Capítulo 112: Date Night (Harry Potter)
A/N: Date Night was a commissioned fic in two parts written on November of 2018 and May of 2019. Posting it all up now as a one-shot to enjoy!
Themes: Rough Sex, Dom/Sub, Quasi-NTR
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They meet right outside the Leaky Cauldron, and Ronald would be lying if he said he wasn't a bundle of nerves. But then, he WAS going on a sort-of date… and not just any date, but a muggle date at that. No more is this more apparently than how Hermione is dressed when they finally get together. Sure, wizards and witches have jeans and shirts and sweaters, and Ron is actually dressed in jeans and a sweater right now.
But the wizarding world is far too conservative for jean shorts that have been cut off at the thigh and a casual top that reveals hints of the mid-riff with every step Hermione takes. That's what the brunette witch is wearing as she hooks her arm in his and begins to immediately lead them along.
"We're going to the movies, Ronald. I hope you're ready for that."
Blushing a little, Ron just ducks his head and murmurs some degree of assent as he allows himself to be dragged along. He's trying hard NOT to be overwhelmed… while at the same time attempting to maintain his composure in the face of just how absolutely sexy Hermione looks right now. Her current muggle wear distinctly highlights her rather large tits, as well as her curvaceous hips and fat ass… the same ass that Ron is embarrassed to admit he's jerked off to more than once since they both hit puberty and Hermione finally began coming into her own in their later years at Hogwarts.
They make it to the theater in short order, but Ron stops dead when Hermione suddenly shoves a few muggle bank notes into his hands.
"Go get us a couple tickets, alright? Its only proper for the man to do as much."
Blinking dumbly at his 'date' for a moment, Ron swallows thickly before finally nodding. What other choice does he have? Hurrying over to the ticket booth, he places the pieces of paper on the counter.
"Hi, um… two tickets to…"
His eyes slide up, to where all the movies are. He furrows his brow as he reads title after title, not sure what Hermione would like. But then he gets to the end, and his eyes brighten up as he nods his head confidently.
"Two tickets to Forbidden Love, please!"
The brow of the man behind the counter goes up at that, and his gaze flicks past Ron to where Hermione is waiting. He whistles, clearly impressed as he takes the money and hands the tickets over.
"Have fun, man. Just… dayum."
The meaning of the other man's words pass right over Ron's head, nervous as he is. Smiling and giving a nod, he grabs up the tickets and heads back over to Hermione. She takes them from him, checks them for a moment, and then hands him one back as they head over to the doors. Once through, their tickets are taken again and returned as nothing more than snubs.
But this doesn't seem to bother Hermione at all, and they're allowed to go into the movie afterwards, so Ron keeps his head down and his mouth shut. Its not long before they're in the theater, a big expansive room with lots of rows of seats facing a large white screen on the far wall. Its dark, but Hermione moves with surprising confidence, and Ron follows after her, well-used to the brunette's primp and proper and altogether bossy attitude by now. It was one of her attractive qualities after all… right?
They sit down together, Hermione very specific about her seat and making Ron sit on her right. Once they're done, they wait a few minutes and then suddenly there's moving images on the no-longer white screen as the lights get even dimmer, until it's quite dark.
Around this time, another enters the theater, moving down the other side and settling into their row, seated right next to Hermione. But Ron is too enraptured by the screen to notice… he remains enraptured until the movie itself actually fully gets underway, at which point he finds himself shocked by what he sees. Given the movie opens up with two women going at it quite heavily, both of them naked and writhing, its certainly the most titillating thing Ron has seen in his life.
Hermione's gasp from his side is what pulls his attention away though, and she turns to him with a glare.
"R-Ron, just… j-just what movie have you taken me to see?!"
She hisses it out like an accusation, leaving Ron a little baffled. Was this not what most muggle movies were like? He was well aware that the muggle world was much more perverse and free-spirited then the world he'd grown up in. It honestly didn't occur to the young man that this was a bad thing until now, with Hermione glaring at him, all shocked and scandalized and angry… and blushing bright red in the light of the movie-screen.
But before Ron can open his mouth and say anything, the man sitting on the other side of Hermione speaks up, drawing their eye.
"Dead boring, ain't it? I don't even feel horny."
This turns both of their heads, and they both go still in shock as they realize the stranger has unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock. Its just… just sitting there now, right in Hermione's field of view, barely a foot or two away from her. Of course, Ron has a hard time seeing that around his bodacious date. Instead, he finds himself worrying more about how broad-shouldered and muscular that this new bloke is.
Hermione on the other hand, is staring right at the dude's crotch, his dick, even as soft as it is, is still basically a club. Her mouth opens and closes like a goldfish for a few moments, and Ron can just see the words running through her mind. Eventually, they leave her lips as she speaks in a huff.
"P-Put that away, r-right this instant! Its… its very lewd, showing some s-strangers such a big… fat… cock…"
Snorting derisively, the man shrugs his shoulders and keeps his hands at his side.
"Its an adult show, sweetheart. If you want it put away, do it yourself."
Bossy little thing that she is and always has been, Hermione reacts almost instantly, and very clearly does so instinctively. Her hand lances out and she grabs the massive cock, clearly intending to try and stuff it back into its confines. Of course, the best laid plans of mice and men and all that rot. When you combine a witch like Hermione with a massive cock that immediately begins to grow erect and throb as she takes hold of it, there's a moment of bluescreen that you just can't get past. Hermione certainly can't, immediately freezing up and beginning to stutter as she realizes just what she's done and what she's holding in her grip.
The man's cock is so thick and large that she can't even fully wrap her fingers around it, and even holding it with both hands as she's chosen to do, there's still some of its length that's outside of her grasp. Its growing so hard so fast and its so hot and… and…
"Well, now look what you've done, missy. You've managed what the movie can't. It's never going to get back in my boxers now. You've made it worse for both of us… you'll have to make it up to me, you know."
Just like that, the man's arm is across her shoulders. Has it always been across Hermione's shoulders? Neither she nor Ron are sure, but even in the dim light of the darkened theater, Ron can see the stranger's hand now cupping one of Hermione's tits from around her body.
"I-I… I'm sorry, I didn't…"
"Here, let's get you out of that top, shall we?"
Ron can only walk on, somewhat slack-jawed as the man somehow manages to persuade Hermione to take off her top, just like that. His hands are both on her chest now as Ron watches on, just as Hermione's hands are STILL on the man's massive schlong.
"You know, you've got some mighty fine tits here, babe… big, plump, made to quench a bloke's thirst…"
Hermione gasps and sounds somewhat affronted, even as she replies in a sort of whisper-hiss.
"T-They're breasts, not tits!"
In response, the man just laughs.
"Darling, what you have here are bona fide JUGS. These are what you call Milk Tanks… damn, I'm getting thirsty just lookin' at them."
Ignoring the fact that he's ALSO touching them, the man suddenly and finally looks to Ron, a wicked little grin on his face.
"Hey mate, mind if I have a taste?"
Ron, frozen stiff, completely baffled as to what's happening… and unbelievably turned on, can't do much more than stammer out a one-word response.
"Uh… S-sure?"
What follows is so very lewd. Ron watches on as Hermione gasps in shock when the man just leans down and engulfs her nipple with his mouth just like that, beginning to suckle at her teat all while playing with her breasts like there's no tomorrow. It's even lewder still to watch her face screw up and contort with bright red pleasure, moans and mewls leaving her throat that Ron has never even heard from the brunette before.
Almost involuntarily, Hermione reaches up and grabs the man's head, holding him close as he tries to tease some milk out of her knockers, or as the man had called them, her milk-tanks. Ron can only watch the absurdly arousing display in silence, his jaw agape and his mouth dry as he grips the side of his own seat to avoid doing anything… humiliating. He's inches from it anyways though, his cock straining in his jeans, throbbing as he watches Hermione get just thoroughly slobbered over and pleasured by the man's mouth, tongue and fingers.
When the stranger finally pulls away, he looks back at Ron and gives a cocky grin and a chuckle as he wipes his mouth clean
"Ah that hit the spot… but damn if these big fat titties aren't tasty regardless. You're a lucky bloke to have these tits whenever you want."
Blinking, Ron answers without thinking, and he does so truthfully.
"I uh… I actually haven't… done anything with them yet…"
A baffled look spreads across the man's face as he looks between Ron and the pair of gorgeous, naked tits only inches from him.
"… I can't imagine why not! With tits like these on MY girl, I'd have my face buried between them whenever I could! The best sleep a bloke can get is when his woman's breasts are his pillows, and the best drink he can find will always be his woman's milk!"
The words alone seem to have some effect on Hermione as Ron just stares. The brunette drags the man's head back to her tits and moans throatily as she creams her expensive little panties, shaking and spasming in a VERY obvious way right in her seat. Luckily, there's no one else in the theater, not that Ron has even stopped to check. His eyes are still fixated on the sight before him, the pair of people practically going at it.
When the man finally pulls back again, he grins roguishly.
"Well now, that's not very fair… seems this one got off, but I haven't! What do you say, mate? Think your bird should repay the favor?"
Its Ron's turn for his mouth to open and close like a goldfish, nothing much in the way of actual words coming out as he stammers and stutters.
"Um… uh… ah…"
Somehow, Hermione ends up out of her seat and on the floor before the stranger, now leaving one empty theater seat between Ron and the other man. She doesn't go down to her knees though, instead she's crouching there, her legs bow-legged as her chest ends up right level with the man's massive prick. She instinctively wraps her breasts around the cock, but its not enough, even her sizable boobs can't completely contain it, and a good portion of the erection is left resting on her face as well while Ron watches on, pants unbelievably tight.
Hermione isn't paying her date any mind anymore though. Instead, she's focused solely on the cock before her, her nostrils flaring as she breathes in his scent and then her mouth moaning as she instinctively nuzzles it with her face.
"Heh, that's a good girl… you know what you want, don't you sweetheart?"
Hermione's blush goes a tad deeper red as the man praises her. Its so very perverse, so very lewd… but he's looking down at her with this pride and she can't bring herself to pull away.
"Why don't you put your lips on the tip there, yeah? Give it a kiss."
Blinking at the idea, Hermione pulls back just enough so that she's face to face with the man's massive, round cockhead. The lower half of his length is still buried in her cleavage as she leans and looks at it, before eventually just darting forward and giving it a kiss.
"L-Like this?"
A groan answers her, followed by a very satisfied tone.
"Juuust like that babe. Go on, keep it up."
Beaming, the brunette witch continues on, giving soft, loving kisses all along the man's massive shaft. She's tasting it, smelling it, living it in a way… all the way down the length of his cock, she continues to just EXPERIENCE the massive phallus, the biggest she's EVER seen before. While Hermione does so, the man nonchalantly turns to Ron and grins as he gestures casually.
"There's a lot of people in this world, mate. I've had fun with a fair few of the fairer sex, if you know what I mean. From princesses, to jocks, to bimbos, to the best of good girls… mm, and Hermione's definitely a good girl. Maybe even the best I've ever had. Eager to learn, looks like she's made to be bred… probably fucks like a wild cat, eh? This is the sort of girl a bloke would definitely want to put a ring on… and then plow on top of the wedding piano as she shrieks for more, more, more!"
He chuckles as he trails off, while Hermione doesn't raise a single protest or complaint about what he's saying. In fact, rather than do that, she just blushes deeper… and then starts slurping on the cock before her, opening wide and taking the first few inches into her mouth as she looks up into the man's handsome face and gorgeous emerald-green eyes to gauge just how well she's doing.
Grinning back down at her, the stranger reaches out and slides his fingers through Hermione's locks as she works his shaft, gathering her hair up into a makeshift ponytail.
"That's a good girl move right there. You see how she takes initiative after I praise her? Heh, brace yourself babe… I'm gonna take control now, alright?"
Hermione grabs onto the man's legs with both hands a moment before he begins to thrust up into her throat while pulling her up and down his length. The brunette's chocolate-brown eyes go wide and then immediately begin to water involuntarily as she's summarily face fucked by the big fat cock pistoning in and out of her throat.
"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"
For his part, the man groans as he makes use of her esophagus as his own personal fuck hole, plowing her mouth like one might plow a cunt, treating her quite roughly, debasing her right in front of Ron, making use of her like she was nothing more than a toy. Not that Hermione doesn't seem to be enjoying it immensely. Down in a picture-perfect whore's crouch, her fingers digging into the man's pants, she doesn't try to pull away, she doesn't try to struggle.
She takes it, and takes it all, slurping and sucking and choking on thick, throbbing cock meat as it pulses in and out of her gullet again and again and again, until finally, with a louder groan than before, the man pulls Hermione to the very base of his cock and begins to cum. To Ron's surprise, Hermione almost seems ready for this, and he watches the brunette witch in a new light as she starts to swallow like a champ, gulping and gulping as seed flows from cock into throat without pause.
In the meantime, the green-eyed man has a shit-eating grin on his face as he looks over at Ron again.
"Mate, you're the luckiest bloke I know for having THIS throat at your disposal every day! She's a damn natural!"
Once again, Ron finds himself confessing the truth, though this time he's a bit more cognizant of it, blushing embarrassed as he ducks his head and shakes it.
"Oh, well… um, I've never… we've never done anything like that before."
The man lets out a grunt at that and gives a shrug of his broad shoulders, even as he continues to unload in Hermione's gulping gullet.
"That's a damn shame. A mouth like this was made to be fucked, and a babe like this slut seems to be was clearly BORN to be a ball-drainer."
Even while he's saying this, Ron is watching as Hermione just utterly worships the big honkin' cock currently in her throat. Slowly though, she pulls back as the man releases his hold on her hair. Spit and drool and even a fair bit of cum drip down off her lips and onto her big, baby-feeding udders to give them a nice spit-polish.
Finally popping off of his cock with a wet, lewd pop, Hermione almost seems to have hearts in her eyes as she speaks breathlessly and clearly from the heart.
"Y-yummy… a… a real man's cum is so good…"
Then she seems to realize where she is and who else is there and she gets all flushed and cutely embarrassed as she glances between Ron and the man meekly, still in her crouch, still half-naked. With a chuckle at her sudden 'shyness', the man brushes his fingers through her hair, half to get some of her locks out of her face and half as a pet as he grins down at her.
"That's a good girl. That's a real good girl. Always be honest with your man, babe."
Glancing over at Ron again, green eyes flash.
"Mate, your bird is just plain awesome. Hope you don't mind that I return the favor for her."
Ron just watches on, not offering a response but also clearly not needing to, because the muscular, broad-shouldered stranger is already pulling Hermione to her feet and spinning her around. She ends up bent over the next row of seats as he calmly undoes her shorts and drags them down to her knees, before reaching forward to snap off her soaked through little red thong with nothing but his bare teeth.
In the dim light, Ron can just barely make out a little brunette lightning bold landscaped into Hermione's otherwise nonexistence bush, sitting just over a bald, otherwise shaved pussy. He stares at it, even as Hermione in turn wiggles in the green-eyed man's grasp, whimpering and glancing about.
"E-Everyone will see…"
This finally gets Ron to actually look around the theater… but there's no one else there. It's just the three of them, and that realization is what finally sees the red head dragging his own cock out of his pants, stroking it and jerking it off as he watches the man ignore Hermione's quiet protest and just lean in and go to town on her cunt from behind.
Moaning lewdly and wantonly but trying to keep it down with one hand over her mouth, the other hand reaches up and plays with her tits as she leans over the seat in front of her, squirming and squealing into her palm. Her legs shake and tremble under the man's obviously skilled tongue, and her thighs are squeezed and gripped tightly by his big hands as he holds her in place.
Watching another man eat out Hermione, watching him draw so much pleasure out of her… its more than enough to send Ron over the edge for the first time, though his own release is a lot quieter and a lot faster and a lot smaller than the man currently tongue-tying Hermione into proverbial knots. By the time Hermione climaxes HARD on the man's tongue and slumps back onto his lap, Ron is already hard again, and stroking it once more.
At the same time, he realizes with a gulp that the stranger's much larger, beefy cock is resting between Hermione's spectacular ass cheeks. The other man's shaft is SO big that her pale badonkadonk is being pushed apart and even hot-dogged, used to wank him off.
"Man, mate… I just can't resist. Your girl is MADE for breeding. You cool?"
Hermione gasps and blushes and groans as she rubs her ass against the man's dick heatedly, her desire VERY obvious and her words only making her intentions clear.
"Ronald… I just… I can't just… I can't let this big hard COCK stay like this… i-it would be a very naughty thing t-to do, and I-I'm a… a g-good girl…"
Once again, Ron doesn't have to say anything one way or the other, so he just doesn't. Instead, he watches on in amazement as Hermione pushes her ass up a bit, arching her back in an extremely sexy way in order to get the man's massive wang to fall off of her butt so that the head of his shaft can slip into her folds. The very instant it does so, Hermione pushes down, capturing the dick tip within her cunt lips before she takes her time slowly impaling herself on the huge, giant club of a cock.
Her pussy stretches wide open, as does her mouth as a silent sort of barely-there sound emits from her lips for a moment. Her belly begins to bulge like she's being stuffed with an outright log as she takes inch after inch of cock meat into her, more and more disappearing up inside of her body. The man, for his part, is holding onto Hermione's hips right now and whispering sweet nothings to her that Ron only hears due to proximity.
"You're doing great, sweetheart. Just like that, babe. You're fucking made for this, Merlin you're made for this…"
The use of Merlin doesn't even register for Ron at this point, even as he watches Hermione's eyes cross somewhat under the strain of taking so much damn dick inside of her at once. But then she stops, only about halfway down the man's giant dick as it seems like they both hit a wall.
"C'mon babe, you know you can do it… open up and take it all like the good little girl you are."
Hermione mewls and whines, not at all ready for this. She can't just make her womb open up on command… and once he realizes this, the big, strong man currently holding her in place goes ahead and helps her out. The first bounce is a squeal that sees Hermione slapping a palm over her mouth to try and muffle the sound, not that there's anyone in the theater to hear it. The next several bounces come too fast and too furiously for her to ever properly prepare for.
Quite abruptly, Hermione sinks down the rest of the man's cock, his entire phallus abruptly plunging into her depths, past whatever barrier was standing in his way. Ron watches on as Hermione ends up with a cock balls deep inside of her, and for the first time, Ron gets to see Hermione cum with a cock buried in her cunt and womb. Back arched and pleasured scream directly to the ceiling, the brunette witch begins to squirt like a fountain, while at the same time all kinds of filthy words before to fall from her mouth.
"F-Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! More! Plow me more, plug my cunt with your big fat cock and TAKE ME YOU BASTARD!"
Ron can only watch on as the man proceeds to do just that, his face one of amusement even as Hermione's becomes somewhat manic and wild while she bounces up and down on the massive meat rod lodged inside of her again and again and again.
"I will babe, don't worry, I will… you just go ahead and tell me all the lewd things you've been up to recently, yeah? Your boyfriend here doesn't seem to know what you're really like, but I can spot a slutty good girl a mile away, can't I? C'mon babe, the truth will set you free…"
Hermione blushes and squeaks and whines, her eyes darting to Ron for a moment as if she forgot he even existed. When she sees he has his cock in his hand and some drying cum already on his jeans as he jerks off to the sight of her and the man yet again, her eyes go a little wide and she begins to speak.
"I-I… m-my best friend and I went c-camping, and he's always… always had a hard time sleeping! S-So one night when he was sleeping, I just… I just crawled into bed with him! I didn't mean anything by i-it! I wasn't trying to do anything… u-untoward! But his, oooh, my nip slipped into his mouth and he started to suck on my teat and… and suddenly I had milk and he was always so thirsty and hungry, nursing at my nipple and suckling and biting and…"
The man suddenly spanks her fat bottom in the midst of one of the bounces, causing Hermione to cut off with an orgasmic squeal as she cums on the spot.
"What'd you do next, babe? I know girls like you… I know you just can't control yourself."
Whining needily and also pitifully, Hermione hangs her head, moaning even as she continues to out herself as a true, bona fide pervert.
"I… I r-read up on other c-comforting techniques and then o-one night when he was, oooh having another u-uneasy sleep, I… I snuck under his s-shirt and I kissed his chest. I p-played with his nipples and then w-went down to his abs… and then h-his cock. He's big… a-as big as you, easily! D-Definitely bigger than, mmm, R-Ronald! And… and I kissed it! It was the first time I'd even SEEN one, and I k-kissed it like some sort of harlot!"
Ron is furiously masturbating at this point, and hearing Hermione say these things is enough to send him over the edge yet again. But that doesn't mean she and the man currently fucking her from below are stopping. Not by a long shot. The man grabs a fistful of Hermione's hair again and drags her head back as he uses his other hand to grope and squeeze one of her teats, causing a spray of milk to squirt out of it before ultimately reducing down to a simply leak that travels over his fingers and down Hermione's front.
"And what did you do next?"
Next? Ron can scarcely believe there's more! But there definitely is. Hermione moans and wiggles and writhes as she's soundly fucked by the man holding her in his lap, but she answers nonetheless.
"I-I… I liked the t-taste so I l-learned how to take it in my mouth i-inch by inch. I, mm, I learned how to give my b-best friend a, oooh, a sweet… loving… b-blowjob. But sometimes… s-sometimes he'd throat-fuck me in his sleep, n-not even realizing he was doing it! He'd conquer me, f-force me to submit and there'd be nothing I could do but take it all! I loved it… oh FUCK I loved having his cock inside my throat, I loved drinking his cum by the pint! I would sleep on his abs with his cock draped over my face, filling my nose with his musk! He'd always be so cheerful and smiling the next day, and I wouldn't need breakfast because my tummy would be swollen from all his yummy seed!"
With a loud scream yet again, Hermione cums as she explodes with this information, as she shrieks it to the high heavens along with her release. Ron is all but drooling as Hermione grows more and more animated while telling her story. And then, when she finally comes down from her latest climax, she turns to Ron and looks almost meek as she apologizes to him.
"I-I'm sorry Ronald… if we ever married, you wouldn't be able to kiss me. My mouth would be full of the taste of Harry's cock, and the skirt of my bridal gown would be hiked up to reveal my s-stretched, oooh, freshly fucked, cum-filled h-holes for all to see! The wedding would be made up of solely f-female guests, and they would all see Harry's initials on my arse, signifying his ownership of me! All my bridesmaids would be in the same slutty state too!"
Unable to help himself, Ron busts another nut in the face of Hermione's lewd, torrid fantasies. At the same time, the man is fucking the brunette witch even harder, groaning as he gets closer and closer as well. Hermione just moans and whines and then continues on, lewdly confessing what their honeymoon would be like.
"Once… once we were past the wedding, you'd, oooh, you'd have to be a g-good boy and f-find a place to sit while Harry, oh f-fuck, breaks in all my holes again, while he breeds me and makes my belly grow with HIS babies, as my t-titties swell with e-enough milk to feed both our c-children and their true d-daddy!"
Suddenly, the man is up and pushing Hermione back over the seat in front of her. He fucks into the brunette witch with powerful strokes and Ron can see that Hermione's feet aren't even touching the ground right now, she's fully over the back of the seat and being plowed senseless, pinned in place by the man and his massive cock.
Hermione's confessions stop after that, mostly because she loses her mind with pleasure, her vocalizations becoming simple things like 'fuck' and 'cock' and a throaty 'more' here and there. He gives it to her… and he doesn't stop. Ron watches on as Hermione is used and abused in a VARIETY of positions, plowed silly in every manner one could imagine, and even some Ron couldn't have in a million years.
The man fucks her over the back of the seat, and then he fucks her as she kneels in his seat, and then he fucks her while she's standing up and pressed against his back, staring at Ron both lustfully and somewhat apologetically. All the while, Ron continues to jack off to the sight, right up until the pinnacle of the entire experience, when the broad-shouldered, muscular man suddenly lifts Hermione completely off the ground and folds her up into a pretzel with ease.
Ron only recognizes the maneuver because he's fallen in love with muggle wrestling ever since the war ended and they could finally relax and grow up and have lives. The full nelson that the green-eyed stranger puts Hermione in is a thing of beauty to be sure, though it's the first time Ron has ever seen it used as a sex position rather than a wrestling move.
Hermione's eyes go wide, and her jaw drops open the moment that the massive cock plunges up into her depths and she in turn is plunged down ONTO it. Her belly bulges before Ron's eyes, and her stretched cunt lips squirt out pussy juices around the plundering prick as her breasts bounce and jiggle WILDLY, both of them lactating freely by this point.
Hermione looks just… utterly broken, her eyes rolled back in her head and her tongue lolling out of her mouth wildly as she cums again and again around the massive cock… until finally, with a masculine shout from the man and a truly orgasmic screech from Hermione, Ron is treated to the sight of Hermione's belly ending up absurdly bloated with cum right before his eyes, the load that she'd swallowed earlier easily matched in volume and viscosity by the one now pumping directly into her unprotected, fertile womb.
The sight of it all is enough to send Ron over the edge for what feels like the millionth time that night, and THAT is enough to make him faint for a moment, passing out as he slumps back into his seat, his smaller prick softening in his grasp as a bit more cum oozes out of it. For a time, he knows nothing but oblivion.
But then a soft, feminine palm slaps his face a few times, and Ron wakes up to see Hermione standing there, once again dressed… but still being thoroughly molested by the broad-shouldered, tall, well-muscled man that'd just taken her to pound town. The movie is over, and the lights have come up again, leaving them all fully revealed to the light. Ron blinks a few times, even as the green-eyed man grins slightly and bobs his head.
"Hey mate, welcome back to the land of the living. You mind if I borrow your bird for the day? I've got LOTS more to show her."
Ron blinks and looks at Hermione, only to see the brunette, who's always been so bossy and prissy with him, squirming and blushing and mewling like some sort of slutty harlot in the other man's grasp.
"I'll… I'll be back late, R-Ronald…"
And like that, they're gone. Yet again, Ron doesn't speak. He doesn't say anything. He doesn't need to, because in the end, its not really his choice. As Hermione and the big-dicked man exit the theater, Ron looks down at himself and at his cum-soaked jeans in particular. He'd cum more than he ever had in his life tonight, though he can't exactly leave the theater like this. Pulling out his wand and casting a disillusionment charm, the red head slowly rises from his seat on shaky legs and begins to make his way out of the cinema, past all of the unsuspecting muggles as their eyes slip right off him.
The grin on his face has never been bigger. Muggle movies are AWESOME!
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When Ron finally gets home, he steps inside the door to hear a giggle that causes his grin to grow once more. Closing the door of the small place behind him, he walks into the next room to find Hermione on Harry's lap, fresh from the shower in a flattering bathrobe and nuzzling him lovingly. Harry chuckles at whatever Hermione's just done or said, but his emerald green eyes flicker up to Ron as he nods in the other young man's direction and smiles.
"Enjoy the show, mate?"
Ron's stupid grin isn't going away any time soon as he nods eagerly.
"It was amazing, Harry. Hey! Maybe next time you guys can do 'Auror interrogates wicked dark witch'!"
There's a pause as Harry and Hermione look at one another. Then, Harry grins and cocks an eyebrow as if to ask Hermione what she thinks. Smirking sultrily, Hermione runs her fingers down Harry's chest, pushing apart the robe he's wearing slightly to do so.
"Mm, I suppose I could pull off 'dark witch'… though I suspect you'd prefer something a bit sexier than say, Bellatrix Lestrange."
Both Harry and Ron get considering looks on their faces, followed by abject disgust as the both of them imagine Bellatrix naked at the same time. After over a decade in Azkaban prison, that witch's body could NOT have been any better off than say, Sirius, and Sirius had had both physical and mental scars from that place that never truly left him behind before his demise.
Hermione laughs at the looks she's managed to garner on the faces of her boys. Sliding off of Harry's lap, she hooks his fingers in hers and drags him to his feet as they clasp hands.
"Well, we'll have to workshop it a little, won't we? Tonight was certainly fun and worth all the planning, wasn't it? Good night, Ronald. Harry and I have… well, he's going to fuck me silly at least once more before bed. Whatever else he wants to do, that's on him."
Ron just chuckles as Harry's green eyes light up at the idea, waving his best friends off as they hurry out of the kitchen. He watches them go for just a moment, the smile still on his face. There's not an ounce of envy or jealousy in his soul… and honestly, he feels like he's a better man for that. In the end, it's just how Ron is. It's how he's ALWAYS been.
Ron just finds watching his best friend nail gorgeous witches to be the best porn a man can find, and luckily for him, both Harry and Hermione are totally on board with him being their third wheel. They like being watched, he figures… and he loves watching. It's a matchmade in heaven, even if its probably the weirdest three-way relationship in existence.
He's happy thought. Ron Weasley is happy. He doesn't really need a girl of his own, its not necessarily his thing. But watching Harry fuck a woman… Merlin there was something special about that. Fuck, it'd always been that way, hadn't it? Back in fourth year, when Fleur's allure had affected Ron, it hadn't left him lusting after the beautiful veela… it'd left him boasting to her that his best friend could fuck her so hard her entire female family would pass out from simultaneous orgasm.
… He'd done that in the Great Hall. In front of everyone. It had perhaps been a little bit embarrassing, and a little bit mortifying, but that had been the moment when Ron realized so many things about himself. It'd also been the year where Harry first had his immense growth spurt, and Ron liked to think that he had helped the beautiful Beauxbatons Champion notice that.
Not that Ron knew if anything truly had happened between Harry and Fleur that year. He only knew that he and Harry had had to sit down and have a chat… a long chat, that saw them both realizing a lot about themselves. Honestly, it'd brought them closer together, as far as Ron was concerned. They were more than just brothers… hell, he considered Harry more important to him than some of his own blood brothers!
Without Harry, where else would he get a massive, muscular, big-dicked man who would let him watch up close as he ravaged gorgeous witch after gorgeous witch. Hermione had been so… beautiful tonight. Watching her play a part and then slowly transform into… well, into what she always became around Harry had just been phenomenal.
Definitely better than the dumb Adult Movie they'd chosen to go see as part of the roleplay! Still grinning, Ron takes one more look around the kitchen and then heads to his room. He's just beat… and besides, the rhythmic pounding on the other side of his wall as Harry plows Hermione silly at least once more before bed will lull him off to sleep just like it always does.
The wizard might have been a strange one, but at least he was happy. They all were, the 'Golden' trio, together and content with their circumstances.
-x-X-x-
"Come along, Ronald. Time to get Auror Commander Potter onside."
Ron Bilius Weasley has a soft, adoring smile on his face as he follows his girlfriend through the Ministry of Magic, towards the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. His muggleborn girlfriend is a bit of a Rights Activist, as it were. Something that was still mostly unheard of in the wizarding world, but that didn't stop Hermione from jumping into it with both feet, and Ron was so head-over-heels in love with her that he was more than happy to support her efforts in whichever way he could.
Given that the Wizengamot was currently debating a House Elf Bill that would apply even MORE restrictions to the creatures, rather than less, he wasn't all that surprised that Hermione was up in arms over it. His girlfriend had been fighting to stop the bill from being passed for weeks now, and truth be told, she'd been doing an excellent job of it so far. Hermione just had this way of bulldozing over any and all competition. She was a firebrand of a woman, something that most wizards just weren't used to dealing with.
It was why Ron loved her so much, if he was being honest. She didn't put up with any of his shit. Honestly, he probably wouldn't have graduated from Hogwarts with the grades he had if she hadn't taken mercy on him and all that rot. Though… he was sometimes just a teensy bit embarrassed by what Hermione chose to wear. Not because HE thought there was anything wrong with it, no sir, he actually found it incredibly hot. But his mother disapproved, and that was enough to leave the back of Ron's neck red and hot as they walked along, and Hermione attracted eyes the whole way through.
Dressed in a white tube top that said "WITCH BITCH" on the front, and a pair of torn jean shorts that barely covered her crotch, let alone her ass, Hermione was all-muggleborn, all the time. That was pretty much how she got away with dressing like she did. Because she wasn't a Pureblood, so the wizards and witches of the wizarding world sort of just expected it and put up with it. No one wanted to get into a battle of words and wits with Hermione Granger after all. She had this innate ability to take one look at you and tear you down to your base components with words alone.
And that was saying nothing of her skill with magic, with her wand. Regardless, on top of the tube top and jean short combo, Hermione also wears a hat that she refers to as a 'strap back' with 'GRYFFINDOR' written out under the brim, and a pair of black high heels that give her about three more inches in height than she otherwise would have had. It allowed her the chance to make eye contact with most wizards, and even look down upon some of the shorter ones. Those heels let her walk around like a damn Queen, regardless of the rest of what she was wearing.
They're getting close now though, and Ron tears his eyes off of his girlfriend's backside, her ass cheeks half-hanging out of her torn jean shorts, in order to focus on the big set of doors coming up. They step through said doors and into the DMLE with Hermione continuing to rant about the House Elf Bill and how they need Auror Commander Potter's three votes in order to make sure the damn thing gets shut down. While his official title is Auror Commander, Harry Potter is actually a Lord in his own right as well… three times over. He's the Lord of House Potter, House Black through an inheritance from his Godfather, and House Slytherin by right of conquest, from what Ron knows.
This makes him a pretty big deal, even without going into the details behind that 'right of conquest' thing. After all, three votes in the Wizengamot was a lot. Not enough to form your own block of power, but certainly enough to be a juicy swing vote to anyone who might want to buy your affections. And yet, as far as Ron knew, the Auror Commander had never even voted, not on a single thing. He didn't generally involve himself in politics, and out of respect for his accomplishments, most people were happy to leave him alone, for fear that bugging him would cause him to side against them, rather than for them.
But then, most people weren't Hermione. As such, Ron was more than a little surprised when, before Hermione can lead him right into the Auror Commander's office just like she just led him right into the DMLE, the door to said office opens up, and two very familiar faces step out. Well, Luna Lovegood steps out… Ginny Weasley, Ron's sister, practically staggers, being held up by her blonde friend and hanging onto Luna for dear life, from the looks of things.
Even Hermione is stopped dead in her tracks momentarily by the two witches appearing out of the very place they were intending to go into. Ron, meanwhile, feels like all of his big brother alarms are going off at once. Luna, in her usual sundress and hat looks somewhat frazzled, but Ginny's tied-off blouse looks even more haphazardly tied than normal, and her tight little daisy dukes look like they're barely up to the task of covering her tight little ass.
She looks… like Hermione. Blinking dumbly, Ronald begins to feel over-protective. Frowning, he steps past Hermione and crosses his arms over his chest.
"Ginny? What were you and Luna doing in the Auror Commander's office just now?"
Ginny blinks as she finally registers Ron's presence, her eyes shifting to Hermione for a moment before moving back to him.
"Uh… I… I was just s-securing the future of our farms, R-Ronald!"
That causes Ron to frown. He knew that the Weasley orchards hadn't been doing that well recently, but what could the Auror Commander do about that?
"A-Ah, and um… by the way, L-Lord Potter may have, ah, indirectly influenced me in a new direction. I'm going to revamp the orchard into a stud farm. With big bulls and powerful, studly horses and… w-well, someone has to take care of the farm, right? With Percy playing politics, Bill off curse-breaking, Charlie dragon-training, the twins doing their pranks, and you… y-you cavorting around fighting for House Elf rights!"
Ginny is quick to glance Hermione's way and offer an apologetic smile.
"Not that there's anything wrong with my brother helping you work towards your goals, Ms. Granger. But someone has to look after the farm."
Luna, meanwhile, is completely silent, with suspiciously bulging cheeks. But while Ron is a little unnerved by the blonde's wide-eyed silent stare, he's even more suspicious of his sister. Of course, Hermione just smiles and shrugs.
"I understand COMPLETELY, Ginny! Thanks for giving us your blessing! We're actually going to see Auror Commander Potter about that right now!"
Ginny goes ramrod straight at that, her eyes darting between Hermione and Ron so rapidly that he's worried she'll get whiplash. In the end, she just nods rapidly, and somehow finds the strength to pull Luna along, rather than continuing to hang off of her.
"W-Well good luck! Talk to you later, you two!"
And like that, she and Luna are gone. Ron looks after them, a frown still on his face as his big brother instincts continue to scream at him to do SOMETHING, ANYTHING… but he really doesn't know what. And then Hermione lets out an affronted gasp and Ron is turning back around to find out what's upset his girlfriend in the last five seconds he's been looking away.
As it turns out, hidden behind Ginny and Luna had been a House Elf, though this one was dressed far better than most, wearing a little tuxedo of sorts and wearing a monocle of all things, as well as a patch made out of the House Potter Coat of Arms.
"Ms. Granger. Mr. Weasley. Master Potter will see you now."
Hermione sputters, clearly trying to build up a head of steam, but the House Elf, likely the Chief Potter Elf if Ron is guessing correctly, simply steps back through, disappearing from sight but leaving the door to Auror Commander Potter's office open behind him. As his girlfriend charges in, Ron moves after her, swallowing thickly as Hermione gets ready to start ranting and raving.
But before she can truly get started, well… she ends up going quiet and stopping in place just a few feet into the office. Ron finds out why when he steps out from behind her, and lays eyes on Auror Commander Potter for what feels like the first time. It's not the first time, of course, they all technically went to school together, even if the Auror Commander had a special one-on-one apprenticeship with Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, rather than attending actual classes with the rest of them.
On top of that, Ron WAS an auror, so Auror Commander Potter was kind of his boss. Blinking down at himself, Ron realizes that he's been wearing auror robes all along. Isn't that lovely? Regardless, it's obvious that Lord Potter has just come from some sort of workout, wearing nothing but a black tank top and sweatpants as he towels himself off, his mess of black hair sticking out all over the place.
He's sweaty and burly and has big, glistening biceps and… well, it's the first wizard that Ron has ever seen shut Hermione up, and without even having to truly try. Ron's girlfriend stands there staring at Harry, bristling as if she's ANGRY at him for making her stare or something. It's the first time Ron has seen his firebrand of a girlfriend NOT just bulldoze over a wizard until she gets her way before. It's also the first time he's seen her not get in both the first word and the last.
The Auror Commander grunts after a moment and tosses his towel into a nearby chair even as he looks at them both with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes? What is it?"
That finally breaks Hermione out of her stupor, though Ron suspects that if he ever brought it up, she would categorically deny ever even being in one. He could imagine the conversation in his mind even then, though because it was Ron's brain, the conversation went something like 'Hermione resist Big Man! Hermione no stare at Big Man! Hermione got boobs, Big Man only meathead!'. Let it not be said that Ron Weasley was the brightest tool in the toolbox.
"Auror Commander Potter! My name is Hermione Granger, and I represent SPEW! I'm sure you've heard of us?"
Harry nods slowly at that.
"You're the would-be terrorist organization that cast that nasty bit of enchantment on the Fountain of Magical Brethren then?"
Ron pales at the reminder, while Hermione scoffs openly, standing there with all the confidence in the world, tits and chin both jutting out defiantly, head held high.
"SPEW is NOT a terrorist organization. And the Fountain of Magical Brethren has never stood for what it claims. I merely… assisted in turning it towards its right, and proper purpose."
He's not sure what he's going to do if his boss orders him to arrest his girlfriend. Luckily for Ron, there's more amusement in Lord Potter's eyes than disdain or anger as he chuckles darkly.
"With wizard and witch groveling before house elf, goblin, and centaur?"
"It would only be right, after the way that our people have subjugated, oppressed, and held down theirs for so many centuries now!"
The two continue to bicker back and forth, but even Ron can see this is going to go nowhere. He's not so sure that Hermione can, but for him at least, it's quite obvious that as much of an unstoppable force as his girlfriend has always seemed, she's finally met her match in the Auror Commander, who's very capable of playing the immovable object.
Judging by the few times that Lord Potter meets Ron's eyes while he and Hermione are having their back and forth, the Auror Commander recognizes this as well… but he's having too much fun to end it. There's no denying that Ron is feeling more than slightly intimidated by the whole exchange. Especially when it feels like there's more than just moral tension between his boss and girlfriend, but also sexual tension. At the same time, he's a little worried about his spitfire of a girl annoying someone who casually overthrew Dark Lords as a hobby. Harry James Potter is undeniably the most powerful wizard in all of Great Britain, and possibly the world. But that's not going to stop Hermione.
What DOES stop Hermione is the door to the office suddenly opening, and the Auror Commander's eyes sliding past both of them. Ron and Hermione both turn to see who it is, with Ron hoping that maybe it's something super important that requires his boss' direct attention, if only so that they could postpone this entire thing for a little while longer.
But no, it's not one of his fellow aurors that walks into the room. Instead, it's… an elf? Not a House Elf, even Ron's slightly dim mind can supply. She's practically human, but given her sleek features and pointy ears, it's obvious that she's a magical creature, not a witch. She's also absolutely gorgeous. Only a few inches shorter than the humans in the room, the tight, pointy-eared, lithe blonde is wearing an equally tight little dress, one that shows off the perkiest tits that Ron has ever seen.
She strides right in through the door and walks past them both without sparing them a glance, having eyes only for Lord Potter.
"Master~ do you have need of Katie's services?"
Ron flushes, and it only gets worse when the elf drops to her knees and begins to crawl the rest of the way over to the Auror Commander, an eager little glint in her eyes. Of course, the moment Hermione hears 'Master', she's gasping in indignance. Ron, meanwhile, is watching an ass as tight and bouncy as Pansy Parkinson's fine little tush from back at Hogwarts, sway back and forth as the elf hurries her way along.
When she reaches Lord Potter, she comes up onto her haunches and wraps her arms around his torso, leaning in and nuzzling the front of her 'Master's' tracksuit bottoms, only to recoil indignantly a moment later.
"Master! Master's balls are simply too big and full! Master should have called Katie much earlier!"
That proves to be the tipping point for one Hermione Granger. Showing impressive control in her high heels, Hermione manages to stomp one foot angrily without breaking off the heel, even as her hands curl into fists at her sides.
"W-What… what is the meaning of this?!"
The Auror Commander looks up with a lifted brow, but it's Katie who answers them, looking back and finally paying them some mind for the first time. She doesn't spare Ron a second glance beyond snorting indelicately at the small bulge in the front of his auror robes from his currently ramrod straight cock, but she does give Hermione a long once-over before scoffing openly at the muggleborn witch.
"What does it look like, bitch? Why are you bothering us? Can't a Bed-Elf serve her Master in peace?"
Lord Potter chuckles and shakes his head.
"You did technically intrude on us, dear Katie."
Him being the voice of reason when this newly minted 'Bed-Elf' is being so caustic towards her does not make Hermione any happier with the situation. She growls, pointing an accusing finger at Ron's boss.
"Explain! Now!"
Once again, however, Katie the Bed-Elf preempts her Master, showing far more agency than a magical creature with a Master normally would. Though even Ron had been able to recognize by this point that the Auror Commander treated his elves better than most, be they House or… Bed.
"Master is too good for slutty little witches like you. You couldn't keep up with his magic or his physical stamina, not on your best day. So, Master has had to turn to magical creatures like me and the others, in order to properly satisfy him. As a Bell Bed-Elf, it's my duty to make sure my Master is happy~"
Ron's mind immediately latches onto one thing and one thing only about what Katie just said. However, he's shocked when it turns out Hermione did as well.
"Others?"
His girlfriend's tone is both dangerous and completely mystified, and Katie Bell the Bed-Elf just smiles and bobs her head up and down.
"The Greengrass Lamia are happy to submit to their Master, for one. And then there's the Delacour Veela. They LOVE being Sir's good little veela pets."
Ron very nearly jizzes in his pants right then and there. After all, he'd gone to school with Astoria and Daphne Greengrass. He'd never have guessed they were secretly Lamia, all along. He could just imagine them in their magical creature bodies, getting fucked by the Auror Commander. And the Delacour Veela… well, Fleur Delacour had visited back in their Fourth Year, when Lord Potter had positively dominated the revitalized Triwizard Tournament. He'd been allowed to enter as his own, fourth school because of the odd nature of his apprenticeship to the Headmaster, and he'd gone on to prove all of the other Champions, each several years his senior, to be lesser than him in every way.
It didn't surprise Ron that Harry had gone ahead and fucked Fleur into the ground. It did turn the red head on immensely to imagine it though, a fantasy that is only spurred forward all the more by Katie Bell the Bed-Elf continuing to nuzzle and stroke her Master's cock. But of course, it's not just him in the room with the Auror Commander and his Bed-Elf right now. There's also Hermione, and Ron is quite abruptly reminded of his girlfriend's presence when the muggleborn witch grabs the front of her tube top and pulls, ripping it right off of her body.
Ron's jaw drops as Hermione's massive tits bounce free of their confines. It's the first time he's ever even had a chance to get a good look at the pure, epic boobies that he's always known his girlfriend was sporting, in a sort of vague, general sense. He KNEW Hermione was stacked, but this was the first time he'd gotten to witness them in the flesh!
"H-Hermione?!"
Still, he IS her boyfriend, so he thinks he's supposed to speak up when she shows her titties to another man at the same time that she's revealing them to him for the first time. Especially when she's facing said other man when she does it, like she's doing it more for the Auror Commander's sake than for Ron's. Hermione turns to him when he says her name however, and Ron sees the same fiery determination in her eyes that he loves with all his heart… even as he struggles valiantly every moment with keeping his gaze ON her eyes, rather than dipping lower to her beautiful boobs.
"I need you to understand how important this is, Ronald. We need to turn the Auror Commander away from this path of… o-of sin! And only I can do it. I'm going to lead by example and prove that witches are just as capable as any female magical creature that he might be subjugating! That way, he won't keep these utterly lewd creatures on their knees before him anymore!"
Ron just stares at her, understanding the words, but really not getting it. Hermione continues on though, sounding extremely impassioned.
"It's up to us to prevent the exploitation of magical creatures! Next, they'll be saying that veela lead their chosen men on veela hunts to prove their worth, even though it's completely unproven and likely a stereotypical lie made up by horny wizards! And they'll start saying other lewd things about dryads and nymphs and kitsune and lamia, that are so obviously not true!"
Ron doesn't have it in him to interrupt Hermione's self-righteous tirade and tell her that they've been saying lewd things about all of those magical creatures for a long time now already, and most of it, as far as research can tell, actually IS true. In the end, his opportunity to raise protest against what Hermione seems to be planning to do passes without him saying a word, and his girlfriend leaves his side to practically sprint across the room.
By the time Hermione reaches the Auror Commander, the Bed-Elf kneeling at his feet has already taken his cock out of his track pants and is nuzzling the soft thing. Even soft, Lord Potter's fat cockhead almost goes all the way down to his knee. Hermione, meanwhile, all but tackles the well-built man, and in response, the Auror Commander is barely rocked back as her thicc thighs wrap around his waist and her big juicy jugs flatten against his pecs while she smashes their lips together, very clearly trying to dominate him with a kiss.
Ron can scarcely believe what he's seeing, but really, at the end of the day, isn't this pretty typical for his girlfriend? Oh sure, this is the first time that Hermione has used her lewd, voluptuous body to try and get what she wants, but beyond the sexual nature of her actions, is this really any different from her usual browbeating and plowing-through of wizards and witches alike? She doesn't let anyone give her shit, nor does she take kindly to seeing people flaunt her beliefs when it comes to magical creature rights.
So of course, she would try to change Lord Potter's mind, of course she would go out of her way to strike at him in the only way it seemed she could. That much made sense… but what happens next, even as Ron's hand rubs at his crotch, doesn't make as much sense. Because… Hermione fails. She doesn't succeed in dominating Ron's boss, the Auror Commander.
Instead, Lord Potter easily overwhelms the fiery brunette that Ron loves with all his heart. His hands reach around her to grope at her ass for a moment, and then he turns to the side and deposits her down on the edge of his desk, sliding those very same hands up to her breasts instead. Katie finds herself sandwiched between the desk and his cock as the Bed-Elf takes him into her mouth and begins to get him hard, while Hermione moans and tosses her head back at the sudden molestation of her big fat tits.
Luckily, Ron can still see everything. Harry hasn't completely turned them around; he's merely given Ron an excellent side profile. The red head is practically touching himself outright now, though at seeing Harry's truly gargantuan member, the Weasley male is a little embarrassed to take his own, quite unsubstantial cock, out of his auror robes.
Regardless, none of them pay Ron any mind, as his boss plays with his girlfriend's tits to his heart's content, leaving Hermione moaning wantonly in short order, completely overwhelmed by Lord Potter's technique. When he finally draws his head away from her tits with a loud, wet pop as his lips leave a pink nipple, he does so slowly, pulling back so he can look down at Hermione, who in turn looks up at him, eyes heavily lidded and glazed over with lust.
"You want my votes, Ms. Granger? There are three of them, and from what I've heard, three is exactly what you need to stop this current Bill from going through."
Hermione and Ron both freeze up at that. After all, the Auror Commander wasn't supposed to care about politics. He never used his votes… and yet, he showed just how much he was paying attention by knowing exactly what Hermione was here for, despite the fact that their little argument had never allowed her to get around to her actual demands.
Grinning wickedly, the Auror Commander dips his head down and steals a kiss from Ron's girlfriend's pouty, slightly open lips.
"You've earned a quarter of a vote."
There's a pause… and then things become very frenzied, very fast. Poor Katie Bell the Bed-Elf never quite gets to drink a load from her Master's balls, because before she can, just as she's getting Harry nice and hard, Hermione has pushed the Auror Commander back with impressive physical strength and hopped down from the desk to take Katie's place.
The tight little Bed-Elf is left whining impotently as Ron watches his girlfriend wrap her tits around Harry's truly fat cock, and her lips around his engorged cockhead. As she sucks him off and gives him a blowjob at the same exact time, Ron finds he can no longer hold himself back. His own comparatively small cock comes out of his robes and he begins to jerk off to the sight of Hermione and Harry going at it so… vigorously.
Though at least for the moment, his boss is letting his girlfriend do all the work, Hermione slurping and sucking away, sliding her oiled-up tits back and forth as Lord Potter just stands there, staring down at her, in complete control without having to do anything but watch. Of course, after Hermione extracts the first load of thick cum from his balls and it overwhelms her, coating her face and her tits in his seed as she gurgles and chokes on his cock, most of his cum exploding out of her nostrils and the sides of her mouth… the Man-Who-Won takes on a more active role in the whole affair.
Hermione lets out a yelp as she's picked up by her hair and tossed over the side of Harry's desk, bent over it without so much as a by-your-leave. But she doesn't put up much protest when Katie is grabbing at her tight, torn jean shorts and tugging them down her thicc thighs and creamy, smooth legs. Ron isn't all that surprised to find Hermione isn't wearing anything in the way of underwear under said jean shorts. Really, they were practically a pair of panties made out of denim anyways, when you thought about it.
Regardless, Lord Potter wastes no time at all in slamming home into the cum-covered, fat-chested Activist's drooling quim as soon as every barrier to doing so is out of his way. And perhaps its wrong for Ron to think of his girlfriend this way, but he can't help but enjoy the sight of Hermione getting so thoroughly put in her place. After all, there was no way he was every going to be able to do it.
Ron jizzes for the first time then and there as Hermione likes out a loud cry and very visibly and obviously climaxes around Potter's massive cock on the very first thrust… but it won't be the last time either of them cum that day, as a vision of pure debauchery and utter lewd mayhem follows.
-x-X-x-
Practically an entire day later, a fapped-out Ron and a surprisingly unbowed Hermione are escorted out of the Auror Commander's Office by the same Chief Potter Elf from before. Hermione has her head held high, and though she walks with a bit of a limp, she seems pretty smug about everything… probably because by the end of it all, Katie Bell the Bed-Elf had been bested at her own game and left catatonic and covered in both Harry's seed and Hermione's pussy juices, while Hermione herself had been able to walk out of Lord Potter's office on her own two feet… not something most could lay claim to.
Regardless, just as they reach the Ministry Floo Network and Ron grabs a handful of green powder in preparation to floo home, Hermione takes hold of his arm and stops him.
"Ronald… I'll be staying back to keep an eye on Potter. Who knows what other lewd things he'll do to some poor magical creature, if I'm not around to keep him in… line."
Her breath hitches at the end there, and Ron sees the only hint that her extended fuck session with his boss has actually affected her in any real way. It has, and Hermione… Hermione is going to go back and fuck Harry some more, even though she's supposed to be HIS girlfriend, even though she's supposed to be with him and only him. They haven't even had sex yet…
… Needless to say, Ron has never been more aroused as he watches Hermione sway her hips all the way back into the DMLE, all the way back to the Auror Commander's Office, while he just stands there holding floo powder.
-x-X-x-
And then it's weeks later, and the vote has been cast, and Hermione's petition has been won. Ron remembers going home and masturbating to the memories of what Harry and Hermione had gotten up to together in the Auror Commander's Office all night along. Or he thinks he does, anyways. It's fairly indistinct. Much more indistinct than now, with Hermione at his side, once again dressed up in her 'fight-the-power!' muggleborn clothing, her makeup all done up and yet to be ruined.
After all, they're on their WAY to visit Lord Potter in his office again. They haven't gotten there yet, even though Ron knows exactly what's going to happen once they do. Hermione will find some excuse to ride the Auror Commander raw, only, she won't even get halfway before he's got her bent over and is fucking her from behind, plowing her silly and using her to his heart's content while she tries again and again to pretend like she's keeping the upper hand and doing it for the good of magical creatures everywhere.
The Chief Potter Elf escorts them in as always, and Hermione bristles with indignation as always, though if Ron is being perfectly honest, it feels like she's just putting on airs at this point, like she's faking it in order to be in the proper mood to be with Harry. This is made all the more obvious when a moment later, Hermione is ACTUALLY indignant, because they find out that Harry is NOT alone.
No, while he IS at his desk, doing paperwork, he's doing said paperwork while a full-blown veela in the form of Fleur Delacour, with wings and everything, slowly rides him on his lap. Harry is working around the needy, horny veela as she fucks herself on his cock, even while Fleur moans and speaks in that smoking hot French accent of hers.
"Please, 'Arry~ Please won't you drink from my big, fat tittiez~"
She licks at his throat and whimpers on and on about his 'big 'ooman' cock as it bulges out from her firm belly. In the end, a growl from Hermione draws Fleur's attention and she looks back over her shoulder and blinks, recognizing the two of them after a moment and going bright red in embarrassment at being caught in such a compromising position.
Not that she ever stops fucking Harry in the meantime, even as she stutters and stammers out a protest.
"Y-You don't understand! He haz… he haz proven his worth in a Hunt! Like a veela's chosen mate should, so zhere!"
Ron doesn't mind all that much, but a single glance over at Hermione shows him a glint in her eye as her hands go down to the button on her torn jean shorts, her intentions of… joining the fray obvious. Ron licks his lips in anticipation, his cock already straining somewhat against his auror robes, but before he can pull it out, something shakes him. No, not something. Someone.
"RON! RON, WAKE UP!"
With a blink, Ron wakes up in bed, only to find Hermione shaking him awake, wearing Harry's quidditch jersey and showing off TONS of yummy, tanned cleavage. It takes Ron a moment to realize that all of what he just experienced was a dream… which, in hindsight made sense, given the numerous inconsistences he'd brushed off.
He doesn't beat himself up over not realizing it was a dream though. He'd pretty much done exactly what he would have done if he HAD figured it out anyways. That is, jerk off to Harry and Hermione and any other smoking hot girl that Harry cared to involve, fucking until the cows came home. Regardless, now he was back in the waking world, and Harry was wrapping his arms around Hermione's torso, causing his jersey to pull back and show off Hermione's fat tits even better as the dark-haired wizard drags Hermione back into his lap and grins past her shoulder down at his best friend.
… Ron is just going to go for it.
"… So, I've got an idea for a new roleplay, if you guys would like to hear it…"
Judging by the curious looks on his friends' faces, Hermione and Harry are all ears. God, he loves them so much. He's so glad that they let him watch all the time, let him live vicariously through their sexual escapades…
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