"There's something really wrong with this picture."
Harry hummed in reply and pulled Ginny closer, feeling more content with his life than he ever thought possible. "I think it's perfect, Gin."
"I figured you would, but Harry, I don't like it."
He stiffened as fear shot through him. Even after a year of their new lifestyle, he always wondered when it would come to a stop, though Ginny was an eager participant.
"It's time. I don't want to put it off any longer. I want a baby."
Harry's fear disappeared. A wide smile formed on his lips, but he couldn't help his curiosity. "What changed your mind?"
"Really?" Ginny slapped his shoulder. "Look around us. How does it make sense that at my wedding, there are two other whores that are carrying your baby, and I'm not?"
"Really, Gin?" Harry said dryly, much more confident now that Ginny wasn't having second thoughts. "You need to stop calling them that. It feels weird hearing it from you."
"If they like to get fucked by my wizard, I'll call them what I want," Ginny said with a pout, staring at the witches in question. She was thankful that they weren't showing, but with how often their hands touched their flat stomachs, there were signs they were pregnant.
"Hm, you know how it makes me feel when you become possessive," Harry softly kissed the side of her head, not wanting to mess up the elaborate hairstyle she had for the wedding.
"Yeah, well, it's too bad I have to wait before I can have you," Ginny muttered as she stood up from her seat, pulling Harry to stand with her. "Hermione! I'm guessing you're leaving early?"
"Hey, Gin," Hermione greeted as she hugged the beautiful redhead tightly. "I'm exhausted and need some rest."
"Hm, take care of yourself," Ginny said with her arms wrapped around Hermione. "And give Rosie a kiss for me. I missed her today."
"I will," Hermione smiled before moving her lips closer to Ginny's ear. "I found out the sex of the baby your husband fucked into me. It's another girl."
Ginny felt her knickers flood with her arousal, her eyes fluttering as she let out a quiet moan. "You're such a whore."
"Hm," Hermione hummed in agreement. "You're right about that, but that's your fault. None of this would have happened if you never agreed to share Harry. You would be the only witch that would get his cock. Do you know what he told me this morning?"
Ginny's eyes fluttered again. So that was where Harry had disappeared in the morning. "What?"
"You know how I realized I loved being a mother?" Hermione's lips almost kissed Ginny's ear.
That was a surprise to everyone. It was a reversal of expectations. Hermione still liked to work, but she would put being a mother over that if necessary. Ginny had been the opposite.
"When Harry filled my pussy with his cum this morning, he admitted he loved seeing me carry his children," Hermione's hands moved lower, resting on Ginny's wide hips. "He said he'll keep impregnating me until I ask him to stop."
"Oh, Merlin," Ginny moaned as Hermione's fingers grazed her arse.
"Ginny," Hermione actually kissed her ear this time. "I won't ask him to. I've been putting all my time into research for magic to help make everything easier on a witch, even pleasurable. I'll be spending most of my life pregnant instead of not. My home will be filled with children your husband fucked into me."
"AH," Ginny clenched onto Hermione as she orgasmed right there.
"There we go," Hermione giggled as she patted Ginny's soft arse before pulling away from the hug. "My last wedding gift took more than I expected."
"You didn't just say that, right?" Ginny asked almost desperately. "You actually meant it?"
"Of course I did," Hermione finally looked away from Ginny to grin at Harry, who had been looking on silently with dark eyes. "Ron has lost all interest in actually having sex, and I can't say that I mind. But we are ecstatic when Harry takes me and leaves us with a child to spoil."
Harry moved closer to Ginny and wrapped an arm around her waist. "Can't say I don't enjoy that too."
"I bet you do," Hermione smirked before looking around. "Why don't you both take a seat. I can see some people thinking about approaching you."
Harry was a little disappointed that he didn't get a bonus wedding gift like Ginny, but what his wife received could be considered a shared gift. Merlin knows how randy she will be when they're finally alone.
He glanced at Molly as they sat back down, drinking in her voluptuous form. He still remembered his promise to Arthur a few months ago.
Harry took a few weeks to figure out Molly's feelings on what he intended to do. While she wasn't keen on removing the contraceptive spell, she gushed with arousal at the thought of having sex with that being the end goal.
In her words. "If you pound me so hard that you fuck the spell away, then so be it. I'll give you your wish."
That was exactly what Harry did. He had ripped her clothes off and bounced her on his cock for the entire day until his goal was accomplished. The very day she told him, 'Why don't you try?' He did exactly that and left her drooling, fucked-out body with a pussy beaten red from the punishing thrusts and cum pouring out after the countless times he creampied her.
Harry got his wish. And Ginny blew up in rage when she heard the next day until she had used him like a dildo to fuck her frustrations out. Though he suspected most of that was an act since she was wetter than ever during the whole thing.
"Gin—" Harry cut himself off and tensed in his chair.
"Mr. Potter!" A portly man greeted him happily. "And Mrs. Potter! Marvelous wedding. Couldn't have done better if I say so myself!"
Harry gave the man a grimacing smile as Ginny replied for them both. "Thank you. Sorry for being rude, but do I know you?"
"We never spoke, Mrs. Potter, but I had a good discussion about business with Mr. Potter at your engagement party. My name is Archer Barrows!"
A memory sparked in Harry's mind. This man was the reason he approached Molly at the engagement party a year ago. It set the whole thing off.
How fitting. It had come a full circle.
"Mr. Potter, did you think of my proposal? I tried to contact you over the past year, but you were understandably busy."
He had no idea what the man was talking about. Thankfully, there was a standard response to conversations like these.
"I do apologize, Mr. B-Barrows," Harry stuttered at the name with a strained smile. "All business matters have to go through Hermione Granger."
"Ah, I see," Barrows was visibly disappointed. "Is she still in the venue?"
"She's here somewhere," Harry saw that Ginny had caught on to what was happening. He wandlessly silenced the area needed before reaching between his legs to bury his finger in silky brown hair.
His eyes twitched as he pulled Hermione's mouth down his cock until her nose was pressed into his crotch. "Hermione said she would be a little busy, so you may be out of luck."
Harry's breath hitched when Hermione started to swallow around his shaft like the seasoned cocksucker she was.
"That's a shame," Barrows sighed, oblivious that the woman he was searching for was on her knees a few feet away. "Maybe I'll have some luck before the day ends. Again, wonderful wedding, Mr. Potter. Mrs. Potter."
They nodded with smiles, Harry gently using his grip to repeatedly sheath his cock into Hermione's throat as the man walked away.
"I should have known the whore wouldn't leave without giving you a gift, too," Ginny purred as she leaned closer.
"Hmm," Harry closed his eyes and kissed his new wife. "I love you, Ginny Potter."
Ginny giggled when she felt Harry tremble and push his hips slightly off the chair. The only thing she wished was that the silencing charm hadn't blocked the sound of Hermione choking down her husband's cum.
"Hey, mate. Gin," Ron arrived in the middle of it all like he had a sixth sense of what was happening. "You know where Hermione is? She told me she was feeling tired, then she disappeared."
Ginny answered for Harry, who was too busy giving Hermione a meal and a half to swallow. "She's down there giving Harry a gift."
Ron's face turned a bright red as he shifted on his feet. It didn't take long for Harry to finish cumming down Hermione's throat and realize that he was there.
"Oh, Ron, perfect timing," Harry shuddered when Hermione sucked his cock clean and kissed the tip. "You mind casting the privacy spell. I might mess up in my state."
"Er, sure," Ron flicked his wand. The tablecloth rustled soon after before Hermione crawled out from underneath.
Her makeup was ruined, her mouth and chin shining with the spit that covered them from the messy blowjob she had given Harry. She cleared her throat of the cum that still lined it. "Hello, Ronald. Are you ready to leave?"
Harry saw Ron nod rapidly before they apparated out.
"I want you to fuck me so bad, husband," Ginny growled in his ear.
He looked around before deciding it could be excused if they left early. "As you wish, wife."