted like stuck-up bitches to everyone. He guessed it was a good thing that they were equally bitchy to all the students, no matter their blood status or wealth.

"It's my pleasure," Harry said as he discreetly stroked the top of Hermione's head. He would have never met her if one of his best friends hadn't bribed him with a blowjob.

Pop*

Harry froze as Astoria glanced at him in confusion at the soft popping sound. When she seemed to let it go, he sighed in relief. Harry couldn't exactly explain that Hermione was careless as she bathed his cockhead with her spit.

"So," Harry cleared his throat, "What can I do for you?"

Astoria sat straight in the chair, pushing her chest out unintentionally. Or, that was what Harry thought. Either way, he would enjoy the view.

"I understand that our initial offer was rejected by Ms. Granger for a good reason. It might be fair in normal circumstances, but she knew we had trouble raising funds due to... past events."

Harry nodded as he stroked Hermione's hollowed cheek. She worked her hardest to ensure his finances were always healthy. He knew he couldn't ask for a better friend.

As if Hermione knew what he was thinking, she pulled off his cock, without the release making a sound this time around, and moved down to circle his balls with her tongue.

Harry grunted in surprise, making Astoria pause her speech. "I'm sorry, Lord Potter. Is there something you wish to add?"

Harry squeezed the armrests on his chair, giving Astoria a strained smile. He was close to throwing caution to the side and burying his cock as far into Hermione's throat as possible. He could barely remember why he was talking to Malfoy's wife anyway.

"N-No. Go ahead," Harry twitched as he waved Astoria off.

With how often he experienced Hermione's mouth on his cock, it was apparent she was putting more effort into making him lose concentration. It made Harry question if this meeting with Astoria was just an excuse for Hermione to suck his cock in front of someone else. It wouldn't surprise him if it was with how much of a repressed slut she was turning out to be.

"Ms. Granger mentioned that you would need more than what would usually be fair."

"I assume that led to this offer?" Harry waved the stack of paper he was looking over before Astoria arrived, "I have to say it is very attractive."

"So this would be something you would agree to?" Astoria sounded hopeful as she leaned forward, revealing more of her cleavage to Harry.

"Bloody hell," Harry muttered as he gave those knockers a quick glance before trying to move Hermione back to his cock.

"Sorry?" Astoria narrowed her eyes in confusion, "I didn't get that."

"It looks good, but where's Malfoy? Hermione told me that both of you would be meeting me."

Astoria was getting suspicious at the way Harry seemed so distracted. Still, with her having almost no leverage, it wasn't something she could be angry about. "Draco decided it would be best if I came here alone."

Glark*

Harry twitched in his seat at the audible sound of his cock entering Hermione's throat. He knew that Astoria must have heard it, but since she didn't seem interested in asking what the sound was, he acted like nothing had happened.

"Smart," Harry nodded, "Something Malfoy wasn't known for back at Hogwarts."

He said that to get a rise out of the cold-faced witch, but Harry tilted his head in curiosity when Astoria simply nodded in agreement.

"Forgive me, but can I ask how you ended up married to him?" Harry had a vague idea, and he was under the impression it desired on both sides. However, it looked like that assumption was false or something had changed.

"It was a long-standing agreement between our families," Astoria sounded like she recalled something that wasn't related to her, "It was fine at the start, but Draco's poor decisions have soured our union."

GLURKH*

Harry hummed in thought as Astoria stared at him with wide eyes. He was holding Hermione's face to his groin, sheathing his cock all the way in her throat, ultimately giving up any pretense of trying to hide what was happening.

"That's a shame. So is this you trying to save your marriage?"

"... I suppose you could say that," Astoria said carefully, thinking over what Hermione had told her at the Chudley Cannons game. The brunette hinted to Astoria that she would have to give more than just monetary benefits to convince Harry. She wondered who was currently under the desk.

Hermione was slightly surprised when Harry hilted his cock in her throat, but she adapted quickly and followed his lead. Besides, it would work perfectly with what she told Astoria. It was something she had gotten Ginny's approval for, of course. Her redheaded friend had been exhausted with Harry's stamina and was more than willing to let another witch help her.

POP*

Hermione moaned loudly after she let Harry's cock free from her lips and kissed down his shaft and buried her nose into his ballsack, sticking her tongue out to give slow licks to the part of Harry that produced so much of the cum she loved.

"That's a smart move," Harry said over the sound of Hermione slurping on his balls, "I would have declined just to spite Draco. Explaining to Ron why I said yes would have been a pain. Not worth the headache I would get."

Astoria shifted in her seat, not knowing if it was from arousal or discomfort, and asked, "But you feel different now?"

"Yes," Harry nodded and blatantly reached below his desk to drag Hermione's head off his balls and pull her mouth down his shaft.

GLARKH*

"I find it interesting that you're sitting there calmly while I'm clearly getting a world-class blowjob. Why?"

Astoria prided herself on hiding her emotions, but even she couldn't stop the blood from rushing to her cheeks and turning them red at the sound of the woman under the desk struggling to handle Harry's cock.

"Ms. Granger told me something else might be needed to seal the deal..."

Harry was using Hermione's throat like his personal fucktoy, pounding his cock all the way to the base before pulling out to keep the tip past her lips and fucking in again. He shuddered as his eyes closed for a second. He blew his load down Hermione's throat and dumped it into her stomach, a place that had recently become a frequent recipient of his baby batter.

"Sorry," Harry said with a weaker voice as he held Hermione's face to his groin, continuing to feed her his cum, "I didn't get that. What did Hermione tell you?"

"... That I might need to do what that woman under the desk is doing."

Harry blinked in surprise as he snuck a glance at Hermione, whose face was red from the lack of air from the cock filling her throat. It was obvious she wasn't paying attention to what was happening with Astoria.

That didn't mean she didn't feel the effects of the conversation. Harry's slightly limp cock stiffened to total hardness as he thought of Astoria being in the same position as Hermione. He had never slept with a blonde before, and Astoria was no ordinary blonde. She was a witch with beauty of the same level as his Ginny and Hermione.

"She did?" Harry stared at Astoria with interest, debating whether this was a lie. It wouldn't be a surprise if it was. It was improbable that Astoria would have guessed the woman

choking on his cock was Hermione, so she could have decided to use this to convince Harry to agree to the deal.

She most likely planned to resort to blackmail if he rejected her. Astoria would be in for a surprise when Ginny did nothing or if she went to the papers, dismayed when they refused to publish the story.

"So if I asked Hermione, would she confirm what you told me?" Harry asked with a sly look, wanting to mess with Astoria a bit. He admired that she would go this far to save the Malfoy assets but intended to tell her that the deal was satisfactory on its own.

Harry had three stunning women willing to be his at any time and place. While adding a blonde to that would appeal to his pride, it was entirely unnecessary and likely a way to bring trouble for himself in the form of jealousy. Something he was stunned that Ginny didn't feel already.

After Astoria nodded, Harry looked down at Hermione's cock-drunk face and asked, "Well, Hermione? Is that true?"

SCHLUCK*

Harry shuddered at the cold air hitting his spit-soaked shaft. He watched Hermione swallow whatever was in her mouth and say hoarsely, "Completely. And Ginny approved."

Harry stared into Hermione's red eyes before looking up at Astoria in shock. That wasn't the answer he was expecting. Especially not the part where Ginny gave him the go-ahead.

"Well, then..." Harry muttered as he slowly pushed his cock back into Hermione's mouth. There was no need to deal with the cold air when Hermione's mouth was available.

"I-I didn't know you and Ms. Granger were together."

"Oh, no," Harry waved his hand, "We aren't. It'll take too long to explain, so let's not go into it."

"I see. So do you want me to..." Astoria pointed to where Hermione was currently kneeling.

"I appreciate the offer," Harry sighed as Hermione started to bob her head slowly, "But I don't need you to do that. We can do business without you having to break your vows."

Astoria took over a minute to answer, but Harry was happy to wait. The sound of Hermione taking his cock into her throat repeatedly filled the room as he closed his eyes to enjoy his mate's girlfriend pleasuring him.

Hermione's unrelenting desire for his cum was a plus Harry never thought he would experience. But Merlin was he glad he discovered it.

"I'm cumming, Hermione," Harry said with a sigh as he let her work his cock without his help.

Hermione pulled off his cock until his tip was on her tongue. She licked around the wide head and swallowed the copious amount of precum being expelled, waiting eagerly for the real treat to follow shortly.

"It's a deal, but I still want to be your lover."

Harry opened his eyes in surprise to see Astoria standing up with the straps on her dress off her shoulders, revealing a large amount of pale tit flesh with a hint of rosy pink nipples peeking over the neckline.

"Oh, fuck!" Harry groaned as he released his cum on Hermione's tongue, quickly filling her mouth until it was almost overflowing. Luckily, the brunette was used to the amount Harry's

balls could produce.

Hermione swallowed the mouthful of cum to make space for the following shots. She moaned around Harry's cock as he kept feeding her what was becoming her addiction.

Harry shuddered as Hermione gave his cock a hard suck to draw anything left in his shaft before kissing his tip and freeing him from her mouth.

"I'm sorry," Harry said while taking deep breaths, "Did you say you want to be my lover?"

Chapter 22

"I believe she did, Harry."

Astoria watched with wide eyes as the always put-together Hermione Granger rose from under the desk. If there was a picture to describe a scarlet woman, Astoria thought that Hermione Granger's current state would fit it perfectly.

The brunette's shirt was splattered with a mess of spit that had been undoubtedly dug out of her throat by Harry's cock, leaving it almost transparent. The dark blue bra underneath did nothing to hide her hardened nipples that begged for attention.

While Hermione's skirt wasn't as bad, it was wrinkled from being on her knees to suck Harry off. Astoria looked away from the ruined outfit to stare at the brunette's smirking, swollen lips.

"I like it when people show initiative, Astoria," Hermione rasped before wincing and clearing her throat. It was still clogged with some of Harry's cum.

"You... What's the deal between the two of you?" Astoria asked with confusion.

"She's my best friend."

"He's my best friend."

Harry and Hermione looked at each other before shrugging in unison. They were happy that they were on the same page.

"... A best friend lets the other use their mouth?"

"Well, I wouldn't say that," Hermione frowned at Astoria's wording, "What Harry did right now was use my throat as his personal cocksleeve and sheath his entire shaft past my lips before giving my stomach a nice load of cum."

Astoria's lips parted in surprise as a blush traveled to her exposed cleavage. She never knew anyone could be so crass. It looked like Harry was just as surprised even though he was the man that was using Hermione's throat as a cocksleeve. Though, unlike Astoria, his reaction was for his cock to get rock hard, making it peek over the desk.

Hermione noticed Astoria looking intently at it and smirked. She casually grabbed the cockhead and ran her thumb over the opening, making Harry flinch in the chair with it still sensitive.

"Impressive, isn't it? I thought Harry would break me the first time we had sex. Looking at you, I think you might feel the same."

Harry was more than happy to be used as a prop as he stared at Astoria getting increasingly red.

"You seem to need more time to decide," Hermione frowned when Astoria didn't budge from her spot, "Well, I did promise Harry that I'd fuck him on the chair if he took the deal seriously. If you want to join, tell us."

Harry saw Astoria gasp before Hermione blocked his vision by straddling his legs and sitting on his lap. She didn't bother removing her clothes and pulled up her skirt to reveal her soaked knickers. It honestly turned Harry on more than he thought it would if she had stripped, which confused him. Seeing Hermione naked was always a treat to him, so wanting to see her with clothes on was odd.

Hermione reached between their bodies, gently cupped Harry's balls, and used her other hand to press his stiff cock into her bunched-up skirt. He shifted to push himself into her while cupping her tight cheeks in his palms to bring her closer.

"I'm going to take the lead, Harry," Hermione whispered as she slowly rocked against him, "I remembered what she said about me in school. I want some payback."

Harry frowned at the idea of using sex that way, and as if Hermione knew his thoughts, she rose slightly and pulled his face into her tits before moving her knickers to the side. "I'm not going to hurt her, Harry. I just want her to kiss my arse."

Harry's chuckle was muffled by Hermione's shirt, something he wished was on the floor at the moment.

"Harry!" Hermione gasped when her shirt vanished from her body and appeared on the floor.

Harry pulled back a little in surprise before grinning. "Sorry, love. I guess I wanted it badly enough for my magic to listen."

"You never let me have my way, Harry," Hermione whined, or tried to until Harry squeezed her round arse. After letting out a yelp, her jaw dropped when he pulled her down his fat cock until his balls rested against her cheeks.

"If I let you have your way, you'll overdo everything until we're at this point anyway. So we might as well skip all that, shouldn't we?"

Hermione couldn't give a damn what Harry was harping about when he shoved his cock into her so quickly. He was lucky that she was practically dripping for this moment.

"Still can't believe you still need time to adjust. How many times have we fucked?" Harry chuckled as he gave Hermione parted lips a kiss before flexing his hips into her to try and get his cock to reach deeper.

"Harry!" Hermione squealed as she shuddered on his lap and dropped her head onto his shoulder, letting him have an unrestricted view of Astoria. The blonde witch was sexily biting

her plump bottom lip and tweaking her bare, pink nipple as she stared at where he and Hermione were connected.

Harry still couldn't believe that his first real threesome might be with Hermione and a woman that wasn't Ginny or Molly. Of course, that thought made the possibility of fucking his firecracker of a fiancee and her whore of a mother appear in his mind.

"Fucking hell," Harry grunted as his cock twitched in Hermione's tight pussy. He had a new goal to aspire to, but he had a feeling that this might be the thing that would make Ginny try to murder him... or eagerly make that fantasy come true. He had no idea what was going on in her pretty head anymore.

"What are you thinking about?" Hermione raised herself off Harry's cock before slowly sliding back down, trying to get his attention back on her. It wasn't often that Harry was distracted when his cock was inside her... in fact, it was never as far as Hermione knew.

She looked over her shoulder to see if Astoria was the reason, and while seeing the blonde pinch her perfectly suckable nipple made her pussy clench around Harry, that was no way near enough to make Harry so absentminded. Not with her surrounding him.

Hermione frowned at how Harry almost drooled at what he was thinking about and lifted herself again before slamming down, burying his cock as deep as it could go in this position, just like he liked it.

However, in her haste to get Harry's attention back on her, she had ignored that's how she liked it too.

"HARRYY!" Hermione screamed as she ruined the chair by spraying her orgasm all over Harry's lap. His cock hit all the right spots inside her that drove her wild.

"Hermione!" Harry gasped when it felt like her tight pussy was trying to milk his cock to draw all the cum stored in his balls. He could will himself to hold back his orgasm, but who was he trying to impress? Hermione could now be considered an old lover that knew what he

was capable of, and while Astoria was there, Harry didn't particularly care much about what she thought about him.

"Take my cum, love," Harry hissed into Hermione's face and sank his fingers into her tight arse before trying to drag her down his shaft, burying every millimeter into her greedy cunt. He felt his balls unload into her pussy and moved one hand from her arse to bunch up her hair in his fist before plunging his tongue past her open lips.

Hermione shuddered and fought against Harry's tongue as she accepted all the seed he had for her. His promise was always at the forefront of her mind. Of how he would break her contraceptive charm and fuck a baby into her. It made the act of letting him cum inside her even more exciting for Hermione.

She moaned when she felt the blasts of cum tapering off until it was down to a dribble. Hermione wondered how she was even aware of something that was supposed to be unnoticeable. If she had to guess, it should be similar to how Harry's magic took her shirt off, except her magic was perverted enough to let her know how much, or how little, cum her lover was depositing into her pussy.

That brought her to a thought of if it would let her know when Harry was successful in his promise of getting her with his child.

"Oh, Merlin," Hermione whimpered as she started to ride Harry's cock again. She shouldn't be thinking like that, especially since she and Ron agreed it would just be wordplay, but

she knew her Ron would love to have it come to be true. Especially when Hermione did her duty to cast the contraceptive charm, and it only failed due to Harry's magic overpowering it.

That was the excuse she was using. It definitely wasn't because she loved the idea of bringing a green-eyed baby into the world while Ron watched on proudly.

"Again, Harry," Hermione's arse crashed into Harry's thighs, "Cum inside me again and remember your promise."

Astoria never knew sex could be so depraved, and she never thought she could get so wet at seeing that depravity. When Astoria said she wanted to be Harry Potter's lover, she never considered what it might entail. Sure, she knew sex would be involved, but she imagined it mostly involving a bed. Astoria should have known better when the man was getting his cock sucked while talking business.

"YES, HARRY!" Hermione squealed, "Do it! Break the charm and get me pregnant!"

Astoria's jaw dropped, not for the first time, as she stared at Hermione Granger's round arse rippling as it bounced on Harry's cock. She knew that Ron Weasley was still dating the muggleborn and wondered how he would feel if he knew what his girlfriend was doing. In the end, it wasn't her concern. Harry Potter was the one that would be saving her quality of life, not the poor redhead.

"Let's give it another try, Hermione," Harry grunted before bringing an open palm down on her tight arse.

SMACK*

Hermione mewled softly as Harry sheathed his cock back into the depths of her pussy where it tried to inject his baby batter right into her womb. She could feel the excess cum sloshing around in her pussy seep out of her to make room for the newer deposit Harry's balls were emptying into her.

She giggled tiredly as she lay her head on Harry's shoulder. "It still didn't work, Harry. Looks like it might not be possible."

Harry ran his hands from Hermione's bare arse, over her bunched-up skirt, and up her naked back before resting it at the nape of her neck, playing with the hair he had grown to love holding while fucking her. "A bit early to declare that, isn't it? I imagine I will have plenty of tries in the future. Hundreds, even. It only needs to happen once."

"You know just what to say to a girl," Hermione giggled as she started to rock her hips again, wanting to let Harry have another try immediately.

Harry was ready to do so until Astoria cleared her throat loudly. He looked over Hermione's shoulder and saw that the blonde witch had pretty much shed her dress and showed that she came prepared to put out for Harry. She was completely naked under the tight dress she wore to the meeting, and she didn't try to hide from Harry's wandering eyes.

"What's wrong?" Hermione pulled away when Harry paused and saw him looking behind her. She had entirely forgotten that Astoria was here. She smirked when she turned to see a naked blonde who looked ready to join in.

"Are you ready, Astoria?"

Astoria looked away from Harry's brilliantly green eyes to see Hermione looking at her with ill intent. She frowned, but with her new business partner currently inside Hermione, she knew she had to play along.

"I am," Astoria nodded as she sashayed to the joined 'best friends,' "That is if Harry still has enough left in him to satisfy me?"

"Oh, there's no problem with that," Hermione answered for him, "But before going that far, there's something I want you to do for me."

"And what would that be?" Astoria crossed her arms under her chest, smirking when Harry's eyes predictably fell on them.

"I remember you told me in Hogwarts that the only way I could get a decent job is to kiss the arse of purebloods like you."

"Ah... that," Astoria winced at her antics in school coming back to bite her again, "You can't blame me for something I did that long ago."

"I won't," Hermione paused before adding, "If you kiss my arse and apologize."

Astoria stared at her in surprise until she looked at Harry's indifferent expression. He seemed to not care, so she knew it would have to be done if Hermione was serious. Of course, if she was made to do this, she would try her best to use Harry's apparent love for sex to draw him to her side and pay Hermione back for this humiliation.

"Do you really want me to kiss your..." Astoria trailed off, unable to say something so degrading.

"Deadly serious," Hermione said with a smile, making Harry look slightly surprised that she could be so vindictive for something minor.

"... Fine."

Harry could feel Hermione pussy dripping its juices down his shaft and over his balls as Astoria knelt behind her. Honestly, he didn't think it was such a big deal. In fact, he would gladly kiss Hermione's tight arsecheeks whenever she wished. Still, he also understood that he had a special affection for that arse, and Astoria certainly didn't.

"Oh!" Hermione giggled when she felt Astoria's lips on her right cheek. She started to ride Harry's cock and said, "Keep it up, Astoria!"

Harry reluctantly moved his hand from Hermione's arse and gripped her hips, helping her bounce on his cock as he looked forward to dumping his third load of cum into Hermione's womb.

Astoria had a close-up view of the cum-filled pussy trying to wring out more baby batter from Harry's large balls. She could hear the sound of his cock pushing out the cum shot into Hermione every time he made a thrust into her depths. And to Astoria's surprise, she couldn't help but wonder how she would feel in Hermione's position.

It didn't take long before Harry grunted as Hermione wrung another load from his balls, and this time he could feel it escaping her tight pussy much quicker than in the previous times. He twitched when he felt a small tongue lap at his balls to lick up the cum that had dribbled from Hermione's cunt before sitting back to relax.

With Hermione looking in no rush to stop her attempts of completely draining his balls and Astoria taking the initiative to suck on said balls, Harry was content to relax in the chair and enjoy their ministrations.

He was almost certain this was what being a king felt like.

Chapter 23

Chapter Notes

The story gets even more ridiculous

We will chug further into the LMAO territory

Harry frowned when Bill walked away after giving him a heavy look, one that didn't need words to express the disgust behind it. His guilty continence immediately went to Molly and her fucked-stupid face before he shook his head to get the Weasley MILF out of his thoughts.

It had been too many days since he had last seen Molly, and it appeared he was going through some sort of withdrawal that could only be fixed by fucking a redheaded MILF. Or maybe it was because Hermione had stopped Astoria from doing anything more than slobbering on his balls yesterday and then proceeded to shoo him off like he was a pest. Ginny took the burden to satisfy him and screamed into the pillow for hours until he was finally done with her. She had to try multiple spells to get rid of her limp the following day since they were having visitors for lunch.

Harry's sex-focused mind was likely the reason he thought Bill knew about him fucking Molly. However, there was a way to get an answer instead of wondering pointlessly.

"Er, what's wrong with Bill? He looked like he wanted to kill me."

"Zat ees true," Fleur answered with a giggle, "You should ask Ronald ze reason."

Harry turned to his mate, who was busy stuffing his face with food, and looked at him silently.

"Wha?" Ron mumbled around his full mouth, "Not my fault."

When Fleur scoffed, Harry was inclined to believe her over his shifty-eyed friend. "Just tell me, Ron."

Ron swallowed before nervously laughing, "Well, I was having second thoughts about Hermione and you shagging, so I went to Bill for advice."

"... What?" Harry blinked rapidly, wondering how any advice that a clearly unhappy Bill resulted in Ron eager for Hermione to be fucked in front of him.

"Well, it was supposed to be Bill, but Fleur ended up helping the most."

Harry was even more confused and turned back to Fleur, who was staring at Ron in fascination.

"I am 'appy zat you are 'appy, Ron!" Fleur beamed.

"Wait, Fleur, you were the one that encouraged Ron?" Harry asked incredulously.

"I wouldn't say encouraged, 'Arry. Eet's more... reassured?" Fleur said hesitantly as she thought of the correct English word. Even though she had lived in Magical Britain for years, she still hadn't gotten used to the language.

"Yeah, that sounds about right," Ron agreed, "I heard Hermione and Ginny talking, and I guess I had second thoughts. I needed to say my thoughts out loud to make sure I really wanted it."

"Huh," Harry was used to his mate's strange fetish by now, but the way Fleur took this was surprising, "And you think this is normal, Fleur?"

"Hey, I'm normal!" Ron protested and was ignored.

"I don't judge, 'Arry. And neither should you," Fleur replied with a pointed look, "Eet's not normal for a man to sleep with a friend's girlfriend."

Harry never really thought about it like that. If he considered Ron a sexual deviant, then so was he. After all, they were just on opposite sides.

"Sorry, Ron. I promise not to think of your... thing as abnormal. Didn't feel good when Fleur just implied it with me."

"Glad to hear that, mate," Ron grinned and patted Harry's shoulder roughly, "Does this mean I can talk about yesterday? It was bloody hot to see Hermione stumble into the house with your cum pouring out of her cunt, but do you really have to try and get her pregnant? It's too early for that, Harry!"

Harry glanced at Fleur with wide eyes to see her with a Weasley-esque blush on her face, though it seemed Ron didn't give a damn. It took him a second to realize that his mate wasn't exactly pissed that he was trying to impregnate Hermione, but more about the time.

"Early?" Harry repeated, "You're mad because of that? Nothing else?"

"Well, yeah?" Ron said with a frown, "I mean, it's hot that you actively try to break the protection Hermione has, but what if it actually happens?"

Harry shifted in his seat and tried his best to keep his cock down. He couldn't run off and grab Hermione or Ginny when Bill was talking to them. The eldest Weasley son would be even more furious with him.

"You're getting off on this!" Ron threw his hands up, making Fleur gasp beside them, "I'm being serious, Harry. It's not like either of us are in a position to care for a kid."

"Right," Harry cleared his throat and stood up before it was no longer possible, "We can talk about this in private."

"I can leave," Fleur volunteered, sounding far meeker than she ever did.

"That's alright, Fleur," Ron waved off her offer, "It's not like I'm trying to hide something from you."

Harry glanced between the two and wondered how the situation had gotten madder than it already was.

"Fine, let's talk," Harry sat back down, "So let me get something straight. You're worried you can't support a kid, but fine with the idea of Hermione with my baby?"

"If you're talking about how I was against it, I'm not anymore," Ron said impatiently, "Hermione and I talked about it, and we decided it'll probably happen eventually, so we might as well admit it to ourselves. That's not the point, Harry. I'm telling you not to do it this early."

If Harry wasn't able to fuck Hermione in the next few minutes, he might go insane, but he somehow found a way to answer Ron. "Forgetting that I haven't been able to break the charm, why does it matter that you two can't support a baby? I'm here, aren't I?"

Ron blinked stupidly before the tension in his body left him. "I assumed you wouldn't want to help, you know, with it being our kid and everything."

Harry looked to the ceiling and wondered when he would get used to Ron stunning him with his randomly shocking sentences. "... So even if I get Hermione pregnant, you consider the baby yours?"

"Obviously," Ron said with a dopey smile, "I love Hermione."

"Zat ees so sweet!" Fleur squealed, reminding Harry she was sitting beside them, listening to Ron's insanity. Though it seemed he was the only one that thought it insane.

"Alright, Ron, let's get this straight," Harry said seriously, "Even if Hermione wasn't carrying my... you know, I would always help both of you. You know I have too much gold anyway, so why would you even think I wouldn't?"

"Right," Ron nodded dumbly before a smile slowly formed on his lips, "So I guess it's fine then."

"... That's it?"

"I mean, yeah. You'll still have to break the charm, but it'll be fun!"

Harry leaned back on the couch before eventually shrugging. Ron wasn't wrong when he said it would be fun. It definitely would be for him, and if he was having fun, so would Hermione and Ron.

"Alright, we're done here," Bill announced as he entered the living room, followed by Ginny and Hermione, "Ready to leave, Fleur?"

"Non!" Fleur yelped, making everything turn to her in concern, "I mean, we just finished lunch, Bill. We should stay longer."

Harry wondered if he was the only one that wasn't oblivious to what was happening. It was obvious that Fleur was beyond turned on at the moment. Bill was a lucky man.

However, instead of thinking about Bill being a lucky bastard for getting a wife like Fleur, he would get lucky himself. Ron basically saying, 'Do your best, mate,' to filling Hermione with

a Potter bastard made it essential to get inside her as soon as possible. "Hermione, can I talk to you for a second? It's about the business."

Hermione momentarily looked like a stunned deer before smiling with pinking cheeks, "Of course, Harry. About yesterday? Or something else?"

"I'd rather talk in private," Harry stood from his seat and walked out of the room, not waiting to see if she would follow because it was obvious she would. He also avoided looking at the others, even though everyone likely knew why he was calling her.

He heard Hermione apologizing before she made her way to him. The plan was to take her to his soundproof bedroom and pound the intelligence out of her until she was in his favorite fucked-stupid state, but looking at her walking toward him threw those plans out.

The bathroom would do.

"Really, Harry," Hermione hissed as she punched him lightly, "Can't you keep your cock down for a few hou-"

Harry grabbed Hermione around her tiny waist and pulled her into the bathroom next to them before sealing the door shut.

"Harry! Honestly!"

"Honestly, what?" Harry grinned at her flushed face, "You think I can stay still after what Ron said?"

Even without that, Harry would have probably had her before she left anyway. After fucking Hermione in her office clothes, he had to have her when she was wearing something so casual.

The stark contrast from yesterday made this all the more attractive. She wore a simple, fitted white t-shirt that accentuated her toned physique, tucked into a pair of high-waisted jeans that hugged her perfect curves. The breasts he loved to cup were outlined perfectly, and the jeans showed off the tight arse he loved to slam into.

"Ron?" Hermione scrunched her nose cutely, "What did he say?"

"It turns out you two were concerned about gold? Ron now knows it's nothing to think about, so he told me to try my best."

Harry pulled Hermione to him and slid his hand down to fill it with her arse as her brain started to connect the dots.

"What?" Hermione gasped when Harry lifted her up by the arse, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, "I thought that was him coming up with a random reason to hold off how uncomfortable he felt. He knows how much I earn running your business."

"Maybe he wanted more to be safe," Harry kissed the corner of Hermione's lips, "I can't blame him. It doesn't hurt to be sure he can care for his kid."

Hermione stiffened and pulled back, looking at him warily as if he would blow with rage.

"What?" Harry asked, trying to hide his annoyance at having Hermione's face too far from his lips.

"... You're alright with that?" Hermione asked carefully, "For Ron to be the official father?" "Well, yeah," Harry nodded, wondering why this was a problem.

"I thought you would have a bigger problem with it with you wanting a big family and all," Hermione admitted before rolling her hips on his hard cock, "I love fucking you, Harry, and I love you too, but not the same way as I love Ron."

"Good," Harry grunted as he squeezed her arse before using his magic for the only thing he had been using it for these days.

Removing clothes.

Hermione gasped when she felt his thick shaft along her wet opening. "Once again, you get right to the point."

"Hearing Ron talk about how he would raise the kid we make as his own made me realize something."

Hermione's chest heaved as Harry positioned her over his hard cock, still holding her up by her tight arse. She somehow got a word to leave her lips, "What?"

"I held myself back when I came inside you to respect Ron's wishes. I don't need to do that anymore."

Hermione moaned when the fat head of Harry's cock slipped past her tight pussy lips.

"Let's hope in nine months, I can be the greatest uncle in the world to a little girl with my eyes."

Without another word, Harry pushed into Hermione, going balls deep into her tight cunt as her legs went slack. He spread her long legs wide apart, shifting his grip from her arse to her shoulders, almost like a reverse nelson. It allowed him far more access than before.

She felt his full balls slap against her arse as if warning her of what would soon be inside her womb and taking root to impregnate her. The thought of that ending brought an orgasm that ripped through her body, making her scream loudly with pleasure and causing her pussy juices to spray out of her, covering Harry's cock and splashing off his body.

"Fuck!" Harry grunted, "How on earth did you get tight after all the fucking we did yesterday?!"

Hermione either didn't hear his question over the sound of her arse slamming into his hips, or he was fucking her too hard for her to bother with anything else other than cumming around his cock.

"OH, MERLIN!" Hermione threw her head back, "HARRY! FUCK!"

"I am!" Harry said through clenched teeth as he pounded his hips into the witch he wanted to fuck a baby into.

The sound of flesh smacking into flesh filled the bathroom as they quickly lost track of time. Harry didn't know how long he had been fucking Hermione, but he kept count of the number of times Hermione squealed in his arms and gushed her juices all over him. And he wouldn't stop until her womb was overflowing with his cum, no matter how long it would take to make it happen. Fucking Hermione was no chore for Harry to wish for a quick end.

His assault on her cunt was unrelenting as he pounded into her leaking, swollen cunt, his wide cockhead demanding entry into her womb as it battered into her cervix with each thrust. The fact that she was a witch made Hermione cry out in pleasure instead of pain every time he bashed into it, encouraging him to fuck harder.

"I'm close," Harry groaned as he sheathed his cock as deep as he could go in Hermione's pussy, his balls on her tight arse, full of fresh sperm waiting to inseminate their target.

"Do it," Hermione said breathlessly, "Break the charm, Harry."

Harry's nostrils flared before he moved his hands back to her arse to press her into his cock, not leaving even a millimeter of his shaft out of her warm pussy before he fired his cum.

Hermione moaned in Harry's neck when she felt his cum flood her womb. While Harry said that this time would be different, she didn't actually expect anything to happen. If he hadn't been able to break the charm in the tens of attempts he had made before, there would be nothing different now.

Of course, she certainly didn't mind the wordplay, and she loved the feeling of being filled with his thick cum, always so full of his magic. She moaned again softly when another load was shot into her and moved her hips to make his cock stir the pool of cum that was now filling her pussy.

Just when her eyes fluttered to a close when the third load overfilled her womb, Hermione suddenly stiffened in Harry's arms. She tried to push on his chest, but he was determined to keep her as close as possible while his cock pumped his cum into her.

"Harry! Y-You idiot!"

Harry grunted as he pumped his hips to prolong his ridiculous orgasm, making Hermione wonder if this was some sort of sex magic.

"You broke the charm!" Hermione moaned, half in anger and half in whorish lust.

That was a mistake if she wanted Harry to stop cumming inside her. Hermione yelped when Harry started to fuck her like an animal again, this time over the sink so she could stare at her own fucked-stupid face as the man behind her made bruising thrusts into her arse to make sure she was well and truly pregnant.

Chapter 24

Chapter Notes

No smut, so I decided to just post now instead of weeks after. The story is ending soon, unfortunately, so enjoy the silliness while it lasts

Hermione batted Harry's hands away from her breasts, in no mood to entertain him after what he had done. The fool had somehow fulfilled his promise and broken the charm that prevented her pregnancy.

It might be true she had been literally begging for it, but after she had left the fuck-fueled state that apparently decreased her intelligence massively, the reality of what happened fully hit her.

"Come on, Hermione," Harry almost whined as he tried to pull her to him, "You aren't actually mad, are you?"

Hermione closed her eyes to ignore her frustration with how badly she wanted to pull off his slacks and get his cock back in her pussy where it belonged. No, not where it belonged. That would mean Harry was more than her... lover? Male mistress, was that a thing? Most definitely, the father of the baby that would grow in her womb if left alone.

"What's got into you?"

Hermione exhaled and checked herself in the mirror. For a witch that literally got a baby fucked into her just moments ago, she thought she looked somewhat presentable. Magic was a wonderful thing that could repair ripped clothes and vanish the overflowing cum that ran down her legs, but there was one thing it couldn't hide without more complex spells.

Her demeanor.

While Hermione didn't look like she got fucked like a Knockturn whore, anyone close to her would see how satisfied she was feeling at the moment. Something that was far different from the usual restlessness she ran her life on.

"Harry," Hermione tried not to sound exasperated, "Do you expect me to act like nothing happened? You broke the charm!"

"Well, yeah," Harry shrugged, not seeing the big deal, "I wasn't exactly hiding what I was trying to do."

"It wasn't supposed to work! No matter how powerful you are! Magic doesn't work like that, Harry!" Hermione winced at the shrillness of her voice at the end and quickly calmed herself

down.

"Er, well, you know I've never been good at theory, but I clearly did what I set out to do," Harry pointed out, "I wanted to be the uncle of a green-eyed girl, and I'm pretty sure I'll get that wish."

Hermione should have been ashamed of how wet she got when Harry said something so outrageous. But just like when he was fucking her with the sole purpose of impregnating her, all she could feel was the sick pleasure when thinking of raising the child that would grow inside her with Ron.

She had never considered how much her values had been twisted by what had been happening until now. The thought of bringing an innocent life into the world just for her sick satisfaction would have disgusted her in the past instead of exciting her. Of course, she didn't doubt her child would be surrounded by love, but that didn't change how it came to be.

Perhaps that was why Hermione tried her best to be angry with Harry instead of fucking him again in celebration. To pretend like she was still the same witch that believed in traditional families and whatnot.

"No," Hermione moved to avoid Harry's hand and turned away with a flushed face, "I think we kept them waiting long enough."

Harry watched Hermione limp away from the bathroom with a bemused expression. What he sensed from his best friend versus what she showed outwardly were complete opposites. He suspected that Hermione had never been happier, but the anger confused him on what to think.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Harry followed Hermione to a deathly silent living room. Each occupant was giving him a different type of look.

Bill looked as if he wanted to kill Harry, followed by Ron if his frequent glances at his younger brother meant anything. Fleur was bright red while seeming annoyed that she was still fully clothed if her fiddling with the hem of her shirt meant anything. Ron had that dopey smile on his face while hugging Hermione close to him and stroking her flat stomach while he still could. And Ginny was beyond exasperated.

As for Hermione, she refused to meet Harry's gaze.

"Fucking hell..." Harry muttered, "I forgot to silence the bathroom."

"Yes, Harry," Ginny said sharply, "You did. Please tell me all that was just talk. You did not get this whore pregnant!" She paused before turning to Hermione, "No offense, Hermione."

"No, it's alright. I get it." Hermione shook her head.

"Er, maybe?" Harry said unsurely, looking at Hermione to take the lead. When she gave a slight nod, Ginny sucked in a sharp breath while Ron... squealed? Yes, squealed in delight.

"... You're far worse than our father, Ron," Bill stated while staring daggers at Harry, "And I never thought that could be possible. If you still want my advice, break up with Hermione and cut off your friendship with Harry. Same to you, Ginny. You don't need to accept this nonsense."

The room immediately chilled as Harry's anger skyrocketed to levels he hadn't felt since Voldemort. He liked Bill well enough, but for anyone to dare suggest his Ginny to leave

him and tell his best mates to do the same would get his full attention, and not in a good way.

Bill felt the hairs on his neck stand up as magic crackled along his skin. He didn't even know such a phenomenon was possible from a singular wizard. It was highly similar to what he felt during curse-breaking expeditions when danger was one mistake away. He kept his mouth shut as he watched Harry storm to Ginny and pull her into a possessive hug.

"Ginny should do what?" Harry asked calmly, but his magic could be felt in the air, ready to act with a wrong answer.

"Harry," Ginny said with a clear warning, uncaring for his show of dominance, "Stop threatening my brother, or I might actually do what he's suggesting."

Bill was shocked at how quickly the magic crackling in the air disappeared after Ginny's threat.

"And you!" Ginny turned her ire to Bill, "No comments on my relationship. Something this minor isn't enough to change anything."

"Minor!" Bill blurted out, "We just heard your fiance fuck our brother's girlfriend! And she's supposedly pregnant! How is any of that minor?!"

Ginny pointed at Ron and Hermione, who seemed more into whispering to each other than paying attention to the drama. "Do they look devastated? No. They don't. The only reason I'm angry is because I wasn't told beforehand. I had a feeling this would happen anyway."

Harry, whose smile was growing wide the more Ginny spoke, didn't think it was possible to fall in love with his redheaded firecracker of a fiancee more than he already was. There wasn't a woman that better fit him than Ginny.

"Don't think you escaped, Harry," Ginny snarled when she saw a stupid smile on his face. "I know," Harry cut off Ginny's retort by giving her lips a quick kiss, "I love you, Gin."

When Bill saw his sister melt into Harry's arms after something so simple, he stood angrily, pulling Fleur up with him. "I think it's best if we stay away for a while. Let's go, Fleur."

"Non! Bill, why must you be so... so stubborn! Zey 'ave a beautiful zing!" "Fleur, this is not a discussion!"

Harry frowned as Bill dragged Fleur to the fireplace and left the house. He almost wanted to stop them, but Fleur could take care of herself. She was a powerful witch in her own right.

There was a brief silence when the older couple left before Ron broke it. "Let's give Bill a break. He's going through some things."

"Yeah?" Harry didn't feel very forgiving, "That didn't give him the right to suggest something like that. We've been friends since first year, and I don't see that changing anytime soon."

"It's not," Ron chuckled, "Still, you have to see it in his view, Harry. What we have isn't exactly normal."

"... Yeah," Harry begrudgingly nodded.

"If you're done reassuring each other, explain, Harry," Ginny interrupted, "What were you thinking?!"

"Er, I wasn't?" Harry replied nervously.

"I didn't think it was possible," Hermione defended him, "I was on the charm, Ginny. You know it shouldn't have broken that easily."

"You were?" Ginny asked in surprise. She knew how that charm worked, and it was supposed to be foolproof if applied correctly. If it wasn't, the number of accidental pregnancies would be far too common. "... Then this is because of Harry being Harry?"

Hermione shrugged, "I guess so."

"Right, well, I'm guessing you'll take care of it? You know it's best to do it as soon as possible."

Harry shifted uneasily but didn't comment since he supposed he shouldn't have a say. Just because his sperm lasted long enough didn't mean an actual baby existed yet.

"Well... Ron and I just talked, and we... don't want to do anything?"

Ginny crossed her arms below her breasts and leaned into Harry as she stared at Hermione, pointedly ignoring her brother. "Let me guess, this is something else you two get off on."

Hermione shrugged again, seeming to admit it without much shame.

"This defeats the purpose of letting Harry do all this! What if the baby looks like a Potter? The wizarding world will know what I'm trying to hide!"

"Er, Ginny, isn't the point of this whole thing have something to do with the medical thing Harry has?" Ron asked hesitantly, afraid that she would bite his head off.

"... Yes, that too!" Ginny added, sounding like she had just remembered that fact.

"Well, I'll let you know what we decide, Ginny," Hermione quickly stood from her seat, "Ron and I need to head back. He... needs to do something."

Ginny didn't get the chance to say anything else since they left even faster than Bill and Fleur. After a brief moment, she sighed and shook her head. "They're going to keep the baby, aren't they?"

"Er, yeah, pretty sure they are," Harry admitted, trying to not show how glad he was for that, though it failed.

"And you're happy about it!" Ginny accused, looking up at him with a glare.

Harry could lie and say he wasn't, but after admitting to Ginny that he fucked her mum all those weeks ago, he found that keeping secrets from her would never be a thing.

"I am. Honestly, I want to follow them and fuck Hermione again just to make sure. No idea how she knows she's pregnant so fast, but it can't hurt, right?"

"... Harry, sometimes I feel like this is going too far."

"You think?" Harry said drily, "Gin, I just impregnated my best friend, my mate is happy about it, and you are way too calm about it happening. If you really want to go back, I could say that it started when your mum gave me that blowjob at our engagement party."

Ginny squirmed in unease with every point Harry listed. It wasn't out of jealousy or anger but out of arousal. It had already gone too far to change anyway, so what was the point of getting angry at what Harry did? Still, there was a point she felt that she had to stress.

"You're right," Ginny admitted, "But let's get one rule in place if nothing else matters. You can't do something like this in the future without telling me. I don't want to find out you got another witch pregnant after the fact! Can you imagine how shameful it would be?"

Harry chuckled at Ginny's example but couldn't help but remind her of something. "Er, Gin, you know the only other witch I've slept with was your mum? Unless you count Astoria, but I haven't done anything with her yet."

"Obviously, I know it's my mum," Ginny scoffed, "With how many siblings I have, I swear I expect her to show up saying another one is on the way with the way you fuck her. How weird would it be? Having a brother or sister that's also my in-law?"

Ginny shuddered in Harry's arms at the thought, making him think it was out of disgust. Though that couldn't be further from the truth with how her pussy started to soak her knickers.

It was only after that did Ginny realize what Harry had said. "Wait! Astoria?! Malfoy's wife? What are you doing with her?!"

Harry blinked in surprise, wondering why Ginny acted like she didn't know. "Didn't Hermione tell you it was part of the deal to save the Malfoy businesses? Astoria offered herself as a mistress to sweeten the deal."

"That's what she meant?" Ginny shrieked as she jumped up, looking as if she was going to run after Hermione, "What part of keeping it in the family didn't Hermione get? She brought

in a Malfoy of all people?"

"Er, Gin, I think Astoria won't tell anyone else," Harry reassured carefully, "She knows that I'm the ticket for her to keep the good life."

"No! Harry, I know you still like to think the best of people, but I won't let your goodness ruin it this time! I have to deal with this!"

Harry opened his mouth before closing it without saying a word as Ginny stormed away. She grabbed a handful of floo powder before yelling her destination and disappearing in a flash of green fire.

He just hoped Hermione and Ron were decent when Ginny barged in on them.

Chapter 25

Chapter Notes

Another non-smut chapter so a quick post. Rest of the chapters in story is smut. Will be spread out over the next 2-3 months. Will end after that, unfortunately.

The glowing pattern Harry was drawing in the air was starting to resemble something. It vaguely reminded him of glowing nonsense.

Alright, so maybe Harry wasn't the best at drawing anything recognizable. Still, there was nothing else he could do while he waited for Ginny to come back. It had already been an hour since she left, and unless she was creating some sort of plan for the baby Hermione would have in nine months, nothing should take this long.

Just thinking about something like that made him hard. His fiancee discussing with his best friend about what to do with the baby he fucked into her while she was listening in the living room.

... Harry was starting to think he was becoming a terrible human being, but that must be a remnant of the boy that wanted a 'normal' family. After all, what he was doing right now would give him a larger family than ever possible if he only slept with Ginny, so really, this was for the best. Not that he would leave the redhead's womb unfilled for long. With a mother like Molly, he was often reminded that his future wife had the traits to give him a quidditch team.

In fact, Harry was in a mood for a bit of fun with Ginny right now with those thoughts at the forefront of his mind. He debated if it was worth it to potentially get chewed out by his feisty future wife when he interrupted whatever all-important issues she was discussing with Hermione, but eventually decided that it wasn't.

Not when he hadn't visited her MILF mum for so long. If Ginny was gone for another hour, it would give him enough time to fuck Molly a few times before returning just in time.

With that plan in mind, Harry waved his wand and sat up on the couch that he was lounging on. He paused as he was about to stand, wondering when 'fuck Molly a few times' had become acceptable to think in such a casual manner. With a shake of his head, he reminded himself to see Pansy for another checkup. It could be possible he deteriorated somehow, or maybe this was just his true self without pesky things like shame standing in his way.

Before he could move, his wards alerted him about a floo call that wasn't on the approved list. And the caller was Pansy Parkinson.

Harry briefly wondered if his idle musings could be powerful enough to bring him the person he was thinking of, but that was ridiculous, right? Ginny should have come back if that was true.

Harry frowned at his scattered thoughts before allowing the floo call. "Mind letting me through, Potter?"

"Er, why?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow, finding the way she was demanding entrance more than a little rude.

"For your checkup, obviously," Pansy said with a roll of her eyes, "What? Did Weasley not tell you about it?"

"... No, she didn't," Harry sighed and permitted Pansy to floo into the manor.

He finally moved from the couch and stepped closer to the fireplace to greet his incoming guest. He might often have depraved thoughts, but being courteous to his guests was still ingrained in him.

A flash of green fire burst from the fireplace before a sharply dressed witch smoothly stepped out and vanished the soot off her robes.

"Hello, Potter," Pansy nodded after giving him a once over, "You look a little under the weather."

Harry, who was about to greet her, closed his mouth in confusion before getting why Pansy was saying that. He must look exhausted after the pounding he put on Hermione's pussy. Harry was free with his answer since she was his healer, under oath not to share what they spoke about.

"I feel great, actually. Just fucked long enough to cum three times inside a woman I love." Harry was proud that he was so smooth. Saying that he fucked Hermione without saying her name.

"... I see," Pansy said with a slightly red face, bringing Harry's attention to something that he had noticed before but never really paid much mind to.

Pansy Parkinson was beautiful, surprisingly so. She still possessed all the same features she had when they were kids, but instead of looking out of place, she had grown into them beautifully. Plus, it definitely helped that she had learned how to dress to bring out her best features.

Her aristocratic looks, combined with the slightly rebellious black lipstick, were enough for Harry's mind to wander to places where it really had no reason to. Not with all the pussy he had available to him.

"Alright, so shall we get started?" Pansy broke Harry out of his thoughts.

"Er, sure, I suppose," Harry smiled weakly as he tried his best to keep his cock from rising like the last time they had a checkup. "So, when did Ginny call you to come over?"

That question was a mistake. Harry was trying to distract himself, but simply saying Ginny's name brought up thoughts of fucking the beautiful redhead until she was drooling cum from all her holes.

At this point, Harry really considered that something was wrong with him. With the amount of sex he was having, there was no reason to feel this pent-up.

"Pansy, what we say between ourselves will stay private, correct?"

"Of course," Pansy said as she rummaged through the bag she brought with her.

"Right, so I think I have an issue. I just said Ginny's name, and I want to fuck her so hard that she forgets everything else. That's the only thing that's in my mind right now."

Pansy froze, staring at the bag in her hands before looking up at Harry in shock. She didn't expect something so unfiltered but quickly accepted it as a new normal. "... Alright. So maybe you feel extra virile today. That isn't too far-fetched."

"Right..." Harry was frustrated that his point wasn't getting across, "So I can say anything, right? It won't scare you away? I prefer you to stay as my healer."

"Potter, if I was scared away so easily, I would have never become a healer. You can't imagine the things I hear from my patients every day. I won't be fazed unless you tell me that you feel like taking over Magical Britain."

Pansy ended that sentence with what she hoped was humor, but it fell flat on its face when Harry stared at her seriously.

"That black lipstick you're wearing is driving me crazy."

Pansy frowned as she touched her lips, wondering what was wrong with it. It wasn't a common color that witches wore, but it certainly wasn't that farfetched. "What don't you like about it?"

"The real question should be what I do like," Harry almost growled, "I want to see where that lipstick would leave a mark on my cock. See how far you can take it down your throat. Does that answer your question?"

Pansy flushed even brighter as she imagined that scenario. It wasn't like she had never thought of Harry's cock in her fantasies after that check-up they had in St. Mungo's. It was hard not to after the man had proudly displayed his massive erection in her office shamelessly.

"So," Pansy cleared her throat, "I suppose that means you like it, then?"

"Yeah, you could say I do," Harry took a small step toward her, making Pansy take a step forward before realizing what she was doing.

"Let's start the checkup!" Pansy yelped, breaking whatever was happening at the moment, making Harry appreciate her dedication to her job, though equally frustrated from being unable to use those lips.

Harry used every bit of his considerable willpower to stand in place as Pansy waved her wand at his body, averting his eyes when it was a far too easy glimpse to be had. He didn't know if his considerable willpower would be enough to stop himself from doing something stupid.

After a few minutes, Pansy stepped back with a deep frown that concerned Harry. "What's wrong?"

"You've clearly been having more sex than any reasonable wizard ever had or should have, but your magic practically demands more..."

Harry blinked, wondering how he would even accomplish that. He was already having sex at an unbelievable rate, and it was honestly the only thing he thought about these days. If he had to increase it, wouldn't that mean he had to basically rotate the woman he fucked throughout the day?

"Harry, I don't think Weasley is enough for this. I can't believe I'm saying this, but she might actually break if you go any harder with her."

Harry waved off Pansy's concerns, "Ginny's fine. I'll have to split it among the witches I have sex with, so it shouldn't affect her too much."

He didn't realize what he causally commented until a few seconds later when he saw Pansy's shocked face.

"Y-You pig!" Pansy spit out, "I thought you were to be commended for staying loyal to Weasley with what was going on, but you're just like any other wizard!"

Harry gave Pansy an unimpressive look at her righteousness. "Did you forget I wanted to see your lips around my cock? And you looked like you were about to jump at the chance too. Don't try to make yourself seem better than me."

Pansy glared at Harry, taking deep breaths from her rising anger, drawing attention to her handful-sized tits. "I stopped myself from doing it!"

Harry supposed that was better if he was actually cheating, which he wasn't. With a roll of his eyes, he said, "Calm yourself, Pansy. Ginny knows what I'm up to. She's the one that gave me permission after realizing how randy I am all the time."

"Oh."

"Yes, oh," Harry repeated as he gained a small smile at Pansy's embarrassed face. "Weasley knows?" Pansy asked again in confirmation.

"Yes!" Harry said in exasperation, "Now can we go back to the issue I'm having? How much sex do I need to have to get this under control?"

Pansy struggled to think straight, with most of her blood being used to make her face red, but she was an excellent healer for a reason. "Conservatively... I would say four to five times a day?"

"What?!" Harry yelped as he stared at Pansy in shock, "That's ridiculous! I wouldn't be doing anything but fucking the day away!"

"Unless you want me to prescribe potions to take away the symptoms, that's what you'll have to do."

Harry could tell from Pansy's tone that she would heavily frown on using potions, not that he wanted to anyway. Even though, at this point, fucking would almost be like a job.

"Fine, I guess I can do this," Harry said as he nodded firmly.

"That's, uh, good," Pansy said unsurely as she thought of who the other women Harry could be sleeping with. She wasn't sure if she should pity or feel jealous of them. Of course, the rumor that was going around made much more sense with Harry's revelation. "So, just let me know if you need anything from me. I'm a floo call away."

Harry's eyes darkened as he thought of Pansy's offer in another way, namely, with her on her knees and her black lipstick having left a mark on the base of his shaft. Instead of telling her that, Harry said, "Thanks for this, Pansy."

"Not a problem," Pansy nodded as she edged closer to the fireplace. Being alone in a room with Harry was dangerous, and if she didn't leave soon, she was sure it would end in a pleasurable way. And she did not get involved with patients.

As she grabbed some floo powder, Pansy couldn't keep the curiosity to herself anymore. "You don't have to tell me, but is Granger one of the witches you're sleeping with?"

"... What?" Harry gaped at Pansy, wondering how she came to that conclusion. It was true, but nobody other than the few people in the Weasley family should have known.

"It's a rumor that's been going around some circles," Pansy rambled when she saw Harry's stunned face, "I knew it was probably fake, but it's becoming really prevalent. Just wanted to confirm, that's all."

"Wait!" Harry stopped Pansy from leaving, "Who started these rumors?"

"Uh, well, I can't be sure, but I think it's Draco," Pansy said unsurely, "The people that started

spreading the rumor are on that side."

"I see," Harry felt sick, but that was overpowered by the growing rage, "Thank you again, Pansy."

Pansy nodded quickly and threw down the floo powder, leaving the bomb that was Harry behind.

He knew he shouldn't be so angry at the rumors spreading outside, but thinking about the possible consequences was infuriating. Even though Harry was actually fucking Hermione, he wasn't doing so to ruin Ron's life, which these rumors would do.

His mate was strangely dependent on the views of others. If the situation with Hermione was left aside, Ron greatly enjoyed the adulation he received. That would quickly be replaced with jeers that would likely break his friend if these rumors spread to the wider public.

With a decision quickly made, Harry pulled on his cloak with a furious expression. He would have to stop this before it gets too far, which meant going right to the source. Harry disappeared from his manor with a sharp crack.

Chapter 26

Malfoy Manor always was, and always will be, a ridiculous place. It resulted from having far too much money to spend and nothing else to use it on.

Harry thought it was like entering a ministry building, with the massive scale of the manor and the grounds around it, not that he was a frequent visitor. In fact, he hadn't stepped near this place since the war was finished. Too many bad memories and all that.

However, he hoped that this visit would negate some of those memories. Putting Malfoy in his place always did the trick back in the day. Hopefully, that still applied now.

Harry felt the wards surrounding Malfoy Manor wash over him, no doubt alerting the occupants that they had a visitor. He honestly didn't expect the wards to exist with the financial troubles Malfoy was experiencing. Since Astoria was from the Greengrass family, it could be possible that they were funding the security to have the daughter of their house safe. However, with what Harry felt, the most they could do was annoy him.

He supposed that the wards could keep out some truly pathetic wizards, but it seemed to lean more towards alerting for reinforcements. Who those reinforcements could be, Harry didn't know.

The entrance to the manor opened when he was within knocking distance, revealing the woman that Harry suddenly realized might be the cause of this whole mess. After all, Astoria witnessed firsthand that he was indeed fucking Hermione and was made aware that it hadn't been the first time, nor would it be the last. If it wasn't necessary to visit this horrible manor, Harry could even see himself barging into whatever discussion Ginny and Hermione were having and fuck his brunette friend in celebration.

Harry chased away that thought before his cock started to react, not wanting Astoria to think he had come to Malfoy Manor to fuck her. Not that she didn't look fuckable, because she did, with her lounging clothes barely covering her body. Still, he first had to know if she was the one that told Draco about his private life.

"Harry! What a surprise!"

"Astoria," Harry said blankly, "Is Draco home?"

"Draco?" Astoria repeated with a confused look before lowering her voice, "A-Are you here to do that in front of him?"

Harry raised an eyebrow at her nervous tone. He wasn't really planning on fucking Astoria in front of Draco, but that sounded like a beautiful plan. A perfect payback for spreading rumors about Hermione having an affair with him.

"That would depend," Harry replied casually, making Astoria flush red, "And you didn't answer. Is Draco home?"

"... No," Astoria looked like a blushing virgin. A far cry from the witch that literally kissed Hermione's fantastic arse while Harry's cock was still inside her.

"Shame. You don't mind if I come in, do you?"

Astoria's blush deepened, confusing Harry until he realized his unintended phrasing. He walked into the manor with a chuckle when she stepped aside to make room.

"I was hoping Draco would be here," Harry took in the extravagant decorations, once again getting the hint that the Greengrass family might have a more significant hold on the Malfoys than he realized. However, with Astoria's actions, that had already changed or would soon be changing.

"I don't feel comfortable with this. I don't want Draco to watch during our first time."

Harry shot Astoria an alarmed look at how she worded it. Maybe it should have been obvious, but she was making it seem far more intimate than it was. Something he had a

feeling would infuriate Ginny more than she already was.

The two witches he saw on the side, Hermione and Molly, were clearly in love with their respective partners, even though their actions boggled Harry's mind. But as he came to accept his own strangeness with his relationship with them, he also realized that people showed their love to their partners in multiple ways.

From what Harry heard in Astoria's tone, there was none of the affection that he could hear when Hermione or Molly were talking about their respective partners. In fact, it sounded like Astoria despised Draco with the way she spat his name.

Harry had no intention of starting any type of meaningful relationship with Astoria, especially not one where Ginny would feel threatened, or Merlin forbid, felt like he cheated on her.

"It sounds like your marriage with Draco isn't going so well," Harry commented, ignoring the eyes Astoria was giving him. However, the way he chose to do that was not wise. He started to imagine the tight body those loose clothes were hiding.

"What makes you say that?" Astoria asked sharply, her fists clenching on her sides, "You might think Draco is still the boy from Hogwarts, and he does have some issues he's working through, but he's trying his best."

Harry raised his brow in surprise, rethinking his previous assumption of Astoria being disgusted by Draco. Perhaps this was another way for couples to show love? He shoved that thought out of his mind and returned to why he came to Malfoy Manor.

"As you say, you would know him better," Harry nodded, making Astoria let down her guard a little, "So why is it that he's going around spreading rumors about Hermione and I having an affair?"

"What?"

Harry didn't know Astoria well but imagined that she wasn't aware of this with her wide- eyed look.

"Yes, Draco has definitely changed," Harry said sarcastically, "So, I suppose the next thing I should ask is if you told him about what happened in my office."

Astoria didn't try to defend her husband this time, and it didn't surprise Harry when she nodded silently.

"I knew I shouldn't have let Hermione talk me into trusting you," Harry muttered angrily, "Why? I offered to invest the fund you needed with any of this nonsense. You were the one that insisted on having this arrangement!"

"I-I thought it would make Draco better in bed," Astoria squeaked, "It did work like I thought, but I didn't know he would do something so childish."

Harry stared at a flustered Astoria blankly before throwing his hands up in frustration. "Is it a trend for wizards to like their partners fucking other people? What's so good about it?!"

When Astoria opened her mouth, Harry interrupted, "No, don't explain. I don't want to hear another ridiculous reason to justify this."

"Don't assume what I was going to say," Astoria narrowed her eyes, "Draco doesn't like it. In fact, I'm sure he hates it, but the idea of his rival doing better motivates him like no other. If fucking you gets him to try his best in the bedroom, I'm more than willing to do so."

All of a sudden, Harry felt sorry for his self-proclaimed rival. Astoria might be beyond beautiful, but she had a twisted heart. If this was what she would do to someone she supposedly loved, would he want to get more involved with her?

Harry gave Astoria's scantily clothed body another once over and quickly had the answer. Yes, he would. But perhaps only once to rid himself of the curiosity and to show Malfoy the

gift he would see when returning home if he continued spreading the rumors.

"I see, so you wouldn't mind going along with what I had in plan, then? I want to show Draco what happens when he uses my private life for his gain."

"... What did you have planned?" Astoria asked, suddenly turning back into the blushing virgin.

"I never did get to fuck you in my office, so I think it's time to fix that mistake."

Astoria's eyes locked onto Harry's hands as they smoothly loosened the belt before moving down to see a quickly hardening cock. She bit her bottom lip before nodding in agreement. That cock hadn't left her mind ever since she got a close view of it when she had bathed Harry's balls in her spit.

Seeing Hermione's fucked-stupid face had made Astoria anticipate feeling that cock inside her, so when that encounter ended with her pussy untouched, it haunted her dreams. Plus, going along with Harry's 'plan' would make her taunts to Draco real instead of the imagined pleasure she described to him.

"Excellent," Harry grinned when Astoria squealed in surprise when he summoned her and threw her over his shoulder.

"Potter! What are you doing!"

Harry brought his hand down on Astoria's arse, and a sharp crack accompanied an even louder squeal in surprise from the girl over his shoulder. "Taking you to the couch so I can wreck you on it. What did you think I was doing?"

He ignored Astoria's sputtering and threw her down on the couch, his mind drawing similarities with the witches he was already intimate with.

Molly was a witch built to take punishment, being curvy where she should be while being unfairly fit elsewhere. Ginny didn't quite match up to her mother yet, but Harry had a hunch that once they had kids, he would be looking at a better version of Molly.

Hermione was the one that matched Astoria the closest. Similar-sized breasts, though he thought Astoria might be a little larger in that area, not that it mattered, similar body type, and almost identical tight arses.

However, Harry was an expert in knowing how Hermione's arse felt under his palms, and he had to say that she did get a slight advantage there. As for looks, he personally thought Hermione's beauty was understated since Hogwarts. Still, those stunning looks were something others were finally realizing she possessed, but Astoria's beauty was so in the face that it couldn't be ignored.

The light blonde hair, the aristocratic features, and the hint of something indescribable were undoubtedly eye-catching, making Harry think the whisper about the Greengrass family meddling with magic to make their line look exceptional was true.

Even so, Harry could easily say he felt more... things when looking at Hermione than he did with Astoria. Something he was sure his brunette best friend would love to rub in Astoria's face.

"Right here? I'm not a witch that will have relations wherever you want!"

Harry briefly froze before dropping his trousers, drawing Astoria's attention to the bulge in his boxers. "Cute," Harry said as he vanished his robes impatiently, "Never heard anyone calling sex as relations before. And correct me if I'm wrong, but who was the one that knelt before a chair and did whatever Hermione commanded?"

Harry chuckled when Astoria glowered, though it was weak with the needy looks she was giving him between. He stared into her icy blue eyes and wondered the best way to go about it.

Taking it slow might bring up emotions in Astoria that he'd rather avoid. Even if she defended Draco, who knew how strong her love really was. He remembered her saying that her relationship with Draco was soured in the office.

Harry settled on making it quick. When Ginny asked, it would be better when explaining what he had done anyway.

"Potter!" Astoria yelled when her lounging clothes disappeared, leaving her nude in her living room. If Draco could see her now, he would have a heart attack.

"Back to last names again?" Harry walked to the edge of the couch with his hard cock creating a shadow over Astoria's face, "I guess that's fine. It would feel weird if you suddenly acted like we were close."

Harry didn't expect what happened next. With how Astoria had been acting, he had expected to be the one to take the lead, and he was more than happy to do so, but it seemed she had other plans.

GLARKH*

Harry gasped at Astoria's unexpected move. His hips drew back instinctively when he felt her warm mouth around his cock, but she seemed prepared for it.

With Astoria's hands clenching onto his arse, she kept herself on his cock and drew it deeper into her mouth, not even stopping when it touched the entrance of her throat. Before Harry knew it, he was staring into Astoria's smug eyes as she throated his entire cock with an ease that was shocking to him.

Before he could bring his hands to rest on Astoria's blonde hair, she pulled back quickly, coughing lightly when his spit-covered cock popped free from her pink lips.

"Didn't expect that, did you?" Astoria kept her hand lightly stroking his cock as she looked up at him.

"... No, can't say I did," Harry twitched when Astoria licked the tip of his cock, "I didn't think you would be able to do that from the start."

"Granger acted like she was so much better than me. Well, let's see if she actually has anything to be proud of."

GLARKH*

Harry was expecting the sudden throating this time and pushed his hips slightly to meet Astoria's descending lips, sighing in pleasure when her stretched lips kissed the base of his cock. He let her set the pace and simply rested his hands on her head since she was determined to treat him to a facefuck.

Astoria was on her knees on the couch with her arse in the air as she kept herself from falling to the floor with her grip on Harry, though the cock frequently filling her throat possibly had another stabilizing effect.

GLURKKH*

Harry moaned as Astoria's throat convulsed around his shaft. *GLACKH*

He looked at her in surprise when it happened again. The wink Astoria gave him made Harry realize she was intentionally making herself gag. It seemed that she was more than prepared for him to wreck her pussy.

"MMPH!"

Harry ignored Astoria's muffled surprise as he held her head down on his cock, not allowing her to pull back and keeping his cock sheathed in her throat.

"Since you're already prepared for this, I should save myself. After all, I want your dear Draco to see his perfect pureblood wife with my cum pouring out of your pussy."

Harry gripped Astoria's blonde hair in a ponytail and yanked her off his cock, his cock twitching when he could feel her fighting his grip to get back to sucking him.

... Astoria Malfoy was a freak, and Harry was glad to learn about it.

He pulled her hair to tilt her face up and bent down to kiss her roughly, biting her bottom lips before pounding his tongue to fight against hers. It didn't last long since he pulled away just when he felt Astoria getting into the kiss, making her growl in frustration.

Harry chuckled at her expression and let go of her hair to grab her by the arse, squeezing those tight cheeks as he lifted her until her face was slightly above his. Astoria wrapped her legs around Harry's torso, letting him feel how wet she was, and lowered her face to kiss him again.

Harry moaned into Astoria's mouth and shifted slightly until his cock touched her wet opening. He felt her tongue still against his briefly before returning with greater strength, which he took as excitement.

He rocked Astoria lightly to rub his cock along her pussy for a minute or two while dueling with her tongue before dropping her on his cock without warning.

Astoria was ripped from Harry's lips when she was dropped. Still, she didn't have any mind to show her frustration when she felt herself be filled with more cock than she ever expected in her life. Her eyes stared blankly into Harry's face, and her legs weakly stayed wrapped around his hips, her toes twitching and curling randomly.

As for Harry, it was a redo of fucking Hermione's pussy for the very first time. If it hadn't been for his experience ignoring the tightness from his frequent fucking of his brunette friend, he would have likely needed a few minutes to get used to Astoria.

Of course, since Harry did have the experience, he moved to immediately fuck through the tightness and use Astoria like she wanted him to.

"OH, MERLIN! PLEASE! POTTER!"

Harry grunted as he bounced Astoria on his cock while fucking into her pussy with punishing thrusts with his hips.

"FUCK! ME!"

Astoria's blonde hair flew around her red face as her body experienced the first proper fuck of her life. Her tits would have been doing the same if she hadn't hugged Harry closely, something he was conflicted about.

He wouldn't see her breasts bouncing wildly in time with his thrusts, but he did feel their softness against his chest.

Harry kept fucking Astoria through orgasm after orgasm, ignoring her squeals and powering through her vice-like pussy when she came. Another thing different about Astoria was that she wasn't a squirter like the other witches he fucked. He almost missed the feeling of getting drenched, wearing their uncontrolled release with pride, but it wasn't a dealbreaker.

The sound of his hips crashing into Astoria's arse just grew louder and he fucked into her with bruising force to compensate for the fact that she wasn't showing her orgasms to be as visibly obvious.

By the time Harry felt his balls ready to release the cum stored inside, he was sort of successful in getting Astoria to 'squirt.' His crotch was a wet mess from her releases, though that was more because of the mind-numbing amount of times Astoria had orgasmed.

"Fuck, I'm cumming!" Harry grunted out.

He brought Astoria down, sheathing his cock as deep as possible into her pussy, and unloaded everything his balls had for her. He dug into her tight bum, her soft cheeks molding through the gaps of his fingers as he kept her pressed close.

Astoria moaned softly into his ear, her head resting on his shoulder as she clung to him tightly. Harry kept her close as he walked to the couch and sat down, Astoria straddling him and his cum still shooting into the back of her womb.

When it finally tapered off, Astoria pulled back with a flushed face and said, "That was... amazing. We have to do this again when I can feel my legs."

"When you can feel your legs?" Harry repeated as he cupped a breast and squeezed lightly, "I think you forgot what I planned at the start. I wanted Draco to find you with cum pouring out of your pussy. One time isn't enough for that."

Astoria's lips formed a circle when Harry started to make her ride his cock, which she realized hadn't gone soft after cumming inside her.

Chapter 27

It wasn't until Harry returned home that he realized he hadn't accomplished the main reason he visited Malfoy Manor.

Sure, he had left Astoria dazed and practically delirious on the couch, having fulfilled the goal of leaving her looking her a heavily used Knockturn Alley whore. Still, he had left before he could warn Draco not to do anything so stupid in the future. Harry supposed that seeing his wife thoroughly sated, with cum pouring out of her cunt, was enough of a warning.

However, he didn't suddenly remember why he stormed to Malfoy Manor without reason. It was caused by seeing Hermione waiting for him next to a frowning Ginny.

"And where have you been?" Ginny started into him immediately, "I was only gone for a few minutes, and you somehow disappeared for hours!"

Harry seriously doubted that her little discussion with Hermione had lasted a few minutes. There had been enough time for Pansy to arrive and give him a checkup, which only happened after him waiting alone for what seemed like an hour.

However, Harry kept his mouth shut when Ginny seemed to be furious with more than just his absence.

"Did you seriously leave to get your rocks off?" Ginny asked with exasperation, "You just had Hermione!"

Hermione merely shrugged when Ginny pointed at her. It was true. Harry did just have her, and was it really a surprise that her best friend had gotten tired of waiting and decided to go have some fun? Hermione would have been surprised if he hadn't. She guessed the real reason Ginny was angry had to be Molly.

The redhead had a strange relationship with her mother these days, and even people who didn't know of the arrangement could tell. Again, Hermione understood the swings in emotions Ginny felt... or maybe she didn't. She would have never allowed Harry to fuck her mum, mainly because her mother would have fainted in shock at Hermione's suggested debauchery.

"Er, right. But I had a proper reason this time," Harry scratched the back of his head, remembering another issue of sleeping with Astoria. Ginny hadn't given him permission to do so.

"Yeah?" Ginny crossed her arms below her breasts, "Let's hear it, then."

Harry cleared his throat, "You know how you said we have to keep this in the family?"

"Stop," Ginny interrupted with a flushed face, unsure herself if it was anger or arousal, "I don't want to hear about mum."

"It's not Molly. It's about about Draco," Harry said bluntly.

"What did he want?" Hermione piped in, "Was it business? Or are you talking about Astoria?"

"You fucked Astoria?!" Ginny shrieked, "What is wrong with you?!"

"Draco was spreading rumors with the people in his circle about Hermione and I having an affair. I had to stop it before it spread to the wider public."

Hermione and Ginny stared at him in shock, though for different reasons. Hermione was worried that Ron would be ridiculed, so she was trying to think of ways to fix this before that ever happened. Ginny, on the other hand, felt her fury growing to new heights.

"So," Ginny said with clenched teeth, "So went to that arsehole's house to fuck his wife as what? Revenge? How is this going to fix the mess?"

"It was partly revenge," Harry agreed sheepishly, "But it's also a warning. Draco wouldn't like others knowing my arrangement with Astoria, so I'm indirectly telling him to keep his mouth shut?"

"Harry," Ginny spoke through gritted teeth, "I think we need to have another talk."

Harry told himself it wasn't 'The Talk,' the one that came before the end of relationships, but that didn't stop his heart from trying to beat out of his chest.

"Actually," Ginny shook her head and declared, "This is over!"

"What?" Harry and Hermione's voices overlapped, both filled with shock.

"You don't need anymore, Harry," Ginny pointed at her fiancé, "You have three Weasleys. If you think that isn't enough, I want you to go to the continent and get a check-up in France. I don't trust the healers in St. Mungo's anymore."

"Oh," Harry relaxed, noting that Hermione did the same next to Ginny, though that was unseen by the redhead. Still, this was a boon. He wasn't exactly thinking about the consequences with Astoria, and this was basically a pass.

He would still have his favorite witches.

"I think he's happy about not being in trouble, Ginny," Hermione giggled.

"... Harry," Ginny sighed, seeing the outline of his cock under his clothes.

"I can't help it," Harry shrugged sheepishly, "Pansy arrived when you were gone and told me I might have to go at it five times a day."

"Pansy," Ginny covered her face with her palm. With a muffled voice, she said, "I forgot I called her over."

"Well, good thing you did. She was the one who told me about Draco."

"Of course she did," Ginny muttered, "I supposed I should be thankful that you didn't shag her too."

When Harry failed to keep a straight face, it set Hermione off. The sound of her friend gasping for air as she wheezed in laughter brought Ginny's face out of her palm to see Harry looking far too innocent.

"... Did you shag Pansy?" Ginny asked with narrowed eyes.

"No!" Harry said proudly, as if doing so deserved praise. In a way, it did. Pansy was a witch who had grown exponentially beautiful after Hogwarts.

That set Hermione off into another bout of giggles while Ginny continued to be unimpressed. "Well, I wanted to show you why Astoria is unnecessary. But since my fiancé is a horny mutt, I guess it won't be necessary."

Harry blinked, feeling that he might have missed something he fantasized about. He stared between his future wife and the witch that he had just impregnated, his best friend.

Hermione smirked and pointed at Ginny, "She thought you would like two witches worshipping your cock. Guess that isn't going to happen anymore. Sorry."

Harry's mouth twitched, almost regretting what he had done with Astoria. Of course, he didn't. He quite enjoyed breaking the youngest Greengrass sister on his cock, and her being Malfoy's wife only made it better.

"... It would be cruel to leave Harry like this, though," Ginny commented to Hermione, "Would you mind? I want to go have a talk with Pansy."

"Sure," Hermione nodded casually before walking to Harry, "Let me know what she says." "Of course," Ginny replied before leaving them alone.

"... You know, I don't think I will ever get used to that," Harry said drily, "Ginny spoke as if I was a chore to hand off."

"With you more randy than a teenager, you can see why, Harry," Hermione rolled her eyes, "You have to admit Ginny is doing remarkably well for the rollercoaster you're taking us on."

"Of course she is," Harry freely admitted, "But don't think I missed my Ginny's attraction to you. I doubt she would be nearly as calm otherwise."

"Thought we hid it better," Hermione pinked slightly, but that didn't stop her hands from wandering into Harry's robes, "Guess we were too eager to be with you together."

"More like Ginny was," Harry chuckled, "You, on the other hand, were nearly unreadable." Hermione hummed as she freed his cock, flinching when she felt it. "... Is that Astoria?"

"Sorry," Harry flushed red with embarrassment, immediately drawing his wand to rid his shaft of her.

"No," Hermione blocked him, gaining a wicked look in her eye, "I want you to fuck me with her wetness still on you. I want to tell Astoria that you got rid of her juices by fucking me. Because you couldn't wait to have a witch that will give you a child surrounding you."

Harry wasn't sure that made much sense to him, but it sure as hell did in Hermione's mind at the moment. Besides, the simple mention of Hermione being pregnant due to him was enough to get him to do whatever she wanted.

Hermione shrieked in delight when she was thrown over Harry's shoulders. A loud smack resounded as she was carried off to a bedroom.

Another sharp crack of her arse getting spanked was heard right before Harry threw her on the bed. She giggled at the delicious sting on her bottom, thinking of when this would have been unthinkable.

"I still can't believe how much of a slut you are, Hermione," Harry stared at her with desire as he disrobed, "What did you and Ron decide?"

Hermione licked her lips when more and more of Harry's body was revealed. No matter how often she had seen him in the nude, it never got old.

"We're going to keep it," Hermione said with a hand on her flat stomach, knowing there was a new life about to take root. When Harry's cock twitched in need, she smirked, "You like that, Harry?"

"What's not to like?" Harry growled as he climbed onto the bed, "Can you imagine how many wizards out there want to fuck a baby into Hermione Granger?"

Hermione's chest heaved when Harry ripped off her flimsy skirt before running his hands up her stomach. He cupped a perky tit firmly and hissed, "Far too many."

"Harry!" She gasped when he pinched her nipple tightly.

"That doesn't matter, does it?" Harry asked rhetorically, "They don't get to fuck you. You didn't allow anyone else to keep filling you with cum, daring them to get you bred."

Hermione's eyes fluttered, feeling the wrongness of that word describing what Harry did to her. But no matter what it felt like, that was precisely what happened. Harry worked so hard to fuck load after load of cum into her womb to breed her. It sounded so fucking dirty. She loved it.

"No," Harry grunted as he ripped off her top far too easily.

Hermione wondered if he had weakened her clothes with magic, but that wondering didn't last long. Not because she found the answer, but because Harry pulled aside her knickers and slid two fingers knuckle-deep into her wet pussy.

"Not even Ron got to try, did he," Harry said wickedly as he slowly pumped his fingers into her cunt while rubbing her clit with his thumb, "It was just me."

"Harry," Hermione gasped, "Please!"

"Please, what?" Harry kept pleasuring her as he leaned close to her lips, marveling at how soft they looked. Come to think of it, he didn't quite remember kissing Hermione before, at least not when he wasn't fucking her like a primitive savage.

"Fuck me!" Hermione begged as her toes started to curl. She didn't want to cum on Harry's fingers. It was his cock she wanted.

Harry grinned when Hermione looked at him with lidded eyes, barely able to keep contact. That changed when he closed the distance between their lips, molding them together as he swallowed her gasp of surprise.

Harry moaned into her mouth when she pulled on his hair while she fell apart, cumming on his fingers. He pulled away from her lips when he felt her pussy stop clenching around his fingers to see them swollen from their kiss.

"Harry?" Hermione asked lazily.

"Hm?" Harry's cock twitched against her stomach at seeing her satisfied expression. It was different from seeing the fucked-stupid look common on the witches he fucked.

"I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but I need you to fuck me like I'm your whore."

Harry blinked, wondering if he had heard right. The expression Hermione currently had and what she had said did not match.

"What?"

Hermione's eyes sharpened, "You heard me. It felt like we just made love. It makes me feel guilty. Fuck me so hard that I remember what I am to you."

Harry tilted his head, wondering if this was one of those mental gymnastics that Hermione and Ron went through to justify this. With a mental shrug, he didn't think it didn't matter. He came to the same conclusion before. If they were happy, it was of no concern to him.

Hermione moaned when Harry covered her with his body and slid his hard cock along her wet opening.

"And what are you to me?" Harry asked while kissing Hermione's jaw.

"Your slut," Hermione gasped when she felt Harry's cock enter her briefly before retreating. "And?" Harry teased, "What else?"

Hermione looked confused for a moment before a slow smile formed on her lips. She reached between their bodies and rested a hand on her stomach. "This won't be the last time, Harry. I

promise you that."

That was the last sentence Hermione could say because she got her wish immediately after.

Harry pounded his cock as deep as he could into her pussy until he struck her cervix. She squealed loudly and threw her head back with unseeing eyes as she came her brains out.

This was what she wanted. Harry making love to her with his fingers was nice, but what she wished for the most was for him to fuck and abuse her pussy until she was left a drooling mess.

"I can't wait, Hermione," Harry grunted as he fucked into her with a harsh thrust that would have shunted her body higher on the bed if not for Harry's weight on top of her, "To see you grow large with my child. It'll be a dream."

Hermione squealed again in response. Or it might have been because of the new angle he was fucking into her.

"And remember," Harry saw a bead of sweat drip off his chin onto her lips, "You promised me more."

The sound of his hips slamming into her was increasing in both speed and loudness as he tried his best to turn Hermione into the fucked-stupid state she wished to be.

"Right?" Harry repeated between grunts, eying Hermione's pink tongue when she licked the sweat that dropped on her lips.

His eyes darkened, and he thrust deeply into Hermione's cunt, but instead of pulling back, he stayed as deep in her warmth as possible. He put as much of his weight onto her as possible without making her feel trapped before capturing her lips.

Harry smiled into the rough kiss when she moaned as he rolled his hips to stir his cock in her depths.

He was close.

Harry pulled away from the kiss and asked again, "That promise. Was it a lie?"

"No," Hermione still looked out of it, but her answer was immediate, "As many as you want, Harry."

She was about to say something else, but it was muffled by Harry's lips as he kissed her sloppily again. However, this time it was accompanied by a flood of cum that filled her pussy.

Hermione shuddered when she felt pleasure run through her body when she felt Harry's cum entering her womb. It was going to be something that would become a common occurrence far into the future.

Chapter 28

Many things had changed in the two months since Hermione found herself pregnant.

Since Harry hadn't been keen on traveling to France for a simple check-up and Ginny was still suspicious about the healers at St. Mungo's, Pansy had been a frequent visitor to the manor, and in all of those visits, Ginny was a spectator.

Harry had been so caught up in his lust that he hadn't realized how unnatural Pansy had been acting around him. With his fiancee in the same room, the former Slytherin had become far more amenable to socializing instead of running away like a predator was after her.

He never intended to make her feel that way, so his interactions with the healer became strictly professional. Ginny had been right. Why was it necessary for him to explore outside the Weasley family?

Of course, if it happened with Pansy naturally, Harry wouldn't attempt to block it. After all, his Ginny forbade him from bedding witches outside the family, but it was fair game if her own attraction caused a witch to join them.

Other than the frequent check-ups with Pansy, not much had changed for Harry. He was still having the time of his life, and other than the occasional prodding by Hermione to pay attention to his business, it was all to his liking.

Well, except for the fact that Ginny and Hermione never offered to have a threesome again. However, he knew how to be patient. Especially when he had the stacked Molly willing to be his busty fit slut whenever he wished, an increasingly kinky Ginny wanting to be more and more involved when he fucked his mistresses, and a permanently horny Hermione that had a significantly increased libido after he impregnated her.

With so many insatiable witches to do, it was nearly impossible to not have patience. And he felt that he would be even more content after today.

Harry shuddered in pleasure as he stared at the woman nursing on his cock. She was his schoolboy dream come true. And one that he never thought would happen in his lifetime.

"Delicious, 'Arry."

"Fuck me," Harry whispered as Fleur Weasley winked at him and softly kissed the tip of his cock.

"What's the rush?" Fleur slowly got off her knees, kissing her way up Harry's body while making sure her large breasts grazed his cock, "We'll get to that soon enough."

Harry's hands let go of the death grip on the armrests and cupped her firm arsecheeks, squeezing them softly as Fleur kissed the corner of his mouth. She had straddled his legs,

wrapping her arms loosely around his neck as she rocked back and first slowly with his cock trapped between them.

"You still didn't tell me," Harry resisted capturing Fleur's pouty lips in a kiss, somehow feeling that would be the turning point even though she had already sucked his cock to hardness, "What changed? Bill hates me, and I know that since I felt his glare at the last dinner at Molly's."

Fleur giggled before it quickly became a moan when Harry squeezed her jutting cheeks in a warning. "Bill was more accepting about your relationship with Hermione by then, 'Arry. It was him finding out what you were doing to Molly that brought back his anger."

Harry blinked, his mind recalling what he had done at that dinner. Not that it was hard to do so. It was imprinted in his mind as one of the greatest memories he possessed.

He had come to terms with the fact that he had the same level of sexual degeneracy as Arthur Weasley. The only thing was that it was the exact opposite.

Arthur liked watching his wife get railed till she was deliriously drunk on the cum pumped into her, and Harry loved being the one pumping the cum into Molly. Of course, that love extended to Hermione and Ginny.

And they came to realize it over the two months that had passed. Ginny was willing to play along since she was to be his wife, and she was slowly coming out of her shell. Harry actually thought at times that she loved hearing how he fucked her mum until she was dripping his cum from her holes more than him actually fucking her. He would never know which since he did both at the same time and never intended to stop.

As for Hermione, it was a little different. She was a willing slut for him when they were fucking out of Ron's hearing range, but since the pregnancy, she had become far more conservative when Ron was nearby. Of course, being conservative for Hermione meant that she wouldn't moan like a knockturn whore while she was getting fucked. Still, it was enough of a difference that he asked her about it after one of their sessions.

"I have to practice, Harry. Can you imagine me being such an unrelenting slut when my baby is born? I have to learn how to be quiet when you fuck me."

That reasoning had been stuck in Harry's mind far too prominently. It also brought to the front the idea of getting Hermione with another child soon after she gave birth just so he would be an uncle to two cute children. Besides, he always thought a child should have a sibling.

A few hours before that dinner at the Burrow, Harry had spent the time balls deep in Hermione's cunt, filling her pussy with load after load until it had been dripping down her legs. That was the state in which she arrived at the Burrow. Since George, Charlie, and Percy hadn't been able to attend that day, everyone there knew who was responsible for Hermione's state.

It had been more arousing than it should have been when everyone acted like it was normal. Arousing enough that he boldly pulled Molly into her bedroom.

"Oui," Fleur whispered, "You are thinking of that night?"

Harry shuddered when the Veela rubbed her dripping cunt along his shaft.

"It was... attractive. How you took command," Fleur moaned into his ear, "That convinced me that you should be the one to keep me in check. Who better to have a trusted family member to keep Bill's reputation safe."

"Please," Harry chuckled, "You just wanted to be fucked like Molly."

"Not necessarily," Fleur pressed harder onto his cock, her tight pussy letting his shaft split it apart a little, "As fun as it would be, I like the thought of having that option if I desire to be turned into your personal toy."

Harry squeezed Fleur's arse tightly as he groaned at the thought of recreating what he did with Molly, but on Fleur instead.

There had been plenty of times when Harry had fucked Molly into a drooling stupor, at one time leaving her in a puddle of their combined juices for Arthur to find. But the night of the dinner was their best masterpiece together.

What had been intended to be a quick fuck turned into a marathon. A two-hour-long fuck fest powered by magic, and when that hadn't been sufficient, potions. They might have been able to hide what they had been doing if they reappeared within fifteen minutes like originally planned, but when Molly didn't even have the food ready for the dinner they were invited to, it was hard not to notice their extended absence.

Not that the time away was the only thing that would have given them away.

Harry had made it extremely evident what he had done to Molly. Perhaps it was the frenzy that came with showing what he could do with Hermione with nobody batting an eye, but he wished to replicate that with Molly. To show that there were three women in the Weasley family that he could have at any time, or in Hermione's case, soon to be in the Weasley family.

If it hadn't been for Molly insisting on putting up the silencing charm, everyone in the Burrow would have heard how Harry was destroying the Weasley matriarch and how much she begged for more... when her throat hadn't been filled with his cock.

Harry hissed in pleasure when a tight, warm cunt took the tip of his cock inside.

"I don't appreciate your focus on another witch, 'Arry," Fleur purred as she gently descended on his cock, "You can think about fucking my whore mother-in-law later."

Harry's eyes fluttered as the combination of Fleur's pussy slowly taking in more of his cock and the image of Molly after he was done with her blended in his mind.

The busty MILF had been fucked so well that even magic couldn't hide what Harry had done to her. At least, not the quick spell Molly applied to herself as she attempted to stand on her quivering legs.

The spell had straightened Molly's fiery fair from the bunched-up mess from Harry using it as reins to keep her on his cock when he slammed into her arse. It fixed her teary eyes and smudged lipstick from the furious throatfucking she had experienced. And it repaired her torn clothes from Harry's rush to get his hands on her stacked body.

But that was the extent of the fixes Molly focused on.

Perhaps it had been due to being desensitized to the smell of sex after Harry blew his load of her fat arse and massive tits. Or it could also have been the cum he shot down her throat that made the smell of cum normal to her. Whatever it was, it seemed that Molly 'forgot' to vanish the dried cum on her body before putting on her clothes.

Harry honestly doubted she forgot, and the slutty MILF was well aware of what she was doing. A quick glance at Molly and nothing seemed out of order, but a look longer than a second and it had been easy to discover the evidence was the absolute railing she experienced.

The love marks, and some actual bite marks, on her neck and more leading down her neckline would have been enough as evidence, but the smell of sex surrounding Molly would have been unmistakable.

Harry's mind was brought back from Molly's stacked body when he felt his cock get surrounded by something that could only be heaven.

"Mon Dieu," Fleur moaned into his ear, "Should I be jealous, 'Arry? Am I that undesirable that you think of Molly when you're inside me?"

Fleur squealed loudly when she felt a pleasurable sting on her arse that was accompanied by a shark crack. She dropped her weight on Harry's cock, unintentionally filling herself with too much of it, and shuddered in his arms as she nuzzled into his neck.

"It's hard not to when you were the one that brought it up, slut," Harry growled as he squeezed her jutting cheeks, "Since you want my attention, you have it."

Fleur had to brace herself with her arms on the backrest to not melt into a formless puddle with the force of Harry's thrusts into her pussy, putting her large breasts right in front of his face. Harry could feel his cum-filled balls bounce off the sinful Veela's fat arse, and the slight sling only made him want to pound into her with even more force to make an imprint of himself in her tight pussy.

He captured one of her pink nipples and bit down with just enough force to leave Fleur moaning before sucking on the tit as he fucked her.

"OUI! FUCK ME!"

Harry growled before hauling her up as he stood from the loveseat before turning and dumping a delirious Fleur on the vacated space. She barely got out the whine of having her pussy missing a cock filling it before he was back on top of her.

Fleur squealed were muffled from the cushions as Harry pushed on the back of her head as he fucked down into her cunt with bruising force, bouncing her fat arse repeatedly under his pounding hips.

"I'm about to come, Fleur," Harry growled, "Right in your cunt!"

Fleur screamed into the loveseat, something that sounded like permission to Harry. The way she was trying to meet his hips with her arse certainly pointed toward that.

Harry leaned back, letting go of Fleur's silky hair to grip her wide hips, and rammed his cock as deep as it could go into her cunt.

His vision turned white as his entire being was focused on one thing. Filling Fleur's well- fucked pussy with his seed until it was dripping with it.

"FUCK!" Harry made a short thrust into her cunt, drawing a whorish moan from her, "YES!"

He shuddered as he pulled out and slammed himself back in, restarting the blasts of cum into the deepest part of Fleur's cunt.

Only when Harry was sure his balls had fully emptied themselves into Fleur did he finally start to pull out. But even that was a fight. The warmth of Fleur's pussy and the way she was clinging to his cock made it hard to leave.

Still, seeing the aftermath was just as good as the fucking itself. Fleur Weasley had her face buried in the cushions of his loveseat, fingers gripping the sides for some type of grip, and her arse was high in the air, still bring red from the rough pounding it received.

The part Harry liked the most was his cum leaking out of her abused pussy. He felt his cock hardening again as he imagined a repeat. If Fleur was up to it, he could easily spend all day in her cunt until she wouldn't be able to walk the next day, magic or no magic.

He reached out and slapped her juicy arse before stopping it from jiggling by sinking his fingers into her cheek, drawing a weak moan from Fleur. "Is this it? I thought you would have more stamina than my other girls."

Fleur finally pulled her face out of the loveseat and glared at him with teary, satisfied blue eyes. "I can take you all day, 'Arry."

Harry immediately lined himself up with her cum-filled cunt and said, "Good."

Chapter 29

Ginny moaned softly as she slowly blinked her eyes open and reached out with her hand. She frowned when she couldn't feel Harry beside her. The mornings were one of the rare times that they just cuddled in bed after their sex life went off the rails.

It wasn't uncommon for her to wonder why the hell she was agreed to let Harry ever fuck her mum, of all people, but then she immediately remembered how it made her wet. Ginny shuddered, the sexual deviancy in the Weasley family was too strong. It was apparently strong enough that they had all found the perfect life partners for their needs.

She took a moment to realize that today was Wednesday. Hermione's day.

After Ginny had arrived home one night months ago to find Harry balls deep inside Fleur with a river of cum dripping down the Veela's perfect arse and staining the couch, she put her foot down. Their home life was going to be theirs... mostly.

She didn't was to deprive Harry of the pleasure of fucking his whores... or deprive herself of that the sight of her to-be-husband plowing other witches. So she gave each of them one day a week when they could use Potter Manor for their fun.

Ginny had Harry to herself for four days, and the rest was left to Hermione, Fleur, and her mum. She pointedly ignored the fact that she enjoyed the days with the other witches much more than the four days she had Harry to herself, not that she didn't enjoy that too, just not as much.

She sat up and swung her legs off the side of her bed before standing, straightening her silky blue nightie, grimacing at the rips left over when Harry had been a little too rough. Still, it surprised her that she had anything left to put back on after she was done... and that she had the strength to do so.

Ginny shook her head and ran her fingers through her hair, freezing when she heard faint moans outside the bedroom. Hermione seemed to be having some fun already.

She caught sight of herself in the mirror. She looked good. Like she had just woken up after a good fuck, which was the truth.

Ginny wouldn't feel self-conscious in front of Hermione. Neither Harry nor Hermione did anything to make her feel that way. It was more the result of the brunette's pregnancy being much more visible.

Everyone might be pretending like it was Ron's baby making Hermione's stomach grow, but everyone also knew the truth. Harry said he was excited to be the cool uncle, but she could see the change in how he treated Hermione.

Even if he hadn't, Hermione herself complained to her about how careful Harry now was during sex, even with magic available to ensure safety if needed. It made Ginny feel jealous

and start to think about having a baby of her own.

Hermione shrieked, making Ginny raise an eyebrow in curiosity. It had been a while since the brunette had been that loud.

She left the bedroom and walked in the direction of the whorish moans, the kitchen. "Hey, Gin."

Ginny smirked at Harry's casual greeting. He was seated at the breakfast table, helping Hermione bounce on his lap with surprising roughness.

"Good morning, Harry," Ginny stared at Hermione's fuck-drunk expression, feeling herself getting wet. "Rougher than usual today."

"Yeah," Harry grunted and slammed Hermione down, her arse smacking loudly onto his thighs, "She was asking for it."

He was cumming. Ginny knew that face. And so was Hermione, her mouth had dropped open slightly and she let out weak whimpers.

Before Hermione's orgasm was finished, Harry was bouncing her on his cock again. Ginny wondered what made him change his mind about being careful today.

Hermione was visibly showing in this stage of pregnancy even when covered with clothes, but especially so when she was completely nude. Harry had one arm gently around the bulging stomach. However, it was obvious that the true protection was the magic cast to protect the baby.

He was overly careful today. Maybe that's why he was fucking Hermione like he used to.

"Oh, please! Harry! Fuck!"

Ginny giggled at Hermione. "Did you already eat, Harry?"

"Not yet," Harry grunted into Hermione's neck and pushed his hips up, making the brunette squeal before shuddering, "You mind making something for me, love?"

"Sure, give me a few minutes," Ginny agreed, preparing to make some scrambled eggs. Something quick so she would get back and enjoy Hermione getting railed. Besides, the more Harry was fed, the longer he could go... probably. That's how it seemed to her, at least.

The gap between herself and Harry while she made breakfast once again reminded her how strange this whole thing was. Ginny wondered when even this last remnant of oddness would disappear and if all this would be normal for her. The sight of her wizard easily dominating witches who were powerful, beautiful, and demeaning did things to Ginny she would never tire of.

Sometimes, she even wanted to bring that pureblood slut, Astoria, into the manor so she could witness Harry fuck the superiority right out of her.

"HARRY!"

Hermione's orgasmic wail brought Ginny out of her thoughts, finding herself shaking in desire as her cunt practically dripped, and her nipples were poking out of her nightie.

She plated the scrambled eggs and went back to the breakfast table to see Harry claiming Hermione's mouth as he cupped her swollen breasts.

Ginny put the plate down and sat next to Harry, frowning at the odd way he was sitting. The chair was pressed as close to the table as possible with Hermione sitting on his lap, and he was slumping quite a bit. It looked uncomfortable.

However, she immediately forgot about that when she saw that Harry was in Hermione's arse.

Harry cupped Hermione's tit, feeling its weight in his palm as he pounded his cock into her arse with a force that was unlike him since the day he impregnated her. It had been a long time coming.

Seeing his best friend walking around, knowing she was carrying the baby they made together, especially when she started showing, raised his lust to levels that honestly scared him.

All Harry wanted to do was fuck Hermione into a cum-drunk mess and repeat what got her in this state in the first place. But he had been too nervous to, no matter how much he was assured that it would be fine.

It looked like all that was needed to convince him was having his balls worshipped while he was deep in Hermione's arse. That was precisely what was happening now.

Ginny had set aside today to be Hermione's day at Potter Manor, but an extra tagged along for the fun. An extra that was the definition of a MILF, and his fiancee's mum. It seemed that Hermione had gone to complain to her future mother-in-law about Harry's reluctance.

He had Molly a few days ago, and still, his cock throbbed in desire when she walked out of the fireplace. The redhead wore the thinnest of robes, showcasing her massive tits and wide hips, and tiny string tied around her waist to highlight her small waist.

Harry had given Hermione a deep kiss before bending Molly over the breakfast table and pounding her arse red with his frantic thrusts until her pussy was left leaking copious amounts of cum. The slutty witch had taken a moment to recover from the rough fuck before dropping to her knees and slurping on his cock until it was clean.

That led to this point.

Hermione took his cock up her arse, Molly nuzzling her nose into his balls before worshiping him in her wet mouth. Ginny making breakfast for him and sitting next to him, unaware of her mum coaxing his balls to produce more cum to fill Hermione's arse.

"Oh, fuck," Harry moaned weakly when Molly gave a particularly hard suck, tugging at his balls. His reaction was to push his hips up, slamming into Hermione's arse and marking her shriek before slumping against him, shuddering as her cunt sprayed her orgasm right on Molly's face.

Not that it stopped the MILF from her goal of keeping his balls nice and wet in her mouth.

"Look at that," Ginny said in wonder, "What caused the change, Harry? You're using Hermione like you used to at the start."

Harry's eyes fluttered as he settled on the chair, content to let Hermione's arse try to milk his cock while Molly nuzzled his balls. As for Ginny's question, it was her mum being the raging slut that she was meant to be, not that he could say that.

She might be okay with Molly and Hermione, but Harry knew he would have to deal with her annoyed looks and letting them break her rules. As if he could deny the pleasure they offered him.

"Look at her, Gin," Harry said after recovering some of his breath, pinching one of Hermione's nipples. It made the drooling brunette twitch, but nothing more than that as her head lolled on Harry's shoulder. "Hermione needed this more than me. She might have killed me in frustration if I kept treating her like glass."

"Hmm," Ginny smirked, "So you went straight for her arse."

Harry flexed his cock, drawing a weak moan from Hermione before she opened her eyes blearily. "G-Ginny?"

"Glad you're back with us, Hermione," Ginny giggled, "Started a little early today." "I couldn't wait," Hermione said dreamily.

Harry would have been content to let her take a break, but Molly had gotten impatient. Without the sound of Hermione's arse slamming into his thighs, covering up the slurps and muffled moans of Molly worshipping his balls, she had to be content with tonguing him without much else.

It only took a few seconds for her to decide it wasn't acceptable. Harry's lips twitched when Molly closed her full lips around his balls and started to tug on them lightly by pulling back her head a few millimeters. He knew what would come next, and unless he fucked Hermione hard enough to make her arse bounce and draw screams from the brunette to cover up the sounds, Ginny would find out.

For a brief moment, he considered letting his fiery fiancee find out that her mum was currently slobbering on his balls. There was an equal chance of her joining the fun and kicking the two witches out.

In the end, he didn't want to take the chance. He wanted to dump his load in Hermione's arse before she left.

"Sorry, Gin," Harry levitated Hermione slightly, not enough that his thrust would make it impossible for Molly to keep her mouth on his balls, but enough that he would turn Hermione's arse bright red. "You can talk with Hermione later. She arse is asking for it."

He slammed into her arse, going balls deep, briefly feeling the cold air hitting his spit- covered sack before Molly warmed it up again. He pulled his cock out of Hermione sightly before thrusting back in, making Hermione squeak and clamp her fingers on the edge of the breakfast table.

Eventually, Harry found the perfect amount of cock that he could use to fuck into Hermione's arse without Molly getting pulled off his balls. He thanked the spell he had already put on the breakfast table that observed everything below it, mainly because of Fleur.

The stunning Veela was the type of witch who wanted to feel like she was doing something. Sleeping with her sister-in-law's fiancé wasn't good enough when she had permission, so she got herself going by giving Harry a sloppy blowjob while he ate breakfast with Ginny, who was well aware of what was going on.

It was hard not to when there were choking gags frequently heard whenever Fleur's day arrived.

"He's so good, Gin Gin," Hermione whimpered, "You're the best, you know that?" "Merlin, Hermione," Ginny rolled her eyes, "Get yourself together."

Harry pounded into Hermione with more punishing thrusts, the sound of her arse getting pounded now the only thing that could be heard.

"I'm going to shower," Ginny stood up, "Eat your eggs after you finish with her, Harry." She gave him a quick kiss before leaving. It would be a cold shower.

Hermione whimpered before a dopey smile appeared on her face. The stuttering moans that escaped her lips got worse before they just sounded like broken squeaks.

The moment Ginny returned to their bedroom, Harry let go of all his restraint. He levitated Hermione higher and stood from his seat, pulling Molly by her hair to keep her mouth surrounding his balls and pounded his lust away into Hermione's arse.

There was no more careful measurement to avoid Ginny's detection. There was no longer a need to use only a fraction of his shaft to fuck Hermione's tight arse. He could go whatever he wanted, which meant making sure Hermione couldn't walk without help.

"HARRYY!"

Harry grunted as he pulled Hermione down into his punishing thrusts, using every inch of his cock to claim her arse for his own. And through it all, Molly was kneeling between his spread legs, bathing his balls in her saliva and occasionally moving up to draw Hermione's clit into her sucking mouth.

That pushed Harry over the edge, along with Hermione. Her arse tightened to levels that should be impossible, squeezing his cock and refusing to let it go without a fight, but that wasn't necessary. He was more than happy to be rooted deep inside Hermione, his balls pulsing in Molly's mouth, and he blew his load deep into her arse.

"Fucking hell," Harry muttered before claiming Hermione's lips, swallowing her weak moans, and exploring her mouth with his tongue. When he felt like his balls had nothing left to give, he slowly pulled out of her arse.

Harry gently levitated Hermione down to the chair he had vacated before turning his attention to Molly. He met her brown eyes, his cum-covered cock laying across the length of her face as she still nursed his spent balls.

He buried both hands into her red hair and pulled her off with a pop, and prodded her full lips with the tip of his flagging cock. Without hesitation, Molly took the tip of his cock into her warm mouth, pushing forward, sucking his shaft as she throated herself until her nose was pressed into his pubes.

Harry shuddered when Molly withdrew just as slowly, the shaft that left her lips clean as can be.

Pop*

Molly released his cock and swallowed before staring at him with a smile. Harry loved his life.

Epilogue 1

Harry still got a thrill from this. Even though it had been nearly a year since it had first started.

Arthur cleared his throat. "So, Harry. Gin told me that you both have finally set the date." "That's right," Harry smiled calmly. "She finally feels it's the right time to have a wedding."

"I'm happy for you," Arthur got up and patted his shoulder like a proud father, beaming with happiness. "I thought it was silly to delay this long, but I'm glad it's finally time!"

Harry's eyes twitched. He clenched his hand on the couch's armrest before saying, "Thank you, Arthur. I don't know why either."

Pop*

"Really? It's obvious why, and both of you know it."

Harry had played along with their wish as well as he could, but Molly speaking directly to them meant it was no longer necessary to act like she was invisible.

He looked down, eyes darkening at the treat kneeling between his legs.

Molly Weasley, in all her big-breasted, thin-waisted, fat-arsed glory. She might have stopped sucking on his cock to speak, but her hand didn't stop milking him, keeping his shaft as hard as ever until her mouth was available again.

"This better be important enough to take my cock out of your mouth," Harry growled in frustration.

"Really, Harry?" Molly rolled her brown eyes. "When was the last time you left unsatisfied?"

He grunted, not wanting to give that the obvious answer, and reached down to knot Molly's red hair into his fist, pulling her face closer until every pump of her hands made his cock bounce off her cheeks.

She rolled her eyes again but didn't move to avoid his cock leaving precum on her face.

"Sweetheart, you were saying something?" Arthur asked like nothing out of the ordinary was happening. To be fair, to him, it was true. He had seen Molly in states far worse than this.

"Right, Ginny," Molly's tongue peeked out to lick up the precum left at the corner of her lips. "It was mainly Hermione that stopped the wedding. That adorable child might be a Granger in name, but we all know the baby girl is a Potter."

Harry's heart was flooded with love when he thought about his daughter. Unfortunately, it wasn't all sweet. Thanks to the marvel of magic, Hermione had fully recovered from the birth

in a few days. The private celebration Harry and Hermione had got... out of control, to say the least.

In more detail, Hermione was baby crazy. Harry wasn't much better. It was with no exaggeration that they spent most of that day fucking, with Harry cumming deep inside Hermione's pussy every time he orgasmed.

And it was no surprise that Hermione limped back home and proudly announced to Ron that Harry had put another baby inside her womb.

"Look at this little pervert," Molly giggled, doing all sorts of wonderful things to her massive tits. "He can't even hide that he's thinking about Hermione."

She wasn't wrong. Harry's cock was drooling precum onto Molly's face.

"Oh, hell," Harry shuddered when Molly finally fought against his grip and pulled back slightly, only to give an open-mouthed kiss to his leaking cockhead and sucking the tip into her warm mouth.

Pop*

His cock was no longer leaking like a broken faucet, at least for now.

"Anyway, Gin knows if she delays anymore, Hermione will be showing again," Molly said to Arthur. "Hermione refused to be the maid of honor last time because she was too pregnant."

"So we have Hermione's pregnancy to thank for the upcoming wedding?" Arthur asked incredulously.

"Yes," Molly replied matter-of-factly before turning to Harry. "Honestly, dear, you don't have to pull on my hair to convince me."

Harry groaned loudly when Molly throated his cock to the hilt, sticking her tongue out to lap at his balls before humming around the shaft blocking her airway.

His other hand joined the one already behind Molly's head and held her tight. He made small thrusts into her mouth, drawing wet choking sounds that made his cock hard as iron.

"I've said this before, but I need to make sure you know this," Harry panted as Molly swallowed around his cock. "You're an idiot, Arthur."

He had two ways of dealing with the reality of his new life. Intimate times meant he was allowed to be unhinged. In every other situation, he was the model hero for the Wizarding World, never even dreaming of the depravity that he had become accustomed to.

"I know," Arthur's voice cracked, his hand inside his trousers.

"I am thankful to see how you act with Molly," Harry said viciously. "It tells me what I must do to make Ginny happy."

Molly choked louder, spittle escaped the tight stretch of her lips around the base of his cock.

"And I get a witch like Molly at my beck and call," Harry's eye fluttered when he withdrew his cock a bit before slamming it back to the root into Molly's throat. "I dream of Ginny being as much a slut for me as her mum is, and because of you, I know how to keep her in line."

"Merlin..."

Harry ignored the whisper from Arthur and stared at Molly, grinning at how her legs quivered and the floor beneath her got suspiciously wet. He went wild, fucking her mouth just like he would her pussy.

After all the times he had railed her over the past year, Molly had become an expert at taking Harry's cock, no matter the hole. Her pussy, mouth, or ass had been accustomed to experiencing the delicious stretch of his cock pounding into them.

"Fuck! Yes!" Harry slammed his cock into Molly's throat, leaving it hilted in her warmth and his balls resting on her chin, enjoying the sound and feel of her gags before he let go.

He kept her lips kissing the base of his shaft as he unloaded his cum into her stomach. He could feel Molly swallowing what he had to give eagerly, her hands gently massaging his balls to empty everything inside into her mouth.

Harry finally released his hands from Molly's head, leaving her to do what she wished. She chose to pull back slowly, sucking all the way up, leaving his shaft clean, until she let his cock free of her mouth with a small pop.

"How was that, Harry?" Molly asked in a raspy voice.

"Brilliant. Ten out of ten," Harry stroked her red hair. "Like always, you're the best cocksucker I've had."

Arthur groaned, making them glance at him to see the man slumped over with his hand still in his trousers.

"Thank you, dear," Molly kissed his cock playfully. "That's such a nice compliment." Harry ignored how he was getting hard again and laughed at her words.

"Do try to convince Gin that children won't ruin her career," Molly stood up in all her voluptuous glory. "I love your daughter with Hermione, but it would be nice to have Weasley children again."

"Uh, sure," Harry stared at her fat arse jiggle when she moved to put on her robes. "But you know Ginny, she's stubborn."

"Honestly," Molly sounded exasperated, "If you can't convince her, let her know you're going to put one in her mum. That will get her going."

With that bombshell, Molly walked off to clean up, leaving a wide-eyed Harry and Arthur staring after her.

After a moment, Harry spoke with conviction. "I'm going put a baby in Molly."

He looked at Arthur to see the man almost drooling at the thought, his cock straining the wet spot in his trousers.

Looks like it'll happen.

Epilogue 2

"There's something really wrong with this picture."

Harry hummed in reply and pulled Ginny closer, feeling more content with his life than he ever thought possible. "I think it's perfect, Gin."

"I figured you would, but Harry, I don't like it."

He stiffened as fear shot through him. Even after a year of their new lifestyle, he always wondered when it would come to a stop, though Ginny was an eager participant.

"It's time. I don't want to put it off any longer. I want a baby."

Harry's fear disappeared. A wide smile formed on his lips, but he couldn't help his curiosity. "What changed your mind?"

"Really?" Ginny slapped his shoulder. "Look around us. How does it make sense that at my wedding, there are two other whores that are carrying your baby, and I'm not?"

"Really, Gin?" Harry said dryly, much more confident now that Ginny wasn't having second thoughts. "You need to stop calling them that. It feels weird hearing it from you."

"If they like to get fucked by my wizard, I'll call them what I want," Ginny said with a pout, staring at the witches in question. She was thankful that they weren't showing, but with how often their hands touched their flat stomachs, there were signs they were pregnant.

"Hm, you know how it makes me feel when you become possessive," Harry softly kissed the side of her head, not wanting to mess up the elaborate hairstyle she had for the wedding.

"Yeah, well, it's too bad I have to wait before I can have you," Ginny muttered as she stood up from her seat, pulling Harry to stand with her. "Hermione! I'm guessing you're leaving early?"

"Hey, Gin," Hermione greeted as she hugged the beautiful redhead tightly. "I'm exhausted and need some rest."

"Hm, take care of yourself," Ginny said with her arms wrapped around Hermione. "And give Rosie a kiss for me. I missed her today."

"I will," Hermione smiled before moving her lips closer to Ginny's ear. "I found out the sex of the baby your husband fucked into me. It's another girl."

Ginny felt her knickers flood with her arousal, her eyes fluttering as she let out a quiet moan. "You're such a whore."

"Hm," Hermione hummed in agreement. "You're right about that, but that's your fault. None of this would have happened if you never agreed to share Harry. You would be the only witch

that would get his cock. Do you know what he told me this morning?"

Ginny's eyes fluttered again. So that was where Harry had disappeared in the morning. "What?"

"You know how I realized I loved being a mother?" Hermione's lips almost kissed Ginny's ear.

That was a surprise to everyone. It was a reversal of expectations. Hermione still liked to work, but she would put being a mother over that if necessary. Ginny had been the opposite.

"When Harry filled my pussy with his cum this morning, he admitted he loved seeing me carry his children," Hermione's hands moved lower, resting on Ginny's wide hips. "He said he'll keep impregnating me until I ask him to stop."

"Oh, Merlin," Ginny moaned as Hermione's fingers grazed her arse.

"Ginny," Hermione actually kissed her ear this time. "I won't ask him to. I've been putting all my time into research for magic to help make everything easier on a witch, even pleasurable. I'll be spending most of my life pregnant instead of not. My home will be filled with children your husband fucked into me."

"AH," Ginny clenched onto Hermione as she orgasmed right there.

"There we go," Hermione giggled as she patted Ginny's soft arse before pulling away from the hug. "My last wedding gift took more than I expected."

"You didn't just say that, right?" Ginny asked almost desperately. "You actually meant it?"

"Of course I did," Hermione finally looked away from Ginny to grin at Harry, who had been looking on silently with dark eyes. "Ron has lost all interest in actually having sex, and I can't say that I mind. But we are ecstatic when Harry takes me and leaves us with a child to spoil."

Harry moved closer to Ginny and wrapped an arm around her waist. "Can't say I don't enjoy that too."

"I bet you do," Hermione smirked before looking around. "Why don't you both take a seat. I can see some people thinking about approaching you."

Harry was a little disappointed that he didn't get a bonus wedding gift like Ginny, but what his wife received could be considered a shared gift. Merlin knows how randy she will be when they're finally alone.

He glanced at Molly as they sat back down, drinking in her voluptuous form. He still remembered his promise to Arthur a few months ago.

Harry took a few weeks to figure out Molly's feelings on what he intended to do. While she wasn't keen on removing the contraceptive spell, she gushed with arousal at the thought of having sex with that being the end goal.

In her words. "If you pound me so hard that you fuck the spell away, then so be it. I'll give you your wish."

That was exactly what Harry did. He had ripped her clothes off and bounced her on his cock for the entire day until his goal was accomplished. The very day she told him, 'Why don't you try?' He did exactly that and left her drooling, fucked-out body with a pussy beaten red from the punishing thrusts and cum pouring out after the countless times he creampied her.

Harry got his wish. And Ginny blew up in rage when she heard the next day until she had used him like a dildo to fuck her frustrations out. Though he suspected most of that was an act since she was wetter than ever during the whole thing.

"Gin—" Harry cut himself off and tensed in his chair.

"Mr. Potter!" A portly man greeted him happily. "And Mrs. Potter! Marvelous wedding. Couldn't have done better if I say so myself!"

Harry gave the man a grimacing smile as Ginny replied for them both. "Thank you. Sorry for being rude, but do I know you?"

"We never spoke, Mrs. Potter, but I had a good discussion about business with Mr. Potter at your engagement party. My name is Archer Barrows!"

A memory sparked in Harry's mind. This man was the reason he approached Molly at the engagement party a year ago. It set the whole thing off.

How fitting. It had come a full circle.

"Mr. Potter, did you think of my proposal? I tried to contact you over the past year, but you were understandably busy."

He had no idea what the man was talking about. Thankfully, there was a standard response to conversations like these.

"I do apologize, Mr. B-Barrows," Harry stuttered at the name with a strained smile. "All business matters have to go through Hermione Granger."

"Ah, I see," Barrows was visibly disappointed. "Is she still in the venue?"

"She's here somewhere," Harry saw that Ginny had caught on to what was happening. He wandlessly silenced the area needed before reaching between his legs to bury his finger in silky brown hair.

His eyes twitched as he pulled Hermione's mouth down his cock until her nose was pressed into his crotch. "Hermione said she would be a little busy, so you may be out of luck."

Harry's breath hitched when Hermione started to swallow around his shaft like the seasoned cocksucker she was.

"That's a shame," Barrows sighed, oblivious that the woman he was searching for was on her knees a few feet away. "Maybe I'll have some luck before the day ends. Again, wonderful wedding, Mr. Potter. Mrs. Potter."

They nodded with smiles, Harry gently using his grip to repeatedly sheath his cock into Hermione's throat as the man walked away.

"I should have known the whore wouldn't leave without giving you a gift, too," Ginny purred as she leaned closer.

"Hmm," Harry closed his eyes and kissed his new wife. "I love you, Ginny Potter."

Ginny giggled when she felt Harry tremble and push his hips slightly off the chair. The only thing she wished was that the silencing charm hadn't blocked the sound of Hermione choking down her husband's cum.

"Hey, mate. Gin," Ron arrived in the middle of it all like he had a sixth sense of what was happening. "You know where Hermione is? She told me she was feeling tired, then she disappeared."

Ginny answered for Harry, who was too busy giving Hermione a meal and a half to swallow. "She's down there giving Harry a gift."

Ron's face turned a bright red as he shifted on his feet. It didn't take long for Harry to finish cumming down Hermione's throat and realize that he was there.

"Oh, Ron, perfect timing," Harry shuddered when Hermione sucked his cock clean and kissed the tip. "You mind casting the privacy spell. I might mess up in my state."

"Er, sure," Ron flicked his wand. The tablecloth rustled soon after before Hermione crawled out from underneath.

Her makeup was ruined, her mouth and chin shining with the spit that covered them from the messy blowjob she had given Harry. She cleared her throat of the cum that still lined it. "Hello, Ronald. Are you ready to leave?"

Harry saw Ron nod rapidly before they apparated out.

"I want you to fuck me so bad, husband," Ginny growled in his ear.

He looked around before deciding it could be excused if they left early. "As you wish, wife."