Breeding Season (Ch. 3) (Patreon)

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Breeding Season

Chapter 3

Hermione had never seen anything so obscene, or so sexy, as the sight of Harry spreading Ginny’s bare ass wide with both hands. She watched, utterly transfixed, as Ginny’s glistening pink slit and the delicate, crinkled ring of her asshole were put on shameless display. Ginny’s hips trembled, and she arched her back, tilting herself upward for Harry. The pale skin of Ginny’s ass was flawless. Harry admired this for a moment, then leaned in and ran his tongue along the inside curve of Ginny’s right cheek.

Ginny gasped and buried her face in the mattress, and her whole body quivered from the naughty sensation. Hermione’s breath caught in her throat. She had only meant to steady Ginny, but her hand was now pressed high on the inside of Ginny’s thigh, and she realized her palm was slick with an unmistakable wetness. For a moment, Hermione just stared at her own hand, amazed and a little scandalized, but she was also flattered and turned on by the effect they were having on Ginny.

Harry’s tongue trailed lower, moving from Ginny’s ass cheek to the sensitive skin right above her fluttering, twitching hole. He took his time, teasing her body. Then he flicked the tip of his tongue directly across her asshole. Ginny squeaked, startled by the naughty pleasure. Her knees buckled, and she nearly collapsed, but Hermione caught her around the waist and steadied her. Ginny’s face was buried so deeply into the bedding that her embarrassed moans were muffled, but her body language made it clear that she was loving every second.

“Does it feel good?” Hermione asked in a shaky voice. Even as she spoke, she saw Harry glance up at her with his eyes full of mischief and amusement.

“It feels amazing,” Ginny gasped, managing to lift her head just enough to speak. She gripped the sheets and whimpered again as Harry licked her in a long, slow pass of his tongue. He ended it with a gentle kiss right on her twitching hole.

Hermione felt herself flush from her chest all the way up to her face. She had always assumed that sort of thing was dirty, but the look on Ginny’s face and the noises she made suggested otherwise. More than anything, Hermione wanted to understand how it felt. She slipped her hand higher up Ginny’s thigh, marveling at how warm and soft she was. Ginny’s skin was impossibly smooth, and the closer Hermione got to her mound, the more Ginny’s thighs trembled with anticipation.

Harry let go of Ginny’s ass for just a second and gently spread her lower lips apart with his thumbs, exposing the glossy pink folds of her cunt. Even though she was already exposed, this new position left Ginny’s entire pussy and asshole completely bared, as well as the delicate, throbbing bead of her clit, which stood out proudly against her pale skin. From so close, Hermione could see the way Ginny’s pussy absolutely glistened with arousal, and she realized that it was Ginny’s juices that were coating her own hand.

Harry glanced up at Hermione with a devilish grin. “You should try,” he said, motioning for her to come closer. “She tastes amazing.”

Hermione stared at him, blushing harder than she ever had. Then she glanced down at her own hand. Her fingers were shiny with Ginny’s juices, and she wondered what it would be like to taste her best friend. Hermione’s heart hammered in her chest, but she found herself nodding. She brought her fingers to her lips and hesitated before darting her tongue out and tasting the salty-sweet slickness.

Ginny turned her head to watch her, and her eyes were wide and wild with excitement. Hermione’s face went even redder, but she didn’t stop. She licked her fingers clean. The boldness of her own actions made her pussy tingle pleasantly. Harry’s eyes darkened with hunger, and Ginny let out a moan so desperate that it made Hermione’s toes curl.

“That was so hot,” Ginny managed, and Hermione shyly smiled at the compliment. Her entire body was buzzing with adrenaline and arousal.

Ginny’s entire body tensed as Harry suddenly nudged the head of his cock against her soaked entrance. Hermione, who had never watched anyone have sex … especially up close and personal, was absolutely stunned. She found herself kneeling at Ginny’s side, mesmerized by the way Ginny’s hips twitched and her back arched. Harry took it slow, guiding his thick shaft with one hand while steadying Ginny’s quivering ass with the other. He pressed forward, and the tip split Ginny’s lips, sending a shudder through her entire body.

Hermione couldn’t look away from the sight. Ginny’s pussy lips were stretched wide around Harry’s head, and each tiny movement made them open further, exposing even more of the flushed pink inside. The contrast between Harry’s cock and Ginny’s pale skin was startling, and Hermione felt a strange sense of jealousy as Ginny was slowly impaled. Ginny clutched the sheets in her fists and buried her face in the bedding, moaning through clenched teeth as Harry sank deeper with each careful thrust.

Hermione could see every detail. Ginny’s clit swelled and glistened as her hole swallowed Harry inch by inch, and her juices steadily trickled down her thighs. Ginny’s whole body shook, but she pushed her hips back, eager and desperate to take more. Her breath came in short gasps, and she whimpered helplessly as Harry bottomed out and pressed his groin flush to her jiggly ass.

“Oh, god, Harry …” Ginny’s ragged voice was muffled by the mattress. 

Harry grinned, and his own face was flushed from the effort. “You feel so good, Ginny,” he said, and he thrust forward, making Ginny’s whole body jerk. “Your little pussy is perfect.”

Hermione’s heart pounded in her chest. She had never seen Ginny so vulnerable or so turned on. The desperate, whimpering noises Ginny produced made Hermione’s own pussy throb in sympathy. She felt like she was intruding on something private and sacred, but she also wanted to be part of it. Without thinking, she slid her hand down Ginny’s thigh and stroked just above where Harry’s cock was buried inside her.

Her fingertips brushed against Harry’s shaft, and she marveled at how hot and hard he was. The way Ginny’s lips clung to him was amazing to see. It was like they didn’t want to let him go. When Harry pulled back, his cock was glossy with wetness, and Hermione was enraptured by the sight of it. She circled her fingers lightly around Ginny’s clit, making her friend buck and squeal. Hermione’s own thighs squeezed together as her cunt throbbed with need.

Ginny looked back at Hermione. Her face was red, and her eyes were glazed with lust. “Don’t stop,” Ginny whimpered, and she reached for Hermione’s hand, guiding it to the exact spot on her clit that made her shudder.

Hermione obeyed and started rubbing it in slow circles, and Ginny’s pussy clenched around Harry, making him groan. Hermione was fascinated by the way Ginny’s body responded, by the rippling contraction of her walls, and the way her whole body trembled. She felt Ginny’s wetness coating her fingers, and on impulse, she leaned down and kissed Ginny’s round butt cheek. Ginny moaned louder at that, and her hips lifted up and jerked back to meet Harry’s thrusts.

Harry watched the two of them with excitement. He ran a hand through Hermione’s hair, then pulled her into a kiss, tasting Ginny’s flavor on her lips. Hermione melted into the kiss, and was barely able to breathe from the intensity.

When she broke away, she admired the way Harry’s cock gleamed with Ginny’s juices, and she couldn’t help herself. She reached between them and wrapped her hand around the base, feeling the heat and slickness. Ginny whimpered as Hermione’s fingers brushed the sensitive rim of her opening every time Harry pushed in.

“You’re such a naughty girl,” Harry groaned, and Hermione smiled shyly, thrilled by his praise.

She shifted closer and rested her cheek on Ginny’s lower back while her fingers still moved in gentle circles over Ginny’s clit. Harry’s thrusts got faster, and Ginny’s moans grew louder. Hermione held Ginny steady, anchoring her as the pleasure built rapidly.

“Can I taste you?” Hermione asked suddenly. The words slipped out before she could think to stop them.

Ginny nodded frantically as her breath came out in desperate gasps. “Yes, please, I want you to.”

Hermione waited until Harry drew back just slightly, then leaned in and pressed her tongue to Ginny’s pussy, right where the swollen lips parted around Harry’s cock. The sensation was dizzying. Hermione could feel Ginny trembling, taste her juices, and smell her arousal all at once. Harry paused, groaning at the sight of Hermione’s tongue lapping on Ginny’s cunt, and he stroked Hermione’s hair encouragingly.

Ginny’s cries became frantic as Hermione licked and teased her clit. Hermione could feel Harry’s cock moving inside Ginny with every thrust, and she dragged her tongue along the exposed shaft as well.

As Ginny got closer to the edge, her hips bucked uncontrollably, and Hermione had to hold her tight to keep her in place. Harry placed the pad of his thumb against her asshole and rubbed, and Ginny came instantly. Her pussy clamped down and pulsed around Harry’s cock in a series of wet spasms. Hermione tasted the sudden gush of juices, and she moaned along with Ginny. She was so turned on that her own pussy clenched right along with Ginny’s.

Harry kept thrusting through Ginny’s orgasm, and Hermione kept licking, determined to prolong her pleasure. Ginny trembled violently as her whole body was wracked with pleasure. Harry’s thrusts became erratic, and Hermione knew he was close.

Hermione wanted to see all of it. She pulled back just enough to watch Harry’s cock slide in and out of Ginny’s trembling pussy. Then she looked up at Harry. Her lips and chin were wet with a healthy slathering of Ginny’s drippings. 

“Can I taste you, too?” she asked while her pussy continued to throb needily. 

Harry looked at her, surprised by her boldness. “Of course you can,” he told her. Harry pulled out of Ginny’s cumming pussy with a wet schlick. He presented his cock to Hermione.

Hermione leaned in and pressed her lips to the head of Harry’s cock, which was still slick from being inside Ginny. She licked the tip, tasted Ginny’s pussy, and shivered with excitement at the raw intimacy. Ginny watched over her shoulder. Her eyes were wide, and her lips were parted as Hermione wrapped her lips around the head and sucked gently.

Harry groaned and thrust forward, and Ginny gasped as he stretched her open again, sending bolts of pleasure through her body. Harry then pulled out with his cock dripping with a fresh coating of her juices. Hermione took him back into her mouth and bobbed her head, alternating between sucking Harry and licking Ginny’s clit, and the two of them responded with a chorus of desperate moans.

Hermione’s own body was on fire. She ached to be touched, but she wanted to give Ginny and Harry everything first. The taste, the smell, the heat, and the sounds all blended together until her head was spinning. When Harry finally pulled out, Ginny’s pussy was gaping and glistening, and Hermione didn’t hesitate. She buried her face there and licked up every drop of Ginny’s pussy juice. 

Harry watched as Ginny collapsed into the bedding, shaking and breathless. “Now it’s your turn,” Harry said, and he reached for Hermione, pulling her up and over Ginny’s limp, trembling body.

Hermione was so caught up in the aftermath of Ginny’s orgasm that she didn’t even process what was happening until Harry lifted her up by the waist and draped her directly over Ginny’s sprawled body. She squeaked as she landed, face-to-face with Ginny. Their bodies were perfectly lined up. Ginny’s arms came up around her shoulders instantly, and their tits pressed together. She could feel Ginny’s heartbeat fluttering beneath her chest.

Harry’s hands were strong and sure as they gripped Hermione’s hips, and he shifted her weight until her bare ass was raised high. It left her utterly exposed and vulnerable, and she felt a shiver run through her. Harry ran his palms up and down her sides before spreading her cheeks wide. Ginny’s hands roamed too. She stroked Hermione’s back, then cradled the back of her head and pulled her down until their foreheads touched. Their breath mingled through their frantic gasps.

“Are you ready?” Harry asked.

Not trusting her voice enough to speak, she nodded, and Ginny spoke into her ear. “He’s amazing, Hermione. It’ll be so good, I promise.” The encouragement helped, and Hermione tried to relax as Harry set his cock between her legs. He pressed the fat head against her folds and slid it back and forth in her wetness, spreading it over every inch. The suspense was agonizing, and Hermione whimpered into Ginny’s shoulder as her hips twitched with need.

Harry angled his hips and pushed forward. The tip caught at her entrance, and Hermione sucked in a deep breath. The pressure was massive, and she could feel herself stretching around him. Every nerve in her body lit up. The thick, hot length of his cock slid inside, and Hermione’s breath hitched with each centimeter that disappeared between her legs. She clung to Ginny as Harry bottomed out. After what felt like forever, his hips pressed hard against her ass.

It hurt, but not as much as she’d feared. Instead, the fullness overwhelmed every other sensation in her body, and the little pain was buried beneath waves of pleasure. Hermione gasped, exhaled, and then moaned into Ginny’s lips as their mouths found each other in an awkward, desperate kiss. Ginny stroked her cheek and whispered praises and encouragements, making Hermione shudder under their combined attention.

Harry started to move. Each thrust was slow, giving her time to adjust, and Hermione’s head spun as the pleasure grew. Her pussy squeezed around him, dragging over every ridge, and she was shocked at how good it felt to be filled by something so hot and thick. Ginny was kissing and holding her, and her gentle hands rubbed over Hermione’s back, soothing her as the pleasure took over.

“Hermione … your pussy feels amazing,” Harry groaned from behind, and his fingers dug into Hermione’s hips, pulling her back to meet each thrust. His balls slapped against her clit, adding a delicious little burst of pleasure to every penetrative thrust, and Hermione started to rock in time with him, wanting more.

Ginny watched her with a dreamy smile, and Hermione could feel the heat of her friend’s cunt against her own thigh. Every movement made Ginny shiver, and she ground her hips up against Hermione, getting off on the friction. Hermione reached down between them, found Ginny’s clit, and started stroking it as Harry fucked her from behind. Ginny’s hips bucked, and she moaned Hermione’s name while the three of them moved together in a perfect rhythm. 

Harry’s thrusts grew faster, and Hermione found herself losing control and letting the pleasure sweep her away. She moaned and begged, and Harry responded by fucking her even harder, slamming into her ass with every stroke. Ginny’s nails gently raked down Hermione’s back, and she kissed her over and over while telling her how sexy she was, and how good she looked being fucked like this.

Hermione could feel her own orgasm building. It was like a pressure at the very base of her spine. Harry’s cock was relentless now, and Ginny’s clit was swollen under her fingers. When she finally came, it was like an explosion behind her eyes, and she screamed into Ginny’s mouth as her pussy clenched down hard on Harry, milking him for everything he had.

Harry groaned and kept going, pounding through her climax, and Hermione thought she might pass out from how intense it was. Ginny came at almost the same time, shuddering and squealing under Hermione’s body.

Harry didn’t stop. He held her in place and kept fucking her, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure out of her body. And Hermione let him, because it felt too good to do anything else. She collapsed against Ginny, trembling and exhausted, but Harry just held her up with his own strength, keeping her pinned while he used her.

Hermione had never felt anything like it. She’d expected to feel shy or awkward, but all she felt was alive. She glanced down at Ginny, who was smiling up at her, and she bent her head to taste her sweet lips.

Harry was close now. Hermione could feel the way his cock twitched inside her, and she could hear the way his breathing turned ragged. She squeezed her pussy around him, wanting to push him over the edge, and Harry groaned before driving in deep and holding it there.

As soon as Harry came, Hermione felt his cock pulse deep inside her, and the thick warmth of his cum surged through her like a lightning strike. She threw her head back with her mouth open in a silent scream, and her entire body seized up in a cataclysmic orgasm like nothing she had ever known. Her whole world went white. Her vision blurred, and her ears rang with a high-pitched, keening noise that she only later realized was coming from her own throat. But her body didn’t stop there. Her pussy clamped down like a vice and milked every last drop from Harry. The spasms kept coming in waves, and each one was more intense than the last.

Hermione’s hands scrabbled uselessly at the bedding, desperate for anything to hold onto. Instead, she squeezed onto Ginny’s shoulders with a crushing grip as she bucked uncontrollably atop her friend. Ginny yelped, but the sound was lost under the slap of skin and the wet squelch of Hermione’s orgasm. Suddenly, her pussy juice was everywhere. It wet her thighs, coated Harry’s cock, and gushed down her legs, soaking Ginny’s skin. In fact, Ginny’s entire chest and stomach were quickly dowsed, and the puddle beneath them grew as Hermione’s body continued to tremble and jerk. The force of the climax made her hips jerk backward into Harry, shoving his cock even deeper and drawing a grunt from him as he stayed buried in her convulsing pussy.

Hermione cried out Ginny’s name, hoping her friend could do something to temper the overpowering pleasure that relentlessly crashed throughout her body. Then, she lost the power of speech entirely. Her eyes squeezed shut, and she could only feel Harry’s hands gripping her waist, Ginny’s lips pressed against her collarbone, and the delirious, uncontrollable pleasure that threatened to obliterate her. For a moment, she had no sense of self. She was reduced to raw sensations.

Harry groaned as her pussy rippled and clenched around him, milking out every last spurt of his cum. The power of his own orgasm made his arms shake, but he held tight to Hermione’s hips, guiding her through the chaos of her climax. Hermione’s thighs shivered and then collapsed. Her body was finally spent. She lay shuddering and limp on top of Ginny, utterly destroyed by the intensity of her release.

Beneath it all, Ginny was wide-eyed and gasping, not just from being crushed but from the intoxicating rush of having her best friend’s juices drench her. Ginny’s own pussy was still twitching and sensitive. She slid her arms around Hermione’s shoulders and held her, letting her ride out every last spasm and quiver.

Hermione was completely overwhelmed, and she shuddered and moaned again as Harry’s cock slipped free of her. A gush of her juices and his cum immediately followed, trickling down and pooling between Ginny’s thighs.

The moment Harry pulled free, Ginny’s head whipped around as she caught the thick, heady scent of his cum. She looked feral. Her lips parted, and her eyes glazed with desire, as if nothing else in the world existed except for the lingering, forbidden flavor in the air. Hermione watched, flabbergasted, as Ginny slid out from under her with a single-minded focus.

Ginny practically threw herself toward Harry. Harry didn’t even have time to sit up before Ginny had flattened him to the bed, spread his legs, and crawled between them. Hermione watched as Ginny reached for Harry’s cock. The shaft was still dripping with his cum and Hermione’s own juices. Ginny cupped it reverently and pressed her face directly to his pelvis. She inhaled the scent deeply, and her entire body shuddered with pleasure.

Even Harry seemed caught off-guard by the force of her lust. Ginny’s nostrils flared, and she moaned like she was starved for this. Without any preamble, she took the fat head of his cock into her mouth and immediately sucked hard while swirling her tongue around the crown. Hermione saw Ginny’s cheeks hollow with the strength of her suction. She heard the wet, obscene sounds as Ginny slurped and suckled, greedily collecting every last trace of cum as if she couldn’t bear to let any of it go to waste.

The effect on Ginny was instant and overwhelming. Just the taste of Harry on her tongue seemed to ignite something deep and animalistic inside her. Her hips jerked in response, her back arched, and her thighs trembled. Ginny barely managed to keep herself upright as she bobbed her head up and down, alternating between devouring Harry’s cock and kissing and licking every inch of his shaft, as if worshipping him with her mouth.

Hermione saw Ginny’s hands grip Harry’s thighs as her control was slipping away with every passing second. The moans that escaped her throat were muffled by Harry’s cock, but they somehow resonated through the whole bed.

Harry, for his part, had surrendered completely. His hands were fisted in the sheets on either side of Ginny’s head, and his face was twisted in pleasure as Ginny worked him over with a single-minded ferocity. He just lay back, arched his hips into her mouth, and let her take control.

And then, as Ginny sucked down a particularly thick glob of cum, her entire body contracted. Her legs snapped together, and her hips trembled with the force of her orgasm. Hermione watched as Ginny’s pussy convulsed, and the glistening, swollen lips quivered. Suddenly, jets of pussy juice began to shoot from her opening in rhythmic pulses. At first, the spray was a fine mist, but it quickly escalated into full, arching streams that splattered all over the bed, the walls, and even the floor. 

Ginny didn’t stop sucking for a single second. If anything, her efforts grew more frantic. Her whole body seemed to be torn between the urge to keep swallowing Harry’s cum and wanting to give in to the overwhelming spasms of her own orgasm. She rolled onto her side, taking Harry’s cock with her, and curled up as the next wave hit her. Her thighs slammed shut, and her heels dug into the mattress. Ginny’s moans became choked as she rode out the relentless waves of pleasure. 

Hermione had never seen anything like it. The intensity of it was almost frightening. Ginny didn’t just cum … she was completely overtaken and helpless to resist the flood of pleasure that crashed through her. Her face was flushed and glimmering with sweat. Even as she whimpered and writhed, Ginny kept Harry’s cock locked in her mouth, sucking and milking him for more, desperate for every last drop.

The wet spot beneath Ginny expanded rapidly, soaked through the sheets, and left a glistening pool that spread from between her thighs. Her pussy continued to flutter and squirt, spattering the bedding, the headboard, and even the wall behind them.

Finally, Ginny’s muscles gave out, and she collapsed, still clutching Harry’s cock in her fist like she owned it. She panted for breath, and her perky tits jiggled as her chest heaved. She blinked up at Hermione through a curtain of sweat-soaked hair. Ginny looked shell-shocked and dazed by the force of her own climax, but there was a proud, satisfied grin on her lips.

Hermione hovered at the edge of the bed, breathless and stunned by the spectacle. She wasn’t sure if she should reach out and comfort her friend, or just watch in awe as Ginny slowly gathered herself. At last, Ginny let go of Harry and rolled onto her back. 

Hermione stared at her, utterly captivated by the way Ginny’s body glistened in the low light, the way her naked breasts rose and fell with shallow, rapid breaths, and the way her thighs still quivered from the orgasm. Hermione had never seen anyone surrender so completely to pleasure.

She looked at Harry, who was just as tired. His chest rose and fell as he stared up at the ceiling with a happy expression. Hermione felt a surge of affection for both of them, and a strange excitement at what she’d just witnessed. Hermione had had her own mind-bending orgasm, so she knew exactly how Ginny felt. She reached down, took Ginny’s hand, and squeezed it gently.

Ginny turned her head to look at Hermione. Her eyes were wide and shining. “I’ve never … never felt anything like that,” she confessed through her heavy breathing. 

Hermione smiled in amazement, unable to find words. All she knew was that Luna was right. Harry was something special, and she would do anything to keep him as her lover going forward.