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Fulfilling Harry’s Needs Ch.12 (Harry Potter)
🕑 Added 2022-12-03 10:50:42 +0000 UTCRon 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.
Comments
Markus Ellis
It'd be more of a kink about the possibility rather than it actually happening. Of course, that might change as the story goes on.
Daniel
Do you plan on including pregnancy? I really hope so.
