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Memoirs of Fate	By : TragicBackstory Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 23587 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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So there I was, trapped between the massive ginger tree trunk and Veela destroyer. I was panicking as I felt them both get ahold of me. Ron was the type to go straight for the breasts, and I looked up into Fleur’s eyes as she found my butt with both hands.

“Guys….I’m not sure–”

“Sssshh, love.” The tall blonde didn’t so much reassure me as quiet me down as they went to work. My dress lasted about as long as it took them to figure out who needed to pull on what to get it to fall to my feet. Ron’s body behind me was burning hot, and I felt goosebumps forming on my but as his still damp slab of meat wedged between my cheeks as he hugged on me.

“I am so bloody close.”

The desperation in Ron’s voice did not fill me with confidence as I felt the vein on the top of his monster literally throbbing between my cheeks, and I turned my head to try and reassure him only to get my mouth filled with tongue. I could feel Fluer pushing all of us closer to the bed and I accidentally bit his tongue as we all started to tumble.

“You first pet.”

That word seemed to egg him on, as I scrambled up the bed on my hands and feet, sliding my butt on the sheets, I really wish she hadn’t.

I was sore. I was raw. I was fresh of a marathon session of sex with a penis one fourth his size. None of that mattered as Ron Weasley groaned into my ear and with three snarling grunts completely and utterly filled me like a battering ram till my eyes were in tears and my walls were fluttering like a seizure. My feet on instinct went to the small of his back, my toes felt like they were gonna cramp as he just laid there. I was aware that he was whispering something to me, and I’m sure by Ron’s standards they were fantastically romantic, but my body was on the verge of a self-defense orgasm. Just when I thought he was going to pull out and start…well…the term we still use is ‘Ron-fucking me’.... He went deeper. A LOT deeper.

“HRNG!!”

That was not the sound of total pleasure, and I opened my eyes to see Ron’s eyes bugged out in absolute panic and confusion…and right next to his face Fluer looked like the fox in the hen house. Her bottom lip trembled slightly as she gasped, and I watched Ron’s entire body begin to shake, ending in a massive throb of the tool currently filling me to the point of pain.

“I promise I’ll let you try this later, pet….but it was too good to pass up.” Fluer’s words were desperate? Not since I’d gripped the amulet around her neck had I heard such lusty desperation in her voice. “Fill her to the brim pet, and I will make this good for all of us.”

What happened next, I cannot really explain to you. Fluer bit her lip and I felt the weight on top of me begin to rock, crushing me into the bed. The last thing I remember was Ron looking at me, pleading and terrified before his eyes crossed and rolled up into my head.

And then it happened, the cock inside me swelled so big it took my breath away before absolutely unloading. It was almost disrespectful how violently the thing was spitting inside me, and I barely had time to cry out from the sting of sultry cream in my raw walls before I dug my nails into his back and screamed. And I screamed. I didn’t moan or squeal or anything. I fucking screamed my head off right up until I felt rock hard nipples sliding up and down the backs of my hands.

“Yes my love, take him all…more!”

There is a good reason Ron Weasley was not born a Veela, and its the same reason Fluer Delacour was not born with a cock the size of Ron’s. Filled to the brim with Ron, I stared straight into my Veela girl’s eyes as she locked lips with me and hit us all with a blast of allure that made Ron’s dick jump so hard it HURT. However it had the extra side effect of sending me into the most mind-altering orgasm I’d ever had. I watched the pensive later, the two of us looked frantic as we kicked and screamed underneath Fluer who looked…..fucking giddy. Head thrown back and smile wide as can be, just pounding away at what I later realized was Ron’s poor prostate.

As for me I got to see none of it, because I prioritized cumming to breathing, and promptly passed out about a minute into my rapture.

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I woke up shortly afterwards with covers pulled over me, the sounds of grunting and squealing next to me telling me they were far from done.

The frantic rhythmic cry in french told me that despite the face she was making, Ron felt good returning the favor from earlier. I could hardly believe anyone could take the ginger monster up the butt, but Ron was making sure to restore his masculinity as hard as she could handle. Judging by the way his knees shook, and her feet trembled every time he crammed his dick up her ass, the two were made for each other.

“You two look like you’re having fun,” I quipped, rolling over till her forearm was against my hip as she looked up at me from her hands and knees. I smiled back for a second before raising my hand.

“Wha-JAMIE wait!” Fluer realized what was about to happen, but there was no way I was not about to have my revenge. Ron didn’t comprehend either until his eyes showed the result. I let me eyes linger across her face as I made a fist of that pretty little locket that appeared around her neck, watching her entire body lock up from the feeling of an uncontrollable, unstoppable….overwhelming orgasm…while getting plowed up the ass by a ginger with a forearm for a dick. Ron for his part actually just went balls deep and stared down at us like his cock was having an existential crisis somewhere in the last foot of her colon. I held on until I saw her face starting to turn a bit purple. Apparently I wasn’t the only one who couldn’t breath when things got really good. Eventually she started tapping my forearm begging for mercy, and I let go listening to the sound of hoarse wheezing and listened to the stream fire out behind Ron onto the bed.

Fluer could squirt. Good to know.

Rolling to the edge of the bed I left them there as I tried and failed to stand twice before making my way to the bathroom to get dressed. Realizing that I could end some of my own suffering was the reason I decided to change to Harry again.

It hurt. But once it was over it was worth it. No sore nethers, just a warm sort of feeling in my stomach, like I’d drank a bunch of beer or something. I’d just buckled my belt when I heard Ron start whimpering. I peaked my head back out of the bathroom and winced.

Ron’s dick would be sparkling clean by the time that she was done sucking it, that much I was confident with. I just questioned how clean it was going to be, even coming spotless out of a Veela’s ass. That girl is kinky, I’ll just leave it out there.

Ron’s cry as he saw me was hilarious. One hand on top of Fluer’s machine gun bobbing head and the other reaching out to me like he was trying to survive a horror movie begging for help? Served him right.

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For anyone out there who is blessed such as I, to go back and forth between the wonders of the flesh, I have a warning for you above all others; do not violate the sanctity of your pleasure. That sounds really fancy, but it’s important. This was not the first time I’d done it, but it was the first time I really….really noticed. Whether man to woman, or woman to man….DON’T. I changed in the middle of the afterglow of my experience with a Veela and a Weasley, it wouldn’t be the last time, but holy shit.

I spent the entire day so hard I could have unzipped and cast bombarda. To make matters worse I walked into my schedule in time to make it to potions…sitting next to Hermione. Apparently being left wanting by Ron and Verbally shamed by Fluer left the girl practically spaced out and hard up for it like I’d never seen her. My dick I should point out was achingly hard, if I hadn’t made that perfectly and abundantly clear, and her constant “checking in” on it’s status with a hand casually had me snapping quill twice before class let out.

I was all set to give her what she wanted when Ron rounded the corner, and after awkwardly looking at the three of us you’d have thought we were fighting, before he whisked her away. I didn’t even think the face he was making was funny. I empathize with his plight at the time,realizing it could be mine one day. A butthole is a butthole, there was no magical formula to it when it came to switching my Jamie/Harry button. I knew the second I expressed even the slightest bit of interest I had a menagerie of teenage hormones eager to bugger me up like I was paying off a life debt. I didn’t have time for that now, whether the act or the thoughts of being a sore assed teenage boy and what that would mean for my “divide” when it came to my sexuality.

My march to the common room was unimpeded and uneventful save for a quick chat with Seamus involving plans for the dance. The dancing practice earlier in the week to see Ron with McGonnagal had put him in a bit of a tiff about what to do about a date. This was funny to me because I told him he was taken care of. It was actually one of the reasons I was in such a rush.

“Hey,” I smiled and waved at a few of my younger classmates. It was so hard to keep names and faces straight after so many years, and reintroducing yourself like you hadn’t just spent the last few years living together was awkward

“Good Evening Harry,” she smiled at me, her mocha skin as radiant as ever, and I nodded. She seemed confused as I stopped, like she expected me to keep walking.

“Would you like to go to the dance with me?” I swallowed hard looking at my classmate who seemed a little shocked, “Ron is a little shy, he wanted to ask your sister. I think we could all go as friends if she doesn’t have a date either? I just know how embarrassing this all is waiting and wonder–”

“Yes.”

“....Oh.” I smiled as Parvarti cut me off.

“We would be delighted. I’ll let my sister know.” She turned and scooped her books up and I thought for a second I’d made the mistake of confusing her for her sister with the amount of books, but then she went scrambling up the stairs in a hurry after calmly walking the first few feet.

I didn’t really give it much thought, everything was according to plan. Sure I’d not waited as long as last time to ask her, but it was all on track.

Right up until Lavender burst into my room that night and asked me what the fuck I was thinking. Apparently she’d woken up in the middle of the night in the complete dark to a very lovely set of hands all over her. Thinking it was her wives she’d gone along with it until in the middle of the hot and heaviest part…voices did not match up.Needless to say assumptions had been made, and a very attractive set of twin girls were not distraughtly waiting in her room for an explanation.
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