The Burrow-
It was a full moon night and he was lying awake in bed. Ron was in the room, snoring like a pig as usual. Christmas was close by and he was almost finished with his scheming. 'Scheming', he thought, the words brought a smile to his face. Long ago, scheming was a word that he used on others but never himself, now however, he liked to believe that he was one of the most proficient schemers of all time.
When the Weasleys had invited him to their home for Christmas, his first thought was to decline the invitation.
He asked himself. How was he supposed to spend Christmas with the people who tried to enslave him? But as he kept musing carefully, the bigger picture became clear to his eyes.
Firstly, declining the invitation would have put him under Dumbledore's scrutiny, since he had no reason to stay in Hogwarts when he could be staying with the Weasleys, and in Dumbledore's mind, his personal opinion about the Weasleys was still rather untarnished. And Dumbledore's scrutiny was one of the things he didn't want to worry about right now, so he was hoping to avoid that for as long as possible, hence keeping up appearance seemed like a good idea. Secondly, this holiday gave him the perfect opportunity to stop the Weasley Matriarch and to neutralise her schemes once and for all. And finally, holidays in Hogwarts would have been boring, Pansy and Ginny leaving home for the holidays, it would have been truly boring with no one to entertain himself with.
Hermione, on the other hand, went home after a heated argument with Ron on the train. He and Hermione had attended Slughorn's Christmas party together. Ron had seen him with Hermione and the redhead's insecurities coupled with his jealousy had instantly crept up straight to Ron's head.
Ron was now loyal to Lavender thanks to the effects of his potion, and hilariously, Lavender's interest in Ron had faded and she was now interested in one, Noah Higgs, a seventh-year Hufflepuff. It left Ron both confused and frustrated; the dim-witted Weasley couldn't understand why he was infatuated with Lavender while his original target Hermione who was happily spending her days with his best friend. The Weasley clearly wanted to be with Lavender but, on the other hand, he also didn't like it if Hermione was happy with someone else.
Hermione, seeing that Lavender was ignoring Ron in favour of Noah, made some snide remarks in the name of vengeance, which led to Ron firing back and both of them arguing as usual. This time the argument was so over the top that if he hadn't intervened then it would have escalated to a point that both of them would've hexed each other. Hence, after verbally beating and berating Ron for using 'the book' on her, Hermione had ignored the redhead for the entire train ride and then she left home with a very contented smirk ever present on her face, something he couldn't really blame her for.
Slughorn's party was never a real priority; he just attended because Slughorn insisted on his presence otherwise he wouldn't have even bothered with it. Although the party wasn't totally pointless, he got to meet a few famous people who were all thrilled to meet him too. And he also got to witness Snape and Draco arguing about their roles in the castle, which made him snore.
Hence, after a long self-discussion, he weighed the pros against the cons and then he agreed to accept the invite because he had a plan and if he played his cards right, he guessed it just might work. And so, he choosing to come to the Burrows presented him with the opportunity of using Ginny for his personal entertainment, and atop that, the thrill of fucking her in her own home only made the scenario all the more exciting.
Thankfully, the Weasley family's charged climate in the Burrows itself was to his favour. Bill in the past month apparently had a nasty argument with Molly over the matriarch's unpleasant treatment of his fiancée and so he had moved out of the family home. Personally, it was about time that Bill pushed back against Molly's apparent superiority complex denying her of her whims. As such, Bill was supposedly attending Christmas with Fleur's family in France.
Charlie Weasley was in Romania and would not be attending Christmas this year. Percy, the estranged son was absent and the family wasn't expecting him to attend anyway, which left the twins, Ginny and Ron. Twins were busy running their very successful joke shop and they were staying in their own shop, but they would apparently be coming to attend the Christmas dinner with the family.
As such, he had a plan, tomorrow they would all be going for Christmas shopping. It was his window of opportunity because Molly wouldn't be going as she had already done her shopping early on, which gave him long enough time to probe her mind and find out the actual truth behind all her schemes.
Harry stood up from his bed and he took a few slow steps forward and he drew his wand and cast a spell on Ron, to keep the redhead from waking up prematurely. With that, he gave a wave and the windows opened, letting the moonlight brighten the room a bit.
And then, he conjured up a huge log of wood, matching his size and height. And then, he morphed it with a transfiguration spell, slowly the log started resembling a mannequin in his image. Once the log was transfigured, his wand's tip suddenly lit up in blue fire and he began writing along the mannequin's body. As he wrote, several series of runes came into existence, bright blue runes engraved on the wood. And then, he clothed it just like him and gave it a pair of glasses just like him.
He then took a deep breath and muttered the 'reanimation spell' on the mannequin, "Piertotum Locomotor…" As the reanimation did its work, the mannequin came to life and he had an exact duplicate of himself.
The mannequin had no mind to coordinate, but the runes he engraved were connected to his Potter family ring, which gave the mannequin access to his mind. This was his very first attempt at reanimating something inanimate; hence he wasn't sure if it would work. But if it worked, he would have a body double that would act just like him, can use magic just like him along with an impenetrable mind (because it has no mind).
He needed this because he wanted the element of surprise. He was planning on forcing Molly into a position where he can find out everything he wants to know. He was confident that it would work because he was confident in his 'acquired' skills.
Next Morning-
Ron, Ginny, Arthur and his animated body double were already gone for the Christmas shopping. He included a few more runes on his clone this morning so that his animated mannequin double could speak like him and he also transfigured a wooden stick to make it look like his wand, just for appearances' sake. His clone had a task, to purchase a few things that he needed so that it would keep the group busy for a while, and also to spend quite some money to keep Arthur and Ron relaxed as well as happy.
With that, he walked down the stairs towards the kitchen and hid under a clever 'disillusionment spell' as he lied in wait. Thinking that she was alone, Molly had gone out for some groceries. She appeared out of the fireplace, through the green flames of the floo. She opened her purse and telekinetically levitated and guided all the vegetables and fruits into the kitchen shelves. Once all the shelves were stockpiled, she closed her purse and walked into the dining room. She stopped in shock as she saw Harry appearing out of nowhere, wand in hand, pointed firmly at her while giving her a fixed look.
"Harry…?" Mrs Weasley asked as if she was surprised, her tone filled with evident shock.
"Mrs Weasley…" He replied back feigning his neutral tone as he reached into his inner right jacket pocket.
"What are you doing here? I thought you were with the others…shopping..." Molly's voice dragged and stopped short as her eyes widened when she noticed him pulling out a small glass flask containing a transparent orange liquid in it.
She knew very well what the content in the flask was, it was 'the Bond of Intertwined Souls' potion that she had brewed and handed to Ron and Ginny to be used on Harry and Hermione. She couldn't believe that Harry had figured it out, he had found the potion.
She was mentally cursing herself for not making an even stronger dose for Harry, it was a problem with these strong wizards; they usually resisted the effects of these potions far better than others. From the Order meetings, she knew Harry was capable of resisting the 'Imperius Curse' to a certain extent and so she had made a stronger version for Ginny compared to what she gave Ron. She had hoped that it would be enough, but it clearly wasn't enough for the-boy-who-fucking-lived.
"Care to explain, what this is…?"
"Harry, my dear that's…" Molly was about to concoct a lie but he interrupted her rather rudely.
"Actually, I was joking, you don't have to explain your plan, Mrs Weasley. Ginny told me everything, the whole story behind the potion and the plans. I just want to know why you were planning this, and who are all that's behind this? Other than you, Ginny and Ron, of course..."
Molly gauged his rude yet casual tone and she was already planning an escape route. She had to take this to Dumbledore, she had no other choice. Dumbledore had promised her that he wouldn't interfere into her schemes unless her schemes become an inconvenience to his plans. And now that her schemes had backfired on her, Dumbledore will have no choice but to clean this up and cover it up for her, in order to keep his involvement a secret.
Molly decided to cleverly veil her threat in the form of a diffusive statement solely for the sake of stalling, "Harry, dear, give me the potion and we can make all of this go away. Arthur and the others will be back here soon, no one has to see this."
"So…!" He exclaimed casually and continued, "You won't make this easy for me, will you? Hmmm, I was hoping to keep things simple, but I guess one won't always get what one wants, will we?"
"Let me explain, Harry…" The Weasley matriarch understood that diverting the issue won't work, so she was about, to begin with, half-truths, but Harry interrupted her, "Actually, I've changed my mind. I gave you a chance to come clean. Now, we'll do this my way..."
Molly's hold on her wand tightened as he spoke, "Listen to me, Harry. I don't want to hurt you. And that's the only thing protecting you. Stand down now, and we can come to some sort of arrangement." Molly was hoping that he would lower his guard and that the moment he drops his guard, she can stun him and erase everything from Harry's mind.
Harry blankly stared at her and a small smirk tugged on his right cheek, "So naive, you are." He whispered to her.
Just as Molly's gaze narrowed curiously, Harry disappeared on spot and his afterimage lingered on for a second longer. Molly's eyes widened as she felt someone grabbing her neck from behind her. In a sudden move, Harry grabbed her right wrist in his right hand and he stretched it to his side, as she reflexively kept firing spell after spell in shock, which simply collided with the side wall that it was point at. Meanwhile, he used his left arm to place her in a chokehold, Molly stood on her toes trying to breathe, but soon her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she fainted from the lack of air.
Fifteen minutes later-
Molly was tied to a chair, she was unconscious and he was waiting for her to wake up.
Harry didn't wait for her to regain her bearings; he had simply punched through her mind with the heaviest Legilimency attack he could muster. Her Occulumency barriers were very good but they were no match for his attack. Against his attack, it crumbled like a dusty weak wall and he invaded in without any futther intrusion. A few minutes later, he had disconnected his mind from hers after having seen everything that he needed to see.
Molly's eyes fluttered open as she scanned her surroundings until her gaze fell on Harry who was sitting on the sofa in front of her. He simply stared at her for a long minute of silence and then he asked suddenly, "Was all this worth it, Mrs Weasley?"
Molly glared at him vindictively, "You wouldn't understand, boy."
"You have no idea what it's like to live in poverty. I'm a Prewett, power is my birthright. I've endured through insufficiency all my life, I can put up with that, but you can damn well be sure that I will not let that be my legacy."
"So you would potion me and Hermione, for what? For Ron and Ginny's sake…? So, that 'they' can be happy…? What about us, huh? What about our happiness? What gives you the right to interfere in our lives?" He asked sounding a tad bit angry.
Molly replied with another question, "Let me ask you something. What have you accomplished with all your ideals? What did you accomplish today? My husband and children will come and they will find out what you've done to me, and soon, you will either be suspended or expelled, in either case, I've won. And you'll lose more than what you've lost until now."
Harry instead gave her an inquisitive gaze, "You're right, I'll lose many things." He paused for a long moment seeing her confusion, and then he slowly continued, "But, let's see…who will lose more, shall we?"
"I'll again lose my reputation, which frankly, is already in the drain. I'll lose my friendship with Ginny, Ron and the others, also your family's support in the upcoming conflict, which no longer matters to me in the least. Dumbledore won't trust me anymore, which isn't a very bad thing come to think of it. Sure, it will be a little annoying, but I'll at least be free from his games for a while. They'll punish me for attacking you, which will be more than a little troublesome, but nothing I can't handle. I'll most likely be suspended from school, which will be temporary. And pretty much nothing else…, you see, I've already lost everything that actually matters to me. Now, I don't really have anything of much value that I would actually mind losing." He finished casually and she was smiling.
"On the other hand, let's see what you'll lose if I open my mouth." He threatened with a sweet smile, "What if I tell Mr Weasley why you married him? The actual reason…"
Molly let out a laugh, "There's no reason. I married him because I love him."
"You wanted someone loyal and tender, someone, who treats you tenderly than every Quidditch player or popular boys you shagged in school. At the same time, you also wanted someone like your initial boyfriends, muscular, strong and self-centred, men, who could degrade you in bed and treat you like the whore you are. But you realised the truth very early in life. You realised that finding someone who is both sensitive and tender, but also dominating and demeaning at the same time, is an impossibility. You also wanted children, a marriage, a family that you can control, but you also knew that building a family with men who were like your initial boyfriends as a bad idea because it would deprive you of the control you seek and they aren't really quality husband material. Hence, you found a way around it."
Molly's smile reduced and bit by bit her amusement disappeared as she grew visibly worried. It was obvious that he's seen right through her, it left her feeling powerless.
Harry, however, was nowhere near finished, so he continued diligently, "You chose Mister Weasley, a man who lacked the self-confidence to grow, a poor needy man who had the potential to be better if not for his insecurities. Sure, you helped him grow into the man he is today; you shagged other men and even got him the well-paid position that he now has in the Ministry. But it came at a cost; he had to give up a part of himself for everything you did for him. Every suggestion that you gave him, everything that you made him do in the name of personal improvement, it came true, it helped him, or so it seemed like it... You played the strings from behind him and made it seem like he was being rewarded just for listening to you. You conditioned him into thinking that he couldn't be anything without you by his side. Ingenious, really...and that's what I would have been like if only your potion that Ginny used on me had indeed worked."
Molly's eyes widened in shock with every statement, she couldn't understand how he knew all of this since most of what he said was her most guarded secrets.
She turned her attention back to him as he continued, "And so, you successfully built a marriage…, a family with poor Mister Weasley. But he couldn't satisfy you, not sexually, you knew that from the very beginning and that's why chose him. With him, you got a family, but with all the other men you shagged from the day you were married and all the younger men you seduced for your depravity, you got satisfaction. Hell, you once brought two men into your house on the night after Christmas; you shagged them simultaneously just a few feet away from your sleeping husband, in a house full of sleeping children. You always got the things you wanted; you are more than satisfied with your life."
It took a moment for her to understand how, but she realised that he must have invaded her mind when she was unconscious. She grew angrier, "You think you know me just because you got into my head?"
"No, of course not. I know you because you're a transparent woman who thinks she's complex."
"Arthur loves me, he won't believe you." Molly countered angrily, irritated because of the truth, as they say, truth hurts.
Harry replied back coyly, "Even, if I undo the conditioning that you've put him through and show him the memories of you shagging men?"
"Memories can be falsified." She replied realising that she still had a reason to deny everything.
"True… Very true, indeed… Say, what if I show him your diary as proof of your memories?" He asked her softly.
Molly gulped unconsciously; she remembered the diary in which she kept the record of every man she has slept with since her marriage, she started it mostly to keep track of her menstrual cycle and her pregnancies, but later on, it became a strangely enjoyable habit as she wrote the most depraved details in them. Molly mused carefully, if Harry undid the conditioning on Arthur, showed him her memories and the diary, there is a very high chance that her marriage would suffer severe consequences.
"Still not convinced? Let's up this a notch, shall we? You, Ginny and Ron, will spend a few months in Azkaban for brewing and using 'Forbidden potion' on underage children, potions that are supposed to be strictly controlled by the Ministry. While the current Ministry wouldn't really care about you manipulating Hermione but they'll surely care about you manipulating me. Especially, if it portrays the image of me not trusting the Order and its members... Mister Weasley would undoubtedly dissolve your marriage bond in accordance to the violation of the 'Pureblood Law of Infidelity' when he finds proof of the fact that Charlie and Percy aren't his children by blood and that they're Weasley in name only. It's a clever thing that you did, using a 'blood-brother potion' early on, in order to make Charlie and Percy look more like you and Arthur, the red hair, the jawline and their pinna… Finally, your reputation as Molly Prewett Weasley will vanish overnight, you'll be penniless and on the street."
"Do you want me to go on, Mrs Weasley? Believe me, when I say this, I'm not even being imaginative." He asked her with a wicked grin as she looked at him ice cold like all hope was forever lost.
She didn't want to admit it but she had no choice but to come to terms with the fact that she was indeed beaten. Contrary to popular belief, Molly wasn't too stubborn; she was more deceptive than stubborn, she knew when to give up and when to fight. On the other hand, she was also wondering why she was tied up to a chair. If he had already learnt what he wanted to learn, then why didn't he just erase her memory of his attack and be on his way.
She understood that she was bound to the chair for a reason and she was hoping that he would be willing to negotiate, so she asked the most obvious question while gritting her teeth together in rage, "What do you want from me?"
Harry's reply, on the other hand, was very casual, "Nothing much, you help me and maybe I'll leave you alone, a simple pact. All I want is that you swear your loyalty to me in the form of an oath, it's as simple as that."
"What do I get in return?" She asked almost having resigned herself to a lifetime of blackmail.
Harry gave the woman an obvious look with an arrogant smirk, "You won't lose whatever you have left, how's that for starters? And you'll get to lead a hassle-free life, where I won't be interfering in your matchmaking plans as long as it doesn't involve me, Hermione or any of my remaining friends in any way."
Her rage disappeared as hope once again filled her, "Why do you need my loyalty?" The Weasley matriarch asked curiously yet sounding precise and serious.
"Do you honestly think that I'll trust you to stop your schemes?" He replied obviously.
With that, he gave a wave of his hand and all the ropes vanished in an instant. And then, he telekinetically levitated her wand back to her, all the while holding his wand up aiming for her face as a precaution.
Just as Molly took her wand, she briefly wondered if she could attack him, but seeing his wand pointed firmly at her, she decided not to. She then felt an intrusion inside her head; she noticed the thought being placed in her currently unprotected mind. She glared at him almost instantly and spoke angrily, "I can't say what you just placed in my head."
"You don't really have a choice. We don't have a deal if you don't give me the oath exactly how I want it, Mrs Weasley. Do I have to go over the basics of an Oath?" He iterated it to her derisively with a hint of sarcasm.
"Giving an oath with your conditions would mean complete obedience to you in all aspects of my life. I'll be your glorified slave..." Molly pointed out her concern with the conditions.
Harry gave her a bored smirk, "Do I look like I give a damn about your worries?"
Molly gnashed her teeth together for a moment, and then she took a deep breath and calmed herself as she schooled her features, "I won't give you an oath. You're running out of time and someone will find me." She replied as a last-ditch effort.
"HAHAHA…" He laughed loudly yet shortly, "Do you honestly think that I'll simply stand here waiting for you to give me the oath? My choice is simple, if you don't give me the oath within the next two minutes, I'll erase your memory of this event and I'll be done with it. I have other ways to get what I want; with time, I could even condition your daughter."
"You wouldn't…" Molly was outraged as she was trying to weigh her options. If she gave him this oath, she won't be able to target Harry again, but at least she will have some control over a few things, but if she didn't give him the oath and if he erased her memory, then she'll lose everything and she won't even know why.
"You underestimate my resolve, Mrs Weasley. You're unaware of what I am, or what I'm capable of."
Molly was aware of the fact that she had to do this because she loved her family and her children more than anything in the world. She knew that this is the only thing that would keep her family intact and Harry out of her business as long as she doesn't target him again. And if she can't get Harry Potter to marry her daughter, then there were various other eligible purebloods around that she could fix Ginny with, she just needed the freedom to make plans and she would only get that if she gave him this oath. She didn't mind giving him her loyalty as long as she got her way with others, in fact, the only reason she even chose Harry in the first place was that he was already on good terms with them and on a close friendship with Ginny.
She slowly raised her wand up, pointing it above her head facing upwards to the ceiling, and she spoke trying to mean the words she was about to speak, "I, Molly Weasley née Prewett…, in sound mind and body, swear on my magic and my life on the pact that I offer my loyalty to Harry James Potter until he deems it otherwise. Let magic judge me…" A small blue orb of light appeared at the tip of her wand and it disappeared a moment later.
"Now, let's test if it has worked, shall we?" He asked excitedly.
Harry stood up from his seat and he walked over to Molly, he bent over her right side and he whispered his orders in her ear, and moments later, he skipped up the stairs so to keep himself hidden until Ron and others come back. As he left the room, the Weasley Matriarch sighed tiredly and slumped into her chair sadly acknowledging the orders that he had given her.
That Night-
Molly was slowly walking up the stairs to her bedroom. She silently opened the door and entered inside. She turned around to face her husband who was setting the bed. She swiftly drew her wand and muttered, "Confundo…" as she cast a spell.
Arthur's eyes glazed as the kind man simply crawled under the covers and blew off the candlelight. As soon as her husband lied down on the mattress, she placed a powerful sleeping spell on him, which knocked the man out in mere seconds.
The redheaded woman then slipped out of her room and she walked straight up the stairs to Ron's and Harry's room. She opened the door and found Ron snoring loudly, she placed the same sleeping spell on Ron and she slipped out. And then, she walked down to Ginny's and Fleur's room. She opened the door and she stepped inside, only to see her only daughter sitting sideways on Harry's lap, her arms around Harry, who was seated in an armchair, all the while Ginny was softly planting continuous kisses on his neck.
"Ginny…!" The concerned mother exclaimed in shock. She couldn't bear seeing her daughter in the hands of Harry. She had expected that Harry would plan something with Ginny, she guessed as much when he had ordered her to bring Ginny with her to the kitchen tonight, but this was unexpected. It seemed like Ginny was already in Harry's control.
"Please Harry, let her go. She has no part in this…" Molly begged him.
"No part…? A good joke…" A cruel smirk appeared on his face as he spoke like an icy breeze on a cold night, "Let me remind you that you're in no position to demand anything, Mrs Weasley."
The redheaded woman pleaded, "You asked for my loyalty and I gave you. Please, don't involve her."
He raised his left hand and caught hold of Ginny's hair and he pulled her head back as he whispered to her face, "Show your mother."
Ginny loved being manhandled by Harry, she pecked her lips on his for a second and she immediately stood up from his lap and she dropped her nightdress off of her shoulders. As her nightdress fell to the floor, she stood there completely naked. Molly stood there in shock as her eyes grew moist and glistened in the light.
"Come here…" Harry ordered looking directly at the milf.
And the milf did as told, as she walked forward and stood a foot away from him. Molly stood there willing herself not to cry while refusing to look at her naked daughter. She noticed Harry giving her daughter a pointed look and a smirk, and Ginny immediately walked forward and she circled behind her mother. A moment later, she felt her skirt being torn and the loose skirt fell to the floor. Molly tried to struggle but she felt a grip on her body, a choking grip, she looked at Harry and realised that he was telekinetically keeping her bound in place. Ginny continued and within minutes, both redhead mother and daughter were naked in front of him.
The Weasley matriarch felt the telekinetic force dissipating and she immediately looked around nervously, her skirt and knickers were lying on the floor by her feet. Her bodice and bra too were on the floor and she stood there naked, covering her tits with her right arm and her crotch with her left.
Molly had luscious 36DD tits, saggy but huge, her two lush milky white mounds with the most enticing dark flat nipples. She had a small belly with some fat on the sides. She was a little too plump but it was just right for a good molesting. The milf was beautiful, perfect for a good fucking. He could also see the forest of the red pubic hair just above her pussy that she was hiding beneath her hand.
He had fantasised about this years back when he first began noticing women and girls in a different light. The thought had come to him when he was first hugged by Molly and deprived of air due to her thick breasts suffocating him. Molly was a milf, fucking his best friend's mother was a twisted fantasy of his, something he never thought he would actually do. And that was why he even fantasised it in the first place, knowing that it was impossible.
Molly knew what was about to happen and she didn't even mind it that much. Hell, just for the sake of the forbidden thrill, she had brought men into her home when all her children and her husband were in the house. Harry coercing her into sex was the least surprising thing. But using Ginny to molest her, turning her own daughter against her, but that was unforgivable.
She knew that Arthur would forever be loyal to her; the man was clueless to her deeds when lonely in the house, which was why she even grew worried when Harry had threatened her. If Arthur finds out about her infidelity, as loyal as he may be, his passive anger and the sense of betrayal alone would make sure that their marriage ended. And if the marriage bond dissolves, then her husband's loyalty that she has worked for this long would dissolve along with the bond. She knew that she couldn't let that happen at any cost.
Ginny stepped beside her mother, the sight of both mother and daughter standing side by side while completely naked in front of him was simply exhilarating.
As Molly was thinking where it had gone wrong, she heard him say, "Both of you kneel."
Ginny knelt first and the milf followed behind her daughter. As the redheads knelt on the floor, he relaxed into the chair and he ordered, "Gin, come here and show your mother how it's done." Molly watched helplessly as he daughter crawled towards Harry. She watched as her daughter pulled down Harry's trousers and pulled out his limp cock.
Ginny slowly took the head of his cock into her mouth and she rolled her tongue over it. Molly watched her only daughter sucking on Harry's cock in tears. As Ginny was busy sucking on his tool, Molly turned her head to look away in disgust, but then she heard him speak and she looked at him only to see him staring at her eyes.
"Turn around and bend over." Molly immediately understood that the order was meant for her and she did as told. She slowly turned around on her knees and bent forwards on all fours. It gave him the perfect view of her two plump butt-cheeks stretching to the sides, a wrinkled arse-hole slowly expanding and her pussy lips that he just wanted to bite.
Suddenly everything made sense; he could understand why the Weasley couple had so many children. Having experienced sex countless times in the past few months, a good look at a woman's pussy or Ginny sucking on his cock wasn't enough to arouse him anymore. His member was still very much flaccid but he was beginning to feel excited to fuck this busty milf.
Sucking lightly, Ginny slowly started to bob her head up and down, taking more and more of his cock into her mouth while working the rest of the shaft with her hands using the spit that she allowed to leak from the seal of her lips. Ginny began bobbing her head faster and deeper as Harry's cock slowly started becoming erect. A few minutes later, his cock was fully wet and it was fully erect. Ginny stopped all of a sudden and she slowly pulled out as she spat a trail of saliva on his cock and pumped his shaft with her right hand as she lowered herself down, she smiled and took his bollocks into her mouth and slurped on them.
After the last few months of training, Ginny was very good at pleasing him. She grinned happily as she gave a long lap from his bollocks to the tip of his cock. Then she pulled her hand away from the base of his cock and she slowly went down on his cock, taking more and more of his length until the whole length was hidden inside of her throat and she was gagging on it. This was her favourite part, she was one of the few who could take Harry's full length into her mouth, over the months, she kept doing it and her gag reflex was weakening. With that, she began bobbing her head deeply not wanting to lose the fullness in her throat even for a moment.
He was enjoying Ginny's efforts as he placed his left hand on her head and she moaned softly as he pushed her further down on his length, "Ngngngng…"
Meanwhile, as Ginny was pleasing him, he held his right hand out and a long cane materialised. He raised the cane up and he gave a light whip on Molly's right butt cheek. "Ah!" The milf moaned in shock and pain. She immediately felt another whip on her left. "Ah…" She moaned again. It continued as he kept caning her arse and she kept moaning, and she felt herself getting wet.
Harry was thoroughly enjoying his time with the Weasley women, but he was now aroused and he needed more action. He slipped his hand from Ginny's head to down her neck and he grabbed around the back of her neck and pulled her head up. Saliva trailed down her mouth as she looked at him with a pout to the loss of his cock.
"Get on the bed, Gin." He ordered as Ginny smiled and climbed on her bed with an excited reply, "Yes, master."
With that, Harry stood up and stepped out of his trousers. He tossed his trousers aside and he stood proudly with his throbbing cock as he gazed on Molly who was still on all fours facing away from him while waiting for another whip of his cane.
He bent over her form and he wrapped his arms around her belly and he pulled her up. The Weasley milf got on her feet feeling helpless. All of a sudden, he grabbed her tits and he pushed his pelvis between her butt cheeks. He pushed her towards the bed and he bent her body over the mattress.
Molly watched with tears in her eyes as her daughter Ginny grinned at her lustfully. She felt Harry's grip on her tits tightening as she scrunched the mattress as best as possible.
"Gin, watch carefully…"
As he ordered Ginny to watch, he started pulling his arms outwards all the while squeezing and pumping Molly's tits. "Ahhh…" The milf couldn't help but moan at his ministrations.
He pinched around her left nipple area tightly and he tugged on it while he kept pumping her right breast outwards. Molly couldn't help it, the pain and pleasure were in perfect sync, she couldn't think, all she could do was feel the painful pleasure that she was trying to deny herself from feeling, trying and failing.
And that's when something happened that Molly's couldn't control, being a loose milf, her pussy started gushing out juices, juices that ran down her legs. "Ah…ah…ah…ah…ah…" Her skin went hot as goose pimples completely overwhelmed her senses and had her moaning as her flat nipples grew erect.
Harry now had Molly's erect nipples to hold on to as he immediately pinched on her nipples and he began tugging on them as hard as he can. And Molly was moaning in ecstasy and that's when he realised that Molly was having fun.
"Look at you! You're moaning like a bitch in heat." He whispered huskily into her left ear.
Molly knew that he body was betraying her mind, but if she had any hope of surviving this, she had to maintain her indifference, so she did her best not to respond. She bit her bottom lip and kept herself from moaning.
Meanwhile, Ginny who was contently watching her mother being fucked in front of her, heard her master speaking to her telepathically, "It's time, Gin."
Ginny immediately crawled towards her milf mother and she lowered herself to her mother's tits. Just then Harry squeezed both Molly's luscious breasts together and Ginny took both of her milf mother's nipples into her mouth and started suckling on them. Molly watched in shock as her daughter was trying to feed on her tits.
Ginny took over and caught her mother's breasts and started pumping them up and down as she bit and tugged on the erect nubs. Suddenly, Molly felt a stinging pain on her breasts and it was followed by a godly sensation of milk gushing out of her nipples like a fountain.
And that was enough for Molly to lose control of herself, she yelled out loud, "AHHH…" as she began cumming uncontrollably, squirting cum down her legs.
Harry had subtly placed a wet-nurse spell on the milf when he had let go of her tits and he had subconsciously connected the sensation of being milked with that of an orgasm. He had essentially tricked her mind into thinking that she was at the edge of cumming.
Harry, who was still grinding his cock on the crook of her arse decided that teasing was enough and that it was time to claim the prize, so he grabbed the base of his cock and he pulnged it into her tight arsehole.
"NOOO... Not there, please, not there..." She begged him not to abuse her arsehole.
He instead raised his left hand up and grabbed the side of her face as tightly as possible, it instantly stopped her from begging out loud. "Shut up!" He nastily ordered her. Just when she was trying to adjust to the tip of his cock in her arse, she felt his pointer and middle finger folding in and trying to enter her mouth, she instinctively resisted and he gave her a sharp spanking on her arse, "…SLAP…"
"Ooohhh…" Her entire body shuddered in pain while she groaned as he spanked her arse.
Just as she groaned, he fish-hooked into her mouth preventing her from closing her mouth. Meanwhile, his tool slipped out of her hole and he caught her plump butt with his right hand and he stretched her hole to the side while he opened her arsehole with his thumb. He then lined his cock towards her puckered hole and he nudged his thick cock against it.
Just as he began prodding her arsehole, she begged him, "Pleeesh, siir, nah the...eer..." Molly begged him; she was actually trying to be respectful in hopes that he would change his mind. Harry was very much aware that Molly hasn't had anal sex in a long time, the first time she had tried with her husband's rival in the Ministry, she had a bad experience and she hasn't had the guts to try again since then, but to him, her feelings didn't matter in the least.
Without warning he plunged into her arsehole with a single move, he groaned, "MMMPH!"
She screamed deeply from her throat, "AAAA…!"
It took him a moment to settle down to the brusing tightness of her puckered hole.
Soon, he pulled his fingers out of her mouth and he slathered her spit all over her face. And he lowered her down a little and he started thrusting down into her; his cock slowly went into her arsehole and she wailed, "OHHH…, MY ARSE…YOU'RE PULLING IT INSIDE OUT."
"Ah…ah…ah…ah…ah…ah…" Molly rested her forehead on the back of her daughter's head and kept moaning repeatedly as he kept ploughing into her arsehole with his thick cock.
He suddenly stopped as his position lacked comfort and Molly bit her lower lips and she arched her body down in a curve and whined, "Please fuck me, sir." His cock was stretching her out and her daughter was suckling on her milky breasts, she didn't want the feeling to pass, ever. For the first time, Molly had begged her tormentor for sex; she couldn't even think properly, all she wanted was his cock inside her.
He kept the tip of his cock in her arsehole, while he took off his shirt overhead and he threw it on the floor. He slowly snaked his hand around her neck and he began choking her.
Conditioning the Weasley milf wasn't really a big deal, he could have very well done it when he had her bound to the chair since Molly was just another starved milf thirsting for a good fuck. However, he was becoming bored of mentally breaking someone and getting their loyalty, it was too easy since it lacked any real challenge. Hence, forcing himself on someone unwilling and winning them over via sex, that was a bit more exciting. He knew that whatever she spoke now wouldn't matter once the hour is over, but at least he could enjoy his authority over her, for now.
Molly who was turning red from the lack of air tried to answer but couldn't, so he loosened the grip and she gasped for air and he once again tightened the grip, this time she begged through the grip, "I want your big cock. I'm your slut, sir. Please, give me your big cock." As soon as she answered, she felt a strong slap on her butts and she groaned as her butt burned, "Ooohhh…"
She felt another sharp spank and now, both her butts were burning, she whimpered, "Please, fuck me, sir." Molly Weasley wasn't completely submissive, and she knew how to ask her partners for what she wanted and she knew when to ask for it.
He noticed that her exposed pussy was still leaking juices that were dripping on the floor, so he slowly grazed his hand around her thighs and he reached for her open pussy lips. He worked his pointer and middle fingers in and he kept tracing circles inside her fold. As he kept rubbing circles, he felt her body tensing for an orgasm, so he stopped just before the edge, cruelly denying her any pleasure.
He was rubbing her pussy while completely ignoring her arsehole that occupied his thick cock. It was torture; Ginny was sucking the milk out of her nipples as hard as possible. The intensity of fear in Molly's eyes increased as she begged in a mixture of embarrassment and panic visible in her tone, "Please…!"
"Beg for it again. Louder this time…"
Through the choking grip on her neck, she gritted her jaws together and she begged, "PLEASE…GIVE…ME…YOUR…COCK, SIR."
"As you wish, you filthy whore…"
He pulled out of her arsehole and he pushed her up and into the bed. Molly fell off balance as she fell over her daughter. Ginny following his orders didn't want to leg of the nipples in her mouth, so she bit slightly into the breasts causing the milf to scream in pain.
Ginny was pushed over as she fell on her back. And the Weasley matriarch landed on top of her daughter while the said daughter was still sucking on her tits. The milf leaned forward and pressed her face into the mattress, as she bunched the sheets in her hand. Molly felt him catching and pulling her hips up. Harry mounted her and she was sandwiched between her daughter beneath her and Harry on the top. He wandlessly summoned the cane that was lying on the floor and he caught Molly by her hair and he roughly pulled her up. When she groaned in pain, he placed the cane in her mouth and with that, she fell back on the bed.
With that, Harry leaned forward and arched his body over her as he prodded her anus with his cock, he took a deep breath and with that, he plunged into her arsehole, while the milf moaned loudly through the cane in her mouth that prevented her closing her jaws, "NGNGNGNG…"
He breathed into her ear, "Tell me, slut. What do you want?"
Her answer was instant but muffled, "FU-CK M-EEE…!" With that, he pounded into her tight hole like his life depended on it and she wailed, "Ah…, ah…, ah…, ah…" As she wailed, the cane slipped out of her mouth and fell on the bed.
Molly couldn't think of anything but the cock moving in and out of her arsehole. Her eyelids grew heavy as she closed her eyes, her breathing grew laboured and she began giving out strange mewling hiccups. Her tongue unconsciously hung out due to her open mouth as she drooled uncontrollably. And all of a sudden, her body began shuddering violently.
He felt her shuddering underneath him and he simultaneously felt her warm juices splashing on his bollocks as he was pounding into her arse; she was squirting cum like a fountain. Her warm arse was more than enough for him to enjoy and having tormented the milf to her breaking point, he decided to be a little merciful as he sped up.
Molly couldn't take it anymore, the speed of his cock pounding into her arsehole and his bollocks slapping on her pussy. She lost control of her bladder and she began pissing on her daughter's belly, with each thrust into her arsehole she would spurt piss a little and stop as he pulls up.
Finally, he was at his limit as he groaned, "Fuuuck…" And that was it, he thrust in his full length as hard as he could and he cummed into her warm hole. Waves of his cum filled her tight hole as he slowly pulled out of her. Her hole closed and it stopped leaking his cum.
Harry stepped down from Ginny's bed and he reached his left hand and caught on the back of Molly's neck. He pulled her off of Ginny and he dragged her out of her daughter's bed. Meanwhile, Ginny reluctantly let go of her mother's milky nipples.
As soon as he pulled the milf, he realised that she was crying her eyes out and he assumed that it must be the humiliation. He put that off his mind and he mentally conversed with Ginny, "Get cleaned."
As Ginny stood up and went left into the loo, he walked right to the other bed, he vertically placed the pillow on the centre of the headboard on Fleur's bed and he comfortably settled his back into the pillow. With him settled, he pulled the crying milf into the bed and he pulled her head towards his now semi-limp tool.
Molly was still crying, so he swiftly raised his right hand and he slapped on her face, "…SLAP…" And that instantly stopped her crying.
A red handprint was now visible on her face; she sniffed and hiccupped continuously until he raised his hand again. When she stopped, he slowly brought his right hand down below her neck and he choked her, "You should get used to this, whore." And she nodded her head in fear.
"Good…" He let go of her neck from below and he guided her head over his cock and the milf understood what she needed to do as she opened her mouth and took the nasty cum-covered cock into her mouth.
He sat up a little and relaxed for a few minutes, and then he pulled the milf closer to him. Molly bobbed on his cock while slurping on his full length. Her arousal was its peak and it wasn't dropping, not only was his cock very big it was also very thick, it made her feel powerless and that was exhilarating.
As he relaxed, Ginny exited the loo and she walked over to their bed, she walked around to his right side and sat next to him, he circled his arm around her back and he pulled her close. He leaned in and kissed Ginny, she used her tongue to ask permission as he used his own tongue for a little game.
He explored her mouth with his tongue for a few seconds and then he softly bit her lower lip. She smirked lustfully at him and he pulled apart after a few seconds and smirked at her as Ginny was expecting more, "You've been a good girl."
"Yes, sir…"
"Good girls get rewarded." He replied and Ginny gazed at him expectantly with unhidden lust, seeing her look, he spoke to her whisperingly, "You can clean your mum's filthy arsehole."
"Thank you, sir!" Ginny replied enthusiastically and she immediately crawled on her knees to the foot of the bed. She then crawled behind her mother who was gagging on her master's cock and she pushed her mum's thighs up. Molly was pushed to her knees, she was now on the bed, on her knees, bent over and gagging on a huge cock. Ginny grabbed her mother's butt and she spread them to the sides and she stretched open her mother's wet arsehole with her thumbs. And as soon as the puckered wet hole opened, white hot cum leaked out and flowed down her loose snatch. With that, Ginny instantly buried her face into her milf mother's arse and she jealously began cleaning away her master's cream.
The sight in front of him made him happy; it represented his authority over the two sluts. Molly Weasley, the annoying mastermind behind the Weasley children's actions was on her knees, bent over and arse up like a good bitch and was choking on his cock. Meanwhile, the Weasley whore's daughter was sitting behind her mother, face shamelessly buried in her mother's arse all the while using her tongue to clean up his cream for her mother's arsehole. Life was good…