For Dedmeme77 who requested one where Harry goes 'Caveman' on Ginny.

Warning- Shameless Smut ahead.

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Caveman

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Three years in the field as an Auror and Harry still hadn't seen it all or heard it all. He'd sat with old Aurors that told what sounded like tall tales about situations they'd found themselves in. And the craziest ones? They didn't start with 'so, there was this Death Eater, right…', no, no they always started with, 'so, we get the call out and think it's going to be some routine job…'

That's what he was on now, a routine job. At least he thought it was.

It was him, his partner, Aiden Brooks, who'd been an Auror for over a decade, and one of Arthur's underlings in the Muggle Liaison office, Royce Latimer. They'd been called to a Muggle residence because there had been a few magical sensors in the area that were going nuts and reports from police that the neighbors around the flat had been hearing all kinds of sounds from inside that had been going on for hours.

They knocked on the door several times to no response, yet they could hear someone, or someones, inside. There were signs of movement under the door as well.

Brooks gave he and Latimer a signal that meant Latimer was to stand off from the door and he and Brooks were going to go in first and assess the situation.

The two Aurors cast their shield charms and burst through the door, Brooks, first through, was yelling who they were and for the occupants to stop what they were doing.

He didn't finish his sentence though because of the shock. Harry was standing there in shock as well, observing the scene over Brooks' shoulder.

The couple before them were butt naked, the woman laying face down over the back of the sofa and the man behind her carrying on shagging her madly like he hadn't heard a damned thing. There was music blasting and these waves of magic rippling through the air that he and Brooks surely would have felt if they hadn't had their shields up.

Harry looked at Brooks and mouthed 'what the fuck?' to which Brooks replied 'potions?' an equally puzzled look on his face.

Whatever the reason for the lack of response from the couple, they needed to stop the two of them from radiating as much magic as they were because there was a chance they'd bring the whole building down, or turn it into some kind of out of control orgy from the looks of things.

Brooks cast a stunner at the man who immediately toppled over and fell onto his back on the floor, erection standing tall for everyone to see; including the woman he'd been shagging, who hopped off the back of the sofa and immediately straddled him to keep on going.

Harry's jaw dropped at that. She hadn't cared in the least why her lover fell over or was unresponsive, she just rolled with it and kept on shagging!

It took Brooks a moment to wrap his head around that as well and then cast a stunner at her also.

The naked couple were now laying on the floor, but there was still a pulse of magic going through the air. And the music, Brooks found the stereo and turned it off with a wave of his wand.

With their shields up, Harry backed up and indicated to Latimer that he stay where he was until told otherwise, when he turned back Brooks had already started moving through the flat.

There had to be something else there that was causing the magic in the air. He looked for a cauldron or their wands to see what the last spell was they used and couldn't see any of those things. Harry moved towards the bedroom as Brooks headed for the kitchen.

It was in the bedroom.

It was a candle. One from a wizarding sex shop it looked like. The packaging was right beside it and it read; Ignite your desires. The Lust Candle will burn for two hours and the effects will last all night. Just light it up and you and your lover, or lovers, will be filled with the desire to consummate, over, and over, and over again.

Two hours? Harry wondered. It was still burning as though it had just been lit.

Beside it was another package though, for an everlasting wick.

He shook his head in exasperation. No wonder they'd been going at it for several hours. And no doubt the man passed out in there would be very chaffed and dehydrated when he was awoken.

"Found it," Harry yelled. "They bought something from one of those kinky fuckery shops and… altered it."

"There's something that will make people mindlessly fuck each other?" Brooks asked, sounding more interested than curious.

Brooks came into the room and Harry handed him the packages he'd found and pointed at the candle.

"Well, you going to blow it out and make sure that's what it is?" Brooks asked him.

"What, because this is my first day?" Harry scoffed at him, then pulled his wand and cast the Aguamenti charm, but it didn't work.

"You're making decisions like it is," Brooks chuckled. "Those everlasting wicks don't react to water."

"Fuck," he said under his breath. "I'll have to let it under my shield if I put it out manually!"

"Well, I'm certainly not going to fuck you. Want to take it home and put it out there? Have a nice evening with your hand?"

Harry growled at him. "There's nothing else for it, is there?" he relented. "Is this place hooked up to the Floo?"

"Yes," Brooks grinned at him. No doubt he was going to take this story back and share it with the others.

"And there's no fan or wind charm that will work?"

"Everlasting wicks can only be put out by hand," Brooks replied in a sing-song voice.

"Stop looking so bloody happy about this!"

"Here, why don't you take some of this with you." Brooks took a tube of lube off the dresser and tossed it at him.

Harry let it fall to the floor and gave him an unamused look. "Do me a favor at least; go to the fireplace and make sure there's some Floo powder there for me to get home."

Brooks wandered out of the room and back to the fireplace. "All set," he called out, still sounding too happy about it.

Harry applied a Bubble-head charm and lowered his shield, snatching the candle and putting it out by pinching the wick between his two fingers, inadvertently getting some of the wet wax on them, then bolted out of the room and into the awaiting green flames in the next room.

He only just registered Brooks giving him the thumbs up and a big, cheesy grin before he called out his home name and whirled off.

He came through the other side of his grate and had just enough piece of mind to lock it up before assessing how he felt. It didn't require much time to assess though, his hand was already tugging at his belt to get inside and begin stroking himself. He gave a groan of relief once he had himself firmly in hand and started to relieve the building pressure.

"Harry? I thought you had an evening shift?" he heard Ginny call from the kitchen.

Ginny was there. He didn't know she was coming to his tonight!

Ginny was a much more desirable way to take care of his needs than his hand was. All thought process was clicked off. His one and only need right then was to bury himself inside her and ride her until she was crying out.

He came around the corner to the kitchen and saw she was at the sink. He moved straight for her, ignoring her squeak of surprise, because his hands had gone straight for her trousers and yanked them down to her ankles with out so much as a 'hello', then there was just the sweet sensation of being buried inside her. Again and again he thrust into her, completely oblivious to the way she was gasping and gripping onto the back of the sink for support.

His hands were on her hips and like a menace he forced her back to meet his every thrust until finally he reached his completion.

"Fuck, yes!" he groaned.

"Harry!" Ginny shouted. "What the fuck was that?!"

For a moment, and only a moment, he had the thoughts formulated in his head to tell her exactly what had brought that on. His mouth opened to apologize.

But then he was hard again, and all thought left his head once more.

Ginny had managed to turn around and face him. She opened her mouth, likely to tell him off, but he kissed her and cut her off. Then he ripped off her blouse and picked her up, turning them around so she was sat on the table.

She was struggling a bit and wasn't nearly wet enough for him. He needed to get her wet.

He dropped to his knees and pulled her trousers and knickers off that had been caught around her ankle, grasped her hips once more and dove, tongue first, into her sex. After a few good licks she stopped struggling and he vaguely registered that her sounds had turned from surprised and protesting to enjoyment and moaning.

His mouth was working him over, but his hand was between his own legs, stroking himself once more and feeling how it was still slick from being inside her.

He then registered pain as he felt Ginny pulling at his hair as she cried out.

He didn't give her any time to recover. He just stood up and buried himself inside her once more. Now it was her turn to rip his shirt off and tug up on his undershirt until they were both naked.

"Harry!" she panted.

"Yeah," he replied, more in a groan than a response. "You feel good." He grasped her under her bum again, relocating them to the sofa in the middle of the sitting room. Laying her back like how he'd seen the man and woman from earlier doing. "Good height," he grunted mindlessly. He was straddling the back of the couch, one leg planted firmly on the floor, the other on the cushions. "I'm going to cum again," he stated. Then, with another loud groan, he shot off inside her.

Once more, his head cleared. "Ginny," he repeated her name. "Candle, lust, hours," he muttered, then looked down at her body, "tasty."

"Help me out here, Harry," she asked breathlessly. "Is it a lust potion? It'll take, oh, it'll take, ooh." She became distracted by the way he was working kisses down her body, licking and nipping at her breasts and down to her belly button, then he was between her legs again and licking along her folds, sucking them between his lips before he latched onto her clit once more.

Ginny gave another gasp of surprise when he heaved her down to lay on the cushions of the sofa, with her bum up on the arm, her legs over his shoulders. His mouth affixed to her clit, he dove his fingers inside her, curling his index towards his tongue and making a come hither movement.

As he did this the, residual potion from the candle wax began to melt off his finger and began to affect her as well. Her moans started growing louder, her thighs clamped around his head and her knees pulled him in closer. She rode his face through to her next orgasm.

"Fuck me!" she demanded, not craving any time between sessions.

He raised himself back up to his feet and leaned down over her, joining them once more. "Wet," he groaned. It wasn't a good position though, with each thrust she was pushed further back on the sofa. Harry gave a growl and pulled back completely, grasping her arm and yanking her towards him before bringing them both to their feet, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder. He carried her to the bedroom and threw her down on it, forcing her onto her stomach and pulling her up onto all fours with his hands stationed at her hips, then dove into her again.

"Uh, yes," Ginny panted, now pushing back to meet his thrusts all on her own. "Fuck me harder."

That request made it through his singular focus and his hand came down hard on her bum.

"MORE!" she cried out, and he did it again.

Harry was looking down, watching himself disappearing into her over and over again, then he brought his thumb down to play with her arsehole. "Here," he growled.

"Yes, yes, oh, please!" she begged. "Stick it in. Get me ready."

He pulled out and stuck his thumb in her pussy, pumping it in a few times before bringing it up to her arsehole and making his cock at home once more as his thumb traced circles around her rosebud twice before disappearing inside it.

From the sounds Ginny was making, it was like it wasn't enough, so he pushed his thumb in as far as it could go and pumped it in time with his cock. They'd worked their way across the bed now and Ginny was using the headboard for support to thrust back against him.

He lost it again though. His orgasm shot through him like a bullet and painted her insides all over again with his cum.

And again, his head cleared for only a moment and took in the scene before him; his girlfriend naked and panting like a bitch in heat, begging him to take her, moaning about how good it felt for him to be invading two of her entrances right then. It would have been enough to make him ridiculously hard with out a potion, with the potion it had him hard as a rock all over again.

His mind fogged over once more, driven only by lust, and he pulled out of her again only to thrust two of his fingers inside her dripping pussy and getting them nice and coated before he pushed those two fingers in her arse. She was really moaning and squirming now.

He dove both fingers into her sharply and gave a few pumps before pulling them out again. She was still on her knees and holding on to the headboard for support, her legs spread. Harry rolled over and stuck his head through her legs so he was lined up with her clit and pulled her down to him, swiping his fingers along her cunt again before putting them back in her arse.

She was writhing and grunting now as she rode his face, then abruptly rolled over and climbed on top of him once more, facing the other way and taking his cock in her mouth, much deeper than she ever had before.

This felt really good. His one hand resumed work on her arse, the other was down, coming over her side and gripping her hair, essentially forcing her to take as much of his cock in her mouth as she could.

Too soon she started vibrating, like the orgasm that was about to shoot through her, causing a seizure, then she tensed up completely and screamed around his cock in her mouth and he felt an extra amount of moisture coming out of her and coating his top lip.

He gave a growl again and pulled sharply on her hair to pull her head away from him, she gave a scream of surprise and rose up onto her knees.

He grabbed her waist slammed her back down onto the mattress again and pulled her over to the edge, face up this time, and slid his cock deep inside her once more. Three pumps and he was done with that entrance. He took her legs and pushed them back towards her, nearly folding her in half and lined himself up with her back entrance, then had to bite his lip hard to fight his overwhelming impulse to bury himself deep into her arse with no regard for how that might feel for her.

He was vibrating and sweating and fighting for control, but he managed to ease himself in until he was balls deep inside her arse, then he started thrusting and hearing her moaning in response. "Yes," they both hissed once the pace was set. He released her legs and she locked them around his hips.

She was enjoying it, that made him enjoy it even more. He lowered his head and sucked on her nipples, grasped her arse and ground his hips against her, like her hands were demanding he do. He made that movement until he felt her shuddering underneath him again, then her hands went slack and he was able to pound into her again until he finished.

"Shower," he said quickly, knowing the haze was only going to clear for a moment. He pulled out of her quickly and heard her sharp intake of breath, forcing himself to focus only on getting to the shower and turning it on, making sure it was hot.

He heard Ginny coming in after him and was lucky he was in a wide stance because she launched herself at him. He caught her in the air and their mouths were attacking each other once more. He nearly tripped getting them into the shower.

He had Ginny pressed back against the tile as soon as he could, leaning down to nibble and suck on her neck, loving the sound of her moans echoing through the room.

Again, he was painfully engorged and needed her to take care of him.

"Suck me off," he demanded and pulled back from her. She slid down his body to kneel on the tub and did her level best to take as much of him down her throat as possible. It was like she had no gag reflex! Her hand got involved then too, so he got his hand involved and ran it through her now wet hair, bracing himself with the soap shelf.

As she worked away on him the water was raining down on them both and the room was heating up, the traces of wax that had been on him were washing away down the drain and he was starting to think more clearly. He was still hard as a rock and turned on, but the haze was dissipating from his mind; the fog was clearing.

Ginny though, she still seemed as worked up as he had been.

"Fuck," he cried out and gripped the shelf harder, because her hand had now come up between his legs and started applying pressure to his back door.

His whole body tensed up, they hadn't gotten that adventurous before.

Then his eyes rolled back. "Oh!" his surprise over the sensation escaped his lips. "Oh, that feels… good," he breathed out. He wished he was laying down for this now though because his head was getting light. She wasn't being as aggressive as he had when he'd been doing it to her, but he'd been getting her ready for what was currently in her mouth. She just had her one finger slipping in and out of him slowly.

"Ginny," he started repeating her name over and over again. He felt his next finish approaching. "Ginny," this time it was in warning. Then he lurched forward and heard her gag as his next load of cum shot into the back of her mouth. "Fuck!" he cried.

With no more than a wipe of her chin she was back on her feet. "My turn," was all she said before she was kissing him again.

He was now exhausted and entirely not up for another go around. The side effects of the candle had apparently worn off for him and he was sure that he wouldn't be up for anything for at least another 24 hours, minimum.

With Ginny pawing at him like she was, kissing him as though her entire being depended on getting her next orgasm, he was still turned on, but now he was thinking clearly. He'd put out the candle with his fingers, then rubbed those fingers all over her before he'd… stuck them inside her.

So, he needed to clean her off. Very thoroughly.

He grabbed the flannel and the soap and got a nice lather going on it. Then, their lips still attached, he started wiping her down in a massaging fashion.

"Mmm, that's not where I'm the dirtiest," Ginny purred.

Wow, Harry thought. If they made a milder option for that candle, then he might be interested. As it was, it induced an entirely too rough reaction. It was too potent.

Ginny kept whimpering and purring, trying for force his hand down, push at his shoulders so that he would go down on his knees. "I need it," she whined. "Use your mouth on me. Don't you like fucking me in the shower?"

Under normal circumstances he would have already had her backed up against the tiles again from the many things she was saying and how she was throwing herself at him, begging for it. Right now though, he was completely useless between his legs.

He kept rubbing her down and lathering up more soap on the flannel, rubbing down her arms, back, front. When he knelt down between her legs she made this truly satisfied sound and lifted one of her legs onto the side of the tub. He resisted the urge though and kept right on rubbing her down, save for her sex.

"You're teasing me," she protested, her hands cupping her breasts and putting on a very lovely show for him.

Watching her touching herself gave him an idea. "Yeah, yeah I am. I want to watch you," he told her. He stood up and took the detachable shower head down. "Lay down with me and show me just how you want to be handled."

He stretched out in the bath and she came to lay on him, giving an extra wiggle of her bum against his front as she settled in, and he prayed this would work. He didn't know if he could risk getting in contact with the potion again, he already felt ready to crawl under the covers and recover.

Her head was resting back on his shoulder and her hands started travelling south. "You won't get the best show from this angle." She nipped at his earlobe.

"Oh, I'm still going to enjoy this," he told her honestly. It was hot watching her get herself off. Him making demands of her normally got her riled up too. "Now get those fingers of yours down to your clit."

She did as he asked and hummed, relaxing against him. Harry held up the shower head and directed it between her legs.

"Oh, yes, move that up and down for me." Her fingers started working quite fast and she got both hands involved in the process. It was rather mesmerizing for him to watch the way her hips were moving and her hands moving like they were.

As she worked away, the sounds she was making grew less and less loud.

"Harry?" she breathed out. "I really want to cum."

The way she said that, it wasn't like how she'd been talking before, it was the usual tone she used when they were in bed together.

"Can you?" she asked.

"You've got to do it," he told her apologetically.

If she was starting to come back to herself that he knew that she understood that their behavior tonight had been spurred on by something, and that something was now wearing off.

There was the sound of a door closing in the distance that he heard through the noise of the shower and his head turned towards the bathroom door in alarm.

He'd locked the Floo, he remembered that. His doors were always locked, the only people that had a key were himself, Ginny and Ron and Hermione had one.

From the heavy set footsteps he wanted to give a groan of frustration. It was Ron.

"Harry?" Ron called from the other side of the door, giving a light knock.

"Don't come in here," Harry warned him. "And you," he whispered to Ginny, "be extra quiet." She bit her lip and nodded, still not stopping her hands and now arching her back from the pleasure.

"Yeah, I don't want to know," Ron snorted, like he'd heard from Brooks what had gone on. "Just wanted to let you know that showering it off is supposed to help you recover. So, good job. And another, I've put a replenishment potion on the table by your front door. Apparently, you'll need that." He was laughing.

"Guess it's too bad Ginny doesn't live here yet, eh?" Ron joked.

Harry saw Ginny open her mouth, whether it was to give a retort or a loud moan, he didn't know, he just clamped a hand over her mouth.

"Yeah, thanks, but you can bugger off now," Harry called back at him.

"So close," Ginny whispered through his fingers, only using one hand on her clit now, the other was bracing herself on the side of the tub.

"You sure you're okay?" Ron asked. "I mean, I've heard some things about going blind."

He might have carried on talking, but Ginny arching back and crying out her finish shut him up real fast.

"Was that-"

"Ron, bugger off!" Ginny yelled at him.

Then came the sounds of footsteps moving quickly away down the hall and the door shutting.

He and Ginny chuckled over that but in their exhausted state, that didn't last too long.

Harry reached up to shut the shower nozzle off with his toes.

"You okay?" he whispered, giving her a kiss to her shoulder. She didn't respond to him immediately. "I'm so sorry," he told her. "I didn't think you were going to be here. There was this lust candle or something that went wrong, I wound up getting some of the wax on me and came home straight away. Thought I was going to wind up wanking all night, but then when I heard you, I just… I didn't have any control."

He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, trying to show her how sorry he was. She lay her arms over his and traced her fingers up and down his forearm.

"It was a surprise, I'll give you that. What you did in the kitchen. It was… rough. But, it was also, kind of, hot."

"Hot," he repeated.

She shifted against him, like she was settling in closer. "Hot," she said again. "I like our sex life, Harry, but having you come home and ravage me like that? It was, yeah, it was hot."

"I… all of it?" he had to ask. He'd had her several different ways and had still been begging for more until they got into the shower.

She turned her head and gave him a kiss just below his ear. "All of it," she purred. Then she rested her head back again. "But don't even think about touching me again for two days, minimum."

He chuckled at that. "Don't worry, I can already feel how much I need a break. But how about a nice massage when we wake up tomorrow?"

"So long as you aren't touching my lady bits, okay."

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