After several more photos, Harry put the camera to the side. "As much as I want to immortalize your cum-covered face, we have to stop. As the best man, I still need to fulfill the last request of the groom and fuck you hard in his bed."

Hermione smiled even as she climbed to the bed, her heart drumming hard, couldn't believe that she was about to lose her virginity in the current circumstances. Yet, to her surprise, she didn't have cold feet. She was ready to commit to the moment, far more than she was ready to commit her life to Ron.

But, that was something she could handle later. Instead, she lay on the bed, opened her legs, and looked at him. "Come and start working, then," she moaned. "And, make it good. I'm cheating on Ron for you. It better not be a mistake."

"Believe me, it will be," he said. "I have practiced a lot in my travels."

The idea that he fucked a lot of women before should have been a downer, yet Hermione found herself smiling widely. After all, if she was going to cheat, it better be worth it. And, as she watched his cock already twitching back to life at the thought of being buried inside her, she knew that it would be.

However, as she looked down, she remembered that she was still covered with his cum. "Should I clean first?" she asked, blushing. "I'm a mess."

"No, you look better with my cum," he said even as he looked at her body. "Actually, why don't you spread it all over her body. "It'll be even better."

"You just want to make your mark," she said.

"You're not wrong."

Hermione giggled even as she spread the cum all over her torso.

"Better," he said as she continued wiping the cum from her tits with her hand, staining her ring even more in the process. Her pussy burned with desire due to the implications.

"Enough playing. Are you ready to fuck me with Ron still downstairs," she asked.

"Yes. After all, he's busy with Lavender, and as best man, it's my task to distract the bride," he said even as he positioned above her, his muscular frame feeling heavy even without touching. "I'm about to pound you hard all night long, Hermione, until you start begging for healing charms."

"Do it," Hermione begged. She followed with a gasp as the crown pressed against her entrance. Desire overwhelmed her as his fat girth pushed inside her slowly. Hermione hissed as, for the first time, her walls had been stretched by his presence. She hissed in pain even as he chuckled. "Can't take it, Miss Perfect?" he asked.

Hermione found herself chuckling. "J-just give me a minute, and I'll show you," she replied, feeling none of the discomfort she was supposed to be feeling for the first time. Her sopping wetness handled it.

"Let's distract you from the pain," he said. Hermione opened her mouth, ready to say that it was not necessary, only for him to slap her tits before she could say it. Instead, she hissed in shock. "Good distraction, right?" he said.

"Ohh, you're a — bastard," she gasped, interrupted by another slap.

"Don't tell me you don't like it," he said. Another slap. Hermione shivered. Partially due to the slap, but mostly because he finally started moving. Slowly at first, but his girth was still a devastating weapon. Her core parted, accommodating his monster. For the first time, she was being filled … and she loved it!

"Move faster," she found herself whispering excitedly. "We don't have all night."

He chuckled. "We do, but that's not a reason not to fuck you, so …" With that, he pulled back, smirked, and slammed his hips forward.

Hermione cried with desire as his thickness invaded her hard, the sensation impossible to describe. So, she didn't try. She just abandoned herself to pleasure, gasping for her breath.

"Not bad, a third of it is already in," he teased even as he slammed in.

"You - must - be - joking," she gasped, only to raise her head and see that it was actually the case. Even as his hips drilled against hers, he never closed in the distance, and a majority of his shaft stayed out.

And, after what she had been doing earlier, she was extremely familiar with his length, and knew very well how much of it was currently invisible. He was right. He was barely a third in. "I can - handle it," she gasped determined.

"After all this time, still the overachiever," he teased even as he slapped her tits again.

"Always," Hermione replied. She would have loved to say more, but her body betrayed her, her moans exploding loudly. The sensation of being filled was already incredible, but then he started to push deeper with every push. Bit by bit, her body parted more to accept his side.

"Fuck, you are tight," he gasped even as he continued moving without skipping a beat.

"It's you that's abnormal, with the monster you have been hiding," Hermione replied. Her tone was raspy and breathy, but she was proud that she was able to deliver it at once. She was getting used to his presence.

He grinned.

"Don't look — so smug," she gasped, this time failing to control her voice as he pushed even deeper halfway.

Harry grinned down at her, purring smugly. "Well, if you don't want a man to look smug, don't tell them how big their cock is. We're kind of vain this way."

"Do you want me to lie," she said.

"No, Hermione. I want you to moan for me," he said even as he started moving. "Moan hard enough that everyone hears. I'm curious if anyone would remember your voice."

"Not much chance," she replied, which was all she was able to do for a while as he actually followed his own request. Suddenly, not only did he start to move slower, but with each stroke started driving much deeper. "They didn't even recognize me when I was down — downstairs."

The sudden change of sensation caught her flat-footed, the pleasure different enough that she had no idea how to counter it. She found herself moaning helplessly just like he requested. She moaned, gasped, and moaned as he fucked her brains out. The only thing she was able to do was to raise her hips slightly, allowing him to go even deeper.

She just wanted the sensation to last forever. "More, deeper," she begged.

"Not for tonight. Half is all you get and still walk, even with healing spells. I'm impressed that you can take that much on your first try," he chuckled even as he continued to drill her mercilessly. "Ever the overachiever."

Hermione found herself gasping and moaning even as she was amused by his sudden protective streak. But then, there was a reason she trusted him enough to surrender herself to his touch. "Fuck me good, Harry," she begged.

"As you wish, beautiful," he said even as he rammed even faster, the pace stealing her breath. She moaned as his thick cock pounded her. "I think that's your limit," he said, his smug attitude thick enough to be cut. "Any more, and you will faint."

"A-arrogant," she managed to mutter, which was her limit as she was being fucked, glad that she was laying on her back. Not the most engaging of the positions, she surmised, but the best she could do while having her first time with such an exceptional specimen.

"Still want it harder," he teased.

"N-next time," she managed to respond.

"You're turning out to be such a slut," he teased, slapping her tits once more. This time, she said nothing, abandoning herself to the feeling of being invaded in and out, again and again.

The next orgasm hit as hard as a rabid dragon. She actually lost her sight for a moment, feeling like she had been hit by a shockwave, her whole body tingling. Worse — or better — Harry didn't even slow down, continuing to invade her.

She could barely breathe after that climax, but she didn't even consider asking him to stop. Why should she, when she was able to enjoy her total surrender. She never knew she could feel like that, she knew she could never go back.

All she needed was to convince Harry to repeat. Luckily, looking at his victorious expression, mixing glory and pleasure, she didn't think it would be particularly hard. The only problem, she could feel her consciousness flickering. She was about to faint with pleasure.

So, she gathered her energy for one last thing. "Cum inside me, Harry. Cum inside and taint my pussy and show me just how good of a best man you can be," she begged, somehow managing to deliver it at once.

"As you wish, Hermione," he said, his tone carrying a hint of finality. He stilled for a moment, then started ramming her even harder, going deeper. Not fully, but enough that she felt things she had never felt before … not that she had a lot to compare.

Then, his cock started twitching, and her body was filled with something warm, triggering another climax in the process. The pleasure hit even harder, and she could feel the darkness covering her.

Even as she fainted, she wondered what would have happened if he left her here, with cum oozing out of her, to be discovered by Ron…

Too bad she would never know. Though, Harry's warm hug was an even better reward…

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