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Fulfilling Harry’s Needs Ch.10 (Harry Potter)
🕑 Added 2022-11-23 01:25:45 +0000 UTCA/N: So I've been around British accents for a couple of days now. And the way they say 'water' makes me feel attacked. It's so properly pronounced that I started to mimic them in shame lmao
Two hours.
It had been two long hours since her mum left, and all Ginny had heard in that time was Harry imprinting the shape of his cock into Hermione’s pussy. It got to a point where Ginny was even a little sorry for how her brunette friend must be feeling.
Ginny had gone through this experience many times when Harry had been particularly insatiable. While her man knew how to fuck, there was a point when it went on for far longer than ideal. It was usually rare, near impossible, for a witch to be fucked bowlegged, but Harry seemed to make it a point to show how common it could be.
“oh! oH! OH! HARRRIII!”
Ginny heard her fiancé grunt like a savage over Hermione’s screams. The redhead would have plunged her fingers into her wet cunt in the same rhythm as the heavy smacks of Harry’s hips meeting Hermione’s arse, but it was far too sensitive from the fingering over the past few hours.
There was no hiding it anymore. Ginny couldn’t even if she wanted to. She sat on the couch listening to Hermione and Harry fuck like rabbits. On top of that, Ginny had played with herself and finished multiple times. Hermione and her mum had been right about their suspicions.
Ginny liked seeing Harry fuck other women. She liked it a little too much with how easily she came around her own fingers. Since Harry was a randy, sex-addicted man that Ginny couldn’t keep satisfied, she supposed it was for the best that she liked to see him demolish other witches.
When the sound of Hermione’s cunt getting ruthlessly pounded stopped, Ginny’s ears perked up to hear what her studly fiancé would do next. Would Hermione start gagging? Ginny knew Harry loved seeing her lips stretched around his cock and didn’t think it would be any different with Hermione. Surely he wanted to ruin the brunette for Ron in that way too.
But to Ginny’s surprise, the door opened to reveal Harry walking out wearing only a satisfied smile. A look that made Ginny’s cunt ache for his cock. Even with it clearly dripping with the juices from another witch’s pussy.
“Oh, Gin,” Harry didn’t miss a beat when he saw Ginny staring right at him, “Molly already left?”
“Hmm, I suppose you want to have my mother again?”
Harry paused, a little surprised when he saw no anger behind those words.
“Oh, come here,” Ginny beckoned Harry with a pat on the cushion. After a suddenly wary fiancé took his place next to her, Ginny casually said, “You look happier than usual.”
“Uh, yeah?” Harry’s high from getting to fuck Hermione was quickly coming down, “Er, you’re not angry, right? You were the one that told me to do this.”
“I’m not,” Ginny emphasized by snuggling up to Harry’s side, taking a deep whiff of the scent of sex all over him, “I just realized something.”
“… You did?”
“I did,” Ginny nodded into Harry’s chest, running her nose over what she suspected were Hermione’s juices. Merlin knows how it got all the way up there since she was sure Harry never took a break from fucking Hermione to eat her out.
Before Harry could ask what she meant, Ginny suddenly changed the subject. “Don’t tell me Hermione is unconscious in there. You shouldn’t do that to her right at the start. How could she ever be satisfied with Ron after that?”
Harry blinked at the amused tone Ginny had. He was getting quite the whiplash from her changing moods. Revealing what he was doing with Molly made her rightly furious, but the next day, instead of bringing down the hammer, Ginny suddenly told Harry he could fuck Molly as he pleased. A couple hours later, she furiously ordered him to fuck Hermione… though why Ginny did so was lost on Harry.
Now she was cuddling up to Harry while he obviously had evidence of Hermione’s explosive orgasms all over him. Not that Harry was complaining, of course, but it was still hard to grasp Ginny’s mood with what was going on.
“Harry?” Ginny poked him in the side when he didn’t answer her.
Harry didn’t need to answer Ginny because Hermione walked out of the room. Well, saying the word walk was a stretch.
Limping is a better word to describe what Hermione was doing. Limping along with a dopey smile on her face.
“Looking good, Hermione.”
Harry gave Ginny another wary look at her comment before turning to Hermione with an appreciative gaze, admiring how his work was displayed.
Hermione’s sweat-soaked shirt clung to her slender frame, highlighting her perky, handful-sized breasts and flat stomach. And more importantly, the oversized shirt acted like a tease, revealing all but the last bit of her smooth thighs. It also didn’t do anything to hide the thick stream of cum slowly running down her legs, with occasional globs escaping her overfilled pussy.
“You’re amazing for taking that beast every day, Ginny,” Hermione rasped with a hoarse throat from the screaming she had done. She didn’t try to hide her envy at Ginny’s ability.
“I know,” Ginny wrapped her hand around Harry’s fat cock, “It takes some practice to handle this monster.”
Harry did his best to seem invisible, even with his cock being used as a prop. Whatever Ginny’s mood seemed to be, it was definitely in his favor.
Hermione seemed conflicted as she stared at Harry’s rapidly hardening cock. It was like she was debating if it was worth the additional stress she would be giving her sore cunt if that cock battered its way into her womb again.
“You shouldn’t,” Ginny broke Hermione’s slow-forming, ill-advised plan, “It might be tempting to give him another go, but you won’t be able to walk without explaining what happened to a healer.”
“Oh,” Hermione reluctantly tore her gaze away from Harry, “I suppose I should head home then.”
“Er, as much as I love how you look right now, shouldn’t you get cleaned up before that?” Harry couldn’t help but break his silence. While Ron might be like Arthur with his odd fetish, knowing Hermione was fucking Harry was vastly different from seeing the evidence all over her body.
“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that,” Hermione quickly went back to Ginny, “So I see you’re not angry anymore.”
“You were right,” Ginny replied without explaining further. Harry was the only one that seemed clueless about what they were talking about. Not that he was complaining.
Ginny and Hermione getting along was fantastic for him, especially with the state Hermione was in.
“I told you!” Hermione said with a giant grin before wincing when her movement caused her soreness to flare up, “Right, I think I better head back home before I try something stupid.”
Harry still wanted to try and get Hermione to clean up, but he couldn’t lie and say that a small part of him didn’t love that she was returning to Ron in this state. It was a sick, depraved part of him that Harry pretended didn’t exist. Even with what he was doing with Molly and Ginny.
“Have fun,” Ginny said with a snicker, “And I don’t want to know how much sadder my brother could get. So spare me the gossip, please.”
Hermione limped over to the floo, and right before she left, she said, “No.”
Ginny rolled her eyes when the flash of green fire took Hermione out of Potter Manor before she could say anything in reply. While Ginny was annoyed that she would get to know Ron even more than she already unfortunately knew, there was a cock that was demanding her attention in her palm.
Harry watched his fiancee bend down and smooched the tip of his cock before a shiver ran through her body.
“I can still taste her on you.”
Harry didn’t think it was possible to get as hard as he just did. Reshaping Molly’s cunt and splitting Hermione’s illegally tight pussy open was fantastic. Still, a simple sentence from Ginny overtook all of that.
“Oh? You liked that,” Ginny kept a steady pace of stroking his shaft, “You liked that I could taste another witch on your cock. What does that say about you?”
That question might have been rhetorical, but Harry answered it anyway. “I like that my beautiful fiancee doesn’t mind tasting our friend on me?”
“Obviously,” Ginny rolled her eyes, “We’re a perfect pair, aren’t we. You have this relentless sex drive that would probably satisfy multiple witches simultaneously, and I just found that I like, no love, to see you doing that.”
“You do?” Harry asked dumbly.
“No, Harry,” Ginny said sarcastically, “I hate tasting Hermione on your cock so much.”
Ginny followed that up by forcing his wide cockhead past her lips and licking up the leftover juices from Hermione’s cunt before pulling off with a loud pop. “See? I hate it so much.”
“Fucking hell… Ginny, I didn’t think I could love you more than I already did.”
“I should be insulted,” Ginny kissed Harry’s cock again, “But instead of getting angry, I’d rather get fucked. Could you help me with that?”
Harry spent most of the morning balls deep inside Molly’s cunt, and the rest of it splitting open Hermione’s ridiculously tight pussy. It was only fitting that Ginny get the same treatment. And besides, Harry didn’t think his cock would go down without his balls emptied again.
[Break]
Ron had never felt so indecisive. Since he had flooed back from Bill’s place, Ron had been wandering around the house without much of a clue of what to do. However, it’s not about what he was initially worried about.
Ron wasn’t conflicted about Hermione going through with this. He wanted her to sleep with Harry. Once he got past the superficial jealousy that popped up at the thought, all Ron felt was an intense desire to see Hermione fucked and satisfied.
The thing he was waffling on was where he should be when Hermione came back. Ron initially thought the bedroom was the best choice to give Hermione some privacy, but that was a load of rubbish. The only reason to stay in the bedroom was to avoid seeing what choice she had made with Harry. Since Ron was committed to this, he wanted to see Hermione right when she returned.
That was why he sat on the couch and stared intently at the fireplace. Ron’s cock was rock hard as he thought about what Hermione would tell him. With what Harry revealed at the party, Ron couldn’t see his best mate deny the chance to absolutely wreck his girl.
Ron didn’t have to wait for long to satisfy his curiosity. He wasn’t sure what happened when Hermione stepped through the floo, but all Ron knew was that his mind went blank.
This went beyond Ron’s wildest imagination. He thought that, at best, Hermione might come back home with a few visible hickeys here and there, but never did Ron think there would be rivers of cum running down Hermione’s legs.
“Oh, Ron,” Hermione said far too casually, “You’re awake. I stopped by Harry’s place for a talk. Are you hungry? I made some pancakes earlier.”
Ron’s words were stuck in his throat when he saw Hermione visibly limp over to the kitchen. Not only that, but there were clear handprints on her upper thighs. There was no doubt of what happened at Potter Manor. Harry took Hermione for himself and left the evidence all over her.
Ron was still staring at his freshly fucked Hermione in a daze when she placed a plate in his hands.
“I’ll go get cleaned up while you eat. I’m a right mess. Honestly, you’d think Harry would be done after filling me with his cum the first few times.”
Ron was vaguely aware that he made some sort of sound in response. He stared after the limping Hermione as she went upstairs, eyeing the seemingly endless stream of cum dripping from under that oversized shirt.
The second Hermione was out of view, the plate of pancakes broke on the floor as Ron plunged his hand into his trousers to give his aching cock some relief. He couldn’t believe Hermione had the stones to act like she hadn’t cheated on him! Especially when she had Harry’s seed pouring out of her filled pussy. Then again, was it cheating when Ron pushed her to do it?
Ron’s eyes closed as he felt his cock about to blow its load. A load that he was very aware was much smaller than what Harry had split into Hermione.
What Ron didn’t know was that Hermione didn’t go into their room to clean up immediately. She might have seemed uncaring about letting Ron see her in such a state, but her heart was pounding in her chest. Ron had told Hermione that he wanted her to sleep with Harry, but the actual test was how he would react.
Hermione put up a silencing spell just outside Ron’s sight so she would be utterly undetectable while also being able to hear what he would do. When Hermione heard a plate clatter on the floor, her heart sank, thinking that Ron was furious. Until she listened to what followed after.
“-ore!”
Hermione frowned and limped closer to the top of the stairs to hear Ron more clearly.
“Letting my mate cum inside you. Only a whore would do that!”
Hermione stilled, fearing that she had gone too far, until she heard a faint noise that was familiar.
“Fuck! Hermione!” Ron grunted loudly.
It felt like the sweetest relief, though a hint of annoyance still accompanied it. Hermione knew that tone. Ron only sounded like that when he was about to cum. That meant he approved of what he saw on Hermione, but calling her a whore was a bit much.
Hermione knew for a fact that Harry could now get her to spread her legs by simply asking, but that didn’t make her a whore. Just a slut.
Surprisingly, she didn’t think she minded that label. Something that was unthinkable a short few weeks ago.
With a much more relaxed mind, Hermione did as she told Ron and made herself presentable. It took longer than it should have since Hermione couldn’t help but taste Harry’s cum as she tried to empty her creampied cunt, but eventually, Hermione was heading back down the stairs.
She found herself staring at Ron with disgust at the state she found him in. Slumped on the couch with a hand around his limp cock and his ejaculate all over his trousers.
“Really, Ron? Did you have to make such a mess?”
Ron stirred to see Hermione glaring down at him with her hands on her hips. He supposed he should feel some shame that she was seeing him like this, but after remembering the globs of cum running down her legs, Ron found he didn’t care.
When Ron’s cock started to get hard again, Hermione was honestly offended. He had never been able to go more than once with her.
“So seeing what Harry did to me is more arousing to you than actually making love to me?” Hermione sneered at Ron when he started to blatantly stroke his cock.
“Tell me,” Ron stared into Hermione’s eyes, “What did you do with Harry.”
All doubts that Hermione had left were gone. If Ron was like this, then there was likely no need to worry about any sort of regret.
Hermione didn’t know a mocking smile was forming on her lips, but Ron could obviously see it, which only made his cock harder. He had already spilled his cum a couple of times before Hermione came back down, and his cock was actually throbbing in pain from the overuse.
That didn’t stop Ron from trying to find another release. Hermione described how Harry spread her pussy with his fat cock and how it had reached places inside her that had been previously untouched.
When Hermione started telling Ron how Harry used her as a convenient hole to dump his seed, Ron clenched his jaw and lifted his hips. He tried to fuck his own hand as his empty balls tried to squeeze out the last bits of cum left inside.
All Ron accomplished was a dry orgasm and collapsed into the couch limply, fainting from the strain of cumming multiple times in a row.
Hermione paused the story of how Harry wrecked her and stared at her boyfriend. She couldn’t help but compare Ron to Harry, and unfortunately, the redhead was found lacking.
But that was alright. Sex wasn’t the only reason Hermione loved Ron. So what if Harry could fuck her better than Ron ever could? Hermione had a loving boyfriend that would let her have the best of both worlds.
Hermione would always be Ron’s girl, but she would also be Harry’s slut.
