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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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Ginny’s head hit the kitchen table as her body was wrecked by yet another self-imposed orgasm. Alone in the house naked from the waist down she bent over the wooden furniture while her latest acquisition worked its magic on her for the umpteenth time.
In the days following her last underwhelming sexual encounter with Harry, Ginny found her resolve being tested with each breath.
Her body ached constantly, shaken by a heat that she couldn’t dismiss or forget. That part of her that Draco awakened would no longer go dormant despite her best attempts.
The first two days she tried to live with it.
The third day and fourth day, unable to hold it any longer she spent it masturbating furiously at any possible moment. Just like before, it didn’t bring the slightest respite.
Eventually she snuck into Nocturne Alley in search for a solution. She found a shop for “lonely witches” she once heard mentioned and there she bought a heavily enchanted dildo advertised as capable of satiating even the strongest of lusts. She wasted no time once home and rode herself to several orgasms.
The thing was that while certainly pleasurable it was not satisfying. For the life of her Ginny couldn’t understand why. It was bigger than Draco’s and it didn’t have issue of stamina. It pumped into her at any speed she liked for as long as she wished but the only thing she accomplished as staving off her ever increasing libido a little bit. In the end she stopped pulling it out altogether so that it could work on her all time. For that reason wearing anything from the waist down was just a hindrance and she was soon strolling around with just a shirt and her socks on.
Albeit at a slower pace her libido kept increasing day after day to the point where she couldn’t sleep any more.
Whenever she closed he eyes she dreamt of that first night out with her teammates, when man after man toyed with her helpless body. She dreamt of Draco holding her like he owned her and she inevitably woke up even hornier.
She held together, barely, for a two entire weeks but she couldn’t take part in any training routine, much less an entire game of Quidditch.
She knew she was going mad; she knew that she would soon break and destroy everything she held dear and she knew, above all else, that she had lost.
All that was left was to admit it, hoping to salvage what little was left.
-ooo-
To the honest, Draco was convinced he had failed with Ginny. After a week without word from her he was sure she had either learned how to cope or she had found another way of release he couldn’t even begin to fathom. Her problem wasn’t merely physical after all. No amount of orgasms should have been able to satisfy her at this point. It wasn’t even purely a matter of her partners’ endowment although it played a part.
Unless he had read her wrong, that is.
All his concerns were swept aside the Friday of the second week after their last meeting. He was lounging in front of the fireplace, enjoying the company of a good book and a glass of excellent wine, all the while his wife was dutifully sucking on his cock when the house elf announced there was a visitor at the door.
“Let her in,” he said without bothering to dismiss his wife or even just telling her to recompose herself. For the occasion this set-up would work nicely.
Ginny walked in a few moments later looking down at her feet, far more meek than she ever was in her life up to that point.
“Good evening, Ginny. How may I help you today?”
Ginny looked up to speak and took hold of the situation for the first time. Words died in her mouth, salivating at the sight of Draco’s cock appearing and disappearing rhythmically inside his wife’s mouth, both unconcerned with being seeing in this act.
“I… I…” she stuttered.
“I’m sorry? I’m afraid I didn’t hear. Would you mind saying that again?”
But Ginny wasn’t in any condition to speak. She kept on staring, mouth open and drooling, with her nipples poking under her shirt and her hands clutching desperately and her skirt. Even from where he was sitting and in the dim light cast from the fire he could see the arousal dripping down her legs.
Her body shook and trembled, as if trapped between conflicting impulses. Draco was actually impressed by Ginny’s self-restraint. In front of the thing she probably had been craving for the past couple of weeks she managed to stop herself from  doing anything impulsive. Then again Draco should have expected as much. Ginny was always a fighter. She opposed Snape’s reign on Hogwarts for a whole year and despite Death Eaters roaming the castle she never once bowed to their demands. She was indeed a strong woman. It was a pity that she was her own worst enemy in these circumstances.
Draco didn’t push her for answers. There could be only one reason for her to have returned. There was no need for him to further break down something that was already broken (not at that stage anyway). He could enjoy teasing her a little bit more, though.
When he was about to come, he gently pulled back his wife's head and shot is load on her face, coating her refined face with his semen. Astoria received her husband's seed, dutifully taking each spurt without batting an eye.
"Cat ate your tongue?" he asked sardonically.
Ginny swallowed the knot in her throat and forced herself to steer her gaze away from Astoria's cum-coated face and Draco's still hard cock.
"I... I can't do it anymore," she confessed with a barely audible whisper. "I'm going out of my mind."
"I'm sorry, but I'm not sure of what you expect of me."
"I need... your help."
"So it would seem. What's in it for me?"
"Eh? W-what do you mean?"
"I asked what do I have to gain from helping you? Perhaps you've forgotten, but I wasn't trying to help you. My objective was preventing the wife of man I feel indebted to from causing a scandal that would damage his reputation. It was never about you, Ginny. So, exactly what is there in for me? What do I have to gain in having an illicit relationship with the wife of Britain's most famous and well-respected wizard?"
"I can... I can pay you if..." Ginny said looking down at her feet.
"Oh, please," he scoffed. "Does it look like I'm in need for money? I'm one of the wealthiest men in all of Britain. What would I need your money for?"
"I... I don't know. I mean..."
"I tell you what I want, Ginny. I want your body."
"Eh... but I just...," she stuttered, not understanding what he was getting at. Her body was precisely what she was offering.
"Don't misunderstand me. I don't just want to fuck you. You are a gorgeous witch, but I can have as many attractive witches as I want. What I mean to say is that I want to own your body. From the hair on top of your head to the nails of your toes your body will belong to me, not to you."
"How does something like that even work?"
"Easy enough. You'll do what I tell you when I tell you and in return I swear none of it will ever come back to damage your family."
"I... I don't know."
"Well, you aren't forced to accept it, of course. Although it is a onetime offer. If you walk out of that door the deal is off and you are on your own."
“Bastard,” Ginny bit her lip hard. Slowly she allowed herself to look up. Draco was sitting lazily in his chair, cock still at full attention. She felt her insider melt. Even just standing there without throwing herself at him required all of her willpower. She needed it that badly.
She knew that this was most likely a Faustian deal. She knew that if she accepted Draco would do with her as he pleased and she was scared of what it meant in the long run. However she also wanted to find out. In the end it was her best bet.
"Do you want an... Unbreakable Oath?" she asked fearfully.
"What? Are you kidding? This isn't blackmailing Ginny. This is an agreement between two consenting adults. The only thing you'll have to fear if you walk out on me one day is yourself."
"A-a-alright then. I accept your terms."
"Then we agree. Would you kindly give us some privacy, Astoria dear?"
Her wife nodded as elegantly as any woman covered in spunk could and left without saying a word. As soon as the door was closed behind her Ginny stepped forward eagerly.
"Hold it. What do you think you're doing? I'm in charge remember?"
"B-b-but you promised...," she protested, stopping in her track.
"I give the orders Ginny. Here's the first I want you to do."
Ginny swallowed. What would he ask of her? They had pretty much done everything together before.
"Tell me the truth."
"Of what?"
"You came here tonight because you wanted to be fucked by me but knowing you as I do, you probably tried everything you could think of. Am I right?"
Slowly, Ginny nodded.
"Good. We both know it didn't work or you wouldn’t be here. The question is, do you know why? Only the truth, Ginny."
She bit her lip and looked away. Her heart was throbbing in her chest. She'd do anything to stop the burning in her abdomen, even if it meant admitting something she never thought she would.
"Because I... I am..."
"Yes?"
"Because I am a SLUT!" she all but shouted. "There! I said it. Are you happy now?"
"Not really," he inclined his head. "It is true that you are a slut, Ginny, but that's who not why. What brought you here, what makes you a slut, that is what I want to know."
Ginny looked panicked. He didn't understand what he meant. She was a slut. She knew it and she admitted it. What did he meant by why?
"I'm... horny. I'm horny all the time. I masturbate a dozen times a day and I can't get enough."
"That only means you are a horny woman. It's not the problem, Ginny, it's the answer that you give to it that defines you."
"I... I'm a slut because...," she clutched her skirt even tighter. The fire in her belly was a full blown inferno. Realization had dawned upon her and with it her arousal spiked to new heights. "I am a slut because.... because I crave dicks. I'm slut because if it’s not a not a real cock then it’s not good enough. I’m a slut because I can’t go on for too long without a dick inside me.”
“Splendidly said, Ginny,” Draco clapped his hands. “Now for your reward…”
He stood and closed the distance with measure slowness until he was standing right in front of her.
“W-w-wait,” she stopped him. “You can have my body all you want but I will always love Harry.”
“Of course,” he purred. It wouldn’t be fun otherwise. “I never thought differently. Now, I beleive you have something of mine.”
He grabbed her shoulders and twisted around, unceremoniously throwing her on the chair where he was sitting earlier. Ginny yelped in surprise, but as she found herself conveniently bent over  she didn’t try to get up.
Without turning around, she felt Draco’s hands on her butt on top of the skirt. The pesky piece of clothing was in the way. Hands fumbling she managed to unbutton it. The skirt slid down the smooth skin of her butt, pooling around her knees and exposing the nakedness beneath.
“You naughty girl,” Draco laughed. “No panties?”
“I thought you would appreciate it,” she confessed.
“I do,” he agreed, kneeling so that he could lay butterfly kisses all over her round bottom.
“Don’t!” Ginny squirmed in his grasp. “Please. I don’t… I don’t like it when you are gentle.”
“Because you like it rough or because you don’t like it that it’s me?”
“Both, you asshole! Just… just fuck me already. Please!”
“Who does this body belongs to again?” he admonished.
“… It’s… it belongs to you,” she answered meekly.
“And who decides what to do with it?”
“Y-you do.”
“Good. Because you have been honest and diligent, I’ll give you what you want.”
And then she felt the tip of his burning rod at the entrance of her cunt. She tried to push back and impale herself on the long-sought hardness, but Draco’s hand held her firmly in place, teasing her.
“D-Draco! Please!”
“Draco? That won’t do at all. I think it’s better if I started teaching you some manners right away. Calling me by my name is not really suited for you, I think. I’m neither your friend nor your lover. I’m your owner, Ginny, and if you ever want anything from me, you’ll address me as such.”
“Please,” she begged. “Please don’t make me.”
“Our deal isn’t negotiable, Ginny,” he hissed, teasing the edge of her pussy. “Either you accept everything or you walk away.”
Ginny clenched her eyes shut. Her pride was already forsaken. She had come to a man’s place asking to be fucked and ended up agreeing to be his propriety. At this point, if she denied him that whim it would have been all for naught.
“P-please… Master. Pleas –iiiih!!!”
Ginny squealed as Draco suddenly pushed his cock all the way into her cunt. A single rapid thrust and he was buried into her to the hilt.
“Merlin, you came just from that? You really were just barely holding it. You are so cute that I’m going to give you a treat. Every time you call me Master Draco I’ll thrust into you.”
Still shuddering, Ginny turned her head around.
“M-master Draco! Aaah! Master  Drac-oooh! Master… Draco! Master! Draco! MASTER DRACO! MASTER DRACOOOOH! Yes! Yes! Yeees! Give it meeeh! MASTER DRACO! MASTER DRACO!”
Ginny sense of reason was completely lost again. Her switch was flipped and whatever shred of dignity and decorum she had left flew out of the window. She’d gladly call him her Master over and over again, shouting it at the top of her lungs if that meant he’d keep fucking her hard.
Husband and family completely forgotten, all that Ginny cared about was being fucked all night long.
Dawn found Ginny still bent over Draco’s chair, semen, mixed to her own arousal, coated her legs and the floor under her knees.  Draco had long since gone to bed, not bothering to clean her up or sending her away.
She slumped there, finally satisfied. The part of her that felt guilty was blissfully silent, drowned in the waves of pleasures that still shook her body. With what was left of her conscious mind, she decided that being Draco’s plaything wasn’t all that bad. In fact, as of that moment, she couldn’t recall any good reason why she shouldn’t have been his toy from the very beginning.
Too bad that Draco had only just begun toying with her. Not that she’d ever regret it.
-oOo-
“You want what?” she asked later that day, staring at the item on the table.
“What are you so upset about?” Draco asked as he spread a thick layer of jam on a slice of bread. Ginny wasn’t expecting to be asked to stay for breakfast. The way she envisioned, she expected Draco to toss her out as soon as he was done with her. He was being unexpectedly civil, although she still wasn’t wearing anything from the waist down.“It’s not like I asked anything outrageous.”
Her skirt was laying on the table, cleaned from all the fluids from the previous night encounter. It was also several inches shorter than it used to be. From being knee long it would now barely covered her ass.  It wasn’t quite indecent, but if she ever bent over to pick up something she would surely give a nice view of her butt to everyone behind her.
“Telling me that I can’t wear skirts longer than this is plenty outrageous, asshole.”
“That’s Master Asshole to you,” Draco sneered, biting into his bread. “You are a gorgeous woman Ginny. It would be a waste not to flaunt your beauty and I won’t have a single thing of mine being wasted.”
Ginny blushed despite herself. Draco was insufferable but the compliment was honest.
“By the way, that was an order. I fully expect you to follow it to the letter.”
He was still an asshole, though.
“Fine,” she scoffed, grabbing her skirt. “I’ll go showing my legs around then.”
“Yes, you do that. And don’t pretend you don’t like the attention. We both know you do.”
Ginny blushed again for entirely different reasons. She could lie,  but they both knew it. In fact, just thinking about it was already starting to heat her up again. Even though she admitted it, it still shocked her how much of a slut she was.
“Well, if everything is said and done, I should go. I have places to see and people to meet. You can let yourself out. Come back whenever you feel like it.”
“Seriously?” she questioned, disbelief clearly etched across her face. “I’m free to do as I want?”
“So long as you obey my orders you can do whatever you wish,” Draco shrugged. “I’ll make sure to contact you discretely if I need you for something and you are free to refuse if it conflicts with other agreements that could compromise either of us. What were you expecting? That I’d chain you to a wall in my dungeon? We can do that if you want.”
“You have a dungeon?” Ginny asked wide-eyed and Draco wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Uhm, no, it’s fine. I prefer it like this.”
“That’s what I thought,” he nodded sagely. “Well then, I’m off. I’ll see you next time you are too horny again. That would be… tonight?”
“Fuck you, Master,” Ginny shouted while Draco laughed on his way out. She then took out her frustration by gnawing on her breakfast in a very unladylike manner . She already knew he’d drive her crazy non-sexually, but she never thought it would be so difficult.
Being a slut, she realized, was bad in a good way, but it was also bad in a bad way, if that made any sense.
She didn’t knew the first thing about it yet, but she would surely find out in the months to come.
-oOo-
AN: sorry for the long wait. I have been really busy these past few months so my time to write has been really short. This chapter was actually written almost entirely by my fellow author and pervert IchaIchaSennin. He's a better writer than I am and when he offered to pick up my slack I eagerly agreed. He has his own kinky Naruto story here. Check it out if you want.
As usual, I'm expecting lots and lots of reviews.
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