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Fulfilling Harry’s Needs Ch.13 (Harry Potter)
🕑 Added 2022-12-08 05:02:10 +0000 UTCGinny sighed as Harry slowly pumped into her dripping cunt. She was already at the edge, about to orgasm around her fiancé’s cock at any moment.
Ginny didn’t know exactly what happened at Ron’s house yesterday, but ever since Harry came back, he had been smiling like an idiot. Not only that, but he was eager to make love to her all day. Something Ginny had to deny Harry since she had still been sore as all hell. But he couldn’t be rejected the following morning. Luckily, Ginny was ready for him.
There was something about staring into Harry’s eyes as he slowly and repeatedly split her tight pussy open with his massive cock. For most other witches, this wouldn’t be called making love but more along the lines of reshaping their cunt. However, Ginny knew when Harry meant to go to that length, and this certainly wasn’t it. One of the most apparent signs would be her blubbering in pleasure while her pussy sprayed out continuous orgasms instead of the gentle ones she was experiencing.
Ginny moaned when Harry thrust his cock into her cervix and pulled back to scrape past her g-spot. She dragged her nails down his back and wrapped her legs around his hips to pull him deeper into her.
“I’m cumming,” Ginny mewled in Harry’s ear before shuddering while her eyes fluttered closed. She tried her best to milk the cum out of his balls but knew it was unlikely to happen. Ginny fell limply back on the bed and unwrapped herself from Harry, much to his displeasure.
“Just a little more, Gin,” Harry was hard as steel inside her, “I’m almost there.”
Ginny wanted to finish Harry, she really did, but he had almost blown her back out yesterday. The main reason she told him to go to Ron’s. The thing was, Ginny was almost at that point again. She could push to keep going until Harry cums inside her, but a wicked idea came to the front of her mind.
“I’m sorry, Harry,” Ginny gasped dramatically as she pushed him away, “I underestimated how sore I’d still be. I can’t keep going.”
“Gin, you can’t be serious!” Harry raised his voice in disbelief. His cock was nowhere close to being satisfied. It was painfully hard.
“Sorry,” Ginny repeated sheepishly, “Maybe Hermione could help? I know she’s going to be home today.”
Harry stared at his fiancée for a brief moment before rushing off the bed and flooing to Ron’s without a stitch of clothing. Ginny was abruptly left alone in bed, but she wasn’t angry. In fact, she followed Harry’s steps quickly and stuck her head in the fireplace. Ginny hoped she would be able to see what Harry does, but listening would work just as well.
Luckily for her, Hermione happened to be in the living room, and with Harry’s urgency, Ginny got her wish. Her fingers slowly found their way into her wet cunt as she watched the show.
Hermione was massaging her neck, wondering when the discomfort would go away. Even though the spell she cast yesterday allowed her throat to expand to fit Harry’s cock, that didn’t mean she was immune to the aftereffects. Admittedly, it was an easy fix with rudimentary healing spells, but Hermione loved to see Ron harden at the sound of her hoarse voice. Getting reminded every time she talked of what Harry did must be torturous for him, in a good way.
Hermione wasn’t aware of the smile forming on her lips, not until someone unexpected revealed it to her.
“What’s making you so happy?”
Hermione flinched in surprise and took a step back before realizing it was Harry.
“Harry! What in the world are you doing?” Hermione stared at his attire, or rather lack thereof.
In all honesty, there was a part of Harry that felt ridiculous going to his mate’s place completely naked. Still, a more significant part was saying he was about to fuck Ron’s girl, so why does it matter. That made great sense in Harry’s mind.
“Well,” Harry’s walk toward Hermione was led by his cock, which was still dripping in Ginny’s juices, “Gin couldn’t finish me today, and I thought it would be perfect to use you to do the job.”
Hermione’s breath hitched as she stared at Harry’s lean body getting closer, wondering if this was what her worth had come down to. A tool to be used for Harry’s release.
“So,” Hermione gasped out when Harry grabbed her by the bum and pulled her into him, “Is this how you’re going to treat me from now on?”
Harry stilled, wondering where Hermione was going with this.
“A whore that you visit whenever you need your balls drained?”
Harry didn’t like the sound of that. It made Hermione seem far less than she actually was. It was true he was drilling her cunt like an insatiable beast, but that was more to do with getting out the pent-up lust Harry built up for her over the years.
Hermione glanced at the cock wilting on her thigh before looking up with a smirk. “Then again, when didn’t you take something from me?”
Harry paused at the rapid change of tone. All he could think was maybe he could still get some pussy.
“In school, it was always for my homework. With that mess with Voldemort, it was my loyalty. Should have known you’d go for my body next. Shame on you for making me pay less attention to Ron.”
“What in the name of Dudley’s fat arse is happening right now?” Harry muttered as Hermione got him hard again. His hands were still full of her fantastic bum, and all he really wanted to do was get her out of her clothes.
“So, er, you’re good then?” Harry asked, to Hermione's annoyance.
“Honestly, Harry,” Hermione said with a sigh, “You’re hopeless. That was supposed to be a bit of dirty talk.”
“Was it?” Harry certainly didn’t think so, “Very, uh, exciting stuff there.”
Hermione rolled her eyes and let it go. Even if Harry was shit at that, he at least had the cock to make up for it.
“Because I remember it quite differently,” Harry made Hermione squeak when he pushed his cock against her, “And it certainly wasn’t me taking anything from you.”
“Weren't you the one that always nagged me about homework?” Hermione moaned when Harry vanished her clothes and gripped her bare arse. “You insisted on coming along with me on the hunt.”
Harry paused for a second and gave her a thankful smile, “Which I appreciate greatly.” Hermione closed her eyes when Harry kissed her without the roughness she had come to expect.
“But,” Harry said when he pulled away from Hermione’s lips, “That doesn’t change that you wanted to. Just like how you are the one that wanted to act like a slut and cheat on my mate. I’m just doing my duty to make sure you don’t fuck around on him.”
Hermione made a little space between them to lightly stroke his cock with both hands. Everything Harry said was true. He didn’t ever make her do anything for him. It had always been Hermione herself who loved helping him. Maybe it was a way of repaying Harry after he saved her in the first year.
Hermione had to stop herself from snorting in amusement. That reminded her of the raunchy romance novels she had read. Of witches promising their loyalty and bodies to the wizards that saved them. That was pure fantasy, of course, but Hermione sometimes enjoyed that thought privately.
“How noble of you,” Hermione snickered, “It must be tough, protecting Ron by fucking me like I'm your slut.”
Harry pushed her hands away and grunted when he thrust his cock between Hermione’s thighs. He groped her tight arse as his shaft rubbed along her slick pussy. Harry stared into Hermione’s brown eyes, noticing she had gold flecks for the first time. Then again, he had been too busy destroying her pussy to catch it before.
“It is tough,” Harry’s balls bounced off Hermione’s soft thighs when he thrust into the makeshift gap, “Unbelievably tough. Why did my best friends have to be such freaks? It keeps me way too busy.”
Hermione was held in place as she was thigh fucked. Her hands were useless going up and down Harry's back as he used a part of her body that Hermione wasn’t aware could be used this way.
“Fucking hell,” Harry panted, “It seems right, doesn’t it?”
Hermione moaned when Harry’s shaft scraped against her clit. “What seems right?”
“Fucking you and all that,” Harry moved a hand lower on her arse and teased her pussy, “What’d they call us? Is it the Golden Trio or some nonsense? Makes sense that both Ron and I get to rail your tight cunt.”
Hermione shuddered and squeezed her thighs to try and trap Harry’s cock, attempting to stop her orgasm, but failed spectacularly. All it accomplished was getting her to the finish much faster.
“OH!” Hermione rested her head on Harry’s chest as she was held up by the grip on her arse. Harry’s shaft was lubricated by an explosive spray of Hermione’s juices as he kept fucking his cock between her thighs.
After a few seconds, Hermione said, “We might be in this together, but Ron hasn’t touched me since you sent me back to him with your cum running down my legs.”
Harry paused, a little worried, and asked, “Is he regretting it?”
“No,” Hermione said before giggling, “He can’t stop masturbating when he sees me like that. By the time Ron’s done, he’s too tired to actually touch me.”
Harry stared at Hermione with a look she was starting to recognize. And if she didn’t, the cock between her legs hinted at what would happen since it was hard enough to support her weight.
“FUCK!” Hermione screamed loudly when Harry pulled back and abruptly pounded his cock into the back of her pussy.
“That’s so fucking hot,” Harry growled as he broke past her cervix, “So you’re telling me my mate prefers to see my cum all over you instead of fucking you himself?”
Hermione blubbered something that sounded like a yes as Harry fucked into her pussy like a machine.
“Then let me see how long I can keep it that way,” Harry said with a strained voice, the sound of his balls bouncing off her thighs almost drowning it out.
“I’M CUMMING!” Hermione dug her fingers into anything she could reach to get a grip.
That happened to be Harry’s back. He grunted as he pushed his cock all the way into Hermione’s cunt, breaking past her battered cervix before lifting her up by his grip on her arse.
Harry carried the orgasming witch over to the couch and put her on her back while making sure his cock never left her spasming cunt.
“What the hell is Ron thinking?” Harry said as he restarted fucking into Hermione, “If I was him, I’d keep a slut like you on my cock constantly.”
Hermione ran a trembling hand over the area of her stomach where she could feel Harry’s cock fucking her womb. “I would have never been satisfied with his cock,” Hermione said without thinking.
“Fuck!” Hermione was shoved up the couch after a brutal thrust from Harry. She wondered if Ron had realized what was happening yet. If he did, there was most likely a voyeur spying on them.
The claps of Harry’s hips crashing into Hermione’s thighs were loud enough to have a faint echo in the furnished room. Her legs were gripped by the ankles and held in the air while Harry used all the force he could to give his slutty friend the fucking she deserved.
Hermione’s moans were cut off when Harry bent down to slam his lips to hers, sloppily licking her lips and fighting against her tongue as his cock repeatedly fucked into her womb.
“Fucking hell, Hermione,” Harry panted after pulling away from the kiss, “I can’t get enough of your tight little pussy. It feels like it was made to milk my cock.”
Hermione bit her swollen lip and tightened her cunt around the pumping cock for a second before shuddering wildly while a keening wail escaped her mouth. She was trying to milk Harry as he suggested her cunt was made for, but it only accomplished making her orgasm around her best friend’s massive shaft.
“So beautiful,” Harry muttered as he fought through the vice-like grip of Hermione’s pussy and pounded the entire length of his cock in and out of her. His balls slammed into her arse every time his cockhead broke into her womb. The sting barely registered since Harry could feel that he was about to blow his load.
“Where do you want it?” Harry grunted as he buried his cock to the base and stirred his hips, making Hermione gasp at how it felt like he was claiming her womb. That reminded her of what she had discovered yesterday.
Of how both she and Ron were unbelievably turned on by the thought of getting Harry’s baby fucked into her womb.
“Inside!” Hermione yelled, “Seed me, Harry!”
Harry didn’t think too much of it. His only thought was to get all the cum stored in his balls out of there and somewhere on, or in, Hermione.
“Fuck yes!” Harry hissed as he made a couple of vicious thrusts before he slammed himself balls-deep into Hermione’s pussy until his cockhead was past her cervix and in her womb. Less than a second later, the first blast of cum almost filled Hermione’s most sacred part halfway.
When the second shot of cum made her feel bloated, Hermione lay her hands over her lower stomach to feel the slight bump and stared at Harry’s face while he did what only he could do. Hermione wasn’t sure how much cum Harry unloaded inside her, but it was enough to bloat her even more than Molly.
“Harry,” Hermione moaned as he slowly slid out of her creampied pussy, “You’re a monster.”
“Yeah?” Harry let go of one of Hermione’s ankles and stroked his messy shaft to squeeze out any leftover cum into her pussy, “Don’t tell you you don’t like it.”
Hermione hummed as she ran a hand over her cum bump, wondering if this was what she’d look like when she was pregnant. Hermione bit her bottom lip when she started to feel an ache in her cunt. She really did have a pregnancy kink, specifically when it was Harry’s possible baby.
“So, Hermione,” Harry said casually while lowering her raised legs to make his cum spill out of her cunt, “Do you want to tell me something?”
“Hmm?” Hermione was mindlessly rubbing the small bump on her midriff, “Tell you what?”
“What’s this about seeding you? You’re not trying to trick me into something, are you?”
“…Oh,” Hermione’s hand stroking her stomach froze, “You heard that?”
“Hard to miss it when you yelled into my face,” Harry said mockingly.
“It’s not real,” Hermione reassured, worrying Harry was thinking bad of her, “I’m still on the spell and everything. Ron and I found out that we liked the thought of it yesterday. It’s just play, I swear.”
Hermione thought that Harry might be disgusted, the main reason she intended to keep it secret, but a hard cock ready for more action told her otherwise.
“So,” Harry lifted her legs again, but this time practically folding her in half so her feet were over Hermione’s head, “My mate not only likes me fucking his girl, but he also likes the thought of raising a kid that isn’t his?”
That wasn’t what Ron said yesterday, and Hermione was well aware of it, but Merlin was that hot. It made her womb ache for Harry’s balls to give her another dose of cum. Hermione figured since Harry felt the same way about it, judging by how fast he was ready to fuck her again, it would be harmless to go along with it since it wouldn’t truly happen.
Hermione gave him a slight nod.
“YES! Give me more, Harry!”
Harry had punched his cock past Hermione’s cervix and into her womb, displacing the cum that was filling it in order to replace it with a fresh dose.
“You said it was for play,” Harry pounded Hermione’s cunt, the sound of flesh clapping together filling the house again, “And it might not be possible, but I’m going to try my best to make it happen. I’m a powerful wizard, Hermione, and I will use my magic to break your little contraceptive spell.”
Hermione gasped when his cock somehow hit a spot that hadn’t been touched before. She was just a receptacle for Harry’s lusts in this mating press. He could use all the force possible to drill his cock into her pussy, and since Hermione was lying on her back with her ankles near her face, any cum dumped into her would stay in her womb.
“Yes! Do it!” Hermione yelled as Harry made shorter and shorter thrusts, “Make me have to marry Ron early! The bastard you put in me would be considered his!”
“Fuck!” Harry closed his eyes and planted his cock into Hermione’s womb, where it belonged, “You’re such a fucking slut!”
“YES!” Hermione wrapped her arms around Harry as he blew another massive load of baby batter into her womb. It was unlikely, but the chance of his magic overpowering the spell keeping her safe made Hermione cum her brains out.
“OH, MERLIN! SEED ME!”
Hermione slowly lost control of her limbs as Harry dumped every drop of cum he could into her before pulling his cock out after a few minutes.
Hermione was staring at the ceiling as she felt a river of cum escaping her packed cunt, no doubt ruining the couch to a point where even a cleaning spell wouldn’t fix it. She saw movement out of the corner of her eye and turned to see Harry’s cock dripping their combined juices onto her floor.
“Thanks for this, Hermione,” Harry bent down to kiss her sweaty forehead, “You always come through for me. Do you want me to help you clean up?”
Hermione immediately shook her head and tiredly said, “Ron can do that.”
It still felt odd for Harry to hear that about his mate when he wasn’t actively fucking Hermione, so he tried to ignore it and nodded.
Before he left, Harry said, “I’ll see you and Ron at the Chudley game this afternoon.”
Hermione gave him a lazy wave and heard the floo fire up before she was left alone.
Comments
Markus Ellis
She’ll show up once in awhile. Her ‘arc’ is done for now tho
CookieMonster
Awww no Molly :c
