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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 true Ginny
The door closed behind them loud slam that almost made her jump out of her skin.
She was alone now with Draco Malfoy, now, in a bedroom, with the stated intent of having sex together. Merlin, this was all wrong.
“Ah, Draco,” she fidgeted, “I’m not sure about this anymore.”
“It’s your choice, Potter,” the platinum blonde sighed behind her, running a hand through his air.”If you want to leave, go right ahead.” As if to prove his point he opened the door for her. “That is, of course, if you are ready to accept the consequences.”
“Bastard,” she said through gritted teeth.”You just want to fuck me, that’s the truth.”
“Look Ginny,” he replied angrily, closing the door again. “I’m really tired of this holier than thou attitude of yours. I’m giving you all the options besides simply turning your back on your responsibilities. Quite frankly, another person wouldn’t have bothered. Your pictures could have been on the Prophet this morning if I didn’t come in when I did. Anybody else would have either sold them or just blackmailed you to the end of your days. Anybody else wouldn’t have dragged you away from that place, cleaned you up and tucked into your bed.”
“Eh? What do you… oh”
“Yeah. Oh,” he mocked. “If I wanted to just have sex with you, like you said, I wouldn’t have to go through all of this.”
Her eyes lost her rage, sliding away from him. She hadn’t really stopped to consider how she got home. Thinking about it, it couldn’t have been her teammates, far too busy enjoying themselves. She had though that somehow she had drunkenly got back on her own.
“Oh,” she replied. “Ah. T-Thank you?”
This was almost ridiculous, she thought. Here she was thanking the man who was trying to blackmail her into having sex with him. But… was it really blackmail at this point? He did not ask at any point for compensation, nor he told her she had to go through with it. From the beginning the only thing he asked was for her to be honest.
The truth was that she had cheated on her husband and that Draco had prevented it from becoming widespread knowledge. Wouldn’t anyone else in his place thought pretty much the same thing about her? That she was a slut? No one would have given her the benefit of the doubt. Rather they would have taken advantage of her during and after that evening.
“You’re welcome,” he replied far more gently that she thought him capable of.
He was right. It was her mistake, her responsibility, but she couldn’t tell Harry. There was just no way she could. Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself and the slid her coat of her shoulders. With trembling hands she went to unbutton her shirt, but when she had the second one popped open she found Draco’s hands stopping hers.
“Don’t rush,” he whispered, “let’s do things in order.”
“What do you-!!“
She found his lips on hers, gentle but demanding at the same time. He pulled her to his chest, sliding an arm behind her.
For a moment everything blurred her manly scent filling her nostrils. Before she could fully comprehend what was going on her lips were kissing back.
‘I…’ she blinked, but she didn’t push him back. ‘I’m really kissing Draco Malfoy? This is so wrong.’ But even if she found it wrong she didn’t push him away, not even when his tongue demanded entrance to her mouth.
‘I don’t like this,’ she told herself. ‘I’m doing it for the sake of my family.’
But even if her mind thought that, grasping to maintain her convictions, it didn’t change the fact that her body was answering to him.
She leaned forward, molding her form to his. She squeaked when his callous hand grabbed her bottom, squeezing strongly. She moaned when his other hand caressed her breast, grazing at her surprisingly stiff nipple.
He played with her while she floated in a strange could of haziness. She didn’t even notice when her shirt and skirt fell, enraptured as she was by Draco’s skilled ministration.
‘This doesn’t feel good’ she stubbornly told herself when her bra followed her shirt.
‘This… doesn’t feel… good at all’ she repeated when he removed his shirt and let her hands roam over his broad torso.
He took her breast, and kissed it, playfully teasing her nipple. She arched her back and moaned, loudly enough to snap her out of her haze.
She pulled back, trying to regain her control, her sanity, but Draco only to the change to remove is belt and let his trousers and pants fall on the floor, revealing the thing underneath. Ginny gasped at the sight.
Draco’s cock was erect, even if not fully, and already it was longer than her forearm with enough girth that she knew just by looking that one of her hand alone couldn’t wrap it entirely.
It was… it was at least five times Harry’s and it was already leaking precum from the tip. She didn’t even know they could be that big. Something like that certainly couldn’t fit inside her body.
She was afraid it would hurt, but even if her mind was afraid, her body answered appropriately.
“I’… that’s too big,” she said. “It will never fit.”
“Don’t be silly, Ginny. You gave birth to three children already. As endowed as I may be, it’s nothing compared to childbirth.”
“I… guess…”
“Besides,” he smirked. “You don’t sound really convinced about it.
“Eh?” she asked dumbfounded, realizing only then that she was playing with her breast with one hand while the other pressed against her panties, moist with female juices to the point of being practically transparent. “No, I… Something wrong with my body. They… someone must have slipped something into my drink yesterday.”
“Well of course they did,” Draco replied evenly, while he run his hands over her skin causing her to shiver. “It’s a variant of the Veritaserum.”
“Ah… wha…” she slurred with he played with her breasts, drawing circles around her nipple but not quite touching them. His manhood though, was poking teasingly at her belly button.
“It’s a variant of the Truth Serum mostly used at parties,” he explained while she run her hand over the length of his dick, mesmerized by the throbbing length and the bulging veins all around it. “Well, certain parties at least.”
“Ah… No… This is wrong… I was drugged. That’s it. It’s all that potion’s fault,” she pleaded, though she didn’t stop her hands from stroking his cock with increasing strength.
“Not quite,” he chuckled. “The only thing the potion does is making a person honest with their feelings. It doesn’t force them to do anything they don’t really want or find repugnat. Don’t look for excuses, Ginny. It was all you last night.”
“N-No…”
“Yes,” he replied moving toward for her slobbering pussy, pulling down her panties and running his fingers in the wet mound. Ginny moaned loudly, body shaking in release, despite her best efforts at holding back, leaning against his body, unable to support her weight on her own legs. “This is the real you, Ginny Potter. And you just came all over my fingers.”
“No. I… didn’t come. You’re wrong…” she protested weakly. “There’s no way something like that could have… felt good.”
“Oh?” he smirked. “I guess it was my mistake then. Let’s continue, shall we?”
He lifted her bridal style and went for the bed, dropping her on the soft mattress unceremoniously. He joined her immediately, his throbbing manhood pointing menacingly at her. Ginny shivered and more juice fell from her already dripping pussy. For all her denials, her body was being honest. It was all the potion’s fault, she convinced herself.
“By the way,” he said spreading her legs apart with any resistance on her part.” That potion doesn’t last more than two hours.”
“Two hou- AiiiiIIIII!” she squealed as he plunged into her in a single stroke, finding almost no resistance in the sloppy wet cunt. Though she was tight, her body accepted him fully. Ginny cried partially in pain but mostly in pleasure.
“Hey, now, don’t tell me you came from having it just stuck in.”
“I.. I… I… did not come,” she stuttered with her back arched and with her nail digging bloody trails into his chest.
“Stubborn to the end, aren’t you?” He laughed. “Well, I guess I just have to go until you admit it.”
“Wait! Don’t move ye- Aaaah! Ah! Ah! Ah!”
Draco rammed into her with long and powerful swings, his manhood reaching all the way to her innermost place.
“IiiiIiii,” she wailed. “Big! Why is it so biiig?”
“This is a real man’s dick, Ginny,” he purred into her ear.
“It’s… ah! Tearing me ah! Apart… I never….”
“Never what? Felt so good?”
“No! This doesn’t feel… Aaah! Any good at all. This doesn’t –IAAAH!”
Her cunt tightened and wrapped around his manhood with enough strength to almost make him hurt. Still, Draco didn’t come yet.
“I didn’t… I didn’t… come,” she slurred. “I most certainly didn’t come.”
Draco slowly pulled out, causing Ginny to moan in displeasure. Her disappointment lasted only a moment as he flipped her around and grabbed her wait, forcing her on all four.
“Wait, I never- Auuuh!!” she moaned when his dick pierced her cunt from behind.
The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed through the room, impregnating the air with the scent of a fertile woman in heat. Ginny’s mind was swirling violently, too caught in the feelings to formulate any coherent thought. She didn’t even notice that she was pushing back at Draco’s, matching his rhythm with increasing vigor.
On his part Draco held nothing back. He reached for the depths of her womanhood as if trying to conquer a foreign land. For all her denials, Ginny’s cunt was wrapping his cock and pulling it further in, where her cervix throbbed in anticipation.
He knew from the tightening of her pussy that she was about to reach an orgasm again, but this time he had no intention to just let her brush it off. As she was almost on the brink he pulled out.
“No… ah…” she cried in dismay. “W… why?”
He didn’t reply but grabbed her hips, dragging her to the edge of the bed, where he lifted her by her legs effortlessly. He stood in front of the full-height mirror where he spread her legs apart. Ginny was startled by this but she had no time to protest as she was immediately impaled by his dick from behind.
“Ooooh,” she gasped. Her breath was knocked out of her by the pleasure and the sudden pressure that was almost like a punch to the stomach. Draco lifted her let her fell on his cock repeatedly, though more gently, while Ginny held herself in position by wrapping her hands around his head from behind her shoulders. Her boobs swung wildly up and down in a mesmerizing motion. She was almost about to come when Draco stopped again, keeping only the crown of his cock into her womanhood. Ginny’s pussy clung at it with everything she had.
“Why…?” she panted. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded before she could stop herself.
“I’m growing tired of your blatant lies,” he growled into her ear. “So this is where we stop.”
“Don’t….”
“What do you want, Ginny?” he asked, rocking his hips. “Do you want my dick inside you? Do you want my dick to make you come?”
“Y…yes.”
“Yes, what? What do you want from me? Use your own words.”
“I want… your… big… c-cock… inside me.”
“And?” he demanded.
“Make me com-iiiiH!”
“Look at yourself, Ginny,” he commanded as he pounded her for all he was worth. “This is the real you. A woman pleading a man other than your husband to give you pleasure. This is you, whore!”
And Ginny looked at her own reflection, bouncing up and down Draco’s cock. Her expression wasn’t tormented or even shameful. She wore an expression of delight, of fulfillment. Never she had been held like this. Never she had been taken like this. Never had a man reached so deep inside her.
As of that moment, there wasn’t a single glimpse of thought about her husband or her family in her mind. The single, all-consuming thought was the burning rod pounding violently inside her body.
She could no longer deny it. She didn’t want to deny it. She was- “Cummiiiiing!!!”
Her pussy squeezed around his cock, madly squirting juices beneath her, while she trashed in Draco’s arms. Exhausted in mind and body, she offered no resistance when the blonde pulled out of her and gently carried her to the bed, nor she did protest when he leaned on her and kissed her lips, tongue intertwining in a slow, wet dance.
“Now, then,” Draco whispered sultry in her ear. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Don’t… tell Harry,” she whimpered, her orgasm still washing through her, causing her body to spasm and twitch every now and then.
“That’s not what we agreed upon, Ginny dear,” he mumbled while he run his tongue down her stomach. “It’s quite obvious you can’t control yourself at all. A whore like you must be contained or you’ll end up causing damage.”
“I’ll… do anything. Please… don’t….”
“Hmm… fine,” he sighed. “Tell you what, come back here every night you can excuse yourself for other business for the next month. If by the end of it you can make me come before you do, then I’ll let this matter drop. If not, well, we’ll think of something.”
“A month… of sex… with you?” she asked, though her voice didn’t betray the dread it would have caused just a few minutes before.
“Yeah. I give you one month to learn to control yourself. If you fail, I’ll have to take some other measure of containment, that is, unless you come clean with Harry.”
“One month… alright… I can do it,” she agreed.
“Then we are in agreement. Now, shall we begin with your treatment right now?”
“Eh? Right away?”
“Of course,” he snorted, “or do you think you can afford to slack off?”
“…No,” she licked her lips. “I can’t really afford it.”
“Well, let’s continue then,” Draco smiled as he moved over her. Ginny didn’t even notice how she spread her legs in acceptance, this time.
-oOo-
An hour later Draco stepped out of the shower, wearing immaculate robes. He shoot a glance at his partners who was lying with her face planted into the cushions and her butt sticking up in the air, rivulets of manly seed overflowing for her abused cunt.
Though she was awake, her expression was vacant and blissfully happy. Draco snorted to himself. For one who claimed she wasn’t a whore, she certainly was more than eager to be fucked over and over again once her initial resistances were broken.
Ah, well, It wasn’t like he hadn’t expected as much, but he had underestimated the sheer hunger for cock she had. Regardless of Harry’s talent, or lack thereof, a woman with that sex drive was not something a normal man could handle.
Well, he did have more than one way to deal with a situation such as that. Potter would better be grateful that he didn’t let the matter become known to the general public. It was all because of his sense of honor that Draco had took this task upon himself. If he hadn’t, there was no doubt in his mind that Ginny would have caused a scandal sooner or later.
Like this he would make sure that Potter’s reputation would remain intact, and his debt would be paid in full. Of course, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t get his good fun out of it. After all, a whore’s a whore. There was no way that Ginny would be able to restrain her lust, especially now that he had shattered the flimsy moral restriction she used to have.
In a month time, when he called her a whore she’d be squirming in anticipation.
Just like she had had promised, it was only a matter of time.
He could hardly wait.
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