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Fulfilling Harry’s Needs Ch.23 (Harry Potter)
🕑 Added 2023-05-09 02:50:38 +0000 UTCA/N: Pretty heavy pregnancy kink in this chapter. Also, last one with Hermione for awhile
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.
Comments
Markus Ellis
Yep
Kevin Thunder
So was she knocked up?
Kevin Thunder
Yeah, Harry can steal her from Draco. Make her his whore, like he did Hermione. Daphne can be the wifey with Ginny.
Sam
FUCK YES!!!! KNOCK HER UP HARRY!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA
Markus Ellis
Until Chapter 30, this story is under commission. After that, I'll be free to choose my own plot. Daphne is one of my favorites to write, so I'm sure I'll find a way to put her in.
Drake Serr
I know that you already plan on having Astoria join, but can you also add her sister Daphne as well?
