Wait, She’s the Collateral? Ch.6 (Harry Potter)

Read Chapter 5 here

A/N: This story is completed. Might write shorts in this AU, but no more full chapters.

Summary: It has been 11 years since the last chapter. Harry watches his youngest children leave for Hogwarts while pointedly ignoring the camera flashes and whispering around him. No matter what rumors were floating around about his life, he wouldn’t change a thing. Especially when he intended to refill his empty house tonight with the help of three very willing witches.

“Girls! Be careful!”

Harry wondered if this was punishment for what he had done. Having three daughters, all with three different but stunning women, came with issues he didn’t foresee when they were born. Harry was already having fits thinking about when his girls would get into their boy phase.

“Dad, you know they won’t listen to you.”

Harry sighed tiredly, knowing his only son was right. He had always been a pushover for his daughters. It got to a point where their mothers were the only ones that could control them.

“Keep an eye out for them, will you?” Harry rubbed James’s unkempt hair fondly, “Well, as much as you can.”

“You’re asking this one to keep them out of trouble?”

Harry pulled a struggling James into a tight hug as he turned to see Ginny smirking at him with Hermione and Fleur smiling beside her. Every time Harry saw them, he marveled at how lucky he was to have them. Even after each of them gave him children, their stunning looks didn’t diminish in the slightest. In fact, motherhood made them somehow even more attractive. Harry especially loved the larger breasts and widened hips.

He quickly averted his eyes when they started glaring at him for checking them out while James was there.

“It’s his job as a big brother,” Harry rubbed James’s head again, getting him to whine loudly, “Isn’t that right, James?”

“Fine! Yes, it is. Let me go, dad!”

James huffed when he was finally free. Ignoring his smirking father, he quickly hugged his mum before doing the same to his aunts and rushing off.

“Remember to send letters!” Hermione yelled after her oldest child. When he was out of sight, the smile on her face dropped off. “He noticed.”

Harry gave her a slight nod, telling her wordlessly that he didn’t miss it either. When they had first dropped James off at the station for his first year, the rumors that had been swirling around the nature of Harry’s relationship with Hermione and Fleur were all but confirmed.

Of his children, the only one that carried the Potter name was his daughter from Ginny. Abagail Potter was a dead-ringer for her late grandmother, or so Harry was told. If Claire and Liliane didn’t have the stunning green eyes he inherited from Lily Potter, it might have been possible to hide their true parentage for a bit longer.

However, everything turned out for the best. Harry had no intention of hiding his children forever. It was already a hopeless cause with Claire since she was rarely seen in the presence of Ron. Even if she was, Harry was always right next to her since he didn’t trust his previous friend to behave.

As for Liliane, it was a little more complicated. Bill tried his hardest to treat her like a daughter but never quite accomplished it. Completely understandable in Harry’s view since Liliane’s green eyes were a constant reminder of who the true father was. It also didn’t help that Fleur often strayed from her marriage bed to get railed by Harry regularly.

That didn’t mean Harry and his women were happy about the unauthorized photos and gawking of the random bystanders. His children knew of who their true father was, but not about the numerous rumors that were spread in tabloids about them. The first to find out was obviously James.

Harry was lucky his only boy took the gossip surrounding him like a trooper. He only hoped his girls would do the same. Hopefully, James would be able to shield his sisters from the worst of it.

“I will ‘ead back, ‘Arry,” Fleur interrupted his thoughts, “You know ‘ow Bill gets when I spend too much time wiz you.”

Harry usually let Fleur do as she wished since her relationship with him was quite different compared to Ginny or Hermione, but this would not be one of those days.

“I have something I need to talk to you about,” Harry avoided his instinct to grab Fleur’s hand to keep her close, “Come back with us for a few hours.”

Fleur raised a perfect eyebrow before a slow smile formed on her kissable lips. “Let me guess. ‘Ermione and Ginny will be zere for zis… talk.”

Harry didn’t deny that. Doing so would be a lie since he wanted all three to help him with the problem he suddenly found himself with. Harry shrugged and said, “Let’s talk about this more when we don’t have eavesdroppers around us.”

“Come on, Fleur,” Hermione hooked her arm with the silver-haired witch, “Let’s not give these leeches more to drool over.”

Harry’s eyes trailed down slowly as the two women walked away, taking in the pert arses that he had the pleasure of fucking many times in the past. If there was one thing that excited Harry about his princesses starting their schooling, it was the additional time he’d have with their mothers.

“Hey!” The back of Harry’s head stung a little from the slap Ginny gave him, “What was that for? Spousal abuse goes both ways, you know?”

“Shut it,” Ginny rolled her eyes as she started to pull Harry to the apparition point, “You would have been drooling if I hadn’t snapped you out of it.”

“That’s a lie,” Harry denied, though he could see that possibly happening. Thinking of Hermione’s cheeks rippling as he slammed into her from behind or his face between Fleur’s fantastic arse could definitely make him drool. Especially when he had the privilege to do both many, many times.

“Sure,” Ginny obviously didn’t believe her husband, “So what are you planning now? I thought you would be far too depressed from our girls leaving to do anything. I suppose you want to shag us until you forget?”

“Ginny!” Harry hissed, “Don’t give anyone a chance to make us the headline.”

“Oh no!” Ginny was in a rare form, a sarcastic one, “Harry Potter is going to shag the women that already gave him children. What a huge surprise!”

Harry was unimpressed, but the giggling that Hermione and Fleur let out told him that he was the only one.

“We’ll, alright then,” Harry decided that if they didn’t care, he had no reason to hold back any of his urges.

Harry pulled his wife closer and made her wrap her arms around him. Two loud claps attracted the eyes of the people around them, but all they saw was four people disappearing in a soft pop.

Harry and his witches appeared in the living room with a soft pop, immediately followed by Hermione's screech.

“I told you I don’t like that without a warning!”

Fleur simply moaned like the slut she was and enjoyed what Harry did.

Since his women didn’t seem to be concerned about the optics of their relationship anymore, Harry figured he should lay claim to them in the best way he knew how. By slapping their jutting arsecheeks and sinking his fingers into the soft flesh that begged to be abused.

“Tough,” Harry grunted as he pulled Hermione and Fleur into a hug by his grip on their bum. Ginny was trapped in the middle and would have been offended that Harry left her, his wife, unmolested if not for the massive witch-breaking shaft that was making its presence known on her stomach.

“This is cozy,” Ginny murmured, sandwiched between her husband’s mistresses, “I suppose this is where you pound away until we’ve got our brains turned into mush?”

That wasn’t exactly what Harry wanted to accomplish, but with how his cock reacted to Ginny’s guess, he certainly didn’t mind. Still, he wanted to make his intentions clear.

“The last decade of my life couldn’t have been any better. Not only did I get the big family I always wished for, but it was also accomplished in a way that I wouldn’t have ever dreamed of being possible.”

The witches listening to Harry all gained soft smiles on their faces. There was just one thing that spoiled it a little, something they noticed that Harry had a habit of doing when being sappy. His hands were still gripping Hermione's and Fleur's jutting arse with no intention of letting go.

“I hope you three help me make my new dream also come true,” Harry shifted his hands to the other jutting arsecheek of his mistresses. He had to make sure their spectacular bums were fully utilized. “My princesses may have left for school today, but I hope to have three more daughters to spoil a year from now.”

Ginny and Fleur stiffened in unison and looked at each other before turning to Hermione, excitement already bubbling inside them.

Fleur was all for it, always wanting more children from Harry’s seed. Her daughter Liliane was the epitome of what could be achieved from a Veela like her and a powerful wizard of Harry’s caliber. It was hard to believe, but Fleur knew her daughter would be far more beautiful than her when fully grown up. It was amusing for her when Harry realized that before worrying himself silly at the thought of a boy taking advantage of her. As if their daughter would let an unworthy wizard near her.

The other two girls from Harry’s seed were no slouch either in looks. While not a match for Liliane, Fleur knew that they would become stunners of their generation. Again, not a surprise when the women Harry chose to impregnate were Ginny and Hermione Weasley.

With all that, of course Fleur would have been eager to carry another one of Harry’s babies. The only reason she didn’t was because of Hermione.

The brunette had been adamant about stopping at two children, which made Fleur and Ginny follow her decision. It certainly wasn’t forced, but they decided to do so for their own reasons.

For Fleur, the obvious jealousy Hermione exhibited when Harry spent time alone with either Ginny or her would likely go out of control if Fleur chose to get bred by their man. It could turn out to be a fun time to use that explosion of jealousy for sex, but it could also be disastrous. In the end, Fleur decided not to disturb the delicate balance.

Ginny did it for far simpler reasons. She had fallen in love with Hermione. Since the brunette was ecstatic to be the only woman to give birth to two of Harry’s children, the redhead saw no need to challenge that. Besides, Ginny was happy to be a second mother to Harry's children with Hermione and Fleur.

However, this was the first time Harry had directly asked for them to bear more of his children. And if Ginny and Fleur realized something about Hermione in the past decade, it was that she couldn’t deny Harry anything of real importance.

They were right.

Hermione had stopped after getting the perfect pair of children. The older being a boy and the younger a girl. It was something Hermione had always wished for when she was younger. When she was bullied for being a teacher's pet, a childish thought of an older brother protecting her came to mind. Hermione made it a reality for her clever little daughter. However, it seemed like Claire seemed to have more fun terrorizing her brother with her sisters.

The words denying Harry got stuck in Hermione’s throat when she saw Harry looking at her so hopefully. She supposed having three more adorable girls in the house wouldn’t be much of a hardship, Though she had to wonder why Harry would want to deal with three pregnant witches again.

“Are you sure?” Hermione delayed the inevitable, “Correct me if I’m wrong, but weren’t you the one that swore up and down that our girls would give you grey hairs?”

Harry couldn’t deny it. He had said that multiple times over the years, but the stress of having beautiful daughters was worth it. He loved James, but the boy had suddenly decided that hanging out with his old man wasn’t ‘cool.’ The same couldn’t be said for his daughters. Harry wasn’t a fool and knew they were doing it so he would be putty in their tiny hands, but he was very willing to be that putty.

Hermione sighed when Harry kept looking at her expectantly. She knew there was no chance he would change his mind. “… Fine.”

Harry’s laugh of excitement could only be matched by Ginny’s and Fleur's joy. He was so distracted by his happiness that Ginny took advantage of that and claimed Hermione’s lips in a deep sloppy kiss before Harry could.

He refused to let his witches out of his grasp, specifically his grasp of Hermione’s and Fleur's arse. Harry had a clamp on those cheeks for so long that he was sure there had to be an imprint of his finger on their smooth skin. He would find out soon enough, so Harry focused on the only pair of lips that weren’t being occupied.

Fleur gave him a sultry grin before pulling his face down so she could push her tongue into Harry’s warm mouth. She was thankful that Hermione and Ginny occupied each other.

It might be surprising after the way Fleur got Harry to fuck her the second time, but she wasn’t too keen on playing with the fairer sex. That didn’t mean she wasn’t willing to do so to entice Harry to rail her harder than he usually does, but it wasn’t something she’d do without a similar reason.

Fleur was happy to keep Harry's mouth company while Hermione and Ginny tongue-fucked each other.

Harry pulled away from the silver-haired Veela’s pouty lips with a loud slurp, strings of saliva conning their separating lips before Fleur sucked them in and swallowed it.

“I want to be ze first,” Fleur reached down to stroke Harry’s hard cock presiding into Ginny, “I want my girl to be the oldest again, mon amour.”

Harry grunted before slamming his lips against Fleurs for a minute before pulling away and leaving her lips swollen. “Why should I?” Harry raked his eyes down Fleur's voluptuous body, “Liliane does a fantastic job leading her sisters into all sorts of trouble. Give me a reason I should want a repeat of that.”

“Instead, I think Hermione would be perfect to breed first,” Harry followed that by gathering Hermione's hair in a makeshift ponytail in his fist before yanking her back to break her kiss with Ginny. Hermione was able to get a gulp of air before she found Harry’s tongue when Ginny’s had just been deep in the back of her mouth.

The kiss only lasted a few seconds before Harry pulled his tongue out of Hermione’s mouth and he pushed her lips back into Ginny’s, letting them taste each other's tonsils again.

“You could do zat,” Fleur didn’t seem worried about being able to convince Harry, “But if you promise to fuck me full of your baby batter, I promise to do ze zing you wanted.”

Harry repeatedly blinked for a few seconds before saying, “There’s no way you’re being serious.”

Fleur ignored Hermione and Ginny getting increasingly obnoxious with the slurps from their tongue-filled kiss. “If you let go of my derrière, I will show you.”

Harry debated if it was worth releasing Fleur's juicy arse on the off chance this wasn’t a trick, but the temptation was too much. He reluctantly let go of Fleur's jutting cheek, causing it to bounce back into its perfectly rounded shape.

“Remember, ‘Arry,” Fleur kissed the corner of his mouth, “You ‘ave to keep your part of ze deal. If you do, zis won’t be ze last time.”

Harry still had doubts when Fleur slowly got on her knees, her face directly in front of his groin. As Fleur was known to do with her distaste of using magic to rush the art of undressing before sex, she slowly unbuttoned Harry’s trousers and hooked her fingers past the band, catching his boxers at the same time and pulled down.

Fleur's soft lips kissed the top of his cock, the first thing that was seen with how hard it was, and she didn’t waste too much time savoring the precum before leaving a trail of pecks down Harry’s large shaft. When his trousers fell to the floor, Fleur nuzzled into his balls and gave an opened-mouthed kiss to the part of Harry that would be responsible for producing the seed to impregnate her.

“Are you ready?” Fleur idly stroked his cock while tracing his balls with her tongue.

Harry definitely was, which was why he was irritated when Hermione grabbed his face and made him look at her. “Are you going to let her bribe you like this?”

“Hell yes,” Harry said without hesitation, “You can bribe me like this too.”

Hermione frowned in distaste. Ginny kissing her cheek was the only reason she didn’t give Harry a vehement denial. “We love you, Harry,” Ginny looked down to see Fleur shifting her position, “But we just aren’t into that.”

“You like it when I do it to you!” Harry had this argument many times before, “Maybe you just need to tr— AANH.”

Ginny giggled at the high-pitched girl-like moan that left her husband's lips. Hermione didn’t react much better, except she still had the mind to keep track of the situation.

“I suppose since Fleur is demeaning herself this much, I should support her the best I can,” Hermione stared at the silver hair she could see around Harry’s legs.

Harry wasn’t aware of what his best friend-turned-mistress was saying. He was trying to resist the urge to blast his cum all over the place. That would be doubly an issue. First, that would be embarrassing as all hell, and second, Fleur has reserved the load for her womb.

The thing he was complaining to Hermione about was their refusal to reciprocate. All three of his women, whether it be Ginny, Hermione, or Fleur, had bums that wars would be fought over. They were each special in their own way, but the one common thing about them was Harry’s reaction.

He loved to see those arses bounce and ripple under his thrusts. Harry loved to rough fuck them until their pale skin was bright red from his hips repeatedly beating them. That became increasingly difficult with the children in the house, so Harry found another way to show his love for those peach-shaped bums.

It involved having his face buried between those soft cheeks with his tongue shoved as deep as it could go up their arses. With magic involved in cleaning before the act, Harry felt he found himself a jackpot. That’s why he dearly wished that his women worship him the same way he did them.

Harry wanted to look back and only see the top of a head while feeling a small tongue lick his arse. He got his wish. Harry couldn’t even react to the feeling of the cleaning magic taking effect before Fleur buried her tongue into his hole.

He hugged Ginny tightly to his side, making her act like support to keep him standing on his shaky legs as he craned his neck to look behind him. The top of Fleur's head could be seen moving slightly as she didn’t shy away from treating this like her favorite meal was in front of her.

“Bloodily hell, yes! Eat my arse, you fucking slut!” Harry's cock was leaking copious amounts of precum on Ginny’s thighs as he used his idle hands to grope the redhead's curves. Ginny didn’t stay inactive and chose that moment to shove her tongue into his open mouth.

With a tongue rimming him and another dueling against his own, Harry was thoroughly immersed in what he was feeling. Hermione’s attack came utterly unexpected.

“MMPH!” Whatever Harry meant to say was swallowed by Ginny’s mouth. He could barely resist cumming with just Fleur's tongue in his ass, but with Hermione swallowing his cock simultaneously, Harry had no chance.

He let go of Ginny and grabbed Hermione's head before trying to shove her down even further on his cock. With his other hand, Harry reached back and knotted Fleur's silver hair in his fist before keeping her in place.

“I’M CUMMING!”

Fleur's eyes widened as she started to fight against Harry’s grip, but he didn’t notice since he was busy force-feeding Hermione his cum. The cum that Harry had promised to reserve for Fleur's womb.

It was when Hermione had gulped the second rope of cum did Harry realize that he was blowing his load in the wrong person. He released the grip he had on Fleur's head while driving himself to slow down the rate of cum that Hermione was being fed.

“Get ready, Fleur!” Harry yelled with clenched teeth, “I still have some left!”

He heard Fleur clamber to her feet as a slow stream of cum trickled into Hermione’s stomach. It would probably help to pull out of the brunette’s throat, but Harry refused to have his cock exposed to the cold air longer than it needed to. His brilliant plan was to shove his cock as deep as possible inside Fleur's wet cunt immediately after pulling out of Hermione.

A few seconds later, a flushed Fleur with smudged lipstick appeared above Hermione’s kneeling form. With quick movements, the Veela lifted her free-flowing dress and pulled aside her skimpy panties to reveal a glistening pussy that was more than ready for Harry’s large cock.

Hermione coughed harshly when Harry pulled his cock out of her throat without warning. A stray shot of cum plastered itself on her face, leaving a thick strand of baby batter from her lips to her forehead before Harry could pound his cock into the place it needed to be.

Fleur shrieked at the sudden stretching she experienced before moaning like a two-bit whore when she immediately felt the warm splashes of cum hitting the walls of her womb. Feeling Harry’s seed filling the depths of her cunt always made Fleur randy, but she was even more receptive to the feeling when she knew Harry was trying to fuck another baby into her.

“Ah, fuck,” Harry wheezed between short, powerful thrusts that emptied everything his balls had left into Fleur, “After I’m done stuffing you with my cum, I think my wife needs some love too.”

Fleur moaned deliriously and was vaguely aware of Ginny slamming her fingers in and out of her sopping pussy. She was expecting Harry to give her filled cunt a break and start wrecking his wife, but instead of that, Fleur found herself pinned against the wall while Harry tried to demolish her pussy.

She was already squirting endlessly around the cock trying to form an imprint into her tight passage permanently. Harry didn’t seem to find that level of fucked-stupid enough for Fleur. With a savage grunt, he dug his fingers into her pale thighs and started to pull her knot his thrusts, the sound of their hips crashing together becoming deafening as Harry chased his second release.

Fleur let out a shrill cry as her pussy exploded in a shower of clear fluids that doused the floor. That must have done something for Harry since he ripped his cock out of Fleur’s spasming cunt and made a beeline for Ginny.

Harry didn’t waste any time since his wife was more than ready with the number of times she brought herself to orgasm with her fingers. Ginny yelped when she found herself on her back with her legs pressed against her upper body. Harry pushed down on her ankles, keeping her folded in half before drilling his sensitive cock all the way to Ginny's cervix.

“Yessss!” Ginny hissed as she egged Harry on, “Cum in your wife, baby! You did the right thing by using that slag to get you off so you can fill my womb!”

Harry didn’t need Ginny's encouragement since Fleur’s cunt had almost milked out the seed from his balls, but her talking pushed him to the finish.

“Fucking hell!”

Harry’s hips slammed into Ginny, making her squeal at getting her womb beaten by her savage of a husband.

“Fleur might be a Veela,” Harry said between the grunts accompanied by thunderous thrusts into Ginny’s cunt, “But fucking you is something else.”

Ginny twitched as she screamed silently with her mouth wide open. Harry was cumming inside her alright, but he never stopped trying to fuck Ginny’s brains out.

Hermione shivered as she realized what Harry was trying to do. He was trying to use another witch’s cunt to milk his cock right to the edge before depositing the reward in a witch that did none of the work. It was childish, chauvinistic, and so many other words that Hermione would rant against with all her might.

So why was Hermione eagerly awaiting her turn?

She had watched as Harry emptied his balls into Ginny and continued to fuck the redhead like she was nothing but a tool to get his cock to the edge again. Hermione swore she could see Harry’s balls fill up with the seed necessary to redo his actions all over again, only this time it would be with Hermione.

The brunette was still kneeling in the same place she had taken Harry’s cock into her throat at the start. Hermione hadn’t even realized that she was in the same spot. She was just too mesmerized by the destruction Harry left in his wake to bother to do anything. Fleur was slumped against the wall while staring blankly at the ceiling, and Ginny wasn’t much better since she was completely limp on the floor.

The common thing between the two witches was the river of cum gushing out of their well-fucked cunts.

“Well, that just leaves you,” Harry stalked over to the kneeling Hermione, “Now, what should I do with you?”

Hermione stared at his red cock with a bit of apprehension. It was all fun and games until the bitch-breaker was in front of you.

“I would love to pound your round arse like a drum until you can’t stand for days,” Harry mused to himself.

Hermione grew alarmed. She had seen him do that to Fleur. And while it was undeniably attractive to see the confident Veela get reduced to a blubbering, arse-beaten, whining mess of a witch, Hermione had no desire to experience that herself.

“No,” Harry waved off that thought, “I want to make sure you’re pregnant at the same time as Ginny and Fleur.”

Hermione relaxed, knowing her bum was safe for now, though there was a hint of regret that couldn’t be ignored at Harry’s decision. Perhaps there was a part of her that wanted Harry to ruin her tight little arse.

“I’m starting to think that you have a fetish for getting us pregnant,” Hermione teased, “Where was this in the past decade?”

“Maybe taking care of the kids made me forget about it,” Harry gently rubbed Hermione’s swollen lips with his thumb, “:… I still want to see your arse beaten red.”

“Do you?” Hermione giggled, “I don’t care as long as I end up in the same state as those two. Do your worst, Harry.”

Harry's eyes darkened, a drop of precum falling from his painfully hard cock as he stared at Hermione. He had every intention of using a pepper-up potion to keep his stamina strong, but that wasn’t needed until Hermione got her portion of his seed.

“Open your mouth, love.” Harry held his shaft and pressed his cocktip to her lips, “Get me back to the edge.”

Hermione licked the salty precum that coated her lips before taking the wide cockhead into her warm mouth. She slurped on his cock and bathed it with her spit for a few minutes before Harry pulled away.

“Bend over,” Harry ordered, “I want to watch your arse bounce off my cock.”

Hermione bit her bottom lip and slowly got on all fours before bending her arms to lay her face on the floor. She knew what Harry wanted, and her arse high in the air with her face down was exactly what he had in mind.

“So fucking perfect,” Harry crouched behind Hermione and gave her arse a sharp smack, making her cheeks bounce, “Even after all these years, I can’t believe I get to make his arse mine.”

“You know how to make the mother of your children feel special,” Hermione murmured sarcastically as Harry squeezed her round cheeks, “Truly romantic.”

Harry raised himself slightly in his crouch to get his cock in a perfect stop to rail Hermione’s cunt. “There’s a time of lovemaking, Hermione.”

“Oh!”

Harry sheathed his cock in Hermione’s tight pussy in one powerful thrust. “This isn’t one of them.”

Hermione moaned as Harry made one arse-bruising thrust after another, shunting her body back and forth from the force of his hips smacking into her. Harry's tight grip on her hips helped to pull Hermione into his punishing thrusts. He wanted to see her arse bounce on his cock, and that was precisely what was happening.

“You know what?” Harry moved his grip from Hermione’s hips to her shoulders, arching her upper body a bit, “I think I’m going to fuck your arse anyway. I just have to pull out and dump my load in your cunt.”

Hermione protested by pushing her hips back into Harry’s thrusts, planting her arse on his groin so he wouldn’t be able to pull out. “Don’t you dare!” Hermione said in a near scream, “I’m so fucking close to an orgasm!”

“Fine, but you’ll have my cock in your arse after that,” Harry grunted and moved his hand from her shoulder to right below her breasts before pulling her up into a kneeling position with her back plastered to Harry’s body.

Hermione moaned as her body was held in place as Harry pounded his hips into her reddening arse. She tilted her head to the side to let Harry kiss her neck before he turned her face to get access to her lips. It didn’t take much longer for Harry and Hermione to cum at the same time.

The claps of Harry's hips crashing into Hermione's jutting arse never let down. Instead, it increased in frequency as they moaned into each other’s lips. Hermione's already tight cunt squeezed down like a vice on Harry’s thrusting shaft, helping to milk the cum that was begging to be let out of his balls.

Harry swallowed a keening wail that Hermione let out into their kiss as he felt his thoughts get doused by her pussy juices. He used more muscle to keep up the pace of his fucking until his balls contracted, pushing the first blast of cum past her fervid and into her womb.

Harry grabbed the back of Hermione's head to keep their lips connected and wrapped his other arm around her flat stomach. He wanted to keep her in place until he was sure all of his baby batter was where it belonged. It felt like minutes had passed with Harry continuing to fuck Hermione as he spewed load after load into her womb.

When she finally felt the flow stop, Hermione assumed that he would pull out, but she had forgotten what Harry had done with the other two. He kept fucking them until he was ready to blow another load.

Hermione was no different.

“Oh, Merlin!” Hermione shrieked when Harry kept fucking her sore pussy, “Harry!”

“I need more for Fleur, love,” Harry grunted as he supposed a small vial before downing the potion inside. Hermione shuddered when she felt his fucking get more energetic as her cunt tried to hopelessly fight the cock ruining it.

“I’m going to give each of you plenty of cum to make sure my cum takes root.”

Hermione wheezed as she experienced another mind-melting orgasm.

She weakly fell into Harry’s arms from continuous orgasms ripping through her. Hermione strangely thought of her in-name husband in the middle of all this. Specifically, of how she should thank him. Going along with Ron’s ridiculous decision to loan her out to Harry was the best thing Hermione did for herself.

All memory of Ron was immediately shoved out of her mind when Harry claimed her lips again.