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Witchcraft and Cuckoldry	By : TheDarkWonker Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 42385 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 8
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter franchise or any of the involved characters. This is a work of fiction and I make no profit out of it

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That night
Ginny landed softly on the wet grass of the Quidditch Stadium. The opposing team’s fans were cheering the victors at the top of their lungs while the Holyday Harpies were utterly defeated.
It was the fifth match in a row they lost and it was only her fault. When teams are evenly matched, as it often happens in the upper leagues, it was the Seeker who made the difference between victory and defeat. There wasn’t much she could say in her defense, being almost entirely cut apart from the team play, her failure was exclusively her responsibility. Certainly the other team’s seeker was no slouch but she used to be better than this.
“Damn it,” Clara swore once she they were back in the lockers. “What the hell Ginny? That snitch was practically staring at you the whole time. How could you have missed it?”
“I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I was just so tense I…”
“Tense? Tense? Godamn it Gin, what kind of lame excuse is that? This isn’t the first time it happens. If you need a break just say it, we’ve got plenty of reserves willing to give it a shot.”
That was the closest thing to a threat there was for a Quidditch player. There was no such a thing a stepping down from a position unless you were planning to retire. Young and ambitious player wouldn’t let go of the role if they managed to get their hands on it.
“I…” she stuttered.
“Now, now,” Gwenog Jones, the forty-years-old, black skinned Captain intervened. “There’s no need to be so upset. Highs and lows are normal in every teams history. Ginny is probably just a bit under pressure and you aren’t helping, Clara. Back off, would you?”
“But…”
“Back off, I said. It’s not like you didn’t go through a phase like this before, or am I mistaken.”
“No,” Clara replied, biting his lip, “but I was…”
“We all know what your problem was,” Megan Reed, the twenty-five, curly-haired blonde cut in. “Well, beside Gin, that is. Either way, don’t you think you should be a bit more understanding?”
“She’s Ginny Potter for Merlin’s sake.”
“What has that to do with anything?” Ginny demanded, temper flaring.
“That you’re married to Harry Bloody Potter, that’s what I mean,” Clara snapped back.
“So? What does my husband have to do with anything?”
“Shut up, both of you,” Gwenog snapped. “Ginny, calm down and you Clara, don’t go assuming that everything is fine in other’s people family alright?”
“Ah, but… Fine. See if I care,” Clara barked heading for the shower.
“What the hell was that all about?” Ginny asked. “What did I miss?”
“Ah, it’s nothing. When you took your leave because you were expecting Clara had a few problems with her husband. She’s just assuming that since you’re married with the Man-Who-Conquered everything is fine between you and your husband.”
“Everything is fine between Harry and me.”
Gwenog arched an eyebrow and smirked. “If you say so, who am I to argue? Either way you need to relax a bit. We’re going out to drown our sorrow into some good ol’ fire-whiskey. Wanna join?”
“I…”, Ginny pondered for a minute. To tell the truth she was feeling tired and unmotivated, but she didn’t feel like letting their teammates down twice the same night. Besides, Harry was probably going to pull an all-nighter at the Ministry again, while Albus Severus and Lily were at her parents’ since no one really knew how long a Quidditch match would last. At that hour they were likely already sleeping. All that waited for her was a cold and empty house.
“Yeah, I’d like to,” she finally answered. She didn’t know how much that choice would change her life.
-oOo-
They went to a pub in Diagon Alley, a small establishment known only to a few. The kind of place where celebrities went to have a drink and avoid the crowd of cheering fans. They sat all together at a table far in the corner and started drinking.
There wasn’t really much to celebrate but when the alcohol flows people become chatty and amicable. Ginny wasn’t in the mood for partying when she arrived but after the second beer she started to feel lightheaded and in a better mood even though she was drinking only beer.
“This is really good,” Ginny said sipping at her beer. “Never tasted anything quite like this.”
“I know,” Gwenog smiled strangely, as if laughing at her own private joke. “It’s a product of this place. Not like those big breweries that mass produce only tasteless stuff. Hey, barkeep, another of your Special Brew for Ginny.”
“Coming right up!” the sturdy looking man with a long bear said, slipping into a door behind the counter.
“Why does he always go back there to take a pint?” Ginny asked a bit curious.
“Trade secret,” Clara replied, far more cheerful than she was right after the match. “I have been in the back once. They keep the good stuff in special containers and they wouldn’t want somebody to steal the idea.”
“Then why they have let you in there?” the redhead asked.
“Cuz I’m awesome,” she slurred, “but seriously, my uncle owes a share of this place so I pretty much come and go as I want. Plus I get all the drinks I want for free.”
“Cheapskate,” Ginny laughed and Clara stuck her tongue at there. “What’s taking him so long anyway? It’s been a while since he went in there.”
Clara stood groggily on her feet. “I’ll go check!” she declared sticking out her arm and finger as if announcing she was going on a quest.
“Is that really alright?” Ginny wondered, watching her teammate stumble and wobble around the counter and into the back of the shop.
“You heard her,” Gwenog said, “she practically owe the place.”
“Whatever,” Ginny shrugged, returning to her beer. Damn, if it wasn’t the best thing she ever tasted.
-oOo-
Clara closed the door behind her. The back of the shop was much bigger than one would think when looking from the outside. Rows and rows of barrels filled with whiskey, ales and beers were lined up against the wall.
The barkeeper was nowhere to be seen, but Clara knew where to find him. She walked through the barrels, toward a corner of the room. There she found the person he was looking for.
The barman had her back turned to her, but there was no mistaking what he was doing. There were six pints of beer lined up on a small table in front of him, one for each one of them, and he had his pants pooled at his ankles. The furious motion of his right arm didn’t leave much to the imagination as to what he was doing.
“Hey there, handsome,” she purred, “need a hand with that?”
The man turned halfway in surprise, revealing his impressive erected manhood to the woman. He grinned at her, relaxing when he recognized her.
“I’ve got enough hands by myself, Clara. How about using that pretty mouth of yours instead?”
He made his huge cock bounce up and down, watching amusedly as Clara followed its every movement, licking her lips.
“That sounds like a great idea,” she agreed. Without wasting time she walked up to him, ripping open her blouse and exposing her juicy breasts. She kneeled before the man and with a deep breath she took his length into her mouth.
“Hmm,” the man groaned, “you came at the perfect time, babe. I had plenty of customers today and I was starting to run dry. A nice warm tongue it’s exactly what I needed to get some more juice out of me.”
“Leave it to me,” Clara said, running her tongue on his manhood, wetting the entire surface with her saliva. “I’ll get you up and running in no time again.”
She licked and sucked, slurped and stroked. It was a difficult thing to take it all in her mouth, but she certainly tried her best. She pinched her nipples and stroked her pussy through the material of her tight pants until a wet spot appeared between her legs. She fondled and teased his balls, caressing and squeezing slightly, until he grabbed both sides of her head and begun fucking her mouth and throat with powerful trusts of his hips.
“Aaah, here comes the secret ingredient,” he groaned, pulling out of her. Clara carefully pointed him at the pints, using long and slow strokes to provide the last pleasure needed to bring him over the edge.
Powerful streams of sticky white seed burst out of his cock, splattering into each beer. Clara had a hard time waiting from him to have finished putting enough of his nectar inside the pints before she could lick the excess from his cock and whatever had missed the mark.
Lastly she cleaned her fingers, taking her sweet time to savor the last droplets of the undiluted nectar.
“Your stuff is always the best,” she said while she used her wand to clean herself and repair her blouse.
“Spoken from experience?” the man asked jokingly.
“Of course,” she purred, giving a last, playful stroke to his now clothed member.
The man just laughed, slapped her ass and handed her over three of the beers.
“Come on, let’s take them to your friends. They sure can tell the good stuff apart too.”
“Yeah,” she laughed. “Oh, wait. I almost forgot.”
She pulled out a vial from a pocket and promptly emptied the contents in one of the pints.
“What is that?” the barkeeper asked.
“The solution to Ginny’s little problems,” she grinned wickedly.
-oOo-
Ginny was a tad too drunk to tell how long it took Clara to come back with the shop owner, but she didn’t quite care. She had finished her beer and she was eager to get started on another one.
“What took you so long?” she asked in drunker anger.
“The good things in life don’t come fast, Ginny,” Clara said, causing her teammates to break down in giggles. “Here’s your drink.”
Ginny greedily snatched the pint from Clara’s hands and promptly started drinking it. This stuff was really good and it got better the more she drunk. She was also getting increasingly hot, probably because of the alcohol, so she started unbuttoning her blouse.
It didn’t help much, so she drank more of her cold beer. Wait, wasn’t that why she was getting hotter in the first place? Oh, who cared anyway? It was getting more and more difficult to think straight. She was feeling cheerful though so she didn’t bother. Still it was REALLY getting hot in there.
“What’s wrong Ginny?” Gwenog asked amusedly through the haze of drunkenness. “You’re getting all sweaty.”
“Yeah,” she slurred “it’s too hot in here.”
“I know, why don’t you wear something a little lighter then?”
“Lighter?” she blinked. Uh, all of her teammates had undressed and they were now sitting causally wearing only their underwear. Wasn’t there something wrong with that? She looked around. What was this place again?
Bah, who cared. She was hot and thirsty, so she took another long sip from her beer and then tried to unbutton her blouse completely. She was lacking the coordination, though, so after a couple of frustrated attempts she just grabbed the edges and pulled, ripping it apart and shrugging off the remnants of clothing from her shoulders.
Much better!
She heard someone laugh around her, but she didn’t bother identifying them. She was thirsty, damn it, so she took another good sip of her beer.
And now she was feeling hot again. That wouldn't do. She kicked away her shoes, revealing her striped socks. She stood awkwardly and fumbled with the zipper of her skirt, succeeding in removing it after a couple of attempts.
She sat back down with a sigh enjoying the coolness on her skin. Then without a second thought she chugged down the last of her beer, making sure to get all the strange cream at the bottom.
Hmmm. That last part was the best. She didn't know what it was, but she wanted more.
"Gimme... gimme another," she slurred, waving her empty pint. She was promptly handed over another, but when she tasted it, she pulled it away. "This is no good. Gimme another like before."
"You need to add the secret ingredient," someone told her. She thought it was Clara, but she wasn't all that sure.
"Shecret ingredient?"
"Yes," another one answered. "Here, suck on this until it comes out."
Something pink was put in front of her. She couldn't quite make out what it was from so close, but hey, if she only had to suck on it to get her drink, it wasn't that much of an effort, was it?
She put it in her mouth, marveling at the warmth, taste and texture. She gave a few tentative licks at the thing and then started sucking vigorously if uncoordinatedly. She didn't really know how long she went at it and she didn't really mind. Though she really wanted her drink she also liked sucking on this stuff. Suddenly it was pulled out of her mouth, but before she could protest something sticky shot on her face and breasts.
"Wha?" she slurred.
"There's your secret ingredient, Ginny."
"Right," she replied scooping it up and the mixing it up with her beer using her fingers as if they were a spoon. Slowly but surely she drunk the pint dry again, and when it was over she noticed the leftover ingredient on her breast. She used her fingers to gather and suck it, but she soon realized it wasn't easy, and no matter how much she licked she never got clean. She must have been imagining things, because it looked like it was increasing instead of diminishing.
It went better when she decided to lick it off directly from her breast. Felt better too. ... When exactly had she removed her bra? Oh, it was unimportant anyway. The only thing she was interested in was licking away the ingredient, alternating each breast and the damn hotness that kept bothering her.
Where was it coming from all this heat anyway? It had to be close by or it wouldn't be so intense. It seemed to be originated somewhere below. She reached with her hand, following her sweating and sticky body. It seemed that there was more ingredient than she though because even her abdomen was covered in it. She decided that it was better keep licking it away while she searched.
She gasped when she reached the source of the heat. It was wet and slippery and touching it felt soooo good. What a strange thing. She stirred it some more. Merlin, what a wonderful night it turned out to be.
-oOo-
Clara grinned at the sight of Ginny, sitting alone at their table, wearing nothing but socks, fingering her wet cunt while surrounded by men who kept cumming on her. Oh, how she would have freaked out if she had been still conscious, but she was hopelessly drunk and the only thing that didn't allow her to pass out was the potion she had put into her beer.
She kept looking until Gwenog, who was bent on the opposite side of her table with a man fucking her from behind, just like her, pulled her into a passionate kiss. Her mouth reeked of cum and Clara loved it. She loved it even more when the man behind her, whomever he was, released his load right into her womb, making her come violently while her tongue was still intertwined with her teammates. She hadn't event stopped cumming yet that another man took her partner's place and begun pounding at her cunt with abandon, making her squeal in Gweong's mouth.
Merlin how she loved the nights out with her teammates. Thinking about it now, she couldn't believe she used to live without it, nor she could quite understand how she could have felt guilty for cheating on her husband a few years ago.
For years she had been growing increasingly frustrated with her sexual life, until her uncle took into this place one night and fucked her silly with all of his friend while she was drunk. She had enjoyed it far too much to call it rape afterward, and that knowledge ate away at her for months before she learned that Gwenog too had the same problem and deal with it in the same manner.
Life hadn't been the same after that, but it had been better. She even played better because she was more relaxed and satisfied. It took very little to drag the rest of her teammates with the exception of Ginny into it. She couldn't believe it possible, knowing how powerful he was, but from what they had managed to gather from Ginny's few talks of her private life, Harry Potter had to be a tiny-dick premature ejaculator.
Originally none of them wanted to give the man who killed Voldemort any reason for considering the Holyday Harpies anything less than a safe environment for his, but when his lack of decent sexual talent ruined their game they couldn't stand for it. Ginny had failed, or more likely she hadn't even tried, to find herself a lover so it fell upon them to relieve her of her stress and make her broom-worthy again.
Now... now there was no turning back. No one got out of this little club of theirs. There were influent people who came in this place expressly to fuck celebrities who were having a hard time, be it financial or otherwise, and the wife of Harry Potter was without a doubt one of the most sought after woman of the country.
Many people envied or loathed Harry Potter and getting to fuck his wife, turning her into a cock-addicted whore was more than they had hoped for. The question passing through everyone's mind was: who would have the honor of being the first?
That was when the door slammed open and Draco Malfoy walked in.
-oOo-
AN: How did you like this chapter? Was it hot enough? Do you like how Ginny is going to slowly fall to lust and become a whore? I can't wait to let you read it. Please review and let me know what you think. I'm eagerly awaiting as many dirty and depraved suggestion.
Don't make me wait too long. :)
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