As Lily observed Ron and Ginny taking use of the beautiful afternoon by the pool, she was unable to get rid of the guilt that persisted in the air. She was aware that Ron had suffered greatly in his quest to become an auror due to her son Harry's silence. In an attempt to patch up the strained ties, Lily made the decision to invite everyone for a laid-back get-together.
Lily and Hermione lounged by the poolside in their little bikinis as Ron and Hannah played in the water with an air ball and Ginny napped on the longue chair opposite from her and Hermione on the other side of the pool. The tension in the air was heightened by the sun's warmth. Ron found it difficult to stay focused on the game with Hannah since he was drawn to Lily and Hermione, allowing his eyes to accidentally stray over beautiful bikini bodies.
Seeing that others were uncomfortable, Hannah tried to break the ice. "Ron, darling enjoying a bit more than the game are you?" She gave him a giggle.
Lily leaned back in the lounge chair with her future daughter-in-law, Hermione, to enjoy the warmth of the sun. The sounds of Ron and Hannah's water splashing created a calming mood by the pool.
Lily spoke in a firm but caring tone. "I can't deny what transpired involving Ron. Harry felt stung by his silence on Robert's guidelines regarding the Auror unit. And I find it painful to watch them both grow apart."
With a sigh, Hermione showed the weight of the unknown truth in her eyes. "I didn't think Harry would remain silent about it. We've experienced a great deal together."
Lily added her voice, which was firm but gentle. "Hermione, we need to make things right. It wasn't well received by Harry, but we're a family. We must take care of this and proceed. We must make amends with Ron."
With a mix of thankfulness and concern, Hermione nodded. When Lily realized how much her kid had hurt his best buddy, she couldn't help but feel conflicted.
"Should I have a conversation with them both?" Hermione posed a serious query.
"Don't let this destroy what we've got. We're here to enjoy one other's company and to start over." Lily thought to herself.
They made the decision to move past the past together after coming to an understanding. As they relished the warmth of the sun, the topic of conversation shifted to more lighthearted subjects.
"Hey, Hermione," Lily said while adjusting her shades. "Regarding the video you and Ron made for his OnlyFans. What's the story there?"
Hermione flushed and fumbled with her bikini's hem. "Oh, see, it's not what it seems like. It was not for his OnlyFans business that I did it."
Curious, Lily arched an eyebrow. "Then why did you do it?"
After a moment of hesitation, Hermione said, "I... I'm drawn to Ron, more sensually, perhaps. I made the film because I yearned for a moment, just to be with him."
Lily gave a sympathetic nod. "Attraction has great power. I understand. But do you love Harry, my son, Hermione?"
Hermione's eyes drifted to the ripples in the pool. "I love Harry, yes. We've been through so much together, and he's a great guy."
Lily saw the confused look on Hermione's face. "But there's even more, isn't there?"
Hermione let out a sigh. "I have to admit that Ron still has a hold on me. It's not simple."
Lily used her personal experiences to relate to others. "Darling, I get it. Love is a complex emotion that can occasionally cause confusion. Once, even when I was dating James, I experienced attraction to Sirius."
Hermione's surprised eyes grew wide. "You were attracted to Sirius?"
Lily laughed and thought back. "Yes, but it didn't last long. The one I really loved was James. Attraction can defy the laws of physics sometimes."
With a look of both relief and thoughtfulness, Hermione nodded. "I guess it's just human nature, then."
With a smile, Lily reached out to give Hermione a comforting touch on the hand. "Exactly. The heart is a complicated part. Just be sure to be sincere with the people you love and yourself. It's the only way to successfully negotiate the difficulties of love."
Hermione inhaled deeply, appreciating Lily's comprehension. "Many thanks, Lily. Your guidance is very valuable."
Lily gave a wink. "Anytime, my love. However, I had to inquire, Ron or Harry?"
Hermione was a great witch of her era, and although she was a very intelligent mother-in-law, she wasn't always the easiest to convince to stop thinking. As a result, Lily enjoyed watching her daughter-in-law blink multiple times before gently turning her gentle brown eyes toward her—almost as if she were possessed. "Um... what?"
"I asked who you feel is best at it," Lily said, shrugging as she extended her hand to pull her daughter-in-law's arm down and grasped her own hand firmly. "I assume, you enjoy it a bit more with one of the two of them, of course, but if I'm wrong...?"
"N- No... Yes, you're correct," Hermione mutely acknowledged. "It just caught me off guard. Ron was the one. That's the part, though."
"Oh?"
Lily knew Hermione would tell her more if she just let her talk, occasionally giving the impression that she was interested, but she could push for further specifics, of course. Which she was, of course. Who among the women wouldn't be curious to learn about the romantic exploits of her one and only woman? if for no other reason than support.
"So what? Is Ron the only person who attracts you, or is there someone else?"
"No, no, of course not," Hermione rushed to respond, saying, "No, I wouldn't! Simply put, there's a little more to it than that. Ron also has a few more women with whom he is having affairs. He names the other girls, including myself, the one—well, one of them. Because I am now involved in it as well, I view Ron as my boss. Not actually out loud, but we do it behind closed doors. I'm not the only "girl" that Ron has, as far as I know. And I am aware that he is having extramarital affairs. Additionally, his sister Ginny is, uh, well, sometimes goes with him."
"I see," Lily said once more. She was utterly dumbfounded. She also realized that, as one of Ron's females in that field, she had to have collaborated with other girls at least once.
There was another sideways look, but Hermione was disappointed if she thought her mother-in-law would be surprised to learn that she had been seeing someone else. Hermione was actually taken aback by Lily's playful, contented smile. "How was it to you? I mean, being with a woman."
"Lily!"
Upon hearing her daughter-in-law express shock in her voice, Lily simply shrugged and smiled again, asking, "What? Hermione, we're having an open conversation about sex. In comparison to being in what sounds like a very much semi-open relationship, asking someone if they enjoyed being with a female isn't that much."
"W- Well... If you put it such as that, I..." Hermione was silent for a considerable amount of time, and Lily observed over her glass as her daughter-in-law turned back to face the pool, where Ron and Hannah were amusing themselves by teasing each other. When she eventually managed to mutter, "It was... good," over the splashing, she did so very faintly. "The people I'm involved with are Harry and Ron. Ron is the most gregarious man I've ever met, even though the girls are enjoyable."
"I'm sure that he'll make a witch very pleased one day, then," Lily chuckled, "if and when he gets out of the OF business."
Hermione grunted in agreement, but she did not say anything to counter the implication that Ron would not be with her. She just nodded. "He's not too bad. Never gives up. To complete the task, that is."
Lily chuckled again, "I get it," and gave her daughter-in-law a firm grip on the hand. "To be honest, hearing that has some relief for me. Only a few males in his age group could make that claim. presumably Harry as well...?"
"He's not nearly as talented, but he's alright, I guess," Hermione said with a shrug. I simply feel a little bit selfish." Hermione sighed, but Lily just nodded.
Lily genuinely frowned at it, even if it was a funny statement. "Hermione, a sexual addiction is much like any other addiction, and you might occasionally find yourself drawn to just one person". She warned, saying, "If it's really that bad, perhaps you should keep seeing him—just not behind Harry's back."
At that moment, Harry and Neville left the house, Neville taking a few food packages and then scowling at his wife and Ronald in close proximity.After delivering drinks to his mother, Hermione, and Hannah, Harry turned to retrieve more for Neville, Ron, Ginny, and himself while Hannah and Ron slowly left the pool. Harry strolled over to everyone with a tray of drinks and a false smile that made his fiancée scowl at him.
Neville watched as his wife's yellow bikini created an exciting sight as it pressed back against Ron's bare torso, causing Hannah to fall at the steps and be supported by Ron from behind.
The stunning Mrs. Potter's fiery red hair drew Ron's attention as she laughed with Hermione. Thanks to Hannah's attractive married shape distracting him up until now, he had been making a lot of effort not to stare at the MILF body. The days passed, and Lily only became more beautiful in his eyes. Ron hoped he would be the only one to fully experience that, to be the only one to hear the breathless gasps as he nibbled at her lovely breasts. When her tight arse got spanked scarlet, her red lips would release surprised moans.
How Ron would get her to the edge and her emerald eyes would beg to be freed. Most of all, he could use her to be a dirty slut whenever he needed her to be, and that was what mattered most.
Ron wished he were the only one to see Mrs. Potter in that particular light. There was something really wrong with him; he should never have thought of his best friend's mother in that way. No one would have expected it of him, and he himself never would have when he frequently imagined women he found objectively attractive in sexual fantasies that verged on depravity. The worst thing was that the most beautiful witches were either members of his best buddy Harry Potter's family or the family of his pal Neville Longbottom, or would eventually become one.
Hermione, Ron's other best friend, was definitely out of the question this time. nor when he declared he wasn't interested in her, nor when she played the lead in far too many of those indecent dreams, frequently with Ginny or Lily standing next to her. Given how messed up that time in his life had been, Ron wondered whether he was going through a delayed puberty. Ron mentally noted that he should check himself out at St. Mungos to see if he was accidentally taking any desire potion.
Ron had never considered other close ladies in the same way, or not as frequently, as he does now that he has an active sexual life for the OF business. Having a family of his own had always been his dream. "Mate, what are you waiting for?"
Ron smirked as he said, "Just appreciating a bit of quiet," glancing at Harry. With a chuckle, Harry handed him his drink.
"I dislike these get-togethers because everyone wants to sign my autograph". Ron rubbed his eyes as Harry continued, "Even today, when mum arranged this small one, I had plenty of work to do."
"You had the option to say no. Harry, get over it and stop bothering."
Harry nodded wisely. "Yeah, I could have held my ground, but then Hermione would get all pissed off."
"Your fiance is a very sexy witch," Ron grinned.
"What would you think if I mentioned Ginny in that way?" Harry enquired with an envious, irate tone.
"Oh?" Ron smiled and said, "I wouldn't mind." Ginny and Hermione are right up there. He made the observation as Ginny emerged from her sleep and joined other women in enjoying a drink on her own.
Ron seemed to have grown a second head when Harry stared at him. A tiny part of him wouldn't mind learning a few tricks from the red-haired wizard given how constantly radiant Ginny was. Furthermore, at the ministry gala the day before, Harry had unintentionally heard Lavender Brown gushing about Ron to her girlfriends. Although Harry wouldn't mind letting Hermione feel some of that, it was too much knowledge for him. Certainly not Ron, not with Harry doing it to her.
He had been drunk that night and had been horny, so even though it had happened once, he had let Hermione to have oral sex with Ron. He most certainly intended to talk to Hermione briefly about some very important boundaries.
Ron stammered an apology and retreated in fear before the reluctant Harry could say anything further and hurried off to Ginny. He didn't know why he told Harry that. Since Hermione is getting married to Harry, Ron had already informed him before he did, and Hermione had made that initial video. She is sort of a sister to him. Ron was aware that Hermione is an attractive girl and had guiltily envisioned herself having a wank session with her once or twice. However, it had been pure nonsense and something he had blurted in a haste to calm Harry down. That wasn't very brotherly, in Ron's opinion.
Harry needed to be acutely aware that Ron was attracted to Hermione. The sidekick of the wizarding hero's desire was to drag Ginny into a room and inject all of his frustration into her emaciated form. Get past these absurd images in your head, like Hermione knelt, Hannah hunched over the table, or—worst of all—Lily Potter yelling out as Ron tore her mind apart.
In an attempt to maintain his erection in his tight swimsuit, Ron deliberately shuddered. Lily Potter appeared to be in her prime, yet magical folk were known to age more slowly. If a woman's youthful face and voluptuous figure were considered her prime, then she would be an absolute MILF. However, Lily Potter's attractive appearance was unimportant. It was the daily degradation of Ron's thoughts.
He sometimes felt that Ginny had some of the guilt. His cravings grew darker the more kinky videos he made using his sister's concepts. But that was a dumb move.
Before the environment became silent, Ron heads to join the little group in the backyard under the warm warmth of the summer sun. Suddenly, Romilda Vane entered, arousing curiosity among the others. Hermione couldn't help but give Romilda a slightly envious glance.
Ron turned to face her with annoyance as he noticed her presence. "What are you doing here, Romilda?"
Undaunted, Romilda smiled back, saying, "Just wanted to get in on the fun. You look so hot in your briefs."
Hermione furrowed her eyes, but Ron got right to the point. "This is a personal event. You were not sent an invitation."
"I was thinking, Ron, I want to be part of your girl's squad, one of your special girls," Romilda said, ignoring his tone.
Ron became more irritated. "As I mentioned earlier, get in touch with Ginny if you're interested. Perhaps she will arrange a date for you."
With a cheeky twinkle in her eyes, Romilda shrugged. "Ginny said no, but I want to show you that I am capable. You've never seen the skills I possess."
Ron sighed, becoming increasingly frustrated. "Look, come back tomorrow, and we can discuss it."
Romilda insisted, though, saying, "I want to show you what I got right now." Harry, Hermione, Neville, and Hannah looked at one other, bewildered by the sudden drama.
Ron leaned in to whisper, "Let's go," in Romilda's ear while displaying a clearly agitated expression. Ron shot Romilda a gaze that made her legs tremble. When she hesitated, Ron snarled, "I need you right now. This wasn't a request, you impatient whore."
Ron pulled Romilda like a barbarian, but she turned a flattering red and waved at the others, including a laughing Ginny. She took a quick look at Mrs. Potter and hoped she was unaware of anything. It wouldn't take long to figure out what Ron intended to do to her.
Sadly for Romilda, someone did see her, and she could have been the most astute witch present. A stone-faced Ron took the gorgeous witch away from the gathering, and Lily pursed her lips. Her first instinct was to go save Romilda from whatever was going to happen, and to do it in her own home.
Lily saw the sight on Ron's face. It always culminated in the most amazing sex, like she had witnessed on James's face when he was much younger, just before he passed away. Lily tore her eyes away as Ron and Romilda vanished into her home and made the decision to allow them some privacy.
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Harry was walking around like he was on self-piloting, his thoughts fixed on what Hermione had disclosed to him just moments before during their conversation. Sincerely, that wasn't all that surprising. Even if Harry isn't very complicated or direct, he is able to recognize something as evident as Hermione's affection to Ron. Still, there was never a reason to worry about it. Though it was just a small part of him, Harry hoped that Hermione was only a touch tipsy and said more than she meant to.
It gave him the feeling that he had consumed something dreadful.After Ron naively agreed to let Hermione film a video with him, Harry couldn't help but picture Ron and Hermione alone in his home. Alone and in love, finding solace in each other's company.
Hermione insisted she didn't feel anything for Ron, but even if she did, could Harry really hold her accountable for what happened when he let them be so close in private with his permission?
"Harry, I never imagined seeing that expression on your face." Instantly reaching for his wand, Harry stopped himself. After joining the Aurors, Neville had hardly gone silent when he wished to, relishing the surprise of others not realizing he was behind them.
"Neville, Merry! Would you like to be cursed?
Neville laughed, "Hasn't happened yet. So what did Hermione do to get you think like that?"
"What gives you the impression that I'm thinking about Hermione?"
Neville gave him a disbelieving glance before nudges Hannah with his head. "Being married to Hannah is not easy, so I get more than my fair share of headaches."
Harry offered him a halfhearted smile and then remained quiet for a short while. Neville waited calmly, not hurrying his companion. "Suppose Hermione told a lie about a matter could ruin our friendship?"
Neville's surprised eyes grew wide. He believed that Harry and Hermione had a fight, which by now had practically become customary. Not something that called into doubt the entire partnership. "Harry, it will rely on the nature of the lying. If it's as horrible as you say, I need to know more than that."
Harry blushed with embarrassment and then grudgingly revealed what he thought was going on between Ron and Hermione. At first, Neville believed this was all utter nonsense. Hermione and Ron appeared committed to keeping whatever was going on hidden and unnoticed.
Neville spoke softly at first, "Harry. Maybe this should be left alone. Even if you mentioned it to Hermione, what good would this accomplish? The best-case scenario is that she would be enraged with you for believing she is cheating and that nothing happened. The worst thing is, well, do you really need to know? Why does it matter that it happened with your consent in the first place?"
Harry was uncomfortable with Hermione's potential comparison of him to Ron, even though he understood Neville's point of view. "Really, that's not what you're worried about," Neville realized.
"I overheard Hermione gushing about Ron's excellent bed skills. What if she has been pretending with me all along?" Harry's cheeks turned red with rage when Neville burst into a fit of laughter after a brief period of silence. Neville stopped the boy who was going to depart in between giggles.
"Hold on! I apologize Harry, but I didn't anticipate the boy who survived to have such a childlike mindset." Neville disregarded Harry's objections. When Harry continued to seem dissatisfied, Neville made the decision to openly discuss a concern that had followed him since he married Hannah.
"Are you aware of the gossip regarding muggle romances?"
"That they're freakish?" Harry snorted. "Remember that I was also part of the Muggles?"
"Many of these muggle women are insatiable," Neville said, ignoring it. "Marriages no longer have any significance because of their informal interactions and open relationship. That kind was proposed to me by Hannah. She has already brought a variety of, um, sex devices because she is equally ravenous. I'm finding it more difficult to keep up with her."
"I swear to Merlin, Neville. If you don't get to the point, I will curse you. If all you're doing is boasting about Hannah..."
Harry bit his lip when Neville said, "I know Hannah's mom has guys on the side. My response was the same. There is some truth to the muggles' rumors."
Here was Harry's dilemma: what to say? Neville and Hannah, in his opinion, were too much in love to ever consider other people in that way. "Is Hannah seeking for other people?" With hesitation, Harry enquired.
Neville answered Harry with an odd air of composure, "No, but I for one know that if I want to be with Hannah, I must accept that it probably won't happen anytime soon."
Harry averted his gaze from his friend, whom he felt intense sympathy for. The notion of Neville greeting Hannah after she took on another man's body gave him that strange feeling in the pit of his stomach once more.
"Why would you give up somebody like Hermione based on some suspicions you have regarding what she did with your permission if I'm not reconsidering my marriage to Hannah when I am aware of what will happen if I stick with her?"
Again, that seemed reasonable on the surface, but Harry's circumstances didn't truly improve. "Harry, chin up. Hermione's coming this way through ."
Harry glanced at Hermione approaching him, slightly aware that Neville had wandered off. Who would have guessed that the gorgeous brunette was once a haughty, conceited jerk? With her wild hair and clever, brilliant eyes, Hermione was still very much herself, but unlike her awkward adolescent years, she blossomed into her appearance.
Hermione appeared to be perfectly described as both petite and attractive. Harry wasn't considering how fortunate he was to have her at this moment, though. If Ron was the fortunate one to have her heart, he wondered.
Hermione told Harry she had broken her hymen accidentally a long time ago, and he believed her when they had slept together for the first time. Harry was starting to disbelieve it. "I was unaware that you were participating in Quidditch once more."
"What?" blinked Harry.
"I call it the seeker's defeat face," Hermione chuckled, pointing to the forlorn expression on your face.
Harry didn't even have the desire to dispute with Hermione as much as he would have liked to. Really, why did Ron have to force these ideas into his mind?
Hermione scowled and leaned over to whisper, "What happened? " while Harry remained expressionless. "Is it Ron?"
Harry made up his mind all of a sudden. Hermione naturally worried about Ron right away. It was so much more logical. "Ron, it's still him, isn't it?" Harry replied, sounding disgusted.
"Ron?" Hermione recoiled in astonishment.
"What you two done is well-known to me. You talked to my mother as if you had admitted it."
"Quiet up! I won't have you wrecking this day," yelled Hermione. Harry's cheeks went crimson, but he was smart enough to remain silent when he turned to face Neville and saw that he was staring at him sternly.
Hermione shoved him toward a different room, saying, "Follow me. I need to hear what had you up in flames this time."
Regretfully for Harry, they heard Ron's rough grunt and Romilda's loud groaning sounds emanating from behind the tightly shut door of that room. Hermione said, "He really needs to learn how to control that sexual drive."
Harry heard her and shifted uneasily, muttering to himself. Hermione gave him a stern look and snarled, "So what was that about?" after leading him to a different room and closing the door behind them.
Harry took a step back, then realized he was the one who was meant to be furious. "You fooled me," He said.
"Relative to what?" Hermione enquired, perplexed.
"The terrible video! You stated to me you don't have any feelings for Ron, even if you love him!" Hermione gave Harry a confused expression before the wizard with the raven hair realized he was holding his stung cheek.
"You dare mention that when you were the jerk who let us? Nothing is going on between Ron and me, as I have informed you!" Hermione's voice was high pitched before it dropped low, as she asked, "But suppose I did? What would happen if I allowed Ron to fuck me behind your back each and every night that you weren't present? You have no right to complain about it. Don't you know that Ron had feelings on me before we were dating?"
Hermione's scathing remarks caused Harry some slight discomfort, but that was nothing compared to the emotion he was unwilling to admit. Sadly, Hermione prevented him from having that opportunity. "I believed that since I'm with You and not Ron anymore, you've moved over your dreadful habit of sobbing over everything and have grown up. For the love of Merlin, he's running an OF business! Had I not known any better, I would have assumed that you...." Hermione trailed off, seeing a noticeable bulge beneath his robes. "You seem to enjoy it," Harry quickly shook his head in refusal.
Hermione cocked an eyebrow and took on an expression that those who knew her well would recognize. She was putting the pieces of the puzzle together that had been missing for a while. Hermione approached Harry and murmured softly, "Harry, did you enjoy hearing that? I was all your best friend's, to use my body whatever he pleased. having his cock in my mouth when I wake him up every morning, using the girl you love like a personal fucktoy and venting his resentment towards you on my tight little pussy".
Hermione slid a finger down Harry's erect shaft, causing him to shudder. A wet stain appeared on his robes, and he stumbled back, falling on his arse and moaning. Harry looked at an astonished Hermione after letting his spunk ruin his clothes.
"I now know why you act so agitated all the time, you thought I was doing what you had pictured in your fantasies," Hermione said, rubbing a finger across her dress.
Harry wanted to say otherwise, but someone had to firmly expose a secret that was so well-kept that not even he knew it existed. "It's disappointing that none of that happened," Hermione said, bending down to give him a patronizing pat on the cheek. "Harry, I really did stay true to you after that shoot, even though I now realize that you would have been delighted if I had often touched Ron's cock".
"That's not the kind of thing I desire. Perhaps I was just want to participate and be a part of what you two were doing that day! What happens next? Are we splitting up?" Harry swallowed and asked. He didn't want Hermione to end their relationship with him since, despite his weird yearning, he still loved her.
Hermione casually shrugged, "Nothing. I have no plans to leave you for something this stupid." Harry's eyes showed equal parts relief and disappointment, which she found fascinating.
"That's good," a laughing voice called out from the side. With a gasp, Hermione whirled around, readying her wand. When she saw it was Ginny, she instantly became calmer.
"G-Ginny! It isn't what you may think!" that wasn't Hermione who said that. Harry was there. Hermione saw the many love bites covering Ginny's neck when she threw back her head in laughing. While he was filming the films, Ginny had informed Hermione that he was starting to act increasingly like an animal in bed.
"Oh Harry, please... Act as though you never burst in your pants while Hermione was hardly even close to you". Harry stammered and turned to look at Hermione for support. The brunette didn't want to test her boyfriend's newly discovered fetish in front of Ginny, but she still wanted to see how far it went.
"Get out, Ginny. Harry has simply consumed too much alcohol". Even though Ginny realized that was a flagrant lie, she gave in after observing Hermione give her a stern look.
"Alright". Ginny sighed and replied, "Let's go with it. You realize I was just getting some sleep? Not quite able to accomplish that with the yelling match you have going on down here."
"We weren't even screaming," Harry remarked as he picked himself up. Upon noticing the sizable damp patch on Harry's pants, Ginny spotted Hermione grinning reassuringly at him. It was a smile, a mixture of affection and ridicule.
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"Charming gathering, Mrs. Potter". Neville greeted the matriarch Potter. Naturally, the Potter family began to consolidate their influence following Voldemort's defeat. At first, it was modest, with Lily receiving more authority and her son receiving special attention at the Ministry. But ultimately, Lily was asked directly if Hermione Granger would be her daughter-in-law, which tore away the thin veneer of delicacy.
Even while it might not be true, Lily had to reassure her son that he earned his promotions on his own merits. Although Harry was the hero who turned the tide of the war, relationships mattered more. And who mattered more than his own mother and the most intelligent witch of her generation. Lily was only grateful that Harry had fallen in love with her, the attractive future daughter-in-law.
Although she thought there would be some emotional tension between Ron and Hermione, she was aware that the impoverished kid desired a large family and that, since Hermione is a strong witch, Ron would have no trouble reproducing her till he was content. If Hermione was anything like Lily, Lily suspected she wouldn't mind that either. "Mrs. Potter?"
Since she was more preoccupied with the girl that Ron had brought away to a room, Lily grinned stiffly and said, "Excuse me for a moment, Neville." I must see how Ron is doing. It was over for those two, whatever they were doing. If Lily were the girl, she would feel bad about herself if, despite spending over thirty minutes by herself, she couldn't convince Ron to continue.
Lily stepped out from the gathering and up the stairs, her legs suddenly very warm. Lily had occasionally even forgotten that beneath her adopted maternal aura was a lady who had been created by powerful wizards and had the physique to match. That was, after all, the reputation of the intelligent witches.
Lily's dark blue bikini top concealed nothing on her body. Her naturally full breasts were virtually bursting at the seams, matching her unfairly small waist that swelled into her broad hips and an arse that could clap at the slightest careless step. All the staring looks she'd often received in the ministry made her look like a young woman again.
Even though she is older today, she has not lost her sex desire. It was unfortunate to see that all of the boyfriends she was seeing at her matched age seemed to have lost interest in her. Oh well, Lily always had a handy gadget in her drawer that would do the job. "Ron, please! Forgive me."
The sound of the young woman's voice howl through the house made Lily freeze. "Slut, did I mention you could talk?" The sound of a bottom being struck crimson was so obvious that Lily blinked.
Romilda's wailing cries obscured the sound of a hand striking a solid ass. Perhaps Lily ought to get out before she gets caught, she thought to herself. "You've wasted too much time walking around acting like a whore. Now is the moment for you to live up to my expectations of you, my dear.
Lily thought Romilda was screaming with delight, but it was actually the rhythmic clapping of bodies meeting that reverberated throughout the house. When the older redhead peered around the slightly open door, she saw Ron pumping his big cock quickly into Romilda's dripping pussy while his heavy balls bounced off Ginny's firm arsecheeks, holding her hopelessly in the air. "Rooonnnn! You're breaking me!"
Lily pleaded to be wrong. She believed that Ron was treating her like a guy should. "Well done!" Ron growled, he said walking a little as he carried her "Perhaps I ought to get you impregnated so I can use you as a cum bucket," directly into Romilda's salivating face. Romilda's face was read enough by Lily to know that she found the idea appealing. It was logical. Before James passed away, Lily's greatest happiness had been having a baby fucked into her, so this other woman shouldn't be all that different.
Romilda stammered, becoming accustomed to Ron hammering his cock into her, "B-But....HNHH!" When the stunning witch sprayed all over his thighs and the floor, Ron didn't even blink, making sure to screw the hell out of her thoughts.
Ron snarled, "No buts. Have you met Mrs. Potter? That is the perfect look for a real woman". Lily gasped a little, perplexed as to why she had been taken into this revelry. "I'm going to repeatedly fuck babies inside your womb. Make your arse big so I can hammer into it all day, and make your breasts grow huge to nurse my offspring."
Romilda had an orgasm as she saw her destiny, and her tongue lolled out of her mouth as her entire body shook. As Ron's cock entered Romilda's womb, she let out a terrified cry. When Romilda got a spanking, she arched her back. Before letting it come out of his lips, Ron bent over and gave the pink nipple that was asking for him a small nibble.
"You're just that."
SMACK.
"My."
SMACK.
"CUM BUCKET!"
As the witch thoroughly rubbed herself on Ron's cock, Lily's eyes widened. Romilda squirted so much femcum out of her pussy that her room floor was covered in puddles. In just a few minutes, Ron's haughty grin gave the impression that he owned the witch, as he saw Romilda going bonkers over his cock.
As Ron threatened to breed her, Lily involuntarily circled her nipple through her dress, picturing his cock ripping through her pussy. "You are such a monster," Romilda cried.
Ron grabbed Romilda by her bum and lowered her down his protruding cock. "FUUUUCK ME!" She screamed and fucked herself on his cock. Lily cautiously moved away from the infatuated pair.
"Oh, my dear, I do intend to. I still haven't bred you as I promised. My mission is to send you back outside with my sperm running down your legs". Lily was about to tumble down the stairs when Romilda's screams resumed. The witch's sexual life was far more fascinating than her own.
When Lily recalled Ron's enormous cock seizing control of Romilda, she could feel her pussy pouring. This was going to be a really heavy night for her tool.
Furthermore, Ron presented Lily as the epitome of the ideal woman. Although she wasn't conceited enough to take things literally, she couldn't help but feel flattered. Ron was with a couple other girls, which is unfortunate. If he wasn't, Lily might have given him a taste of what she had to offer. It would have hinged, of course, on Harry's approval. Lily was aware that he would have. based on her knowledge of Hermione discovering Harry's darkest secrets and quirks. That's a moot point, as nothing would occur.
"Lily? Have you managed to find Ron? I've spent the last hour trying to find him." With a worried expression on her face, Lily turned to face Hannah and grinned, saying, "He's inside with Romilda, dear. They're taking a break so they can spend some time alone."
Hannah reddened, realizing what Lily was saying right away. "Ohh," she rolled her eyes.
Lily laughed, not in the typical girlie way. She questioned Hannah's understanding of their true nature. Speaking of, Lily took great pride in Harry's ability to capture someone of Hermione's caliber. Her son, who was usually a wimp, really went above and beyond to win the gorgeous brunette. On the other hand, Harry shown his bravery and allegiance throughout the conflict. Perhaps it didn't come as a huge surprise. "Let's let them handle it. I would prefer not to hear her let out a loud cry once more."
It was untrue. The fact that Ron and Romilda could be so alike in their depravity struck Lily as lovely. That, she thought, was real alpha power. With a hotter flush, Hannah asked, "You walked in on them?"
Humming, Lily said, "On Ronald.... talking dirty. It was very unexpected. However, because they are now adults, I'm sure it's common. Thankfully, Lily guided Hannah to the group table while discussing Hermione and Harry's engagement while answering any questions Hannah had regarding the overshare.
Romilda's body made a tiny splash as it landed in a puddle of her fluids combined with a generous helping of Ron's sperm. Her legs wavered as she fell to the ground. With a pleased expression, the stud looked down at the tired girl as she stared at him.
Compared to other wizards she had dated, Ron's intimacy was the most passionate. Since Ron had made Romilda into his own private whore and had used her till she was swollen with his sperm, the fact that this was the very first time he had fucked her was shocking enough.
Romilda admired Ron's demanding nature. Perhaps it was because Lavender Brown insisted on saying that true men went after what they wanted, or perhaps Romilda was destined to be Ron's little slut. She wouldn't change anything any way, maybe save for something new Ron started talking about after he penetrated her.
"That was amazing, Ron, but... did you really need to bring up the notion of making me pregnant, with the phrase cum bucket and Mrs. Potter, when we were having sex?" Romilda said, her voice rasping from all the shrieking she had done.
Ron squatted down next Romilda, causing her gaze to immediately focus on his bare ass. It was the ideal height for her to take it in her mouth.
"Did you assume I was making a joke?"
Romilda was taken aback by Ron "What do you mean?"
Ron chuckled, "Lily, Harry's mother, is one of the hottest women I've ever seen, and you are a cum bucket whore." Ron went on, "From what I saw of Lily, she was merely a whore as you when she was younger," before Romilda could lose her cool. Ron stroked his hands over Romilda's firm waist and bite-marked tits, giving her chills. "I like your body, but just think of all the things I could accomplish if I got you knocked up."
Ron began to finger Romilda, and she sucked in a shudder. "Mrs. Potter has a sensuous charm. There's nothing strange with me occasionally thinking about her".
Ron's hand was swatted away from Romilda's crotch and she growled, "Ron! Stop that. You are disgusting!" Ron seems to have awakened from his condition of unconsciousness after that. He blinked, then gave her an apologetic expression.
Ron assured Romilda that he occasionally acts that way and urged her to try to stop him when he became very passionate. Romilda was almost sorry for upsetting him.
Any couple would expect rough sex and foul discussion, but discussing other women while having sex wasn't typical. Not for Romilda, anyhow.
As the redhead wizard's cock dropped a dollop of precum to the floor pool, Romilda licked her lips. She was meant to be angry with Ron, but she really ought to take care of that for him. not act like a nice little whore and suck off his cock. "Do... Do you need some help in handling that? I don't want you to leave here upset."
Ron had an urge to accept Romilda's offer, but perhaps this situation didn't call for more sex. To the witch's dismay, Ron waved his hand to make the liquid on the floor disappear, and then he picked Romilda up with ease, carrying her like she were a princess.
"I know you're almost at your limit, Romilda, but thank you nonetheless."
Saying that to the worn-out witch instead of pounding her into the floor required an incredible amount of self-control on Ron's part. When he was within her, his instincts screamed at him to put her in her place and tell him what to say. Ron was frightened by that.