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Queen Ginny	By : Wimp36 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Ginny Views: 637 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Cherry tart in hand, Harry returned to Hermione’s house. The walk through town, unaccompanied by security, had been pleasant, and he’d lingered in the bakery chatting with its proprietor for a while, giving Hermione more time to talk to Ginny. A stop for a bottle of brandy had bought a further ten minutes. He’d just stepped inside when Hermione appeared from down the hall. She looked a little breathless, and her cheeks were flushed.

“Good, you’re back. Give that to Winky and come with me. And follow my lead.”

Instead of leading him back to the dining room, she steered him towards the sitting room. A flickering light told him that she’d lit a fire. Stepping over the threshold, Harry jolted to a halt.

Ginny knelt in front of the fireplace, dressed only in her lingerie, and staring at the floor.

“What the…,” spluttered Harry. Hermione rested a hand on his back.

“Ginny and I had a talk, and we know what she needs. Remember: follow my lead.”

Hermione walked further into the room and settled into an armchair before addressing Ginny.

“Slut,” she said, firmly. “Do you have something to ask your husband?”

There was a pause, just long enough for Harry to be sure he was hallucinating, and then Ginny looked at him hungrily.

“May I suck your cock, Harry?”

“Wha…I…” stammered Harry. He glanced to Hermione, who mouthed “Play along” at him. With a mental shrug, he played along. “You may.”

Ginny crawled forward and reached for his belt. He could feel Hermione’s hungry eyes on him as Ginny slipped the belt free and undid his fly. Knowing that this was being watched by his best friend brought his cock quickly to life, and by the time Ginny fished him out of his boxers, he was fully engorged. He couldn’t ever recall being in this position: standing over a kneeling Ginny, but the way she stared up at him was intensely erotic. He felt powerful, too. For someone who was arguably the most powerful wizard in the world, this shouldn’t be a new feeling, but somehow, it was.

Ginny’s mouth on his cock pulled him back. She engulfed the head of his cock in her mouth and took him in slowly, managing to engulf the first five inches. She pulled back slowly, repeating this several times before pulling his cock from her mouth and kissing the side of his shaft lovingly. Suddenly, Hermione was there, standing next to Harry and resting her hand on top of Ginny’s head.

“You have a gorgeous cock, Harry. Wish I’d peeked a look earlier…I’d have been all over it. Lick his balls, Ginny,” she ordered, and the other woman obeyed. Harry sighed as Ginny’s tongue caressed his balls, closing his eyes at the blissful sensation. Moments later Ginny’s mouth was back on his cock and a pair of lips met his. He opened his eyes to see Hermione mere inches from his face, smiling. Hearing gagging sounds, he glanced down to see her pushing Ginny’s head down his cock and then back up the Hermione, who was coming in for another kiss.

Harry kissed back this time, allowing Hermione’s tongue into his mouth. He brought a hand up to Hermione’s breast, too, stroking it gently. Ginny’s intensifying moans told him that she was enjoying the show. Those same moans brought him ever closer to his impending orgasm.

“Gonna cum,” he grunted and Hermione broke the kiss as Harry began to pump Ginny’s mouth full of cum.

“Don’t swallow yet, Ginny,” instructed Hermione. “Show your master his cum and wait to be told to swallow.”

Awed, Harry watched as Ginny settled back on her heels and opened her mouth, showing him that it was filled with thick white fluid.

“Swallow,” he ordered. Ginny closed her mouth gulped, moaning in apparent pleasure, then opened her mouth again to show that she had complied.

“Good girl,” said Hermione, eliciting another moan from Ginny. “Now, I’m going to fill Harry in on our discussion. While I do that, why don’t you help him with his shoes and give his feet a rub. Here, Harry, sit down.”

She ushered him to sit on the sofa and Ginny immediately began to comply with her suggestion.

“So Ginny and I had a bit of a talk, and I was right. There’s been something building up for a while that should have been out in the open. You see, you’re too much of a gentleman for our Ginny here. I gather that after her World Cup performance, the two of you tied one on and when you got frisky you were a tad rougher than usual.”

Harry strained for the memory, but that night was a blur. Hermione continued.

“I can tell by your face that you don’t remember, but Ginny does, and she got hooked. She’s fantasized about it constantly since then. About going further. She hasn’t gotten tired of sex: she wants more. But she wants to be used. To be owned. She wants you to order her around, to discipline her, to humiliate her. Tell Harry what you told me about this morning, Ginny.”

“I’ve been deliberately wearing lingerie while I get ready to tease you. I thought that if we weren’t having sex but I dressed sexily it would wake something up in you. I was hoping you’d pull me out of that chair and straight onto my knees.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t feel like I could. I thought that you must just want everything to be normal and easy. I thought that if I told you that I want to be your slut you’d think I was disgusting and leave me. If I told you what I want you to do to me…” She trailed off.

“I’d never leave you, Ginny. I love you, and I have to say…your fantasies are intriguing. If you want to be my slut, I’ll give you everything you could possibly imaging, and more.”
Ginny shuddered at those words.

“Excellent,” said Hermione. “Let’s have some fun, shall we?”

“Yes, Mistress,” said Ginny.

“Mistress?” Asked Harry.

“Oh, I’m getting in on this. You need someone to help show you how to train this little whore, and I’ve had some practice. Plus, I wasn’t kidding before. You’ve got a great cock and I want a piece of it.”

“And you’re all right with this, Ginny?”

“Yes, sir,” she said, and he could hear the hunger in her voice.

“So, Hermione,” said Harry, leaning over to kiss her on the cheek, “what’s first?”

“Well,” she said, kicking off one of her shoes, “I think that Ginny needs to thank me for helping facilitate this, and then, I think, a punishment might be in order. After all, Ginny came to the conclusion that she wanted to serve you, but kept that to herself for years. Lick my foot, Ginny,” she ordered, and used it to pull Ginny closer to her. “Harry, why don’t you go up to my bedroom. The password for the walk-in closet is “crookshanks.” Pick out something for our little slut to wear…and me too, while you’re at it. All the clothes are self-sizing. Grab any toys that strike your fancy, too.”

Harry left the room as Ginny began to lick Hermione’s toes and practically skipped up to Hermione’s room, his mind spinning with possibilities that made it hard to walk, a problem made more pressing by the interior of Hermione’s closet. One side of the small room held everyday clothing, from workout attire to ball gowns. The other side was a pervert’s fantasy: lingerie, fetish wear, costumes, dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, ropes, handcuffs, spreaders, paddles, floggers, riding crops, gags, collars, and more.

Harry was particularly interested in a photo album sitting atop a cabinet. Opening it, he actively considered a quick wank, as he was treated to pictures of witches — and a few wizards — in various compromising positions. Hermione, usually attired in black or red, featured in a few, but most were shots of her partners.

Padma Patil (or maybe Parvati, but the blue collar hinted that it was the Ravenclaw) drinking out of a dog bowl, a dog’s tail sticking out of her ass. Daphne and Astoria Greengrass secured by collars to a central pole and licking a large dildo affixed to its top. A drooling Luna Lovegood in her Hogwarts uniform being rear-ended by a hulking figure — that couldn’t be Hagrid! — in a leather gimp suit. Dennis Creevey licking a leather boot while Susan Bones flogged his upturned rump. Pansy Parkinson with her breasts swollen by their tight rope wrappings lowering herself anus first onto a massive butt plug. Both Patils, a double ended dildo lodged in each perfect brown pussy. Kingsley Shacklebolt in leather chaps lounging on a sofa with his feet on Hermione’s back as she crouched on all fours, her mouth held open by a ring gag, drool and cum plastering her face and dripping to the floor.

More.

Hermione wearing a strapon that was being sucked by a latex-clad Cho Chang. The Patils again, each sucking one of Hermione’s nipples. Hermione planting a kiss on the end of a large erect penis. Lavender Brown, with red welts covering her breasts and stomach, being offered a goblet of yellow liquid by Hermione. Dean Thomas and Blaise Zabini double-teaming Hermione while Draco Malfoy — dressed in bridal lingerie and a tiny chastity cage — squirmed on a bondage cross. Hermione kneeling in front of Bill Weasley, his scarred hands pushing a massive cock down her throat while Fleur knelt behind him, clearly giving him a rimjob. Neville Longbottom and a strapon-wearing Hermione stuffing Luna’s asshole with their cocks. Hermione behind a desk, legs spread on the desktop and hands at work on her pussy while Professor Sinistra crouched beneath Firenze, his front hooves braced against a wall for leverage.

More. More!

Harry put the book down, dazed and near exploding. Full of even more ideas than ever, he grabbed a black holdall and filled it quickly before heading back downstairs to find Ginny, fully naked now, trying to suck Hermione’s whole foot.

“Oh, good,” said Hermione, “you’re back. Did you see my memory book?”

“I did,” said Harry. “You’ve been busy.”

“Get any ideas?”

“Oh, yes.” He dropped the holdall. “Ginny, come here and undress me. Then you can undress Hermione.”

Ginny gave Hermione’s foot a final kiss before scurrying to Harry, divesting him of all of his clothes as quickly as possible. Hermione stood so that Ginny could offer the same service to her, and Harry drank in his friend’s naked form. Hermione was an inch or two shorter than Ginny, but with more curved hips and larger breasts, each capped with a dark areola and and a nipple transfixed by a gold bar. Between her legs was a perfectly smooth mound, a tiny gold bead piercing the apex of her vulva. Harry reached into the holdall for the first outfit.

“Get dressed.” He ordered his wife.

With a little trial and error, Ginny managed to don the outfit: a black latex hood that left only her eyes and mouth visible, with a hole in the back for her ponytail, a red leather corset that cinched itself tight around her, thigh-high black stockings, and knee-high red stiletto boots. Her pussy was left on prominent display.

“And these,” said Harry, adding three more items. “Ask Hermione for help.”

“Mistress,” said Ginny, her voice thick with desire, “please help me with the rest of my outfit.”

“Gladly,” said Hermione. She fixed the collar around Ginny’s neck, cinching it tight, and then clipped the ends of the gold chain to each of Ginny’s pert pink nipples. “Now bend over, slut.”

Ginny did, presenting her ass to the air. Hermione took the self-lubricating butt plug — a relatively small one — and slid it into Ginny’s waiting hole, drawing a shuddering gasp from the other woman.

“Now,” said Harry. “Dress your Mistress and me.”

Working quickly and carefully, Ginny arrayed Hermione in the outfit Harry had picked: a lacy gold-trimmed green bra with matching knickers, garter belt, and beige stockings, a translucent green robe edged in gold lace, black heels, and a gold and pearl necklace. Harry had chosen an outfit for himself as well and was now dressed in leather harness that emphasized the muscles of his chest, and flowing green linen trousers against which his cock made an obscene impression.

“All right,” he said, handing a riding crop and ring gag to Hermione and pulling out a set of restraints and a leather paddle. “I think it’s time for some fun.”
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