"Even he can't tackle this alone, Sir!" Lisa Turpin cried.
Everyone knew the stories. Harry Potter, the slayer of the dark lord, was skilled in all pursuits. Recently a new rumor had circulated amongst the witch population— that he was just as good with the wand between his legs as the one he carried in a holster.
Still, what they were addressing here was a crisis! All the old families were being afflicted, putting the fate of the country at risk. Even if he'd saved Britain once, Harry Potter couldn't shoulder that much weight by himself.
"He won't be alone, just as he's never been alone before," Kingsley said. "The department lead will need a partner. He already has one of those. If the Head Auror is being brought over, the Vice-Head might as well follow him. Merlin knows they're already inseparable."
Lisa Turpin looked thoughtful. "Could you mean—"
O-O-O
Ronald Weasley absolutely loved a lay-in. Sure, whenever he had work he had to be up long before respectable hours, usually around six A.M. But that only made him appreciate his days off even more. Hermione had her hobbies and Ron had his own, chief of which was sleeping.
He loved naps and deep overnight slumbers in equal portions. By his reckoning, nothing beat the feeling of drifting awake, realizing you had fuck all to do, and letting yourself conk straight back out. You could pull the blankets up to your neck and get lost in some wonderful dreams. He had one going right now. It involved his lovely wife, the bushy-haired and exceptionally-beautiful Hermione Granger going absolutely to town on Ron's hog. Stuffed all the way down her throat, she was sucking him with that warm, wet mouth of hers—
The clarity of the sensation gave Ron a jolt. For a moment he was scared he'd wet the bed. That would be an embarrassment he wouldn't be able to live down.
Good news was, he hadn't urinated. Not even a drop! And in extra good news, a buxom blond maid was in the midst of sucking his knob. In real life, too!
"Err, hey there," Ron said.
The maid was awfully familiar. Her golden curls looked like precious metal against her pretty, pale complexion. She had a sparse amount of freckles around her cheeks and a mole on the right side of her neck. Ron was intimately familiar with every inch of her face from personal experience. She'd been his first girlfriend after all, and there'd been a period of a few weeks where snogging her in cupboards was the high-point of his life.
Lavender moved her lips with deliberate slowness up his shaft, adding an extra pop! as she extracted Ron's swollen tip from between them.
"Good morning, Master," Lavender hummed.
Ron rubbed his eyes. He'd just woken up, and he was wondering if he was seeing things. Looking to his left, Ron found his wife in bed beside him right where she'd been the night before. Hermione was sitting against the headboard turning the pages of a book at least a thousand pages thick.
"Hermione? I'm confused."
"Mm. What?" Hermione looked over. "Oh. Lavender. I arranged that."
Ron awaited more. She went back to her book.
"Hermione?"
"What? Oh, why did I do it?" Hermione grudgingly looked back at her husband— although as soon as her eyes settled on his bemused and aroused face, she smiled. "It's rare that we both get a day off. We each have our own interests. You like to sleep and I like to read. Those go together well enough. You like to eat… and I like to read. Those also work. You like to have sex. So do I, but I'm so behind on my reading, I really don't want to miss any time. And don't say it would be over quickly, because the last time I gave into that excuse I spent the rest of the day repeating the same page because of my aching legs!"
Ron closed his mouth. He had, in fact, been about to say exactly that.
"The solution seemed obvious," Hermione said. "You need a receptacle for your urges. I suppose there's always masturbation, but there was a better option on the table. Someone just as horny as you to fill in for me. I assume you don't have any complaints."
She went back to her book, conjuring fluffy red earmuffs to block out any noise in the room with her. Ron was distracted by a wet feeling all along the bottom side of his cock.
Lavender had her tongue sticking out, running it along him. She waggled her head side to side, coating Ron's cock with spit like a painter attending to a canvas. With one last flourish, she slid her tongue off of him.
"Pay attention to me, Master," Lavender begged. "I'm here to serve you. What do you want? Your wish is my command…"
Ron gulped at the purr in her voice. Lavender had arrived in a frilly maid outfit that managed to be elaborate while covering very little. It was sleeveless, and the hem of it only went to the middle of her thighs. Lavender had see-through stockings over the rest of her legs. At the front, where Ron had the best view, the breasts she was infamous for at Hogwarts were showing plenty of cleavage.
Lavender caught where his eyes were looking.
"Do you want them, Master? They're here to serve you just like the rest of me."
Lavender pushed her way to her knees. She grabbed the front of her maid outfit and dragged it down. Her bulky breasts escaped, no bra in the way of them. Lavender shook her chest, bouncing her breasts for Ron's viewing pleasure. Eventually, she dropped onto her belly again, putting her boobs against the shaft of his cock.
"You know, Master, I read about something that's apparently all the rage these days. It's a special trick that I'm uniquely suited for. Can you guess what it issssss?"
She dragged the last syllable while sticking out her lower lip. A saliva tendril dripped down, moistening Ron's cock. Lavender pushed her boobs forward at the same time, moving them from resting against him to enveloping his manhood.
"I think I've got a pretty clear idea of it, yeah," Ron said thickly.
"Then let's see if your idea is right," Lavender said.
She put her hands under her breasts and held them up, molding the large and soft flesh. Forming them around Ron, Lavender lifted and dropped them. Her boobs were so soft that they glided over Ron's length as delicately as satin gloves. The spit she slobbered on him kept the process slick and quick.
Ron put his hands out as if to balance himself even though he was already on his back. It felt like he was falling. Lavender's 'trick' was such a nice feeling that he could barely keep up.
She giggled. Ron had always had an honest face, so it wasn't surprising that his expression had given away how he was feeling.
"It's wonderful, right? You make this maid so happy, complimenting her work like this."
"But I haven't said anything!" Ron gasped.
Lavender craned her neck, her pink tongue darting out and scraping across Ron's tip.
"You don't have to."
Ron squeezed his fingers down, bunching the sheets between them. His legs were split around Lavender's body, rubbing against her sides. Each time Lavender dropped her breasts down, the smack! of them hitting Ron's abs sounded throughout the room.
Between the two of them, Ron was the one who had changed more since. their Hogwarts days. He wasn't bad looking back then, but Harry was definitely the more handsome of the pair. Privately, Ron reckoned that was still true, although he never said as much. He was the last person Harry needed buttering up from with compliments; best mates were for putting you down in the funniest way possible to keep you grounded.
Ron had definitely experienced a glow-up though. He'd been gangly when he graduated. Auror training and field work helped beef him up and fill him out. His stomach was now a cut six pack, and when his arms flexed from the feeling of Lavender's tits turning his manhood into a hotdog, clearly defined muscles bulged out. Even Ron's face had changed a little bit, dusted by ginger stubble that helped him look his age. There was a reason Weasley men had landed so many of the most eligible bachelorettes in their generation. Good looks ran in the family.
Ron's appearance might explain why Lavender was looking at him so fervently as she put her body to use for his pleasure. Or it was just because she was a particularly kinky one, aroused by the roleplay she had concocted.
"I skipped breakfast to service you, Master."
"What about it?" Ron moaned.
"Won't you feed me?"
Lavender opened her mouth, stretching her lips to make the largest target she could. Ron swallowed hard enough for it to be audible over the slapping of her tits. He wasn't sure how long Lavender had been sucking on him while he was out cold, but it must have been quite a while, because he was warmed up and already at his limit.
"Cumming!" Ron shouted.
It was what Lavender had been awaiting. Ron's cum shot straight into her mouth. Lavender kept her lips open for as long as he was cumming, then closed them to contain the load. She made sure Ron could see her swishing it around her mouth before she swallowed.
"All done, Master. Thank you for your generosity!"
She stuck her mouth open and let Ron look in all the way to her tonsils, proving that she'd really guzzled it all down.
Ron's dick was dangerously hard despite having just gotten off. He surged up— but Lavender scrambled off the bed before he could get there.
"Please, Master, let this maid prepare for you."
She was still dressed in her maid outfit, just with her tits hanging out the top. Lavender started pulling on the laces that kept it clinging to her body, unfastening them one at a time. When it came loose enough, the maid outfit fell to the floor. She obviously hadn't been wearing any bra, but she was wearing panties. The skimpiest thong Ron ever laid eyes on clung to her wide hips. It was even more arousing than seeing her naked, for some reason. It barely blocked a thing.
Lavender hooked her thumbs under the thong. She turned her back on her 'master' and bent forward, sliding off her panties and stockings. Lavender turned back and kicked the thong directly at Ron. Old Keeper reflexes from his days on the Gryffindor team activated, Ron's hand snapping up to catch the panties. He stared at them, taking a quick sniff while they were in his hand.
"I'm ready, Master!"
Ron had only taken his eyes off of Lavender for a second. In that time she'd managed to kick one leg straight up in the air, bending forward, until she was doing the splits while standing up. She had to hug the thigh of her raised leg to hold herself in position. Ron's eyes were drawn to the way her pussy lips were being spread, baring the pink that lay behind it for his viewing pleasure. His manhood standing stiff at attention, Ron leapt off of the bed.
When he got to Lavender he shoved her forward, pushing her weight against the closest wardrobe. He used his hands to keep Lavender's leg straight up in her split-legged position, pinning her shoulders against the mahogany furniture. Lavender looked back at him, her big breasts being pulled toward the floor, proving again that all that bulk was one-hundred-percent natural.
"Fuck!" Ron exclaimed, slamming his dick into her depths. "You're bloody amazing, Lavender!"
"Like it?" Lavender gasped. It was taking a lot out of her to contort into this position, but Ron's enthusiastic response made it feel worth it. "It's not a trick I had while we were together, that's for sure. The benefits of experience. Merlin!" Lavender gasped, her eyes rolling up in their sockets. "I'm not… the only one who changed!"
Ron wasn't the type to banter during sex. He was more of a pound-her-until-you-can't-do-anything-but-grunt kind of guy. His fierce upward thrusts started lifting Lavender's plant leg off of the ground, suspending her between his body and the dresser.
"Wait! I'm not touching the ground! I'm— cumming!"
Lavender threw her head back in ecstasy, her blond curls flying around the orbit of her head. Her eyelids were fluttering as her folds tightened and trembled on Ron's dick. Ron grunted— but didn't stop for a second.
Without slowing down, he turned Lavender over so that both her feet returned to the floor, although only her toes could reach. Her arse was definitely her secondary asset. It wasn't bad, exactly, it just couldn't compete with those tits. Frankly, Ron didn't care. Looking down at Lavender's mildly chubby back, be fucked her hard enough to see her sides shaking.
"Aren't you tired? You don't need a break? I… I can't think…" Lavender moaned.
She was one of the most sexually active members of their graduating class in her time, yet she'd never been fucked like this. When Hermione offered the job, Lavender had assumed that the bookworm was exaggerating about the exhaustive effects of Ronald Weasley's lovemaking. That notion was rapidly being fucked out of her.
Ron clapped her cheeks until she came again. Lavender squirted so hard that it dripped out of her onto the floor. When Ron's thrusts stopped, she thought he was taking a breather. Instead she was pulled backward.
Ron dropped to the ground on his back, yanking her with him. She was technically on top… but Ron was holding her legs up and thrusting into her from underneath, robbing her of the chance to set the tempo. Lavender's whole body bounced each time he slammed into her. Her breasts swung so high that they actually hit her in the face.
"Aren't you going to cum? I took a potion just for this!" Lavender said.
She completely forgot to call him master even though it was more appropriate now than ever as he manhandled her. She was being introduced to Ronald Weasley's specialty.
Once, at Ginny's request, Lavender had experienced what it was like to be with Harry Potter. He was a freak, to put it simply. The man could fuck through more orgasms than ought to be possible. Lavender reckoned it had something to do with his magic, somehow. That was the only explanation she could come up with for how he dumped six loads on her one after another and didn't even pass out when he was done.
Ron didn't have a trick like that. Instead, Ron's ability was about lasting a long time before cumming. He found that it worked wonders, especially when paired with a good bit of physical fitness.
"Shit!" Lavender screamed. Ron's dick popped out of her for a moment while she climaxed, and she squirted all over the bedroom floor. Ron flipped them over, pinning her body to the floor and holding her arms against her lower back. He fucked her while she was flat on her stomach, jolting her chin with each thrust. Lavender's moans turned into screams as her body was forced past its limit in a good way. Ron's crotch clapped against her arse, his dick diving deep inside her minge. Throughout it all, Hermione kept reading.
She'd enchanted the earmuffs herself when she first came up with this idea. The magic worked on them ensured that there wouldn't be a single drop of noise getting past. She finished a thrilling chapter on the contradictory nature of advanced heating charms and read halfway through the one after it, which detailed the origin of the Protean Charm. She was completely lost in her own world until someone tugged on her shoulder.
Hermione looked over, lifting one side of her earmuffs.
Ron was kneeling next to her on the bed, looking bashful.
"Hermione," he whined. "It's still hard."
His thick, throbbing manhood definitely was hard. Hermione glanced at it, then craned her neck to assess the state of her hired help.
Lavender was flat on the ground with her legs slightly spread. Her arse was red and she didn't have the energy to lift a single finger. A big puddle had formed in between her legs, completely made up of disgorged pussy juices. Lavender's skin was coated in sweat, yet Ron was nearly fresh-faced.
"Sorry…" Lavender moaned. "He was too much for me."
Hermione rolled her eyes. She set her earmuff back over her ear. Ron looked concerned that she was going to go back to her reading, but Hermione just grabbed her wand from the bedside table, flicking it in a quick pattern.
Her book levitated off of her lap and, at the same time, the words began to echo in her ears, a male voice reading them aloud. Her earmuffs had been enchanted to act like magical headphones just in case of a situation like this one.
Listening to how the Protean Charm originated from one miscast empathy charm, Hermione tied her hair back into a ponytail. She opened her mouth and dove down Ron's length. On the floor, Lavender gasped.
The entire time that Lavender spent sucking on Ron in his sleep, she never managed to get all of his cock inside her mouth. She got respectably close, only about an inch off, which she thought was a strong showing. In under a second, Hermione kissed Ron's crotch.
It was incredible. Lavender couldn't understand where the volume was going; she couldn't even see Hermione's slim throat bulging. Hermione closed her eyes to better listen to her book as she plunged her head along Ron's cock.
Deepthroating him was effortless. Ron's dick began to sparkle, Hermione's spit coating over the marks that Lavender had left. Ron, who hadn't cum once while fucking Lavender silly, groaned and shut his eyes, barely holding on. It took no time at all for him to fire his load. Built up by plenty of edging inside Lavender's pussy, the load was a particularly thick one. Not that you'd be able to tell from looking, because Hermione didn't spill a drop.
She moved her head back slowly, her tongue darting over Ron's slit to ensure he was properly cleaned. When she removed her lips from him, she gulped one last time and spoke calmly.
"That's all you're getting today. If I let you anywhere near my pussy, I won't be making it out of bed the whole day."
"You're the best, Hermione."
Hermione glanced for half a second at Ron's dick before snagging her book from the air, returning it to her lap. "If you're still horny, feel free to use Lavender. If she hasn't passed out, she can take more."
"You're the best, Hermione," Ron swore.
As soon as he looked back at her, Lavender shuddered. She thought it would be fun to play with her handsome ex for a day, coming up with the maid act to spice things up. She never expected to be risking her life doing it.
Although, death by prolonged and extra-strenuous orgasms wouldn't be the worst way to go out. In fact, it sounded very fitting for Lavender Brown.
"Fuck it!" Lavender exclaimed. "Come on, Master! I can take you on!"
She was out cold in half an hour.