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Confessions of a Horny Harpie	By : ODB Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 30502 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 5

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Shock horror! We actually get some Quidditch in this chapter! Of course, Ginny gets screwed again, too, but that’s only to be expected, isn’t it?

“Bloody hell, look at that lot! A bunch of tarts and midgets! This going to be a walkover.”

Ginny’s head snapped around and she glared at the sneering faces of the Wigtown Wanderers players all dressed in their blood-red uniforms. The woman who had addressed them was one of the team’s beaters who Ginny thought was called Parkin.

“Fuck you, you fat cow,” she spat back.

“Why, what are you going to do? Bite my kneecaps? Bloody hell, you lot are a bunch of slags, aren’t you? Are you really going to play with your tits hanging out like that? Hoping to distract the male players, are you?”

“At least we have tits. What have you got under your top? A couple of fried eggs?”

“Why you…” the woman snarled, rising her bat and stepping forward.

“Try it you cow and you’ll end up hospitalised before the game even starts,” Gracie yelled, stepping forward with her own bat raised.

“Yeah? Keep flapping that big mouth of yours, you whore. I’m going to make sure I knock you clear off your broom. Mind you, if you land on those flabby tits of yours you’ll probably survive.”

The other Wigtown players all howled with laughter, apparently thinking that their beater was hilarious. Ginny growled.

“Careful, Gracie, with a face like that she could probably turn you to stone. I bet when she was born after the Healer cut the cord he tried to hang himself with it.”

“Yeah, where were you during the war?” Demelza yelled from behind her. “They could have used you to scare away the Dementors!”

“You bitch! I’m going to skin you alive!”

“Alright, alright! Break it up,” the referee yelled after suddenly appearing and inserting himself between the two teams. “I don’t mind a bit of banter but this is getting out of hand.”

“It’s their fault,” Parkin yelled. “They’re bringing the game into disgrace with those uniforms. They’re nothing but a bunch of whores.”

“Fuck you!”

“Leave it, Angela,” the Wigtown captain said, putting a restraining hand on his beater’s shoulder. “They’ll learn soon enough that their looks and a revealing outfit mean nothing when you’re out on the Quidditch field. They’ll soon learn their place after we humiliate them.”

“Yeah, shame it’s all going to over so quick. I mean, they’ve obviously just been hired for their bra sizes rather than any ability.”

The Wigtown players all laughed loudly again and began to shuffle down the tunnel towards the pitch. Ginny could feel herself start to shake with rage until a firm hand grabbed her arm. She looked around to see Gemma Jones staring at her with a grim expression on her face.

“Don’t lose your head,” she said in a dreadfully quiet voice. “Turn that anger into energy and go out there and murder them.”

Ginny stared back at her for a second before a malicious grin crept onto her face.

“You got it, captain,” she replied before looking back at her friends. “Hey, girls, how badly are we going to beat these morons?”

“They’re fucking going down. All of them,” Gracie snarled.

“Alright, ladies, let’s show them what we’re made of!” Gemma bellowed.

The whole team sprinted down the tunnel, eager to get into the air.

“We did it! We did it!”

Ginny bounced up and down on the spot, her arms interlinked with Gracie, Adele, and Demelza. Despite the recent press speculation that the fledging team would be slaughtered and their opponents' sneering attitude, they had won their first-ever game together.

Not that it had been easy. The 270 to 180 point victory had been the roughest game Ginny had ever seen, let alone participated in. It had been littered with fouls, dirty plays, and, at one point, a full-blown fistfight where she had jumped on the back of Wigtown’s captain and repeatedly punched him in the side of the head. Victory had only been assured when Adele had calmly plucked the snitch out of the air just as the despairing opposition’s seeker had been reaching for it. Needless to say, the half-French girl had been mobbed by her teammates.

The Harpie supporters had gone mad, too. This would have been a hard game even for the previous team as Wigtown had been pushing for a top-three place most of last season and had only fallen away due to injuries. This meant, however, that they would be taken seriously from now on and (hopefully) they wouldn’t just be taken for a bunch of hopeless bimbos hired to look pretty.

Encouragingly, Gwenog had reported that gate receipts were slightly up from last season. Now they had proved that they could actually play, she hoped the numbers would improve even further. The merchandise stall had done a roaring trade, too, with pictures of all the new players being particularly popular.

The Wigtown players had been particularly ungracious in defeat. They had stomped off the pitch without a single handshake being exchanged and left the stadium via the Floo immediately after getting changed, an almost unheard of breach of etiquettes where it was expected that no matter how bitter the battle had been on the pitch, the visiting team would always share a drink at the players bar afterwards.

“The stuck-up arseholes can just go and fuck themselves,” Gwenog declared.

After they had enthusiastically celebrated their win, the girls hit the baths. Ginny enjoyed a long soak before having her numerous cuts and bruises treated. Still bubbling with energy despite their gruelling match, they all headed towards the player’s bar with joy in their hearts. As soon as they entered, everyone already in the room started clapping and cheering. Ginny and her friends soon found themselves being plied with drinks.

After things had calmed down a bit, Ginny found herself propping up the bar with Gemma, the Harpies captain. The older woman just couldn’t seem to stop smiling.

“This is a great day for me,” she revealed to Ginny. “I’ve been a Harpie for my entire Quidditch career and I’ve seen a lot of changes. Although I wouldn’t normally ever say a bad word about Gwenog’s management of the team, I really didn’t care for a lot of the players we brought in last time. Bloody mercenaries, the lot of them. All they were interested in was their paycheques and they couldn’t give a shit about the club. They were more than happy to bugger off as soon as things started getting a bit sticky.”

“There were some big names that were signed, though,” Ginny pointed out.

“Yeah, definitely, but none of them gave two-shits about the Harpies. That’s why I’d take you and your mates over that lot any day. You wanted to be Harpies. You were all desperate to pull on the green and gold jersey and fought tooth and nail to earn it. That really showed out on the pitch today. If it got a bit rough previously all those poncy internationals would have just buckled under, too worried about getting injured. You lot, however, gave as good as you got. Better, in fact. Hell, I honestly thought Gracie was going to kill that prick of a seeker of theirs. What the hell did he say to her to get her that angry?”

“Oh, he made some stupid comment about offering her money to sleep with him. The one thing you do not call Gracie Collins is a whore.”

“Ha, ha! Stupid wanker. She should have kicked him in the balls.”

“That’s a bit difficult to do when you’re on a broom, Gem,” Ginny pointed out. “They all legged it pretty quick after Adele got the snitch, too.”

“Fucking ponces.”

“Too right. Err, Gem? I’ve been meaning to ask you. Who are those bunch of bloke down the end of the bar all wearing matching robes? They almost look like staff but I’ve never seen them before.”

“Hasn’t anyone clued you in about them? Shit. Well, they are sort of officially sanctioned by the club, or perhaps tolerated would be a better word. The management certainly turns a blind eye to them. They, Gin-Gin, are the Harpie Horndogs.”

“The who?”

“They’re the team’s semi-official groupies,” Gemma explained, grinning madly. “They are all fanatically devoted to the Harpies and will do anything for the players, and I do mean anything.”

“Fucking hell! What are those robes all about?”

“You can’t just rock up and become a Horndog. It’s an elite little group that only accepts new members by recommendation. By that I mean one of the players has had to have fucked the guy and be able to attest to his prowess between the sheets. Only handsome, well-hung blokes who are prepared to be totally submissive are allowed. It’s like a badge of honour amongst them, you know, they’ll never turn down a request from a player no matter how perverted. I remember the first year I joined the club one of them ended up in hospital after a regrettable incident involving an industrial-sized can of peanut butter. The chunky stuff, and all.”

“So, what your saying is that anytime I want to get laid, I can just call up one of them?”

“Only on match days and only when they are wearing those robes. The poor buggers do have lives beyond the team, you know. If you fancy a bit of fun after a game, though, they’re up for it.”

“And they’ll do anything I say?”

“Definitely. Here, watch.”

Gemma pointed at a handsome young man with floppy blonde hair. As soon as he saw her pointing her finger at him, he put down his drink and hurried over to her.

“What can I do for you, Miss Gemma?”

“You’re mine for the evening, got that?”

“Yes, Miss Gemma.”

“I’ll be expecting you to give my arsehole a good licking later, and all. Got that?”

“It will be my pleasure, Miss Gemma.”

“Good, now fuck off until I call for you.”

Smiling happily, the young man turned and re-joined his colleagues. Ginny’s jaw dropped.

“Bloody hell! You were right, he was totally submissive. What was with all that ‘Miss Gemma’ stuff?”

“That’s the way they always address the players. It’s always ‘Miss’ followed by your first name. Trust me, you could be buggering one of them up the arse with a giant dildo and they will always address you exactly the same.”

“Blimey!”

“Oh, one word of advice, don’t play favourites. Fair enough, you might fancy one particular guy out of all of them, but don’t call him out exclusively. Remember that they are groupies and not replacement boyfriends, okay? It will just cause trouble if you do that and it’s pretty frowned upon.”

“Have you had many of them?”

“Hmm, I admit that in recent years I’ve indulged rather less. In fact, I’ve more frequently picked up guys from other teams when they’ve come up to the bar than picked one of the Horndogs. When I first joined I pretty much fucked every one of them. They’re mostly a different group now, of course, but I’ve had one or two of them. I’ve never tried that blonde guy, though, so tonight might be interesting.”

“Are you really going to make him lick your arsehole?”

“Well, I have to establish that he’s willing, don’t I?”

“Oh, Gemma!”

“What about you, then, Gin-Gin? Any of that mob that you fancy?”

Ginny turned and examined the assembled group. If she were honest, she had it admit that they were all pretty attractive to her. The group had clearly been handpicked and the thought that all of them had proved themselves to be good in the sack thrilled her. She felt like a small child in a sweetshop.

Her eyes finally settled on a dark-haired man. He was a little shorter than most of them, had a five o’clock shadow, and carried himself with an aura of quiet confidence. Licking her lips, Ginny decided that he would be her entertainment for the evening.

“See something you like?” Gemma asked.

“Yeah, I think I do.”

“Well, call him over before someone else bags him for the night.”

It was pretty obvious that all the Horndogs were in the habit of regularly scanning the players in the hope of being summoned. Ginny waited until the man looked her way before crooking a finger at him. He smiled warmly and made his way over to her with hesitation.

“How can I be of service, Miss Ginny,” he asked with a soft Scottish accent.

Hiding her surprise that he even knew who she was, Ginny tried to emulate the authoritative manner of her captain. She looked him in the eye.

“You’re mine for the evening. Okay?”

“I’m honoured, Miss Ginny. May I also say how wonderfully you played today?”

“Thank you. Err, I’ll call you when I’m ready.”

“I’ll be waiting, Miss Ginny.”

Without a backward glance, he turned and headed back to his spot at the end of the bar. Ginny giggled.

“Wow, he’s hot! I can’t believe I can just snap my fingers and get a handsome bloke like him. I’m amazed he even knew who I was.”

“Bollocks,” Gemma said with a chuckle. “Not only were you the highest scoring chaser in the game today, but any merchandise with your picture on it has also been flying off the shelves for the last week. You and Gracie are the top sellers, you know. Mind you, Adele and Demelza aren’t far behind. Suddenly putting four hot, young witches into our team has boosted our sales to no end. After today’s performance, you girls are going to be hot property.”

“Really? Didn’t Mable get a look-in?”

“She’s relatively popular but nothing like the level of you four. She made a few stupid mistakes today which I doubt will do much for her popularity. Trust me, babe, blokes are going to be lining up begging you to shag them. You’ll have your pick of any guy you want.”

“I think I’m going to love being a Harpie,” Ginny said. “Oh, I forgot to ask that bloke what his name was.”

“Hamish,” Gemma replied instantly.

“Oh, do you know the name of all of them?”

“Not all of them, but who do you think recommended Hamish to be a Horndog?”

Ginny gawped at her captain for a moment before she burst out laughing.

In the end, Ginny didn’t spend much time at the bar. Although she normally liked a drink, she was just too excited about the thought of what was going to happen later. After downing her second glass she waved Hamish over to her and together they headed out of the room. Gemma winked at her as she left.

The player’s accommodation block was fairly close by and the Horndog seemed familiar with the route. Not wanting to walk in silence, Ginny decided to quiz the man.

“So, how long have you been doing this sort of thing?”

“I became a Horndog at the beginning of last season. Of course, the war interrupted everything but I was at every home game last season.”

“How many players have you entertained?”

“Umm, Miss Ginny, it’s not done to ask about what happens with other players. The whole point of us doing what we do is so the Harpies can indulge in whatever fantasies they have without worrying that it might end up in the press. Most of the girls just want straight sex but I have had some pretty weird requests, too. So no-one feels inhibited from asking for something that might be considered odd, we have a strict rule of silence about what happens in the bedroom.”

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know.”

“That’s alright. It’s your first time using our services, after all.”

“Is there anything else that I should know?”

“Not really, other than don’t be afraid to ask for what you really want. Your pleasure is my pleasure and the Horndogs were created so our heroes can get whatever they want. I’ve been a Harpies fan since I was a wee lad, and I’ve always felt that this is my way of helping the team.”

“I see.”

“Whatever you want me to do, just ask. I won’t care however degrading or perverted it is.”

“I don’t know, I’m a pretty straightforward kind of girl.”

“That’s good, too.”

They walked on in silence with Ginny increasingly feeling a little odd about the whole thing. All her sexual experiences up to that point had been pretty spontaneous. It felt weird to be walking to her room with a complete stranger knowing that in just a short while they would be fucking. It also gave her a strange thrill.

They soon reached her room and Ginny opened the door. The accommodation wasn’t huge but did feature a large bed and ensuite bathroom. Hamish immediately walked to the middle of the room and stood there with his hands behind his back.

“What would you like me to do, Miss Ginny?”

A definite stab of excitement ran through her at his words. She could make this handsome, rugged man do anything she wanted. With her legs starting to tremble, Ginny sat on the end of the bed just a few feet away from him.

“Strip for me,” she ordered.

Hamish didn’t hesitate. With a pleasant smile on his lips, he shrugged off his robes and began to unbutton his shirt. He was soon topless, revealing his muscular frame. He kicked off his shoes and pulled his trousers down with the kind of confidence that suggested he’d done something like this many times before. Once he was down to his briefs he paused just for a second, more to build up the tension than any other reason, before yanking them down and casually tossing them to one said. He then put his hands behind his back and stood there, displaying himself for her.

Ginny licked her lips. His cock dangled between his legs, long and thick. Gemma had mentioned that the Horndogs had been picked due to their size and ability, and it looked like Hamish had a whopper. A now-familiar feeling of desire gripped her as she stared at it.

“Come here.”

The man obediently stepped forward until his dick hung just inches from her face. Shaking with lust, Ginny reached up and grasped it in her right hand before giving it a few experiment strokes. She was delighted as it began to stiffen between her fingers.

She kept slowly wanking him until he was fully erect. It was a good eight inches, she reckoned, and rather thick. With her heart pounding, she leaned forward and ran her tongue up the entire length of his shaft. She heard Hamish take a sharp intake of breath as she started to slowly lick his engorged helmet. Once it was dripping with her saliva she opened her mouth wide and began to loving suck the throbbing dick. Her left hand massaged his balls as she made love to his meat with her mouth. Only when she began to taste the salty tang of his pre-cum did she release him.

“Wow, you’re really good at that, Miss Ginny. But shouldn’t I be pleasuring you, not the other way round?”

“I have to stay in practice,” she pointed out before swinging herself around rolling off the bed. Quickly, she undressed before throwing herself back onto the mattress and crawling up to the top. She twisted herself round and lay on her back with her head propped on the pillows. Grinning madly, she slowly opened her legs. “I guess it’s only fair if you do a bit of practicing, too.”

With a predatory expression on his face, Hamish climbed onto the bed and crawled towards her. He lower his head and began to lick her, making her moan in delight.

Hamish soon proved he was a master of cunnilingus. If she’d been wet before he started her cunt was soon dripping as he slowly drove her wild. He flattened his tongue and dragged it over her clitoris before delving deep into her vagina. Repeatedly, he licked her vulva with a slow intensity that threatened to drive her mad.

“Ooh, that’s so good,” she moaned. “That’s it, eat my fucking pussy. Eat it.”

The man seemed to have no intention of stopping and started to use his right hand to pleasure her, too. He drove his digits deep into her as his tongue caressed her clit. Ginny’s hands desperately ran through his messy black locks as he worked his magic.

“Oh, fuck. Keep going. Oh, fuck. I’m cumming, oh, fuck! Fuck! FUCKKKKK!”

Ginny screamed as her orgasm enveloped her, making her thrash about wildly. Hamish had his left arm wrapped around her leg, however, and refused to release her. As she screeched and her body spasmed, he continued to relentlessly lick her pussy. She swore and cried, beat her fists against the bed, and bucked wildly, but he showed no mercy. Only when her whole body arched and she let loose a scream that was probably heard in Cardiff did he relent and let her go. She lay there for a second, twitching, and trying to process what had just happened. It took her a good minute or two.

“Bloody hell, do you do that to every witch you meet?” she demanded.

“I try.”

She laughed before her expression turned serious again.

“Well, now you’ve gotten to know my pussy so well, I think it’s time you introduced your cock to it, don’t you?”

“It would be my pleasure, Miss Ginny.”

He crawled up the bed until their heads were level. Immediately, they began to kiss, their tongues battling against each other. Ginny left the bulbous head of his dick pressing up against her and she eagerly reached down and grabbed his pulsating shaft, guiding it to her. She bellowed in joy as she left his thick shaft slide into her.

Hamish plastered her face and neck with steamy kisses as he pushed his entire length into her. Rather than the frantic pounding Roger and Healer Meadows had given her, the Scotsman seemed to favour a more measure approach. He shafted her slowly and deeply, grinding himself against her grateful pussy as he filled her dripping hole with his dick. Ginny’s hands desperately roamed over his muscular body, gasping as his warm flesh rubbed against hers.

The man was like a machine, pushing himself relentlessly into her and driving her wild with lust. Her eyes rolled into her head as he fucked her with an intensity that she’d never experienced before. Her body trembled as another orgasm hit her but she was incapable of making any noise other than to pant with desire. Only the stripper with the massive dong could replicate how utterly Hamish’s cock filled her. Tears of joy rolled down her cheeks as the thick dick slid deep into her again and again. At this rate, she’d go insane!

“Enough… enough…” she managed to gasp and, to his credit, Hamish immediately pulled out of her. “Let’s… let’s change position. Get on your back.”

Feeling she needed to gain some control of the proceedings, she watched as he rolled onto his back with his mighty dick pointing skyward. Just the sight of him lying like that made her want to scream in delight. How the hell had she got so lucky?

Quickly, she climbed over his body, straddling him. Then, shaking with anticipation, she lowered herself down and let his dick slide back into her pussy. How the hell could anything feel this good, she thought, as she took his entire length into her.

Staying upright, Ginny started to impale herself on his throbbing dick time and time again. She ran her hands through her long hair as she writhed on top of him. He ran his strong hands over her flesh, caressing her stomach, her legs, and her tits. She wanted him to touch every part of her body and for him to worship her.

As she rhythmically thrust herself down onto him, Ginny caught sight of herself in her bedroom mirror. Immediately, she regretted that the mirror wasn’t bigger as she could only see the top half of her body. Her hair was a mess by this point and she was surprised at just how much her nipples jutted out. Still, she looked fucking hot and she began to understand why so many men wanted to fuck her. Watching herself was doing it for her and she mentally made plans to get a bigger mirror fitted.

Perhaps seeing her looking at her reflection, Hamish reached up and squeezed her tits in his hands. She groaned at the feeling of his strong fingers rubbing her stiff nipples and she ground herself down onto him even harder. Tearing her eyes away from the mirror, he looked directly into his hazel orbs. They were both breathing heavily by this point and they maintained eye contact as they fucked, the bed creaking loudly beneath them.

“Miss Ginny, I can’t last much longer,” Hamish gasped after a while. “Where would you like me to cum?”

“Over my tits,” she answered immediately. “I want to watch you shoot your load all over me.”

“Yes, Miss…I… I… think we’d better get in position.”

Scrambling up, Ginny leapt off the bed and dropped to her knee while cradling her boobs in her hands. Hamish’s face and upper chest were flushed red as he hurried stood before her, his bloated dick in his hands. He immediately began to wank furiously.

While Ginny didn’t think she’d had that many sexual experiences, she was rapidly finding out what she enjoyed and what she didn’t. Watching men masturbate was definitely on the ‘like’ list as was watching them ejaculate. She panted with anticipation as she watched his cock like a hawk, her hands fondling her breasts and her forefingers rubbing her tender nipples.

Ginny let out a squeal of delight as Hamish began to spurt thick, creamy cum over her chest. Again and again, he sent jets of hot spunk over her body until her tits were dripping with the stuff. After the man staggered back, gripping his spent dick in his hand, Ginny rose and walked over to the mirror. She admired her cum-soaked reflection with a huge grin on her face.

Hamish came up behind her, moving her hair to one side so he could place sizzling kisses on her neck. She could feel his sticky cock pressing against her bare arse and she wiggled a bit, amazed at how big it still felt.

“Well, that was spectacular,” she noted.

“Yeah, you’re pretty amazing, Miss Ginny. On and off the pitch.”

“Come on, I need to lay down for a minute,” she said, taking his hand.

“Do you want me to get my wand and clear all that cum off you?”

“Nah, leave it. I like it there.”

“Okay.”

They laid on the bed, side by side, catching their breath. Ginny glanced down at him and saw his cock resting against his thigh, apparently spent and she wondered if he would be able to get it up again.

“Are you staying the night?” she asked, thinking that a nice fuck first thing in the morning would be a good way to start tomorrow off.

“Oh, no. I have to leave before midnight.”

“Why? Do you turn into a pumpkin or something?”

“Nah, but that’s the rules. The Harpie security staff wants all visitors cleared from the complex by that point. Besides, my wife will be expecting me back.”

“WIFE!” Ginny cried, sitting upright.

“Err, yeah. Did you know? Quite a few of the Horndogs are married, actually.”

“But… but… what does your wife think you’re doing right now?”

“Oh, she knows what I’m doing. In fact, she encourages me. She’s a massive Harpies fan and she’ll be delighted to hear I was with the team’s hot new chaser.”

“What?”

“Yeah. Of course, my other half almost had to become a Harpies fan, really, what with her sister being on the team.”

Ginny stared at him in shock.

“Didn’t I mention? Gemma’s my sister-in-law.”

It took a moment to sink in but Ginny was soon howling with laughter. Only a Harpie would convince her sister to allow their husband to become a team groupie.

Damn, she loved this team!
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