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Fulfilling Harry’s Needs Ch.16 (Harry Potter)
🕑 Added 2023-01-09 11:01:16 +0000 UTC“That was too much, Harry!”
Harry pretended to listen intently while thinking about what to do next. Going to a Cannons game was always depressing for his soul.
“Think about what it could do to your reputation if you were caught. Just because I’m fine with you using Hermione does not mean you can do that in public!”
Harry hummed as if he was agreeing. He supposed he could check out the new broom that was released by Nimbus. The initial reviews said it was as fast as the Firebolt but even more maneuverable.
“Harry! Are you listening to me?!”
Harry nodded absently as he wondered if it was worth it to buy the broom. He didn’t have much time to fly these days. But then again, that was just an excuse since he could make time whenever he wanted.
“Oi!” Ron felt a bit of pity and alerted Harry by slapping him on the shoulder.
Harry blinked and looked at Ron, who motioned toward Ginny. His redheaded fiancee looked like she was trying to burn a hole through him with the amount of anger in her gaze.
“Er, that’s a great idea, Gin,” Harry hoped that agreeing with whatever Ginny was saying would get her anger to go down. Unfortunately, the opposite happened.
“Harry! I swear, I will hex your bollocks off!”
Harry stepped away automatically in fear. Hermione obviously didn’t feel the same way.
“No, you won’t,” Hermione said with a smile, “And if you tried, you’d have to get through me. I need those, you know.”
Ginny narrowed her eyes, barely believing the audacity of her friend. Just because of their new arrangement, it didn’t mean she could talk so freely. It would have been less infuriating if Ginny’s stupid brother wasn’t nodding like a fool next to his adulterous girlfriend.
Ginny rubbed her forehead in frustration and knew she had to escape them if she wanted to stave off a headache. Harry was doing precisely what she had hoped to avoid when she gave him permission to take her mum and Hermione. The whole point of this was to protect their reputation.
Ginny stared at Hermione for a second, wondering how the brunette could look so put-together after what she had seen her do. She almost admired Hermione’s ability to throat Harry’s cock and look unfazed a few minutes later. Before Ginny’s thoughts could wander even further, she pulled herself together and refocused her frustration.
“Harry, don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone. I don’t want to hear that you were caught fucking Hermione in the middle of my practice.”
Harry couldn’t get in a word before Ginny walked away from them in a rush. He wondered if he had taken it too far but figured that Ginny would be fine after he explained the precautions he had put up.
… Maybe he should come up with something better than hastily putting up spells the next time he wants to have some fun in public. Ginny wasn’t wrong when she got angry.
“She’ll get over it, mate. Don’t worry too much about it,” Ron patted Harry on the shoulder and comforted him.
That was what best mates should do, but Harry was aware that Ron was supporting him for face-fucking Hermione when a mistake could make it front page news.
It was still odd for Harry, having Ron be so comfortable with what was happening.
“Stop encouraging him, Ron,” Hermione interjected, “Ginny’s in the right here.”
Harry and Ron looked at Hermione in unison with raised eyebrows.
“Er, Hermione, did you forget what you were doing a couple minutes ago?” Ron certainly didn’t. In fact, he couldn’t. The image of his beautiful Hermione choking down Harry’s cum was imprinted in his memory for use later.
“Honestly, Ron, how could I forget that? I still feel the soreness with how much Harry stretched my throat,” Hermione’s matter-of-fact tone made Harry want to do it again.
“Right, let’s stop talking about this before I pull Hermione to a corner and make her get on her knees.” Harry thought this threat might make his friends shut their mouths, but he didn’t have regular friends, did he?
Ron had a look on his face that said he was considering letting Harry follow on his threat, and Hermione simply looked eager. As much as Harry would love to do as he threatened, he wanted to give Ginny’s words some respect.
Harry cleared his throat and looked away to distract himself. He conveniently caught Draco and his wife whispering furiously at each other. He would have ignored it if they hadn’t glanced at him multiple times while doing that.
“Hermione, what did Draco want again?” Harry didn’t try to hide that he was staring at the Malfoys, not caring if the people in question noticed.
“Nothing much, just a routine deal that wouldn’t make much of a difference for you,” Hermione happily explained, glad Harry was showing some interest no matter the reason.
“Huh, I didn’t think he was that desperate.”
“That’s what the slimy snake deserves!” Ron sounded just a little too happy, even for Harry, who was no fan of Draco.
“Slimy snake?” Harry chuckled, “Nice one, mate. I think I heard a second-year say that once.”
Ron shrugged, unapologetic about his choice of insults. Even if he knew the house they were sorted in didn’t mean much after school, Ron couldn’t help but hold a grudge against the Slytherins.
“Jokes aside, Draco’s only doing this because of Astoria. She’s threatening to leave him if House Malfoy isn’t stable financially.”
Harry took in what Hermione said and finally understood why Malfoy was willing to come to him. If he was in Malfoy’s position, he’d do the same. After all, if Harry had been unfortunate to be born as Draco, he wouldn’t have had the privilege of dating Ginny and all the benefits that came along with her.
“Tch,” Ron frowned as he stared at Astoria, “That git doesn’t deserve a fit bird like her. Don’t help him, Harry.”
Hermione didn’t look offended that Ron was admiring another witch right in front of her. She couldn’t deny that Astoria deserved a second or even third look. The purebloods often claimed to have superior breeding, all ridiculous, of course, but Astoria would be one of the few where it wouldn’t be a lie.
Hermione was vaguely aware that Astoria was a top scorer in Hogwarts, enough that she was quickly accepted into the notoriously difficult research wing of the Ministry. Hermione wasn’t in the Ministry herself but dealt with enough people in the government that she had heard of the brilliant newcomer.
Leaving aside Astoria’s magical capabilities, Hermione also had to admit that she had to be one of the most attractive women she had seen.
“I wasn’t,” Harry commented as he watched the Malfoys walk away, “Unless you have a plan, Hermione?”
“Not really,” Hermione shook her head, “There’s a slight chance of something happening, but Draco was particularly against it.”
“Huh…” Harry gave Hermione a long look but failed to get anything from her. He could just ask and knew the brunette would happily tell him. However, Harry enjoyed the frustration on Hermione’s face when he didn’t push, so why change it now.
Hermione huffed and rolled her eyes, “You’ll have to ask me about the details someday, Harry.”
“Probably, but until then, I’ll enjoy annoying you.”
Hermione narrowed her eyes, having half a mind to quit right then to teach him a lesson, but she couldn’t do that to Harry… and the prat knew that.
“You know what, I think we’re going to head back. Aren’t we, Ron?”
“What?” Ron yelped in protest, “Why? I wanted to see the new broom that was released.”
Harry nodded in agreement, happy that his mate was of the same mind.
“Ron,” Hermione grabbed her boyfriend’s arm, “We’re going back. Harry’s being far too annoying right now.”
“Hey!” Harry protested uselessly as Hermione dragged Ron away from him. He was left standing alone, regretting being a little shit for no reason.
He wanted to follow them, simply to have the option to have some more fun with Hermione if the mood came up, but a last glare the brunette shot Harry before apparating changed his mind.
It might be best to let her cool down before trying anything else.
Harry debated on what to do next. He didn’t particularly want to head back home since it was empty, nor did he want to check out the new Nimbus without Ron. He really started to regret pissing Hermione off.
Which made Harry remember someone he hadn’t seen in a few days. Hermione wasn’t the only woman he was fucking on the side. As Harry walked to the apparition point, a slow smile formed on his lips.
[Break]
“I’ll be back in a few, Molly!”
“Remember to get treacle tart!” Molly yelled back as she washed the dishes in the kitchen. She could easily use magic to help her do it, but sometimes using her hands was cathartic. Molly had been thinking of her daughter recently.
Ginny still hadn’t said much to her since that day in Potter Manor, and Molly didn’t blame her.
After she wasn’t involved in a swirl of lustful emotions, Molly realized that she had gone too far. Teasing her daughter after sleeping with her future son-in-law was too much, even if they had permission. Especially since it was all so new.
Of course, that didn’t stop Molly from getting her fair share of Harry's cock whenever possible, but it was done with much more discretion.
Molly placed the newly cleaned plates in the rack when she heard a sharp crack announcing the arrival of someone by apparition. She figured that Arthur had come back because he had forgotten something. It hadn’t been the first time that had happened.
Only a few people had permission to apparate into The Burrow in the first place. And nobody dared to do so if they didn’t, so Molly didn’t have a reason to suspect anything else.
“Did you forget the galleons, honey?” Molly yelled as she wiped her hands with a towel, “It should be on the dresser!”
“Honey? That’s the first time you’ve called me that.”
Molly gasped in shock and twisted in place to see Harry staring at her with wicked eyes.
“Harry! What’re you doing here?”
Harry took in Molly’s figure, wondering why he had spent so many days away from her. Well, Hermione was the obvious answer.
“Ginny’s off with her team for practice, and Hermione is more likely to throw a curse at me instead of saying hello.”
“So I’m the backup, am I?” Molly didn’t sound offended as she said that. She didn’t mind who Harry spent most of his time with, especially if it was her daughter.
“What if you are?” Harry wondered what Molly would say since she didn’t seem to mind. He knew Hermione would be beyond angry if he said that to her.
“As long as I get some of your fat cock, I don’t care.”
Harry found Molly’s level of freeness attractive, not that she needed it. He was already rearing to bury his face between those massive tits and feel that tight cunt around his cock.
“So, I’m guessing Arthur isn’t here?” Harry said as he walked closer to Molly. He didn’t know it before, but apparently, he had a thing for women in aprons. Or maybe it was just Molly.
After all, it highlighted her tiny waist and large breasts with how tight it was on her body. Harry only got a glimpse before Molly turned around, but he knew her arse looked equally fantastic.
“He went out to do some errands,” Molly had a slight smile on her lips and didn’t move when Harry entered her personal space, “You wouldn’t do anything my Arthur wouldn’t like, would you?”
Harry put his hands on Molly’s curvy hips, keeping her in place while pressing himself into her soft body. “Anything Arthur wouldn’t like? So I should leave you drooling on the floor for him to find later? I’m sure he would be disappointed if I didn’t.”
Molly’s smile grew wider, and she didn’t deny it. She was sure her Arthur would be happy to find her like that, and more importantly, so would she. Molly tensed briefly when Harry moved his hands from her hips to her arse.
“Fucking hell, Molly,” Harry clamped his hands tighter on her soft cheeks, “I missed this fat arse of yours.”
“I can tell,” Molly moved her hands between their bodies to run her fingers over the tubular bulge begging to be released, “And I missed this. Did my poor daughter have to take care of it all alone?”
Molly giggled when she felt Harry’s cock twitch under her hands. “Oh right, you had Hermione to help you too. But those girls don’t have what I do.”
Harry wanted to rip off the clothes on the MILF and get his cock into her depths. Molly was right when she said Ginny and Hermione didn’t have what she did. Specifically, the ridiculous proportions that her body possessed. Harry had missed the feeling of bouncing her fat arse on his cock while playing with her massive tits.
Ginny came the closest to her mum but didn’t quite match the voluptuousness. That was alright. Harry would fuck baby after baby into his redheaded fiancee until she did.
“Fuck it,” Harry muttered before casually tearing the apron off Molly’s body and lifting her sundress. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you knew I was coming by.”
Molly moaned when Harry smacked her bare arsecheeks. She bit her lips to stifle any further sounds as her lower lips were teased by his fingers. Molly didn’t know about Harry’s intention to come over. It was simply a coincidence that she didn’t wear underwear today. Molly wanted to push Arthur over the edge and make him bend her over, but Harry got the benefits.
“This was for my husband,” Molly gasped as Harry started to fingerfuck her cunt, “You just got lucky.”
Harry’s gaze darkened as he felt her pussy gushing around his fingers. He could easily fuck her right now and finish before Arthur could walk in on them, but those tits deserve a cock like his between them. Harry wanted to fuck them like they deserved.
“When’s Arthur coming back?” Harry asked as he started to hump his stiff cock into Molly’s stroking hands.
“It shouldn’t be too long,” Molly rubbed the growing wet spot at the tip of Harry’s cock, “What are you planning, Harry?”
Harry ignored Molly, who was getting increasingly aroused. He didn’t intend to do what she was thinking. Harry wanted to leave before Arthur returned, finding the idea of him walking in on his wife lying on the floor with cum gushing out of her pussy exciting.
Harry gave Molly’s tits a silent promise to use them next time. He stopped mauling her cheeks and shifted his hands to grab onto her legs below her bulging arse. Molly squeaked in shock when she found herself lifted into wrapping her legs around Harry’s body.
She looked down into Harry’s green eyes and shivered at the intense gaze aimed at her. Molly had her arms loosely circled around his neck as he adjusted himself below.
“Oh!” Molly gasped when she felt a warm shaft swipe along her wet slit, “What’s the rush? I wanted to taste your cock before you fucked me.”
Harry grunted as his cock grew harder. His manhood still had Hermione’s spit lightly coating it, and he loved the thought of Molly adding to it before fucking her. But he had to finish this quickly.
“Your cunt is wet enough to take my cock,” Harry purposely misunderstood what Molly meant, “Besides, Hermione gave me a throat job while we were at the Cannons game. Your future daughter-in-law inadvertently helped you take my cock. How do you feel about that?”
Molly’s jaw dropped as she gripped Harry’s head, smothering him into her massive tits. Her pussy was ruthlessly split open without warning by a fat cock that had been absent the past few days.
“OH!” Molly screamed shrilly, “SLOWLY, HARRY!”
Harry licked around Molly’s exposed cleavage as he ignored her plea and pulled his cock out before fucking back in, fighting against the tightness of her cunt. He moaned into her soft tits as his balls bounced off Molly’s arse before repeating his thrust.
The sound of his hips slamming into Molly’s fat arse filled the kitchen. The wet smacks of flesh meeting each other and Molly’s rippling cheeks clapping repeatedly motivated Harry to ruin her cunt before he left.
His cock was dripping wet from Molly’s arousal, with frequent sprays of femcum from the orgasms she experienced only helped lubricate the shaft to help him fuck her faster. Harry started to use his grip on her arse to slam her down to meet his rough thrusts.
“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”
Molly was stuck on one word, but that word was enough to explain everything happening to her. Harry once again owned her cunt like it was his to begin with. Molly knew it wouldn’t end without her future son-in-law depositing his baby batter deep into her pussy.
Harry’s face was red from the effort he put into demolishing Molly’s cunt. He snapped his hips up into Molly’s descending pussy and groaned into her cleavage when he felt his balls screaming to release their load.
Harry would have tried to hold back if he wanted to fuck Molly for longer, but this was perfect timing for what he intended. Harry sucked on the top of Molly’s tits, hoping to leave a bruise in some sort of primitive instinct of ownership.
“That it, baby,” Molly wasn’t screaming for once, being far too tired to be any louder, “Cum for me. Let everything you have out inside my tight cunt.”
Harry pulled away from Molly’s tits with a loud pop, leaving it slathering with his spit, and captured her lips in a tongue-filled kiss.
Molly moaned into Harry’s mouth as she felt a familiar warmth fill her pussy. As expected, it didn’t stop until it felt like the cock plugging her stretched hole could no longer hold in the creampie she received.
Harry let Molly unwrap her legs and pulled her up slightly to take his cock out of her pussy, immediately making the cum filling it escape and run down her legs. Molly didn’t seem bothered by it and was more focused on trying to stand upright without losing the strength in her legs.
“Thanks for that, Molly,” Harry said as he ticked himself back in his trousers and adjusted himself to make himself as comfortable as possible, “I needed that.”
Molly stumbled back to lean on the counter, watching as Harry casually erased any signs of sex on his clothes.
“I’ll be coming by more often, don’t want to go this long without your tits,” Harry said with a smile as he walked forward to give Molly another deep kiss and squeezed her arse before leaving.
Molly stared after Harry in a daze, fighting with herself so she wouldn’t chase after him for another round.
Luckily, she heard Arthur apparate in a few seconds after Harry left. Molly looked down at herself, lifted her dress slightly, revealing her upper thighs, and pulled down the top, highlighting the hickey Harry’s left on her tits.
Arthur liked it when she looked like a slut, and Molly loved being one for him.
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