Unknown Prophecy (Ch. 74) (Patreon)

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Unknown Prophecy

Chapter 74

Emma left the shop with a little hop in her step and a brown paper bag cradled to her chest. Cheese, bread, and a surprisingly nice bottle of French wine clinked together inside, and she couldn’t help but smile. She’d lingered at the cheese counter, letting the handsome clerk slice her samples, and she had drawn approving glances from two of the women behind her as she stretched for a wedge of brie. These days, she was used to the attention, but it still gave her a fluttery thrill each time. The ritual Harry had performed on her hadn’t just enhanced her body … it had ramped up her self-assurance, and now she caught men and women checking her out everywhere she went. She’d never thought of herself as anything special, but the looks she got now were downright lustful. 

She slid into her sedan and buckled up. She couldn’t wait to get home and see Harry, but she also wanted to enjoy the new confidence he’d conjured for her. The world felt different now, and she did too. Her blouse was unbuttoned two buttons lower than she normally would have worn it, and the fabric was pulled tight across her chest. Her skirt was shorter than any she’d worn since undergrad, and she loved the way it clung to her hips and bared her legs. When she crossed the parking lot, a construction crew nearby let loose with a round of whistles and crude calls. Emma shot them a smirk over her shoulder, then got into her car and floored it, leaving a burst of laughter in her wake.

The whole drive home, Emma let herself bask in this new feeling. The engine’s gentle rumble made her breasts jiggle, and she couldn’t help but rub her thighs together. All she could feel was pure sexual desire for the man she was going home to … and that man definitely wasn’t her ex-husband. There was no guilt or self-doubt. There was only the thrill of being desired. She’d never understood Hermione’s obsession with Harry’s effect on women, but now she understood that it wasn’t just about his looks or his reputation. Harry made women feel alive, and now Emma was one of them.

She parked, gathered her stuff, and sauntered up the walk. The neighbor checked out her tits and ass as she walked by, but she was too eager to care. As she entered, she first noticed how quiet it was. She could hear faint gasping and moaning from upstairs, and Emma already knew where she’d find him. She placed the groceries on the counter, poured herself a glass of wine, and tried to slow her breathing. She was flushed and more than a little horny, and she didn’t want to waste another second. 

Emma walked up the stairs, feeling her body bounce with every step. She would never get tired of that. She reached Hermione’s door and stopped. The door was slightly open, and Emma leaned in close. Emma heard voices. She heard Hermione’s gasps and Harry’s low, teasing voice. Emma’s heart hammered in her chest. She pressed her palm to the wood, then peeked inside.

Harry was in bed, completely naked and as magnificent as always. They were both on their sides, and one of Harry’s arms was hooked under Hermione’s pale thigh, holding it up as he thrust into her from behind. Hermione’s face was twisted with pleasure. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were closed, and her mouth hung open in a whorish moan. Her hair was spread out across the pillow. Harry held her close as she let him take what he wanted. Their bodies moved together as though they had been doing this for years.

Emma was transfixed by the sight as Harry flipped Hermione onto her belly, grabbed her hips, and lifted her ass up while never leaving her pussy. Hermione whimpered and buried her face in the pillow, and her hands clutched at the sheets. The sight of Hermione’s bare ass and Harry’s cock sliding in and out of her pussy was very erotic. Emma licked her lips. She felt like a voyeur, but she didn’t care.

She stepped into the room, and the wood floor creaked under her weight. Hermione looked up with wide eyes, but she didn’t stop driving her pussy back on his cock. Instead, she reached out a hand and beckoned Emma forward. Harry grinned, never breaking his rhythm, and he nodded at her. “Hey, Emma,” he said. His voice was breathless but playful. “How was your day at work?” Hermione’s giggle turned into a moan, but she managed a wave.

“Long and boring,” Emma said as she kicked the door shut behind her. 

Emma set her glass down and began to undress. She made sure to do it slowly and really put on a show for him. She unbuttoned her blouse, one button at a time, and let it slip from her shoulders, revealing the black lace bra that barely contained her breasts. She kicked off her heels, then turned around, bending slightly as she unzipped her skirt. The fabric peeled away from her hips and pooled at her feet. She then slid her hands up her thighs, teasing herself, and she turned back to face the bed.

She could feel their eyes on her body, and it sent a thrill down her spine. She unclipped her bra, let it fall to the floor, and her big, perky breasts bounced free. She then hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slowly rolled them down her hips. She stepped out of them, and suddenly she was completely nude. She posed for a moment, enjoying the effect she had on him.

Harry watched her approach, and his eyes moved to her swinging breasts. He thrust into Hermione with renewed vigor, making her gasp and shudder. Emma climbed onto the bed, crawled between them, and pressed her lips to Hermione’s cheek. Hermione turned, and their mouths met in a soft, tender kiss. Emma felt Harry’s hand on her waist, guiding her closer, and she reached back and ran her fingers through his hair.

The three of them moved together as if they’d rehearsed this a thousand times. Emma kissed her deeply, then kissed Harry, and she tasted Hermione’s pussy on his lips. She felt unrestrained, free, and totally adored. She reached down, stroked Harry’s cock as he fucked Hermione, and marveled at the amount of slickness coating his shaft.

Harry rolled onto his back and pulled Hermione with him. Emma crawled over Hermione and settled beside Harry. Her naked breasts pressed against his arm. She kissed him, then nibbled on his ear. “Did you miss me?” she teasingly asked. Harry’s laugh rumbled in his chest. “Always,” he said, then reached for Emma’s ass and squeezed it, making her squeak.

Emma glanced at Hermione, who was flushed and panting. She leaned across and kissed Hermione again, this time letting their tongues intertwine. Hermione’s hands found Emma’s breasts, and she cupped them before teasing her nipples. Emma moaned, surprised at her own boldness, but she didn’t pull back. She wanted all of this. 

Harry’s hands roamed up and down both women’s bodies, exploring every curve. He guided Hermione’s hips, helping her grind against his cock, then reached for Emma and pulled her in for another kiss. Emma kissed him back, wrapped her arms around his neck, and let herself get lost in the moment.

She moved down Harry’s body, kissing her way across his chest and stomach. She paused at his hips, then glanced up to see Hermione watching her. With a smirk, Emma took Harry’s cock in her hand and wrapped her lips around the head. She tasted Hermione’s pussy juice, and she moaned with pleasure. Harry groaned and buried his hand in her hair, urging her on. Emma bobbed her head while holding her tongue flat against the underside of his shaft. 

Hermione leaned over and kissed Emma’s shoulder, and her hand stroked Emma’s bare back. Together, they pleasured Harry, bound by their mutual need and affection for him. Emma felt more alive than she ever had, and she never wanted this feeling to go away. 

Before Harry could finish in her mouth, he grabbed Emma by the waist and rolled her onto her back. Her hair fanned out across the sheets, and her thighs automatically parted for him. Her face was flushed with excitement, and she let out a surprised, eager gasp. Harry kissed her deeply, then broke away to guide Hermione over her. Hermione lay on top of Emma, and their breasts, stomachs, and hips pressed together until they lined up perfectly. 

Harry settled between their open legs and looked down at the joined curve of their bare cunts. Their pussies were already slick, puffy, and ready to be fucked. He gripped his cock, positioned the wide head between their swollen folds, and rocked forward, sandwiching himself between the two soft, slippery mounds. The sensation made all three of them moan at once. Harry began to thrust with slow, powerful strokes, grinding his cock between their pressed-together pussies. The fat head mashed their clits with every thrust, making both women tremble and shudder underneath him.

Emma’s hands clung to Hermione’s waist as she squeaked and mewled. Hermione bucked back against Harry’s hips, and her face was buried in Emma’s neck as she let out high-pitched squealing noises. Every time Harry’s head rammed their clits, Emma’s eyes fluttered, and her whole body tensed. Harry watched the way their breasts squashed and jiggled together with every thrust. He was obsessed with the sight and kept going, increasing the speed and force.

Hermione was the first to lose control. She started panting, then shrieked into Emma’s shoulder as her orgasm hit. Her thighs spasmed around Emma’s. Emma followed almost immediately. Her toes curled and her nails dug into Hermione’s back as she came hard on Harry’s cock. Their juices coated his shaft, making it glide even more smoothly between them. Harry kept sawing his hips and rutting between the two clits, and both women began to shake uncontrollably, gripped by a second wave of pleasure.

Harry pulled out from between them, and he pressed the swollen head of his cock against Emma’s entrance. Her pussy lips were parted, flushed, and shining with wetness. Harry then slid forward, pushing through the tight ring of her opening. Emma let out a long, deep moan that rose into a sharp gasp as his cock stretched her open. She felt small and delicate under him, and yet her cunt was strong and greedy as it clutched at his thickness. Harry grinned in delight as her walls squeezed and fluttered around his shaft. He pulled back until only the tip was inside her, loving the way her small, slick flaps clung to him. Harry then slammed forward again, burying himself to the hilt.

Emma’s head rolled back and her back arched off the bed. She wrapped her arms around Hermione’s shoulders and held her tight, and her legs wrapped around Harry’s waist. Every thrust sent a shockwave of pleasure through her body. She could feel the exact shape and size of Harry’s cock as it dragged along her sensitive inner walls, stroking her insides and scraping just right against her G-spot. He was thicker than her ex had ever been, and she took pleasure in being stretched by a man that wasn’t him. Her pussy milked the length of him with greedy, involuntary spasms.

As Harry fucked her, he slid the flat of his thumb along Hermione’s pale ass, tracing the curve of her cheek until he found her tight pink asshole. Hermione shivered and let out a whine that was muffled against Emma’s neck. Harry started to circle her rim with gentle, steady pressure, never breaking pace as he slammed into Emma. Hermione’s hips jerked at the unexpected sensation, and she bucked back onto his hand, desperate for more. Harry pressed harder, working his thumb in slow, patient circles. Soon, her asshole loosened for him, and he eased his thumb in, knuckle-deep. The reaction was immediate. Hermione’s pussy clenched and contracted, and she ground her clit against Emma’s silky smooth mound. 

As soon as the orgasm tore through Emma’s body, Harry withdrew from her. His cock was slick and shiny with her arousal, and she gasped at the sudden emptiness. Harry grabbed Hermione’s hips and slammed all the way into her. Hermione’s body pitched forward, and her face twisted in ecstasy. All three heard the loud squelch of her pussy sucking him in. Hermione’s pussy was already fluttering, and Harry’s cock slid in with zero resistance. It was wet, hot, and eager to be filled. She spasmed around him, making Harry moan. 

Emma writhed against the mattress. Her eyes were glazed, and she was breathing heavily. The ache inside her was already building again, so she reached down and found her clit. She rolled the little bed between her fingers, making her gasp and wiggle underneath Hermione. Harry’s thrusts into Hermione grew wilder and less controlled. He held her by her slim waist and plowed her from behind. Emma felt the bed shake from every hammering blow, and the sight of Hermione’s eyes rolling back only pushed her closer to another climax.

Hermione’s orgasm took her by surprise. She shrieked, her whole body convulsed, and she nearly bucked Harry off the bed as her pussy spasmed and sprayed all over his cock. Her pussy clamped tight around his cock, and her body violently shook against Emma’s. Hermione continued to squirt until Emma’s stomach was completely drenched. Harry groaned at the sensation of her fluttering pussy, and he let her ride out every bit of pleasure before slowly pulling out of her soaked cunt. When he slipped free, his cock was covered with streaks of Hermione’s white cream, and Emma stared at it in awe.

Before Hermione had even caught her breath, Emma spread her legs wide, offering up her still-wet pussy. “Please, Harry,” she gasped, sounding completely shameless. “Put it back in me. I need it.” Her voice was breathless and trembling with need. She didn’t care that her face was flushed or her hair a mess. She just wanted him inside her again.

As Hermione rolled off her, Harry lined up the head of his cock with her wet slit. He pressed forward, and Emma’s pussy parted for him with no resistance at all. Emma choked out a moan as her tight walls were stretched again. She clung to him as he began to fuck her, and she gasped loudly as he grabbed the back of her knees and folded her body. Each time he bottomed out, the thick head of his cock mashed against her cervix, and Emma loved the sweet pain and pleasure of it. She reached up, grabbed Harry by the hair, and yanked him down for a kiss.

Hermione crawled over and pressed her lips to Emma’s neck. She stroked Emma’s belly and breasts while Harry pounded her. “You’re so tight around him,” she said, staring down at Emma’s slutty pussy. “You must love the way he fills you up. You’re already creaming his cock.” Emma nodded desperately, unable to form words.

Harry’s thrusts grew faster and rougher. He bent Emma nearly in half with her knees to her chest as he jackhammered his cock inside her. Hermione looked over at her pussy, which was smearing his cock with her thick white cream. 

Emma felt her orgasm building, and her voice grew ragged and needy. “I’m gonna cum, Harry … EEP!” She barely finished the sentence before her body locked up, and a rolling wave of pleasure crashed through her. Her pussy spasmed and milked his cock, and she let out a long, shuddering cry.

Harry rode out her orgasm, then buried himself deep and finally let go. He grunted and came, pumping hot, thick jets of cum into Emma’s spasming cunt. Emma felt it fill her up, and she moaned at the sticky warmth of it flooding her insides. Harry thrust a few more times, then collapsed on top of her, both of them gasping for breath.

Hermione cuddled up beside them and wrapped her arms around Harry. He was the only thing she cared about. 

Unknown Prophecy

Ginny lay across her bed, idly flipping through the glossy pages of Witch Weekly. She’d spent most of the morning lazing about her room, pretending to read, but her mind kept wandering back to the cover story. Harry’s face stretched across a full page, looking as sexy as ever. Ginny’s heart beat faster every time she looked at him, and it was impossible not to imagine his green eyes looking right at her. She tried to ignore the prickling heat that crept up her neck and the way her nipples insistently pressed against her thin cotton shirt. The longer she stared at the magazine, the more her whole body tingled with a stubborn, restless need.

She flipped back to the article and scanned the words, but they meant nothing. Instead, her eyes were drawn to the photograph. Harry was holding the new Firebolt broom, looking very dashing. The image would occasionally wink at her, making her belly flutter. Her thoughts drifted to the last time he’d actually visited the Burrow, and she thought about all the naughty things he had done to her. Unfortunately, he hadn’t visited in months, and Ginny was growing very impatient. 

By the time she’d finished reading the interview, Ginny was squirming on her bed while rubbing her thighs together. Her panties were damp and uncomfortable, so she glanced at her bedroom door, making sure it was securely closed and locked. Ginny closed the magazine, then tugged off her shorts and tossed them to the floor. She peeled down her panties, wincing at how soaked the crotch had gotten, and she shimmied them off one ankle and flicked them into the corner of her room. Within seconds, her whole room smelled of wet pussy. It would be so easy to just rub herself off to Harry’s picture. She’d done it many times over the last few days, but it never left her satisfied for long. The need and desire she felt was too strong. 

Ginny stretched out flat on her back and clutched the magazine in both hands. She stared at the photograph, studying Harry’s handsome face. She felt the burning heat radiating through her entire body. She imagined crawling into Harry’s lap, straddling him on the old sofa in the sitting room, and riding his cock like there was no tomorrow. The fantasy was almost enough to make her cum, but not quite. Ginny huffed in frustration and tossed the magazine aside. She then rolled off the bed and scampered over to her desk, not caring that her T-shirt didn’t cover her bald pussy or naked ass. She sat down, grabbed a quill, and yanked a scrap of parchment from the crowded top drawer.

She hesitated and chewed the end of her quill while she tried to decide what to say. She could just ask Harry to visit, but that seemed so immature. She wanted him to know she was thinking about him, and why she wanted him to come over. The first attempt at a letter was too formal, so she crumpled it up and started again. This time, the words spilled out easily. “Hey Harry, I was wondering if you could come over tonight? I can’t stop thinking about you. I want you here, right now. Please, just come over. Love, Ginny.” She read it twice, then nodded, satisfied with her own boldness. Just to make sure she got her point across, she spritzed a little bit of her best perfume on the letter. She really hoped this worked. 

Unknown Prophecy

Ginny fidgeted on her bed, checking the clock above her dresser every few minutes. The hands seemed to move slower and slower as the sky outside deepened from purple to black. The house had gone quiet, and everyone was asleep except her. Ginny’s heart thudded in her chest as she listened for any sign of Harry’s arrival. For a while, she lay back and stared at the cracks in her ceiling, trying not to get her hopes up. Maybe he hadn’t even gotten her letter. Maybe he was too busy. Or worse, maybe he’d already gotten bored of her, and all the things she’d done to grab his attention had been hopeless. Ginny’s chest tightened at the thought, and she squeezed her pillow and tried to push all that away.

She was just about to give up and fall into a restless sleep when a tapping sound broke the silence. It wasn’t at the front door or her bedroom door, but at her window, and Ginny bolted upright so fast her head spun. She hurried across the creaky floor, fumbled to unlock the old warped latch, and swung the glass outward. A dark silhouette floated just outside her window on a broomstick. He looked like the world’s sexiest outlaw, and his hair was even messier than usual. Ginny’s heart skipped, and she had to bite down on her own tongue to keep from squealing like a total fangirl.

She pressed her body against the windowsill, and she shivered a little from the cool night air. “You actually came,” she whispered, hoping the sound wouldn’t carry down the hall.

“Did you doubt me?” Harry’s voice sounded deeper than the last time she’d heard it, and it sent a tingle up her spine. He swung a leg over the sill, then ducked inside with a grace that made her knees wobble. He reached out and pulled her in for a tight hug, and Ginny felt herself melt against him.

“I thought you might be, you know, busy with saving the world and everything,” she said into his chest. She was trying to sound playful, but the words came out faint and vulnerable.

Harry grinned as his hands lingered on her lower back. “As much as I enjoy saving the world, tonight, I’m all yours.” His green eyes moved up and down her body, and Ginny remembered what she was wearing. She wore a midriff-baring t-shirt and a very small pair of shorts. The shirt left most of her toned belly exposed, and the shorts barely covered her perky ass. She’d worn them for exactly this occasion, but the way Harry stared made her shiver.

He ran a thumb along her bare waist, nearly making Ginny cum on the spot. “Did you wear this just for me?” he teased.

Ginny suddenly felt shy. “Maybe.”

He reached for the hem of her shirt, and Ginny instinctively raised her arms above her head, letting him peel it off. Her breasts bounced free, and her nipples were hard and perky from the night chill. She would have covered herself, but Harry was already cupping her left breast. His thumb grazed over the tip until she gasped. “No bra?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

“I didn’t think I’d need one,” Ginny said. Her blush crept from her cheeks down to her collarbone.

Harry bent down and kissed her nipple, and Ginny whimpered and threaded her hands in his hair, tugging him closer. He licked and sucked until her knees threatened to buckle, then slipped a hand down her stomach and under the front of her shorts. She squealed and nearly doubled over as his fingers found her soaked slit. “No panties, either?” Harry asked. His tone was both teasing and approving. 

“I wanted to be ready for you,” she moaned. Ginny squirmed as his fingers circled her clit and then dipped between her taut, hairless folds. Her pussy tightened around his fingers as every muscle strained for more.

He teased her for a minute and ratcheted up her pleasure before pulling away just as she neared the edge. Ginny growled in frustration, but Harry only laughed, kissed her open-mouthed, and lifted her up by her ass. He carried her to the bed as if she weighed nothing at all, and the whole time, his lips never left hers. He dropped her onto the mattress, then yanked off his own t-shirt with one hand. Ginny gawked at his body. His chest and arms seemed thicker than she remembered, and every muscle was visible in the moonlight. She wanted him. There was no doubt about that. She wanted him inside her that very second.

He knelt between her legs and pulled her shorts off with a single jerk. Ginny spread her knees, offering her nude pussy to him, and Harry spent a moment just looking at her womanly slit. “You have a beautiful pussy,” he teased. It made Ginny’s cheeks burn, and she covered her face with her hands.

Her pussy was completely hairless, and she liked it that way. She kept it smooth for him, not just out of habit but as proof of her devotion. Her pussy lips were plump, glossy, and pink with arousal, and the swollen lips framed a small, perfect slit that glistened wetly and seemed to wink open and closed as if calling out to him. A drop of clear fluid slowly welled up at the top of her slit and clung for a moment before sliding down between her lips and disappearing. Even her clit was hard and swollen, and it peeked out from its little hood. Her pussy was messy, shameless, and eager for attention, and she loved to show it off to Harry. More than once, Harry had expressed how sexy he thought her pussy was, and Ginny had taken his words to heart. Quite often, she would spread her legs in front of a mirror and examine her body. She had grown to love the way her small inner lips barely peeked out, the way her entrance seemed so tight and narrow, and the way she could feel herself flutter and squeeze around her fingers whenever she touched herself to Harry’s picture. Ginny was now very proud of her sexy pussy, and she was eager to display it to him every chance she got. 

Harry kissed his way down her stomach, nipped softly at her hip, and then buried his face between her thighs. Ginny had to clap a hand over her mouth to keep from waking the whole house with her scream. His tongue was hot and skilled, and he made quick work of her. His tongue flicked at her clit and lapped at her slit until she was writhing and breathless. He paused to suck at her clit, further driving her mad with pleasure, and he only stopped when Ginny convulsed beneath him in a near-silent, full-body orgasm. Her body shook, and her legs clamped around his head. Harry peppered her mound and clit with kisses until the orgasm faded into an intense tingle. 

Before she could recover, Harry crawled up and kissed her again, letting her taste herself on his lips. She reached between them and fumbled at his jeans. Her hands shook as they worked the button and zipper. Harry grinned at her impatience and helped her. He shoved the jeans down, then kicked them off the end of the bed. His cock bounced up, and it was already thick and hard. Ginny blushed at the hungry way he looked at her. She knew that it was going to be a long, pleasurable night, and she was perfectly okay with that.