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Unknown Prophecy

Chapter 75

It was early morning, and the sun had not yet managed to peek above the hills that ringed the Burrow. Inside, the house was as blissfully silent. Molly bustled down the landing, already thinking about what she’d make for breakfast. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, then paused. She heard something.

It was almost like a cat’s mewl from behind the closed door, but it grew louder and more insistent as she crept closer. It was coming from Ginny’s room. Molly frowned. There was a throaty, breathless quality to the sound, and it was joined by the unmistakable rustle of bedsheets and the rhythmic thump of bare skin hitting bare skin.

She hesitated outside the door, clutching her robe tight at the waist. Even so, her big tits were spilling out of the top. She should leave, she told herself. She was training Ginny to be as ruthless as she was, and it wouldn’t be right to barge in on her private time. She should go downstairs, start the tea, and pretend she’d heard nothing. But the curious part of her couldn’t help it. She reached for the handle and quietly eased the door open.

The scent hit her first. It was the powerful, unmistakable smell of sex. It was heavy and thick enough to make her eyes water. She froze and nearly retreated, but instead she pressed her lips tightly together and peered in through the gap.

Ginny’s bed was a complete mess. The covers were tangled and hanging halfway off the bed, but the two bodies in the center of the mattress were the true spectacle. Harry and Ginny were naked and entwined in a way that had her pussy tingling. Ginny’s hair was matted to her brow with sweat, and Harry’s back was just as sweaty. Then she saw the way Ginny’s legs were folded up in a classic breeding position. Her hips were lifted, her ass was high in the air, and her cunt was fully exposed to the room.

Harry’s cock was buried inside her, and Molly had never seen anything so obscene in her life. Ginny’s pussy was stretched so wide around the girth of Harry’s cock that her pink inner lips had peeled back, forming a tight, shiny ring of flesh that clung to him as if unwilling to let go. Each time Harry pulled back, the shaft of his cock emerged streaked with creamy white girl cum. The fat head would drag through Ginny’s folds and leave a pale, creamy residue behind. It was a clear sign that Ginny was very worked up. With every thrust, it disappeared again past Ginny’s puffy, parted lips. Sometimes, when he thrust all the way in, Ginny’s pussy would squeeze so tight that a sticky ring of her own cream formed at the base, like a crown around his cock. Strings of thick pussy juice connected them before snapping and flicking droplets onto the stained sheets below.

Molly watched as Harry drove into her with a force that made the bed rock, but Ginny’s face betrayed nothing but ecstasy. Her mouth fell open with every thrust, and her cries grew louder and more desperate with each thrust. She reached back to grab fistfuls of the sheet while her eyes rolled back in her head. 

The sounds were filthy. Wet, obscene squelches and slurps filled the room, and each one was timed with the urgent thrusts of Harry’s hips. The slap of Harry’s bloated balls hitting Ginny’s puckered asshole kept rhythm with the squelch of her pussy. It wasn’t like any sort of polite love-making. It was wild and messy, and as Molly shifted her position in the doorway, she couldn’t help but stare at the way Ginny’s pussy swallowed Harry’s cock over and over, leaving trails of slick fluid that smeared down her thighs and onto the mattress. The inner lips stretched outward and clung to Harry’s shaft with every withdrawal. Sometimes, when Harry slowed down, he would pull out almost all the way, and Ginny’s cunt would gape open after him. Her lips still twitched and fluttered as if searching for him. Her pussy was swollen and flushed, and the scent was overpowering. It was a heady mixture of sweat and Ginny’s musky arousal that seemed to grow thicker each second. It was so strong that Molly could taste it at the back of her throat.

Molly couldn’t look away, not even when Ginny cried out a warning. “Harry, I’m going to cum, I’m …” Suddenly, her body bucked wildly. Harry kept her body pinned, and he kept pounding with unrelenting thrusts. Ginny’s orgasm hit her so hard that her pussy gushed juices all over Harry’s cock and balls. A fresh wave of white cream smeared Harry’s cock and leaked down her ass. Harry growled and doubled his pace, making Ginny cry his name into the pillow.

Harry held her tight, and Ginny’s body went slack as he kept fucking her through the aftermath of her orgasm. When Molly thought it couldn’t get any more depraved, Harry leaned forward, pressed his mouth to the side of Ginny’s throat, and began to fuck her even harder. Ginny whimpered something Molly couldn’t hear, and Harry answered with a deep, powerful thrust that made her toes curl.

Then, just as Ginny began to moan again, Harry reached down, grabbed the base of his cock, and pulled out with a wet pop that sent shivers up Molly’s spine. The shaft came out glistening and streaked with white cream. He slapped the head of his cock against Ginny’s swollen pussy, smearing the mess of her cum around her entrance. Harry then began to teasingly tickle her asshole with the tip of his cock. 

Ginny gasped and wiggled her hips. “You want it in here?” Harry teased in a husky voice. Ginny whimpered and nodded. Her sweaty face looked half-crazed with lust. 

Harry flipped her over onto her belly and lifted her ass up by her hips. He then pressed the tip against Ginny’s tight little asshole. Molly could see the way it puckered and resisted before giving way and stretching around the thick head. Ginny squealed as her fists clutched the pillow, and Harry grinned, using tiny thrusts to force himself deeper with each push.

Molly felt a wave of heat between her legs. She realized that fat drops of arousal were dripping down her inner thighs, adding to the wet pussy smell in the room. 

Harry gripped Ginny’s hips and began to fuck her ass. Each time he bottomed out, Ginny’s pussy clenched, dripped, and leaked onto the sheets, and her asshole would stretch and then snap back with every withdrawal. Ginny’s pale ass rocked back and forth against Harry’s pelvis, and the way she looked over her shoulder at him with her face twisted in pleasure made it clear this was something they had done before. Leftover white pussy cream dripped around the base of his cock and down his balls.

“Just like that, Harry,” Ginny cried out as Harry hammered her ass harder, making her whole body jolt forward.

Molly’s head spun. She could smell the sex, hear the slap and squelch, and see the way Ginny’s body trembled and shook. She’d never imagined Ginny like this, but she was proud, in a strange way. Molly had been teaching her to use her body and beauty to her advantage, and Ginny was doing just that. The sight was obscene and wonderful. Ginny’s poor lips were swollen, slightly agape, and glistening with juice and shiny streaks of her cream.

Harry reached around and began to rub Ginny’s clit with two fingers, working her up again, and Ginny made a helpless, whining sound that sent chills down Molly’s spine. Ginny’s pussy was now stretched open by Harry’s wandering fingers, and Molly could just make out the way her puffy mound glistened with wetness. Her asshole was also stretched around Harry’s girth, and every time he pulled out, it winked shut, only to be forced open again.

“I love how tight your ass is,” Harry groaned.

Ginny just cried out for more. She shook as he pounded into her, and her orgasm crept up and exploded so suddenly that she bit down on the pillow to muffle herself. Her whole body shuddered, and she gave up all pretense of holding back. A fresh spray of juices squirted from her fluttering pussy while her asshole contracted around his shaft. 

Harry lost control. He hammered her ass with everything he had, and his balls battered her wet cunt like a wrecking ball. Just before he came, he pulled out of her ass and jammed himself back into Ginny’s gaping pussy. He fucked her with deep, hard thrusts, and Ginny’s whole body went rigid. She squealed so loud it echoed down the hall. Her pussy clenched and spasmed so hard that Harry had to grit his teeth.

Harry’s cock twitched and throbbed as hot jets of cum filled her cunt. Harry moaned loudly and dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips. Each convulsion of his cock wrung a fresh whimper from her throat. It was obscene, and Molly watched it all. 

Harry continued filling her with cum, even as the last ripple of Ginny’s orgasm left her quivering on the mattress. He pulled out of her twitching pussy with a wet, obscene pop and lay back on the bed. His chest was heaving, and he wiped the sweat from his brow. Ginny rolled limply onto her side and curled into a ball. Her legs trembled, and her hips gave an occasional involuntary jerk as the waning orgasm flared. Her hair clung to her cheeks and neck with sweat, and she had a dreamy expression on her lovely face.

Harry then looked up and locked eyes with Molly, who still hovered near the door. The crooked, devilish smile that spread across his face was unmistakable, and Molly ducked her head, fighting the embarrassing flush that crept up her cheeks. It was humiliating to be caught watching, but there was nothing she could do about that now. 

“Are you just going to stand there and watch?” Harry called out playfully. He didn’t seem embarrassed at all. If anything, the sight of Molly’s frazzled state seemed to amuse him.

Molly, who was usually so steady and commanding, was now flustered. Her hand clung to the sash of her silk dressing gown, pulling it tighter as if that would somehow shield her from the intensity of his stare. He watched her while his cock was still wet and glistening with Ginny’s cream.

Every inch of her body was tingling. The heat in the room seemed to double in the space of a single breath, and Molly was acutely aware of how the silk was brushing against her stiff nipples. Her night robe was utterly inadequate to hide her body, not that she wanted to. Since her ritual, she took every opportunity to show off her perfect, silky skin and luscious curves. Her sons didn’t much care for it, but she told them to mind their own business.

The thin, pale blue silk did nothing to contain her ample curves. The fabric clung to the roundness of her hips and the fullness of her breasts, which spilled out over the low neckline in a way that was outright indecent. The hem barely reached mid-thigh, exposing her thick, shapely legs. The soft fabric was so thin that the darker circles of her areolas showed through, and the sash at her waist did little to keep the robe closed, especially as her hands trembled against it.

From the way Harry’s eyes lingered, she knew that he was taking in every detail of her body. He looked at her with unashamed hunger. It was thrilling to be on the receiving end of such attention.

“Shut the door and come in here,” Harry told her. It wasn’t a request but a command. His voice was thick with lust, and he kept lazily stroking his cock, giving her a private show. Molly’s breath caught in her throat, and she shut the door behind her with a soundless click. her heart was pounding so hard she was surprised the two of them couldn’t hear it.

Every step made more juices roll down her thighs. The carpet tickled her bare feet, and the air near the bed was thick with the smell of sweat and sex. Her tits jiggled as she came near, and she could feel his eyes on her body the entire time. Ginny, meanwhile, had recovered just enough to turn and face them. Her face still flushed, and her cunt leaked a slow, sticky dribble of Harry’s and her own fluids onto the sheets. Ginny shot her a look of annoyance. Clearly she didn’t like having her territory invaded. 

Molly’s arousal had gone into overdrive. Her nipples were hard and poked against the silk as she approached the bed, and she was embarrassed when she noticed that her cunt was so wet it had soaked the crotch of her panties. She felt exposed in every way, but it only made this more thrilling. 

She stopped at the foot of the bed, then Harry curled a finger at her. “Come on, Molly. Scoot closer,” he said. His hand never stopped stroking his cock, and the whole shaft was slick and shiny with Ginny’s cream. The scent of it made Molly’s knees go weak.

When she was very close, Harry went on. He turned to Ginny. “Spread your legs and show her what I did to you,” he told her. Ginny blushed a deep red, but she spread her legs wide, showing off her ruined, dripping cunt for all to see.

Molly shuddered, feeling like she might completely lose herself in the moment. Her hand crept up to her chest and cupped the heavy swell of her breast, almost without her realizing it. She squeezed, and a tiny whimper escaped her lips.

Harry patted the mattress beside him. “Come sit. Breakfast can wait,” he said, and the corner of his mouth quirked up in that infuriatingly irresistible way that always got Ginny to do exactly what he wanted.

Molly’s body moved before she could talk herself out of it. She sat on the edge of the bed, and her robe rode high up her thighs. She tried to steady her breathing, but failed. She was close enough now to see the mess dripping from Ginny’s pussy and the sticky white cream that coated Harry’s cock. The sight was perverse, but it was also deeply exciting.

She looked up at Harry, and he grinned. “You like what you see?” he asked teasingly. 

Molly swallowed hard and nodded. She kept her hand on her breast, and she squeezed a little harder. Harry smirked in approval.

“I bet you’d like a creampie of your own … wouldn’t you?” he asked, and once again, Molly nodded. 

He reached out and tugged at the sash of her robe, loosening it until the silk parted and fell away from her chest. Her tits bounced free. They were heavy and flushed, and the nipples were stiff and crinkled from arousal. She let out a low, throaty moan as soon as the air hit her bare nipples. Harry palmed the undersides of both tits, and he smirked as he bounced them up and down. Molly arched her back and gasped as he played with her body. Harry then pinched both nipples and gently tugged. They stretched out away from her body as he tugged harder. Molly squeaked, and Harry let them go. They snapped back into place. “Come here, Ginny,” Harry said.

Ginny scooted closer until her thigh pressed against Molly’s. She licked her lips as she reached up to play with Harry’s balls. Molly’s head spun at the sight and sensation of Ginny’s naked body being so close to her own. The scent of their pussies and the heat of their bodies mingled. 

Harry leaned in and gently bit down on Molly’s nipple, making her gasp and arch her back. He sucked hard, and Molly felt her pussy clench and gush into her sodden panties. She had never been so turned on in her life. The naughtiness of it all was overwhelming. “Help me get her in the mood,” he told Ginny.

Ginny’s shaky hand slid up Molly’s thigh, and she stroked her bare skin and slid it under the hem of her robe. “Is she wet?” Harry asked. Ginny’s face was burning as her hand moved between Molly’s legs. She immediately discovered how hot and wet the crotch of her panties were. 

“Very,” Ginny answered with a shaky voice. A surge of pleasure shot through Molly’s body, and she could only moan in reply.

Harry’s hand dipped between Molly’s legs, and he cupped her pussy through the damp fabric of her underwear. He rubbed her covered slit, smirking at her the whole time. Then he hooked a finger into the waistband and peeled the panties down her hips, exposing her bald, sopping cunt to the cool morning air. She squirmed, unable to stop herself from grinding against his hand.

Ginny laid soft, nervous kisses down Molly’s chest and naked breasts. Harry then pushed Molly back, and she flopped onto the bed. He pushed her knees apart, exposing her glistening pussy. Her plump lips were slightly parted, and her folds were engorged from arousal. Her clit was swollen and ready to be sucked. 

Harry positioned himself between Molly’s spread legs and rubbed his slick cock up and down her folds. He pressed the fat head against Molly’s soaked pussy and slid in. The entire shaft glided in with one easy push. Molly’s back arched, and she howled as her pussy stretched around him. The pleasure was blinding.

Ginny watched as Harry began to fuck Molly in long, deep thrusts. Every thrust sent a ripple through her body, and every time he bottomed out, Molly’s tits bounced lewdly. The sense of being filled and used was indescribable.

Molly clutched at the sheets and rode out the waves of pleasure. “Suck on her tits,” Harry told Ginny, and she flushed deeply. Even so, she lowered her head until her lips brushed Molly’s crinkled nipple. 

Molly’s eyes fluttered closed, and her whole body heaved as Ginny’s tongue flicked and circled the aching tip of her nipple. The sensation was shockingly intense, and it sent a bolt of pure pleasure straight to her core. Harry’s cock pounded into her cunt, slamming home again and again, and every thrust pushed her closer to the edge. The pleasure was unbearable, and Molly felt her thighs start to tremble and her muscles clench tight. She tried to stifle a cry, but Ginny increased the suction on her nipple, and Harry leaned in at the same time to bite the other. The combined attack was overwhelming.

She came so hard that she nearly blacked out. Her cunt spasmed and convulsed around Harry’s thick shaft, milking him in fluttering waves. She could hear herself squealing as the orgasm tore through her. Her toes curled and her back arched, lifting both Ginny and Harry off the bed for a moment. Her vision went blurry with white-hot pleasure. She had never felt so alive, and the feeling was addictive.

Ginny kept kissing her way across Molly’s tits, alternating between soft licks and sharp bites, and Molly’s nipples grew even harder from the attention. Meanwhile, Harry didn’t slow down. He kept thrusting rougher and faster, and the squelch of her pussy was loud enough to make her blanch. “I can’t believe how wet you are,” he groaned, and her pussy tightened even further. She could only whimper in response.

The orgasm didn’t end so much as morph into another. Even after the initial peak, it kept rolling through her, and she felt herself gush around Harry’s cock. The fluids were running down her thighs and pooling beneath her ass. Molly was distantly aware of it, but she was too far gone to care about the mess.

Finally, Harry pulled out abruptly. He was breathing hard, and his cock was glistening with Molly’s juices. He flopped onto his back, not even bothering to wipe himself clean. He gave the two women a wolfish grin, then waved them both over. “You two. Get down here,” he said, patting his thigh. “Let’s see which of you can make me cum first.”

Molly’s face burned, but she crawled obediently to Harry’s side and knelt by his hip. Ginny joined her, positioning herself opposite Molly. Her eyes were locked on the slick, swollen head of Harry’s cock. Ginny licked her lips, then leaned down and began to lave Harry’s cockhead with her tongue. Molly watched for a moment, then joined her, kissing and sucking at the opposite side. They alternated and took turns swirling their tongues around the tip and lapping on the shaft. Occasionally, their lips met when they both tried to suck him at once.

Harry groaned and propped himself up on his elbows, watching the show with open hunger. He threaded one hand in Molly’s hair and one in Ginny’s, and he guided their heads up and down the shaft. “Good girls,” he rumbled. “Don’t stop until I say so.”

The taste of sex filled Molly’s mouth. She gagged slightly as Ginny pushed her head down farther, but she refused to be outdone. She took him as deep as she could, then pulled off with a gasp. Ginny followed her and tried to fit the entire shaft down her throat, but she could barely get a third of it down. She then went back to licking and sucking. For a moment, their tongues met, and they shared the taste before returning to Harry’s cock.

He started to twitch, and his balls tightened. “I’m close,” he warned, gripping their hair tighter. “Get ready.” Neither woman slowed down. Ginny wrapped her lips around the head and sucked hard, while Molly stroked the shaft and tongued the underside.

Harry arched his back and let out a guttural moan. His cock jumped, and thick, hot ropes of cum spurted into Ginny’s mouth. She swallowed greedily, but some of the cum leaked out the sides of her mouth and dribbled down to where Molly was waiting, ready to lap it up. Molly pushed her aside and took him into her mouth, milking Harry for every last drop until his cock softened between her lips.

The taste was overpowering, and Molly felt a strange satisfaction at being the one to help finish him off. She glanced up at Harry, who was grinning and utterly spent. Ginny wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then went back down and peppered his cock and balls with loving kisses. Harry ran a hand up her thigh. “I’m feeling a bit peckish. Why don’t you go get breakfast on?” Harry said. 

“Of course, dear. Anything you want,” Molly said, and she turned around on all fours to crawl off the bed. “EEP!” she cried out as Harry smacked her bottom. 

Molly put her robe back on, and looked over her shoulder just as she was about to leave the room. The last thing she saw was Ginny crawling onto his lap while stuffing his hard cock back into her slutty pussy. Harry’s hand move up Ginny’s slim belly, and he cupped her tits. It annoyed Molly that she had to go make breakfast while Ginny got to stay and enjoy his cock. She glared at Ginny before leaving the room.