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Witchcraft and Cuckoldry	By : TheDarkWonker Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 42385 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Witchcraft and Cuckoldry

Chapter 1
Tik. Tik. Tik.
The rhythmic sound of high heels hitting the pavement echoed through the empty streets of Nocturne Alley. Very few people dared to venture out at night in what was rightfully considered the most dangerous part of Wizarding London.
The hooded figure strode unperturbed, wand barely peeking from the sleeve of her coat as a clear warning to all those who might have had unsavory intentions. Only a few acknowledged her presence and those who did and meet her stare knew that it was better not to challenge the figure.
With practiced ease she slipped through small streets, getting further and further away from the usually frequented alleys. Soon enough she stood at the bottom of what appeared to be a dead end, but as soon as she approached the brick wall, space appeared to shift to make way to a sturdy wooden door.
Like all places hidden by the Fidelius Charm, only those who had been revealed the position by the secret keeper could hope to find his location. Without hesitating she knocked at the door and not a moment later a fissure opened to allow a guardian to identify her.
The two persons’ eyes met and without a word of acknowledgment the door was opened , only to close with a loud slam as soon as she was inside. Without paying any further attention to the door-keeper, the figure walked down the torch-lit corridor until she stood before yet another door, which opened as soon as she approached this time. Music reached her ears and her nose was assaulted by the familiar smell of wine, food and human flesh, making her shudder like the first time.
A servant stood to the side, waiting patiently for her to remove and hand over her coat. She did not hesitate, slipping off the encumbering piece of clothing and exposing her appearance to the flickering lights. The servant gulped audibly at the sight of Ginny Potter nee Weasley.
Gloriously indecent.
That was the only way to describe the thirty-four years old, redhead witch, dressed in a red leather corset that cupped her breast and reached down her legs just enough for her not to be arrested if the Aurors crossed her path along the way, but still enough to cause scandal If she was recognized. That possibility, although small, never failed to excite her to the core.
She gave the shocked squib servant a disdainful look and the man scurried away. Now alone, she took in the sight before her. She stood in a ample room with rows of columns on each side, casting shadows all around and hiding the faces of the people inside unless she went to examine them up close.
Not that she needed it to recognize anyone in there. After so many years she could tell everyone apart by the way they moved, talked, smelled and tasted.
Several couches and tables were placed all around, covered with fine wines and foods for the presents to partake when taking a break from more interesting activities.
Unseen, somewhere above her on the dark ceiling, enchanted instruments played a soft tune that befitted the atmosphere of that place. However, to Ginny, the best sound was not that of the instruments, but rather that of flesh rhythmically hitting flesh, the wet slurping noises and the guttural moans.
She felt her body heat up in response, like it always did, causing a slick trail of fluids to slide down her legs from her hidden but clearly unclad womanhood. She was almost tempted to answer that call right there and then, in full view of anyone who looked in her direction, like she had done a few times in the past. Instead she let the fire burn some more, further alimented by the sights of the people she passed by on the way to her destination.
There were many familiar faces in there. Important businessman from all over Europe, wizards that moved the economy and that ruled the Wizarding World from the shadows. That kind of people that Voldemort neither had the need or the power to bend to his will, either because making enemies out of them meant wide scale retaliation or because there was more to gain by dealing with than opposing them. They were the kind of people that didn’t care for the law of man or the petty politics of each nations, finding ways to grow richer whether the likes of Voldemort or Dumbledore were in charge of a nation.
They were the true, uninterested, rulers of the world.
A few of them recognized and even acknowledged her, with a nod of the head or with a raised glass of wine. Some of them even reached to brush the skin of her exposed legs or even feel her firm, Quidditch-toned butt through her clothes with a fleeting squeeze or a playful slap.
She didn’t stop or even slow in her tracks, merely smiling sultrily at those who reached for her body, but silently appreciating their touches that ignited her body even further. On her path, she recognized a few of the women as well.
There was Clara Redfort, one of her teammates in the Holyday Harpies, bobbing her head up and down in an older man’s lap, probably one of the sponsors, who stroked her head appreciatively as he sipped a glass of wine. On another side of the room she was sure to have caught a glimpse of Parky Parking, all too busy at buggering a rather young man, likely barely of age, with his own cock affixed on her lower abdomen by a clever use of switching at sticking charms. She was known to be quite fond of the practice of breaking men with their own stolen manhood.
There was Daphne Greengrass, lazily reading from a book while she sat stark naked on a couch, with a girl of indefinite age greedily slurping at her cunt.
Ginny paid them no mind, though she wouldn’t have minded stopping by and joining the fun, but her objective was another, that night. Soon her legs carried her to a corridor littered with doors to each sides at regular intervals, each with its own specific numbers.
Ginny’s eyes scurried on the numbered tags along the way, walking and heartbeat pace increasing along with the numeration. Then she stood in front of the door to her destination and, mustering as much composure as she could in her highly aroused state she knocked, entering without waiting or needing acknowledgment.
She stood in a much brighter room. Empty white walls were the setting for a black leather couch and a low ebony table of the finest making. Ginny’s eyes however had no interest for the furniture, settling instead of the naked form of the man sitting sprawled on the couch, with his throbbing manhood pointing at the ceiling like a tower of flesh challenging the heavens. Ginny stood slaw-jacked, speechless before the glorious sight.
“It has been a while, Ginny,” the man spoke, somewhat amused by her reaction.
“D-Draco,” she greeted. The platinum-blond man arched an eyebrow in response. “Master,” Ginny amended breathily, a shudder crawling upon her spine at the use of his title for her.
“Has it been so long that you have forgotten you manners?” he asked.
Ginny recoiled, both in shame and in excitement at the steel in his voice. She immediately kneeled until she was on all four and then, with carefully measured slowness, she crawled around the table and to his naked lap. She stopped a few inches apart from his body, close enough to smell his musky scent and to feel his burning heat on her face, but not close enough to touch him.
It was maddening.
There it was, her long awaited prize, so close and yet so far. He had been gone for months on a business trip all around the world. For weeks she had to make do with less talented men. For weeks she had to seek release in the touch of other men and women. She always found it, true, but only barely and never as fulfilling as only her Master Draco could.
Now it was right there in front of her and she could not touch it without permission. She gazed at him, eyes pleading, searching for the smallest sign of his acknowledgement. He sighed, barely hiding a smirk and then nodded his approval.
Ginny’s mouth was on his cock faster than the eyes could see. She slobbered on the length of his manhood like the bitch in heat she had become. Her tongue explored his magnificent shaft thoroughly, spreading her saliva all over its surface with experienced care. Her feminine hands fondled his balls, massaging lovingly the containers of his seed, while she impaled her mouth and then her throat until the entire length was buried within her.
She couldn’t breathe and she didn’t care. Far too long she had gone without him. She chocked on his dick until tears fell from her eyes, smearing her make-up. Then and only then she allowed herself to come up for air but still holding his throbbing manhood in her mouth, pleasuring its crown with her swirling tongue.
“Now, that is what I call a greeting. How have you been doing in my absence, Gin?”
“I have missed you so much, Master,” she answered honestly, trailing affectionate kisses on the length of his cock.
“Have you been doing your homework?”
“Yes,” she chirped happily. “I haven’t had sex with my husband since you told me, and I fucked as many of his friends and acquaintances as I could. Dean was particularly enthusiast at the opportunity of fucking my tight little arse.”
“You didn’t let anyone fuck your pussy, have you?”
“Never,” she gasped. “Never without your permission, Master. My cunt is only yours to give away.”
“Good, good,” he said patting his head. “Did Harry protest at your lack of willingness?”
Ginny snorted at the thought. “He complained a few times, but I put up the excuse of having a headache, being tired from training or having to get up early in the morning. Besides it’s not like it took him more than a minute to deal with the issue on his own.”
“He doesn’t suspect anything, does he?”
She smiled coyly, rubbing the object of her desire against her cheek. “There are perks with being a player in a all-female Quidditch team. Training starts so early in the morning and the briefing sessions often carry late into the night. He might have started wondering if our cover up stories weren’t agreed with the whole team.”
“Good for you that your teammates are sluts as much as you are,” he chuckled.
“It’s not my fault,” she protested, though she squirmed in renewed arousal. “It was you who made me like this.”
“Oh, what was I supposed to do then? Leave you with that premature ejaculator of your husband? Be glad that I gave you the opportunity to find out how a real man feels like. Truly, it’s a wonder how he even made you pregnant several times.”
“I’m really grateful, Master,” Ginny chirped, appreciatively running her tongue on the length of his cock. “Without you I might have never known how an orgasm feels like.”
And it was true. In the years of her marriage with Harry she never once experienced the true pleasure of having sex. To put it simply, Harry Potter was a failure as a male. His four-inches long dick, if one could call it that, could barely be felt when he penetrated her and it never took him more than a minute of pathetic romping to release his seed inside her. She had bore him several children, but she had never put much stock in sex, thinking that it was just normal for her not to feel any pleasure at all.
Then everything changed one night, five years before. A night she’d never forget.
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AN: Here I am with yet another depraved story. The subject of cuckoldry has always been one of my favorites, as I believe that women should belong to men who can please them, and those who fail at that should bow to those men who are kind enough to make up for their shortcomings. Draco, Ginny and Hermione will be the main characters of this story, but fear not, Harry and Ron will soon join them. In tha regard for those of you who are looking for some hot M/M don't worry: there will be some good stuff for you in the later chapters.
I hope to update Candy soon as well, but it might take a while. I love that story but the lack of plot make things difficult. I was thinking to rewrite it with some actual plot besides Snape fucking everyone.
With that out of the way please review this story. I'd be very glad if you did and I'd be even more glad if you took time to submit me your kinky ideas via email (see profile), or even if you just feel like chatting or telling me how much of a perverted slut I am.
I hope to hear from you all real soon. :)
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