Harry Potter stood before the altar wearing a bow tie and his glasses. Opposite him was Ginny Weasley, his soon-to-be wife, who smiled. She wore a wedding veil and white lingerie of a sort that conveniently left her most private regions bare. The freckled mounds of Ginny's breasts bobbed and swayed, and her unguarded ass swayed temptingly as she presented herself to the assorted male guests.
Behind Harry was Fleur, who smiled and practically glowed, her even more voluptuous form scarcely contained by her silky bra and panties. She wore a strap-on, a big fake black phallus that stood up menacingly between her legs, long and thick and savagely studded. She looked at Harry's naked back, and her eyes meandered down his posterior, gleaming with hunger at the sight of his defenseless ass.
The ceremony began. A handful of strapping men with impressively thick co*cks strode up to the altar and surrounded Ginny. One man grabbed her breasts and rubbed his dick between her buttocks. Another grabbed her ass and pressed his pecker to her slot. The redhead's puss* was dripping wet, and she purred and wriggled at their firm, possessive touches. Ginny spread her legs and took the co*cks inside herself, throwing her head back and grinning to high heaven as they began to brutally f*ck her.
Harry got onto his knees, feeling Fleur touch his hips. He watched his bride get f*cked, and his cheeks flamed up. He panted, his own merely average dick standing shamefully erect as he watched the men pound his beloved. He felt the strain in his aching balls, the virility potion he had been given working it's magic and filling him with enough sem*n for him to ejacul*te numerous times tonight. He felt Fleur press the strap on to his back door, and he hissed, groaning as she rubbed the artificial co*ck against his tight, virgin anus. He bit his lip and braced himself to prepare.
"Do you, Harry Potter," said the minister, "vow to accept any and all affairs your wife commits?"
Fleur thrust into Harry's ass. He gasped and cried out his answer, pained by the penetration: "I do!"
Fleur's tit* bounced, barely contained by the cups of her bra, as she smacked her navel against Harry's back, thrusting the dild* deep into his ass. She pegged him and began to f*ck his ass, grinning at the pathetic noises he made while he watched his wife cheat on him with all the various strapping men who were on standby at the altar. Fleur slapped Harry's buttocks and forced his skinny frame to jerk, his face reddening from pain and foolish pleasure.
"Do you, Ginny Weasley," the minister continued, turning to the redhead as she changed positions, getting on her knees to suck a newcomer's co*ck while another rubbed his dick between her tit* and a third slammed home into her puss*. "Do you vow to cuckold your husband at every opportunity, with any man who crosses your path?"
"Mwah... mmm... yesh, I chew," Ginny managed to say with a mouthful of dick, lewdly grinning as she bobbed her head and smacked her lips.
The minister seemed to accept this as sufficient.
"Do you, Harry," he continued, "vow to watch your wife get f*cked by any man she desires?"
Harry, his body rocking as Fleur drove the massive phallus in and out of his ass, panting and groaning as he was anally pounded, blushed and nodded and breathlessly said:
"Ugh... I dooo...❤"
His tongue lolled out, and he slumped to the floor. Fleur continued to f*ck him, rolling her hips back and forth, slapping her navel against his back and driving the phallus into his asshole. She brutally reamed him, pounding his ass and making him slide back and forth. His body lurched with every impact of her loins, and she shoved him against the floor with the force of her thrusting. The woman's face shone with a radiant contempt.
Ginny spread her ass cheeks, and two men pressed their dicks up her anus. Her tit* bounced from the force of their combined thrust, swinging back and forth as her torso rocked from their thrusting. She was on her hands and knees, now, and one man was jerking himself off next to her face. His hand chafed his co*ck, and she eyed it with a grin, licking her lips. Her buttocks slapped the loins of the men f*cking her, and her tit* jiggled and swayed. Sweat streaked down her form, and she moaned, leering at the co*ck before her eyes.
Harry's body rocked back and forth, and his hips wagged in Fleur's lap, his backside smacking her navel and his anus helplessly gripping the rod of her strap on. Ginny moaned and opened her mouth wide, craning her neck and sticking out her tongue to lick the nearby dick as her ass was pounded, the two men bending over her and reaching around to grab and viciously fondle her tit*. The freckled flesh of her bosom overflowed the men's sizable hands, and her perky buttocks quaked and wobbled, smiting their loins.
"Very well," said the minister, looking at Harry. "You may now kiss the bride."
Harry crawled pathetically forward, Fleur still pounding his ass without the least show of mercy. She walked him forward like she was pushing a wheelbarrow, lifting up his legs and forcing him to advance on his hands alone.
Ginny smiled and kissed the tip of the dick beside her face. The man jerking himself off came all over her mouth, coating her lips with thick, salty sem*n just before Harry was close enough to kiss her.
Ginny licked her lips and gave Harry a heated look. Harry trembled with anticipation, quivering weakly as his co*ck stood erect from Fleur's pounding of his ass, and he inched forward and kissed his wife.
Ginny opened her mouth and thrust her tongue past Harry's lips, deposition a wad of the stranger's sem*n into his mouth.
Harry blushed and shamefully swallowed, pitifully leaking his own ejacul*te onto the floor; only his first of many for the night.
"Ohhh... mmm, Draco! Ahh... ohhh, yesss!"
The enlarged bedframe creaked and groaned, posts thumping the floor and causing it to shake. Skin slapped against skin, and a wet c*nt squelched and slurped as it was churned by a rigid, throbbing co*ck. Ginny's ass wagged in the air, her pert cheeks bobbing as she rode the rod of the man beneath her, rolling her hips from side to side while she basked in the hardness and the heat of his phallus.
Draco Malfoy sneered and stroked Ginny's hips, running his fingers down the woman's waist and gripping her ass, grabbing her backside and yanking it down, pushing the redhead harder and further onto his erection. He f*cked her and growled his appreciation for her tight, salacious body. He f*cked her and slapped her ass and thumped his co*ck deep in her puss*. He eyed her bouncing tit* and licked his lips, ogling this sexy, shameless bitch.
The bed lurched beneath them, jumping and slamming the floor as they f*cked. The entire room seemed to jerk under the force of their colliding loins, Ginny bouncing up and down on Draco's co*ck, riding him with a lusty smile, her tongue lolling out and her face cherry red. She swung her head and shook her hips, stirring herself with his rigid pole. Her thighs flexed, and she grabbed her breasts and tweaked her nipples, blissfully shuddering and basking in her illicit ecstasy. She looked down at Draco with a slavish expression, her face obscene and her body writhing, her lithe and sinuous figure contorting in delectable ways as the man f*cked her.
Harry lay beside them on the bed, listening to his wife as she praised Draco's dick and glorified Draco's sexual prowess. He watched as the pair f*cked furiously right next to him on his bed, and with a shameful expression he thrust into the sex doll that was his partner for the honeymoon. He tried his best to emulate Draco's f*cking of his wife with his blow-up doll. He grabbed stiff, unresponsive, plasticine tit* and thrust into a cold, cramped c*nt. He looked into a crudely painted, expressionless face, a visage that was mockingly impassive as he wagged his scrawny ass and shoved his meager manhood into the unfeeling sex of this sexless object. Even with the doll he couldn't match up to Draco's ministrations.
A little pathetically, Harry sniffled and closed his eyes. He listened as his wife was f*cked, and he f*cked the sex doll. The thing was limp and motionless in his arms, as passionate and receptive as a dead fish, and his pelvis slapped the sex doll's surface. Ginny's body leaped on high, her breasts flying up and falling back down, wobbling and jiggling, her juicy ass quivering, her hips clapping against Draco's. Harry heard this and bit his lip, and he felt hot tears dribble down his cheek. He sniffed and held the sex doll a little more tightly, and he bucked his hips and f*cked it a little harder, pointless though the act was. With the lack of physical enjoyment, Harry felt himself soften inside the cold plastic, not having achieved org*sm and feeling the strain of his blue-balling in his testicl*s. Neither his wife nor her lover noticed, and he doubted they would care either way.
"Yes... yes... YES!❤" Ginny cried, throwing her head and rocking her hips, leaping up and falling back down, crashing into Draco's lap and taking his co*ck deep into her c*nt. "Oh, f*ck, yes!"
Draco slapped Ginny's ass, and jerked his hips and thrust faster, clapping their loins wetly together. He f*cked her harder, and she groped herself and writhed atop him, reveling in their copulation while her husband f*cked a piece of plastic beside them. Draco growled and insulted Ginny, subjecting her to delightful denigration on every basis of distaste and desire. He coarsely questioned her lineage and her chastity, wondering whether she was not, in fact, a promiscuous and disreputable woman.
He called her a slu*t and much worse, and she vigorously agreed with every assertion. Her only objection was that he didn't insult her husband as well, and she said as much as their sexes grappled and their bodies collided, their glinting eyes boring into each other's chests.
So Draco laughed and offhandedly called Harry a limp-wristed puss*. He questioned how someone so pathetic could ever wind up with a nice piece of ass like her for a wife.
Ginny writhed happily and said she asked herself the same question.
"Mmm... I pity him," she moaned, her eyelids fluttering as she neared the peak. "But it's more fun to cheat on a pansy.❤"
"I agree," said Draco, squeezing Ginny's ass and thrusting that much harder into her c*nt.
Ginny beamed and threw back her head.
They came.
Harry listened to all of this, and he miserably snuggled the sex doll.
A/N: Here's an unusual type of thing—probably the closest I've ever gotten to a genuine troll fic. I've always liked harems, and I have a soft spot for super-powered MC fics, but I've generally avoided such pieces in theHarry Potterfandom because they're almost invariably laden with Weasley and Dumbledore bashing, and all kinds of baggage that just pisses me off. This also occurs in theNarutofandom, of course, but it's inHP fics that the worst facets of the Super!MC x harem stories subgenre seem apparent to me.
So I guess you could say I've taken this as an opportunity to vent some old frustrations, haha.
Updated:8-25-17
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