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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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The fireplace in the Potter household roared to life and a cloaked figure appeared through the flames.
Harry Potter walked out of the fire and shrugged the ashes off his shoulder.
The mansion was dark and silent, which wasn't strange considering it was three past midnight. However, there was a stillness in the air that let him know nobody was home, which was confirmed by a quick Homenum Revelio.
Now sure not to wake anyone, he walked to his bedroom on the upper floor, tossing his cloak on the hanger by the stairs. Disrobing, he entered the bathtub which filled with warm water, just as he liked it, as soon as he approached.
Strange, he mused as he washed the tiredness away. Ginny wasn't usually this late, but then again a Quidditch match didn't have a set duration. They could go on for months, until the Snitch was caught. The kids were surely at Molly's place like usual.
When was the last he saw them? Last week? Two weeks ago? Seemed like forever. Time flew at the DMLE. Days and nights went by in a flash, tracking down the remnants of Voldemort's supporters and other dark wizards. Harry was proud of his work, but truthfully he wanted to spend more time with his family.
Still, in order to make a better world for his wife and children he had to work extra hard.
He was a bit worried though. With his job at the DMLE and Ginny's Quidditch career, the kids were almost always at the Burrow and soon they would start Hogwarts too.
Harry sighed. He was missing his children's most important years, and although he knew he was doing the right thing for them, he sincerely regretted it and he felt very tired, both physically and mentally.
Still, he wasn't about to complain. The war had taken away far too many loved people and he wouldn't allow some vengeful maniac to one day take away someone else from him. Besides, Ginny was doing her best too. For all the fun that it was, professional Quidditch was extremely difficult.
Tired as he was, the thought of his wife working so hard gave him the strength to go on and so he was content.
He wondered whimsically if she was thinking of him right there and then.
-oOo-
"Draco! Draco! Draco!"
Ginny's shouted her lover's name over and over as she swung her hips up and down his erected member, squatting over his prone form and piercing her womanhood repeatedly under her own power.
Draco enjoyed watching her bounce, drunk with pleasure, lusting for more. He had long since understood that the redhead's lust was insatiable. She never stopped out of satisfaction but only out of exhaustion. Once her initial resistance was won, her true self took over and she would think of nothing else but being fucked.
Truth to be told, Draco couldn't keep up with her. Sure, he could make her climax three or four times before achieving his own release but his stamina had limits. Only a couple or Pepper-Ups made him get through a whole night with Ginny.
Truthfully it was starting to get tiring. It had been over four weeks since he first started doing her, nearly six nights a week, and the lack of sleep was starting to catch up with him. Fortunately, the agreed month was over, and thankfully Ginny was nowhere near winning her bet of making him come before her. In fact she had all but forgotten about their bet of returning the compromising photos and forgetting about the first incident if she managed to make him come before her in the span of a month.
Having grown accustomed to their relationship and with an valid excuse filed within her mind to cheat of her husband, Ginny had completely forgotten why she had been fucking Draco to begin with, and she had given in completely to her desire, though she still had to acknowledge it.
Draco couldn't claim he controlled her, not yet. She was ruled by her own desires and he just so happened to by her guilt-free outlet. He need to bind her to him. He had to break the last layer of her mask and exhibit her true self beyond any possibility of denial.
Feeling her tighten around his cock again, Draco grabbed her ass and released his seed deep into her making her climax again while she was still at the apex of the previous orgasm. Ginny bit her lips arching her back and moaning in delight, scratching Draco's chest with her nails. She then collapsed on top of him, short of breath and with his dick pumping cum into her womb.
After a moment she dislodged herself from him and rolled on her back by his side.
"It's about time you go," Draco said, throwing his legs off the bed.
"One... more time please."
"Go, I said," he insisted. "Go and never come back."
"W-what?" that seemed to snap her out of her post-coital haze. "What do you mean?"
"The month as come and gone Ginny, and you didn't manage to get a hold of your lust. You lost the bet."
"N.. no... wait!" she begged, now fully alert. "I can still make it! Give me another chance, please. You can't... you can't tell Harry about this, about me! Please."
"I won't say anything," he reassured, walking to his desk and pulling out a folder. "Here's all the copies of your photos I have left. You can go back to your life and forget about all this."
"I... what? Are you serious? You won't say anything?"
"Yes. There's no reason for me to say anything at all. You are a slut Ginny, and sooner or later it's going to come out. I was hoping for Harry's sake that you'd prove me wrong, but I lost that bet with myself."
"You're wrong. I'm not like that. I can stop this any time I want."
"Spoken like a true addict," Draco snarled. "Well, suit yourself. It's out of my hands now. We won't see each other under these circumstances ever again."
"Good," Ginny breathed standing up and picking up the folder Draco at thrown at her feet. "That's good. I was really getting tired of it."
"So I see," Draco replied sarcastically. "Off you go, then. Give your husband my regards."
"Ginny scowled but didn't reply. She picked her wand from her clothes on the floor, cleaned herself with spell and then got redressed.
Draco sat on his chair watching her until she made for the door. Ginny turned and spared a glance for his still naked body and for his still raging erection. Biting her lip, she forced herself to turn away and leave.
Draco forced himself not to smile until he was sure she wouldn't come back. It was just a matter of time now. If he knew her well as he thought he did, it was only a matter of a few days before he'd see her again.
In the meantime, he still had to work a bit off steam off. He had been neglecting his husbandly duties to divert energy to this project. It was about time to make it up to his wife, so he stood up and went for their bedroom.
He found Astoria there, laying on the bed wearing a barely visible nightgown. He would have thought her asleep if not for her hands, buried between her legs.
"You have been listening on us," he whispered.
"Yes," she whispered back, "I was dreaming to be in her place."
"Well, dreams do come true every now and then. Let me make right by you, love."
He made love to her that night. Passionate and wild, but love still. Draco was many thing, a coward and a conniving bastard among them but a bad husband he was not. Astoria screams proved it several times that night.
-oOo-
Ginny stepped out of the fireplace and into her home to find the lights turned on in the kitchen. For a moment she thought it could be a burglar, but a moment after Harry came walked out undoubtedly having heard her arrival. He was wearing only the pants of his pajama, exposing his torso that wasn't as sculptured as it used to be back in the old days when he had Quidditch training. A stark contrast compared to Draco's chiseled body.
"Hey Ginny. Welcome back," he said jovially. "Just finished training?"
"Ah, no," she replied awkwardly, having noticed that she was comparing the love of her life with that man. "I had a... nights out with the team. You know, the usual."
"Had fun, I hope?"
'Oh yes, I certainly did,' she though. "A little bit," she said instead. "Have you just got home?"
"Not even a hour ago. I was about to go to sleep but," he closed the distance and took her hand into his own. Ginny desperately hope that her cleaning charm earlier had gotten the smell off her as thoroughly as it should. "I missed you lately, Ginny."
"Yeah, me too," she replied blushing slightly. Not because of embarrassment at his kind words but out of shame. Just a few minutes earlier she was being fucked by another man and now she was here with her husband pouring his heart out to her. It didn't help that she was still feeling horny from earlier, if not even hornier. "I missed you too."
It downed onto her right there and then that this was the chance to make things up. To bury the last sordid month as Draco's plaything and rekindle her relationship with her husband.
She pulled closer to him, disregarding his surprise, and locked her lips onto his. It didn't cross her mind that she still had Draco's taste into her mouth but even if it did it wasn't like Harry knew how a man tasted.
She molded her body against his and Harry responded in kind if a little awkwardly. She hadn't been this passionate for years.
Her nipples, pushed against his chest through her clothes and her pussy was still wet from before. She needed to be fucked. Hard.
"Come," she whispered, taking his hand and leading him upstairs to their room and Harry followed in a daze. He didn't remember ever seeing taking Ginny charge so strongly in these matters.
Having reached the top of the stairs they kissed again, awkwardly stumbling toward the bedroom. Ginny could feel all of Harry's love through his kisses and the way his hands roamed her body.
This, this was how being loved actually felt.
They reached the room and Ginny pushed Harry on the bed, tossing her coat and rapidly stripping out of her shirt. She straddled his body and began kissing from his chin down on his chest and lower abdomen. Having reached his pants she gave him a look that would make ice melt and pulled down the thin fabric exposing....
Ginny couldn't call it an erection. Not anymore. Harry's two and an half inches penis was rock hard and pointing up toward the ceiling but....
"Ginny?"
She rapidly took it into her mouth. The doubt in Harry's voice scared her and she immediately took his... thing between her lips to assuage his concerns. This was her husband's and size didn't matter. He genuinely loved her and that would be enough.
"Ginny! Ginny... AH!"
Harry moaned and Ginny felt the distinctive taste of semen splatter into her mouth.
'Already?' she thought bitterly.
"Sorry Ginny. I couldn't hold back," Harry apologized.
"It's okay," she said, hiding her disappointment. "It's been a while after all."
"Yes, it has," he confirmed.
Harry's member was deflating rapidly but Ginny couldn't just stop. Not yet. She rapidly stroked it and licked it back to full erection.
"Harry, I need you," she said huskily and before he could say anything she pulled her panties to the side and lowered her quivering wet cunt onto him.
Harry moaned in delight but... Ginny didn't feel a thing. Oh, she was very much aware of faint warm sensation between her folds but the feeling that came from it was closer to ticklish than pleasurable.
Where was the burning hotness and stretching fullness? She needed them. Swinging her hips up and down didn't do anything except increase Harry's moans. He was calling her name with each thrust but it was at best a distant echo. The sheer emptiness of her womanhood was a deafening silence. Even Harry's release failed to ignite anything inside her and so she stopped moving altogether.
"Well... that was intense," he said smiling at her and she smiled back out of reflex. How was it possible that he didn't notice her coldness? How was it possible that he didn't notice she never moaned or called out his name?
And then, she recalled with painful clarity, it was because she never had.
"Yeah, it was," she lied, rolling off him and to his side.
"Merlin, I'm knackered. Sorry Ginny, I have to get up early tomorrow. Fancy having breakfast out together?"
"Sure," she said, marveling at how easy it was to pretend everything was normal. "I'd like that."
Five minutes later Harry's steady breathing told her he was fast asleep. Ginny climbed out of bed and changed in her pajama, stubbornly ignoring the aching of her womanhood. If she could be satisfied by Harry, she vowed, she would not be satisfied at all.
That vow wouldn't last even a fortnight.
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AN: Hello everyone. Sorry for the long wait. As it turns out being a cumslut is though job, what with being on my hands and knees all the time. Not that I mind, but it gets difficult to have time to spare for writing.
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