De- (-bauchery, -stress, -tangle)
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Chap. 30: De- (-bauchery, -stress, -tangle)
Harry, who was walking along the southwest edge of his property within the woods, just within sight of the garden, jumped as he felt the thread that connected him to Hermione jump and wiggle, then grow stronger. "What the...?"
He couldn't have said how, but Harry was very, very aware that his first girlfriend was suddenly much closer than she had been. He stopped for a moment and turned toward the house. He could not sense distress, precisely, coming from her... but she was not in what he would call a normal mood, either.
Harry took a single step toward the house, before, in a puff of pink smoke and shadowy wisps, both Lilith and Hermione appeared before him. The rosette winked and vanished via Shadowstep a moment later, leaving the brunette before him, looking exasperated. Harry looked her up and down, checking for injuries even though he knew Hermione wasn't hurt or scared.
She was wearing the same clothes he'd seen her in last, but the white t-shirt with some alt-rock band he'd heard of in passing now tied up below her breasts on the left side, exposing her midriff, which was a bit sweaty and, if he dared think the thought (he did), quite lickable. The denim shorts she wore were a bit more creased than before, and smudges of dust littered her lower arms, right shoulder, and left a single dusky line on her left jawline. "Hey, Hermione. I didn't expect you back until nightfall at earliest, or tomorrow."
"Yes, well, my parents are being insufferable. I had to Apparate back."
"So unfair that you got to get your license before I did."
"Not my fault I'm almost a year older," Hermione teased, then leaned in to peck his lips, "What're you doing out here?"
Harry shrugged, "Just walking. I haven't been out in the woods, yet, so I thought I'd see what it was like. It's... Quiet. Peaceful."
"Oh," Hermione frowned, "I can go if-"
"No, no," Harry laughed, and took her hand in his, "Walk with me. I wasn't trying to say you needed to go. It's just... the only other woods I'm really familiar with are the Forbidden Forest. And that can be quiet and peaceful, I'm not so worried about... well, Acromantula, Venomous Tentacula, even Centaurs."
"Or werewolves and dementors?"
"Or those," Harry agreed as they started walking together. A few steps in, the gentle tingle along his skin that told Harry he'd strayed beyond the boundaries of his property's protective magics had him turn slightly left, and the line moved back across his body. "So what were they doing that's 'insufferable'.
Hermione sighed heavily, "Shagging. Loudly."
He laughed, and tried not to imagine it too deeply. Hermione's mother was, after all, almost exactly what his girlfriend herself would look like at that age... "And that's a problem?"
"Yes," she huffed, "They were supposed to be helping me clean up the place! No one's been there in weeks, and it's getting a bit messed. And since they left in such a hurry... well, I mean, the post was picked up by the neighbors, but the lawn needs trimming, and so on. I don't want to do it all myself, without magic. But I can't use that since it's a muggle neighborhood."
"But you are of age... can't you do the little things, now?"
"Well, I could, but Professor McGonagall asked me to keep it down, so it doesn't trigger the protection and detection spells on the property. Which means I'm doing it all by hand. While they're enjoying themselves! It's just... frustrating."
"Aww," Harry teased, and turned to face her, "Is my little lover getting randy for daddy? Does she need some release?"
Hermione's glare might once have frightened Harry. Now, though, he only grinned wider and spun around to push her against the tree they'd just passed. "Hmm," he murmured, enjoying the feel of her chest pressed into his, and the hitch in her breathing. "Do you want Daddy to shove you against a tree and put his big, manly, full-grown dick into his little girl?"
"Harry... I'm not in the mood."
"Liar," the wizard in question laughed, then leaned in to kiss her briefly before pulling away. "But if you insist, I'll be patient. What's really going on?"
"That," she insisted, falling into step beside him again, her hand in his. "They wanted to have some time as a family, but they aren't spending time with me. They're just shagging. Three times already, and we've only been at the house for two hours! How are we supposed to see the cinema, or go out, spend time together lounging around the house, if they're shagging all day? It isn't like they haven't been doing it here, too."
Harry frowned. "Well... did something happen? Something that might've turned them on a bit more?"
"I don't think so," Hermione shook her head, "They haven't been around Lilith, so she couldn't have dosed them... I think. It's almost like they had Runes put on, but I know they wouldn't have that much effect, being muggles."
"Hm... Let me ask her." In his mind, Harry asked, "Love, any idea why Mr. and Mrs. Granger are more randy than normal? Hermione's annoyed they've spent all morning shagging instead of helping her with the house-work."
"Checking, Master..."
The next response came back some thirty seconds later, "I've just popped over there, and yes, they're indeed shagging like bunnies... delectable."
What followed was an image of Dan Granger, sweaty, nude, with his arse on the edge of Hermione's bed, not their own, driving his cock up into his wife, who faced Lilith at a bit of an angle, and bounced rapidly so that her big, matronly tits swung and swayed with every motion as she rode her husband wildly.
"It's nothing I've done, if that's what you're asking, I was out feeding this morning and didn't see them before they left. If I had to guess based on what they were thinking and talking about... it's something Hermione herself did."
"Thanks, love."
The Succubus' affirming affection flowed back over the bond, and Harry looked at the witch who walked next to him, still pretending she hadn't wanted him to push her up against that tree and take her, though he could feel that desire wafting off her in waves. "She confirmed it's nothing she did, and sent a rather saucy image... your mum looks really good, getting shagged."
Hermione blushed.
"They're doing it on your bed, too."
"Harry! I- I didn't need to know that!"
"Hmm. Yeah... I think you did. Because Lilith is pretty sure, based on what they were thinking about, that this was brought on by you, something you did or said."
Hermione was quiet for a moment, then swore, "Shite."
"So...?"
She shook her head and kept walking. Harry followed along, curving slowly from the southwestern part of the property to the west, and eventually they broke out of the woods as they continued west while the couple moved north, now facing the secondary hilltop where the orphanage's white building was now fully complete on the exterior. Harry headed that way next.
In the deepest part of the shallow valley between the hilltops the Potter Orphanage and Refuge for the Needy and The Crockery stood upon, she sighed and stopped. "Harry... I told them. About... about me and- and Daddy, in Nice."
"Mm. About your dad shagging you when he was drunk?"
She sighed, "Yes."
"I see. How did they take it?"
Hermione sighed again, then resumed walking at a slower pace, "I told Daddy first, because he was the one that... you know, was involved. I almost told Mum first, because she would've been most hurt, I think. But I saw him, and... I had to. I couldn't hold it in, anymore."
"How did he take it?"
"Poorly. He didn't rage, or... get mad. He just sort of... asked a few questions. And passed out. But he was upset. Not at me, really, but at himself. At least, I think it was at himself. Of course, he thinks we need to talk about it some more after he's had some time to think. Which is also what Mum said. She was hurt, felt betrayed, but she didn't yell, either. Told me she loved me... hugged me."
"Good," Harry told her, and stopped walking once more to pull her into an embrace as well. "We all love you, Hermione. This might change things between you. Change your relationship with them forever... but given what we know, I don't really think it'll change it for the worse. I know it's possible, but your parents... hell, if that's why they're shagging like this, then I'd bet Galleons the thought doesn't bother them nearly as much as you worry about."
"But it should," she whispered. "This is what I was... was worried about, all those months ago when you came to visit that summer. That our lives would just... turn into wanton debauchery, with no thought of consequence, or- or caution, or... anything."
"I understand," Harry nodded, "I worried, too. Sometimes I still do. But I love what we have, Hermione. Our relationship with each other, with the others. The group dynamics, the... everything. Not just the sex, though of course that's brilliant, but... we love each other. We care. We support. And that's all I've ever dreamed of having in a family. So answer me this, my love...
"Are you happy?"
"Of course I am, Harry!" she almost cried, "Never think I'm not. It's just..."
He waited patiently for over a minute, but Hermione didn't seem to know what she wanted to say. Instead, she took his hand and started walking once more, making her way up the grassy hillside, now more firmly within land he owned, toward the orphanage.
They were nearly half way up, more than five minutes later, when he asked, "What is it that's scaring you, Hermione? Or making you nervous, or whatever else. What's the real problem?"
She huffed, "Damn you for knowing me as well as they do."
"Yes, I'm sure I'm damned, but not for that," Harry chuckled.
Her look could have curled milk, were it not for the slight curl at the edge of her lips, the barest hint of a smile. "I worry... that I'll like... no, that they will like the idea, too much. And we'll be... lovers, not parents and their daughter. I worry that Mum will like shagging you so much that she won't... love Daddy as much. I worry that... we'll drift, like Ron and us have. Or that it'll be great at first, but then over time Mum and Dad will start to get jealous, and it'll... be bad."
Harry pondered for several seconds more, then nodded, "Valid fears and concerns. I get why you'd be worried about all of that, I think. But Hermione... we know it's true that everyone is different, and that relationships change. At eleven, at twelve, even at fourteen, do you think I could've ever imagined... well, all of this? Sure, I didn't even think of you that way until the end of our third year, but back then I imagined... us, just us. You and me. And Ron with some other mysterious girl we didn't know. People change. We change. There's still love, because we change together.
"That's what this is. A chance to grow your relationship with your parents. And me with them too, I suppose. So what you need to answer for yourself, and I mean for yourself, you don't need to tell me or even them what you decide, is... if you like the idea, or not. If you want to do it, or not. Because you are you, I will recommend thinking about it logically, of course. Analyze what you feel, don't just feel it. Weigh the risks, if you want. Your baby brother or sister will be here in... what, five months? Four, now? Your Mum's starting to show, at least. There's no rush, but think about how that might change your relationship with them. I'm going to suggest you don't... you know, have a child by your father. That would be... well, you know. Not great. I won't be doing that with your mother, either. I love the woman, you know I do, but... you are the Granger I'm in love with."
Hermione gave one last, huge, shuddering sigh, then nodded, "That... makes sense. Thank you, Harry. I needed to hear that."
"I'm not done," he chuckled, "but I'm glad to help. Think about it, decide what you- you, Hermione Granger, not your parents or me- want, and talk to us about it. We all love you. We have our own wants and needs, and we'll be ready to talk about them when you are. At least, I will be. But I don't want to color your decision."
That last bit made Hermione snort almost derisively, but more with amusement as she gave him a gimlet side-eye, "Like I don't know that you want to shag Mum, maybe even in front of Daddy, and me, too. Or that you want to watch me shag Daddy in front of Mum, preferably when you're balls-deep in her."
"Who knows who too well, again?" he asked with a wide grin.
Hermione only rolled her eyes as she kept walking.
At the top of the hill, Harry pulled them to a stop. He glanced around, then reached out with his senses... and smiled once more. He turned to Hermione, already reaching for his own shirt, and said, "Take off your clothes."
"Wh- What? Here? But we're right out in the open!"
"I know," he chuckled, "I can see the sky, Hermione, and for miles."
She looked around, revealing the valley town of Avondale to the east, and more high, rolling hills that progressively moved into forested mountains to the west. "It is a nice view. Fuck it. Let them see, it's not like I've anything to be ashamed of."
"That's the spirit," Harry chuckled as he pushed his trousers down to his ankles, and sat on the grass to pull off his shoes, his arse bare."I do love how confident you've become, Hermione. Show off what you've got, because you're gorgeous."
"Thanks," she blushed shyly, as she reached for her bra, and let it fall, fluttering to the ground as she presented her large, full tits to the sky. "That... huh... it is rather freeing, being half-naked."
"Imagine being fully nude," he laughed, as he finished undressing and focused his attention on her.
The shorts came down first, and Hermione, watching him, turned to give her pink knickers-clad arse a shake in his direction. Harry reached out to slap it, but she danced away, giggling, "Nah, uh, Mr. Potter... this arse isn't yours to play with."
"Pity," he muttered, "I'd love to be inside it."
"Maybe later. For now..." Her knickers fell a moment later, and Hermione kicked them forward to land in his face.
Harry laughed and inhaled deeply, catching powerful whiffs of her sweat, work, and more than a little arousal in the satin cloth. "You smell divine, love."
A moment later she was in his lap, his cock buried inside her to the hilt, and Hermione's pelvis rolled against him. "Love you," she said, and rested her head on his shoulders while her lower half rose and fell, twisting and rolled in circles. "I'll always love you."
"I know, and I love you forever too, Hermione," he replied, leaning into get a scent of her strawberry shampoo, as well. "If your Mum and Dad are shagging this much just talking to each other about what it'll be like if we continue on this path we're on... imagine what their love life will be when they get to do it."
Hermione's head lifted off his shoulder so she could rest her hands on them instead, and she looked down into his eyes. "You want to shag Mum in front of me again? Fill her mature pussy full of your thick, young, virile, magical cum, Harry?"
"You know I do," he replied quietly."
Her pussy spasmed around him, not quite in an orgasm, but something leading to it that made Harry shiver in physical delight as she slipped up and down, her clit bouncing against his belly a few times in rapid succession.
"And do you want me to fuck my Daddy, Harry? See him fill up his little girl's twat? Cum all over her tits? He did it inside before, but now I want to see him drip off me."
"I'd love that," Harry sighed, "It might be Ron's kink, but I do like it, too. Seeing you just covered in semen is a delight, my love. Knowing it was his, while I cream your mother's face, too? Aahh... that'd be spectacular. Make her clean you off, while you do the same to her..."
That made Hermione orgasm, and she threw herself against Harry, knocking him back against the grass while her body quivered over him. Harry let her go for a few seconds, but started thrusting up into her with his arms around her waist after a short while, prolonging and increasing her pleasure.
"Do... do you want to see me kiss my mother, Harry?" Hermione all-but-whimpered against him as he started pumping a little faster.
"I want to see you love her," he replied, "in every way. Lick her, suckle like a babe... get her lovely teats used to a child again. She'll need it, I'm sure... and clean me out of her cunt, make her scream your name again and again..."
"You're such a pervert," Hermione laughed, a bit stronger now. Strong enough, at least, to sit astride him upright, her breasts wobbling with the gentle motions of her body now as she fucked him on the hillside, in full view of both the mile-distant house and the orphanage, where Harry knew at least two dozen workers were installing tile in two of the bathrooms, and bringing in some metal-framed beds for the many rooms on the upper floor.
He grinned as a thrill of surprise and arousal from one of those strangers filtered across his Succubus-granted empathic senses. "I'm the pervert? You're the one shagging your boyfriend in broad daylight where just anyone could see, my love."
"You told me to," she whimpered, "and who cares? Let them see. I'm beautiful, and so are you."
Harry smiled, and reached up for her neck with one hand, lightly holding it, not squeezing at all. The other caressed her face, "Damn straight you are. I love you so much, Hermione."
"And I you, Harry. Now... cum for me. Fill me up. I want those workers you haven't told me about to see you ravage me. Fill up your girlfriend... make them think you knocked me up. Don't, though. I'm not ready for a kid, not yet. But I do want a belly full of that steaming, lovely jizz."
"Yes, you're the pervert," Harry laughed, and sat up just long enough to wrap his arms around the girl and roll half-onto their discarded clothing, to put her back on the grass instead. "This is how I first did it with Ginny, you know. On the grass between Hogwarts and the Pitch. Anyone could've seen, though I don't think anyone did. She gave herself to me as my Pet."
"I'm not your pet," Hermione said gently, as she reached to cup his face much as he had done with her before, "but I'm your lover. Your wife... if you'll still have a dirty, perverted girl like me."
"Always," he told her, and drove inside once more. "You're my perverted, dirty girl. Shag your Daddy, Hermione, and your Mum, too. Watch me shag her. Love me, as I love you. Love me, and your sister-wives, in the same way I love them. Enjoy this life, and what it has to offer. Don't be afraid, unless there's something to be afraid of."
"I do, and I won't, I promise, I swear," Hermione whispered, "You always... tell me what I need to hear. I... I love you so much, Harry."
"Maybe as much as I love you," he teased, and leaned in to kiss her with one hand on her breasts while he slid in and out faster, harder than before. "Now, scream my name when you cum, my love... let the whole world know who brought you to the heights of bliss again. Soon... I'm not going to last much longer without cheating. You're just too amazing."
"I don't... think you'll have to... w- worry about that," Hermione began to pant, "I'm so close again, too."
He released about a minute later, in a dozen powerful, bulging pumps that sent waves of his essence deep inside Hermione, and a few more over her belly and the bottom of her luscious breasts just for show, before he leaned down to kiss her again, running a hand through her hair. "However, dear one... as much as I hate to shag and run, we should get going."
"So soon?" Hermione whined, "I was in the mood to snuggle a bit."
"I'd love to, believe me," Harry laughed, "but as a certain Succubus, or maybe Ginny, has just made off with our clothes, we should go get them back. Unless you just want to go nude all day. I'm fine with that, too, if you are."
"Wh- What?"
Harry laughed as she bolted upright, "But we were- I was just laying on them!"
He grinned as he realized Hermione wasn't bothering to even hold an arm over her breasts, she was more interested in simply looking around for their clothes, all of which seemed to have vanished. The only things left were their wands and the holsters that had arrived from Diagon Alley that morning, forearm-mounted for both of them.
I love Switching Spells. Hah... you'll find them on your bed, my love... after a bit more of a walk.
"Damn her, Harry... tell Lilith to bring them back!"
"Nah," he shrugged, "As you said, let the world see. We've got nothing to hide."
"You aren't the one dripping with cum!"
"Perhaps," Harry laughed, as he stood up, then reached down to flick a bit off the tip of his half-hard cock, "but you do look lovely like that. Come on, let's head back. Feeling better?"
She frowned, "You did it."
"I don't know what you're talking about," he replied innocently.
"Lies. Harry..." He didn't know what she was about to say, but narrowly dodged the semen she had wiped off her belly and flicked at him, "I'll get you for this later. When you least expect it. I swear I will."
"Looking forward to it."
Hermione rolled her eyes at his self-assured grin, "Come on, then. Let's get back. And to answer your question... yes, I feel a bit better, thank you. It was more the talk than the shag, for the record... but yes, I was feeling a bit pent up. Pansy is, too, you should shag her today if you've the time."
"Yeah... I feel as if I've been neglecting her a bit. I'll do my best."
"Good. It's a tangled life we lead, Mr. Potter... but at least you are decent at undoing knots."
"And knotting up your belly?"
Hermione snorted, "Don't push it."
"Yes, Mrs. Potter..."
She grinned, and spun, her arms wide out to the world in her nakedness beneath the beautiful blue sky, "Not soon enough, is it! Catch me if you can, future husband mine!"
Then she started to run, laughing, her beautiful body on full display, across the grass toward their home.