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Fulfilling Harry’s Needs Ch.11 (Harry Potter)
🕑 Added 2022-12-01 08:31:42 +0000 UTCGinny 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 option.
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.
