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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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It was madness. Either that or Ginny had been somehow transported into a parallel world in which people had the same names and faces, but not their personalities.
She had resolved as much a few minutes prior, when she arrived at the at building that served as the Holyheads Harpies club, where the members of the team gathered to discuss playing strategies and upcoming matches.
Knowing that Gwenog usually spent her free afternoons revising the materials for their meetings, Ginny decided to confront the captain about her involvement with her predicament and clear once and for all what was happening with the team.
She didn’t expect, though she should have in lieu of the recent events, naked on the floor of her office and holding from behind an equally naked boy barely seventeen years old. It was almost a scene from ancient Greek wrestling fight, with Gwenog on the ground, legs holding her opponent’s in place, a arm across his shoulder and over his chest to keep his back against her voluptuous, dark skinned chest. The only thing out of place was her other hand, which was ferociously stroking the unnamed boy’s little dick with a iron grip, judging by its almost purple color, like she was trying to squeeze the life out of it.
“Miss Gwenog! Miss Gwenog!” the boy squealed between pleasure and pain, trashing as much as he could in her firm grasp. “I can’t hold it anymore. Please, let me comeeee.”
“Hush,” she whispered in his ear with a softness that belied the forcefulness of her actions. “You said you’d do anything for me, didn’t you? Didn’t you say you’d even be my pet? Well then be a good pet and do as Mistress says.”
The pet groaned and twisted as much as he could, unable to ejaculate from the pressure of Gwenog’s grip.
Ginny watched, transfixed, from the barely open door as the delicious abuse took place. She couldn’t quite wrap her mind around it. Since the first day Ginny joined the team, Gwenog had always been like an older sister and a person to look up to. She was always confident and determined, never allowing a defeat on the playing field to sour her mood or diminish her efforts. Without her the Holyheads Harpies wouldn’t be half the team they were and now, seeing her with such a domineering attitude taking advantage of a young man with cruel actions but soft words made Ginny’s head spin around and further undermined her already unstable psyche.
She was snapped out of it by the boy’s voice. Gwenog curled her legs and arched her muscular back, lifting from the ground the lower part of their bodies. Now, with his little prick pointed at both of their faces, she released her grip on it and the boy shouted and gasped at the same time.
“Come for your Mistress, pet,” she commanded both firmly and softly. Whether he wanted it or not, her pet obeyed, arching his back even further in blissful release.
In spite of the size of his genitals, and likely because of Gwenog’s harsh stimulation, the boy shot his load both violently and in great amounts, splattering his white semen on his chest but mostly on both of their face and in their mouths, one open in attempt to shout, the other in a conscious and eager effort to receive as much nectar as she possibly could.
It took him a good half a minute to stop coming, during which he ejaculated in strong, short bursts. Only when his body slumped like a rag doll and his semen was reduce to a tickle from the tip of his cock, Gwenog allowed herself to relax as well and eased her hold on him. They remained laying there with his back against her while she used her hands to scoop any leftover cum from his body, bringing part of it to her mouth and the rest to the pet’s. Far too exhausted to protest the boy simply accepted the humiliating act of being fed his own semen, licking her fingers until they were clean.
“That’s a good pet,” Gwenog smiled. “I may actually consider keeping you. Now go get yourself cleaned, I have a guest to attend. Isn’t that right, Ginny?”
Ginny gasped and blushed averting her eyes from the scene for the first time.
“Mrs. Potter?” the boy squealed while he tried to stand up and cover himself and fully exposing Gwenog nakedness in the process. The ebony skinned woman didn’t seem to be concerned with her nudity as both the presents where obviously accustomed to it, though for entirely different reasons.
“Don’t bother,” she laughed at the boy’s expenses, standing up as well. “She’s been peeping on us for a while now.” Ginny involuntarily glanced at the boy who met her gaze and seemed to shrink on himself as they both blushed. During this exchange, Ginny didn’t see Gwenog walking to the door and opening up completely giving the redhead an eyeful of her naked body.
Of all her teammates, Gwenog was the one who kept in highest regard the physical part of their training and being the senior member the results showed greatly. All of her muscles where perfectly defined as if carved out of wood. Her broad hips, wide shoulder and muscular thighs didn’t detract from her femininity, especially not with those boobs, glistening in sweat. Ginny was no pushover but she had always been envious of how powerful Gwenog looked when they disrobed and showered after a match, and after this display Ginny considered her to be even more attractive.
“Gwenog… I… ah,” she stuttered at loss for words.
“Ah, don’t just stand there. Come on in and make yourself comfortable and you,” she turned to the boy, “be back tomorrow at the same time. If you’re even just a minute late I’m going to be even more harsh.”
“Y-yes, Miss Gwenog,” he squealed, forgoing embarrassment and fetching his clothes, rushing out of the room before even getting dressed running between the two women. Gwenog watched him go, shrugged, and turned to walk to her desk. Ginny stared at her back, carefully eyeing the powerful muscles shifting beneath the skin not unlike those of a black panther.
The dark skinned woman took a seat at her desk and motioned for Ginny to do the same.
Carefully she did so and sat across the table.
“Gwenog what… what is this?” she asked after a minute of silence during which the senior player went through some papers like she wasn’t naked and hadn’t just gone through some form of intercourse – Ginny didn’t know how to define it – with a man.
“What? Him? Oh, he’s just a fan I met a few weeks ago. He had the guts of coming up to me and say he would do anything to get an autograph. I just took him up to his word.”
“I… well… that’s not what I meant I… was talking in more general terms. The other night…”
“Oooh, that. Our little club. What of it?”
“W-what of it? Gwenog… I… I don’t even know what question I should be making first. That wasn’t normal. You… I have been drugged while I was drunk. People took advantage of me.”
“Whoa, Ginny. It’s nothing like that,” Gwenog held up her hands. “The thing we put in your drinks is only to make people relax and act honestly. You were so pent up after our third loss in a row that we thought you needed to get a little loose.”
“I… can’t even begin to imagine how you could consider something like that to be even remotely a good thing.” Ginny hissed leaning forward on her seat. “Not to mention all those… people who… they did…”
“Hey, don’t blame me for that,” Gwenog snorted. “Like I said, the potion in your drinks was nothing I haven’t taken as well and it didn’t force you to do anything you didn’t want to.”
“You… have taken that stuff? Why in Merlin’s name did you do such a thing?”
“Honesty, duh. This isn’t really anything of your business but there was a time when I had to decide about going steady with a person and risking my chances of playing Quidditch or stick with my career.”
“And?” Ginny pressed on.
“I took the potion, dumped the guy, went out for a drink or twenty and woke up in bed with several guys I didn’t even know the names. I never looked back or regretted it. In fact I was able to enjoy my two favorite activities in the world like I never could until then.”
“Two… activities?” Ginny asked, fearing the answer.
“Playing Quidditch for a living and have sex with anyone who comes asking, or even just pushes me down and fuck me silly, actually. Oh, don’t make that face. That night you started sucking on cocks like your life depended on it. If you weren’t so drunk that you couldn’t understand what was going on you would have been much more willing, not less as you may think.”
“Even then…” Ginny murmured holding onto the armrest to the point of making the wood crack. “Even then don’t you think it should have been MY CHOICE?”
“As a matter of fact,” Gwenog replied unaffected by her outburst, pulling out a sheet of parchment from her desk. “no. I don’t think so. Here, this is the contract you signed when you joined the team. Please read carefully paragraph four, section five.”
Ginny blinked once and quickly snapped the parchment from her hand and went to that paragraph.
“For the duration of this agreement, the Captain is entitled and obliged to undertake any measure to ensure physical and mental fitness of every player,” she quoted, eyes widening as she kept reading.”This is not what this clause is for,” she protested, glaring at her captain.
“Quite frankly, Ginny, that wasn’t up to you to decide,” Gwenog stood up, walking around the desk and behind Ginny. “It was my opinion, as well as the rest of the team, that what you needed to do better was an old fashioned fuck. Of course you would have laughed at the suggestion and we would never force you into something you didn’t really want. So we gave you the potion and let you act on your honest feelings.” Saying this, Gwenog bent forward and run her hand around Ginny’s torso from behind. “First thing you did was snatching the closest cock and sucking the last drop of cum out of it before moving to the next.”
“I… I….”
“What pisses me off a bit, though, is that you put up this self-righteous charade when your nipples are rock hard,” she said pinching Ginny’s nipples through the clothes, causing Ginny to yelp and try to stand up, which turned out to be impossible with Gwenog holding her down. “And you got so wet watching me milk cum from a boy that I could smell your arousal from meters away. Face it Ginny, you’re a slut.”
“No. NO!” she shouted, breaking free from Gwenog’s arms and rushing to the door. She found herself with her back pinned against the wall, her wrists held above her head, a leg pressing against her crotch from beneath and a woman’s tongue tasting of cum deep inside her mouth.
Her body reacted before she could think, grinding her body into the leg pushing against her crotch and moaning into Gwenog’s mouth. Only a moment later she realized that she had unwillingly confirmed her captain’s accusations.
“Let me go,” she begged.
“I just wanted to get my point across, Ginny,” Gwenog said, releasing her. “However you look at it, this is who you are. I knew your type from the moment I saw you and it’s why I picked you to join the team.”
“You… you… you picked me because you though I was a slut?” Ginny shrieked in indignation.
“And because you are good at Quidditch, of curse” she nodded. “But there were others that were just as skilled as you were at the time if not more. In the end I choose you because I thought you could relate better with the rest of us. Granted, I wasn’t expecting you to join our after-training activities cause I thought Harry-Fucking-Potter gave you more than enough cock to keep you happy, but over the years you only got stressed and your performance dropped considerably.”
“So you drugged me,” she spat bitterly.
“So I made you face the truth, hoping that you’d find some balance and ease off.”
“What about the pictures then? Were those part of your plan too?”
“The pictures were a little… insurance that you wouldn’t run off in the morning calling the Aurors. Legal or not, we didn’t want it to be on the front page of the Prophet. And we usually take pictures of our nights out anyway. Didn’t expect Malfoy to swoop in and ruin my plan,” she said, scratching her head.
“You mean… he wasn’t involved from the beginning? But… you didn’t do a thing to stop him from getting away with it either.”
“Ah, come on, Ginny. I’m pretty good at keeping my cool under pressure on the playing field, but I’m a slut at heart because I stop thinking straight when I see some cock. I didn’t even know he was there until the guy assigned to take the pictures told me about it the next morning.”
“And you didn’t think to do anything about it?”
“What did you expect me to do? I only realized it the next morning and since they weren’t plastered all over the first page of the Prophet, I thought he didn’t want a scandal to get out either. When I managed to get in touch with him the next day he told me he already got an agreement with you and since you didn’t seek me out until now, four days after the fact, I thought you were, you know, satisfied with the arrangement. I heard through some friends that he’s got some serious equipment down there and he knows how to use it, and by the looks of it the rumors are true.”
“And what do you mean by that?”
“Well, your snappiness aside, which is the same as when things don’t go the way you thought they would, you look more rested than I ever saw you in the past few years. And this is in spite of the fact that you have been obviously quite distressed about the whole thing. I’m afraid, Ginny, that no matter how uncomfortable you are with the situation, it’s not nearly enough to detract from the benefits of whatever Malfoy has been doing with you.”
“I… I…,” she stuttered, “I don’t understand anything anymore,” Ginny cried, slumping on her knees and broke down crying. “It… it wasn’t supposed to be like this. I’m married, Gwenog! I wasn’t supposed to… enjoy doing it with another man. I should have hated it with all my heart but I loved it, you get it? I loved getting fucked by a man that wasn’t Harry. I loved everything, from the way he used my body to how he degraded me with words. And I hate myself for it!!. I don’t know what to do anymore. Please… help me.”
“Oh, Ginny, I’m so sorry,” Gwenog said, getting on her knees to hug her teammate curled on the floor. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Have you tried to talk to Harry about it?”
“How could I? He’s almost always at work, lately, and when he’s not either I’m out training or he’s too tired to do anything but going straight to bed.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, I really am but Ginny, no matter how you look at it, it’s obvious that your husband isn’t satisfying you. There isn’t much you can do beside brining up the issue with Harry or…”
“Or…?”
“Or you keep screwing around behind his back. Ah, don’t give me that look, Ginny. Harry’s shortcomings aside you have a hunger for cocks that most women just don’t have. Even worse, you are like this while trying to hold back. I’m afraid that even if Harry could somehow become good enough to match your current desire, it will only increase tenfold when you ease up about it. I don’t think there’s a single man in the world that can keep up with that.”
“Then… what do you expect me to do? How am I supposed to make it right?”
“Look Ginny, some husbands are more than happy to share their wives with friends. Some actually enjoy watching their wives being screwed more than screwing them themselves. Merlin, some husbands prefer to be screwed along with their wives if not by their wives altogether. All I’m suggesting is for you to approach the topic with him and see how far you can push him. Maybe he’ll be happier too, what do you know?”
“I don’t know…” Ginny said, biting her lower lip. She didn’t want to admit that the thought of Harry enjoying watching her while Draco fucked her silly was a great turn on. But she couldn’t do that. She was too sure that Harry wouldn’t like it.
“Well, think about it will you? The options are there. You just have to figure which works better and learn to accept yourself.”
“Maybe,” Ginny agreed reluctantly.
“Well, now. If the matter is settled I think it’s time you wash your face and let me do my job. Believe it or not I do come into office early to get some work done.”
“Oh? And what about that guy you have been doing?” Ginny asked somewhat teasingly through her dried tears.
“Benefits of the position,” Gwenog replied, hands on her naked hips, cocked to the side in a position of mock authority. “If you’re interested I think we can work it into your contract.”
“No,” Ginny shook her head. Talking about such things was bothering but the openness was very liberating. Truth really does set you free. “Well… maybe I’ll consider it.”
“That’s the spirit,” Gwenog laughed waving at Ginny who was turning to leave. “Oh, and Ginny?”
“What?” she asked turning around once more, only to see that Gwenog had closed the distance between them in the blink of an eye without making any noise and was now towering before her once again. Before she could react, Gwenog pulled her into an embrace and kissed her fully on the lips.
This time, after having confided her worst fear to her captain, Ginny found it oddly comfortable and eased herself into the other woman’s arms, eyes fluttering close and lips answering to the ministration. Their tongues danced around each other, with the lingering taste of cum bonding them together.
Then, after a time that was both too long and too short, a flustered Ginny was released with a parting pinch of her left nipple, drawing a moan from her still open lips.
“Net time don’t wait four days before coming to me,” Gwenog said sweetly. “I’ll always be there for you, okay?”
“I will,” Ginny said breathily, stepping back from her and adjusting her clothes, which did nothing to hide her stiff nipples. “I should go now. I… I’ll see you soon.”
“I’m counting on it since we start with the new training schedule in three days. Take care until then.”
Ginny left the building in a daze. Even though she had found some answers she was more confused than ever. How was it possible that for all of this time she hadn’t noticed the true nature of some of her closest friends? How could have she ignored the truth of her own true nature?
She didn’t know and it scared her, because she couldn’t imagine what else she had overlooked and how many other times the world would turn upside down before she found a new balance.
She didn’t know and it scared her, but today she had found that she still had a rock to cling to. A friend she could talk to, who understood and shared this seemingly inextinguishable fire burning in her abdomen. Another slut like her.
She thought about Gwenog’s suggestion as she walked, feet carrying through the streets of Wizarding London. She couldn’t find an answer so easily but at least now she knew there were… possibilities, but before she made a definite choice she needed to know more about herself.
That is how she found herself walking past the gates and wards of Malfoy’s place in London, to knock on the heavy wooden door even if it was far earlier than the agreed time.
When the door finally opened, Draco stood in the entrance with an eyebrow arched elegantly as if to ask a question that didn’t need words. Ginny lowered her eyes, both in shame and surrender, hands clutching the side of her knee-long skirt.
A long moment of silence went by during which she swallowed several times, as if grasping for the right words, conflicted between who she was and who she thought to be until recently. Finally, having found exactly what needed to be say, she lifted both her gaze and her skirt, exposing her striped panties, wet to the point of being nearly transparent.
“Please…,”she murmured, barely loud enough for him to hear.
Draco said nothing but stepped aside, motioning for her to get inside with an elegant sweep of his arm. Ginny walked past him and into his house.
Nobody saw Draco’s smirk nor the door closing behind Ginny, sealing her fate.
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