A Big Happy Weasley Family Part 3 - Sex Stories

A Big Happy Weasley Family Part 3

... subtly influenced him to actually aspire to a life of mediocrity, staying under the radar and keeping his abilities as much a secret as he could so that he would live long and be prosperous. Of course, the Cloak did not make him meek and subservient – it still gave him enough strength to push himself to achieve just enough to save his own life (and perhaps that of his friends). For the Cloak was supposed to help people evade death. However, the Wand was different. It was not subtle at all – it was a powerful object, but as blunt as a bull in a china shop, bludgeoning his mind with fury and violence... and, he presumed, lust. He was told, time and again, by Ginny that his ability in bed couldn’t possibly be human. Harry liked to think it was all him (and perhaps it truly was), but his stamina did seem to be inhuman… not that he (or Ginny) was complaining. And the Wand had affected his body quite noticeably – he was broader than Fred or George and his muscles had grown by inches in circumference. Of course, he did go to a gym in London to work off his feelings of frustration (not to mention the release granted by the sexual gymnastics he practiced on Ginny at night), but he knew this increase in muscle mass wasn’tjust due to his regular exercise and Dursley-trained healthy eating habits. But he hadn’t complained about any of it – he had not been inclined to complain – until today. He realized he had just had sex with his girlfriend’s mom – it hit him with full force when he ...

... woke up at the crack of dawn in Ron’s room; he had retreated to Ron’s room after an hour-long session with Ginny that left the redhead girl tired, but sated. And the thing was – he wasn’t guilty. At all. And that disturbed him. Moreover, he reveled in the feeling of conquest, almost like he enjoyed being submerged in a sea of ceaseless violence and rough sex. And the alarming part was that his sudden realization that he truly wanted that sort of life – he just knew, deep inside, that should another battle fall upon him, he would revel in that as well, bathing himself in violence. But for some reason, he kept putting off his quest to find a way store the Elder Wand away from him. He looked down at his girlfriend from his broom, who was engaged in conversation with her brother on the ground, and sighed. He really loved her, but he had alsoloved pounding her mother silly, and he knew what he could do to stop that (throw away the Elder Wand), but he didn’t want to. He did not want the status quo to change. And that should have troubled him, but it did not. *** Ron walked around the Burrow in a daze. He knew Harry had not come to the room last night. And he thought he knew why – but Ginny had disabused him of his notion. Harry had not slept with Ginny, as Ron had thought he did, but withMolly Weasley. His mom. Ron curled his palm into a fist and pounded against the wall of his dad’s garage, which he had leaning on. He knew that his dad had a peculiar fetish, and he hadn’t really ...