Many things had changed in the two months since Hermione found herself pregnant.
Since Harry hadn't been keen on traveling to France for a simple check-up and Ginny was still suspicious about the healers at St. Mungo's, Pansy had been a frequent visitor to the manor, and in all of those visits, Ginny was a spectator.
Harry had been so caught up in his lust that he hadn't realized how unnatural Pansy had been acting around him. With his fiancee in the same room, the former Slytherin had become far more amenable to socializing instead of running away like a predator was after her.
He never intended to make her feel that way, so his interactions with the healer became strictly professional. Ginny had been right. Why was it necessary for him to explore outside the Weasley family?
Of course, if it happened with Pansy naturally, Harry wouldn't attempt to block it. After all, his Ginny forbade him from bedding witches outside the family, but it was fair game if her own attraction caused a witch to join them.
Other than the frequent check-ups with Pansy, not much had changed for Harry. He was still having the time of his life, and other than the occasional prodding by Hermione to pay attention to his business, it was all to his liking.
Well, except for the fact that Ginny and Hermione never offered to have a threesome again. However, he knew how to be patient. Especially when he had the stacked Molly willing to be his busty fit slut whenever he wished, an increasingly kinky Ginny wanting to be more and more involved when he fucked his mistresses, and a permanently horny Hermione that had a significantly increased libido after he impregnated her.
With so many insatiable witches to do, it was nearly impossible to not have patience. And he felt that he would be even more content after today.
Harry shuddered in pleasure as he stared at the woman nursing on his cock. She was his schoolboy dream come true. And one that he never thought would happen in his lifetime.
"Delicious, 'Arry."
"Fuck me," Harry whispered as Fleur Weasley winked at him and softly kissed the tip of his cock.
"What's the rush?" Fleur slowly got off her knees, kissing her way up Harry's body while making sure her large breasts grazed his cock, "We'll get to that soon enough."
Harry's hands let go of the death grip on the armrests and cupped her firm arsecheeks, squeezing them softly as Fleur kissed the corner of his mouth. She had straddled his legs, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck as she rocked back and first slowly with his cock trapped between them.
"You still didn't tell me," Harry resisted capturing Fleur's pouty lips in a kiss, somehow feeling that would be the turning point even though she had already sucked his cock to hardness, "What changed? Bill hates me, and I know that since I felt his glare at the last dinner at Molly's."
Fleur giggled before it quickly became a moan when Harry squeezed her jutting cheeks in a warning. "Bill was more accepting about your relationship with Hermione by then, 'Arry. It was him finding out what you were doing to Molly that brought back his anger."
Harry blinked, his mind recalling what he had done at that dinner. Not that it was hard to do so. It was imprinted in his mind as one of the greatest memories he possessed.
He had come to terms with the fact that he had the same level of sexual degeneracy as Arthur Weasley. The only thing was that it was the exact opposite.
Arthur liked watching his wife get railed till she was deliriously drunk on the cum pumped into her, and Harry loved being the one pumping the cum into Molly. Of course, that love extended to Hermione and Ginny.
And they came to realize it over the two months that had passed. Ginny was willing to play along since she was to be his wife, and she was slowly coming out of her shell. Harry actually thought at times that she loved hearing how he fucked her mum until she was dripping his cum from her holes more than him actually fucking her. He would never know which since he did both at the same time and never intended to stop.
As for Hermione, it was a little different. She was a willing slut for him when they were fucking out of Ron's hearing range, but since the pregnancy, she had become far more conservative when Ron was nearby. Of course, being conservative for Hermione meant that she wouldn't moan like a knockturn whore while she was getting fucked. Still, it was enough of a difference that he asked her about it after one of their sessions.
"I have to practice, Harry. Can you imagine me being such an unrelenting slut when my baby is born? I have to learn how to be quiet when you fuck me."
That reasoning had been stuck in Harry's mind far too prominently. It also brought to the front the idea of getting Hermione with another child soon after she gave birth just so he would be an uncle to two cute children. Besides, he always thought a child should have a sibling.
A few hours before that dinner at the Burrow, Harry had spent the time balls deep in Hermione's cunt, filling her pussy with load after load until it had been dripping down her legs. That was the state in which she arrived at the Burrow. Since George, Charlie, and Percy hadn't been able to attend that day, everyone there knew who was responsible for Hermione's state.
It had been more arousing than it should have been when everyone acted like it was normal. Arousing enough that he boldly pulled Molly into her bedroom.
"Oui," Fleur whispered, "You are thinking of that night?"
Harry shuddered when the Veela rubbed her dripping cunt along his shaft.
"It was… attractive. How you took command," Fleur moaned into his ear, "That convinced me that you should be the one to keep me in check. Who better to have a trusted family member to keep Bill's reputation safe."
"Please," Harry chuckled, "You just wanted to be fucked like Molly."
"Not necessarily," Fleur pressed harder onto his cock, her tight pussy letting his shaft split it apart a little, "As fun as it would be, I like the thought of having that option if I desire to be turned into your personal toy."
Harry squeezed Fleur's arse tightly as he groaned at the thought of recreating what he did with Molly, but on Fleur instead.
There had been plenty of times when Harry had fucked Molly into a drooling stupor, at one time leaving her in a puddle of their combined juices for Arthur to find. But the night of the dinner was their best masterpiece together.
What had been intended to be a quick fuck turned into a marathon. A two-hour-long fuck fest powered by magic, and when that hadn't been sufficient, potions. They might have been able to hide what they had been doing if they reappeared within fifteen minutes like originally planned, but when Molly didn't even have the food ready for the dinner they were invited to, it was hard not to notice their extended absence.
Not that the time away was the only thing that would have given them away.
Harry had made it extremely evident what he had done to Molly. Perhaps it was the frenzy that came with showing what he could do with Hermione with nobody batting an eye, but he wished to replicate that with Molly. To show that there were three women in the Weasley family that he could have at any time, or in Hermione's case, soon to be in the Weasley family.
If it hadn't been for Molly insisting on putting up the silencing charm, everyone in the Burrow would have heard how Harry was destroying the Weasley matriarch and how much she begged for more… when her throat hadn't been filled with his cock.
Harry hissed in pleasure when a tight, warm cunt took the tip of his cock inside.
"I don't appreciate your focus on another witch, 'Arry," Fleur purred as she gently descended on his cock, "You can think about fucking my whore mother-in-law later."
Harry's eyes fluttered as the combination of Fleur's pussy slowly taking in more of his cock and the image of Molly after he was done with her blended in his mind.
The busty MILF had been fucked so well that even magic couldn't hide what Harry had done to her. At least, not the quick spell Molly applied to herself as she attempted to stand on her quivering legs.
The spell had straightened Molly's fiery fair from the bunched-up mess from Harry using it as reins to keep her on his cock when he slammed into her arse. It fixed her teary eyes and smudged lipstick from the furious throatfucking she had experienced. And it repaired her torn clothes from Harry's rush to get his hands on her stacked body.
But that was the extent of the fixes Molly focused on.
Perhaps it had been due to being desensitized to the smell of sex after Harry blew his load of her fat arse and massive tits. Or it could also have been the cum he shot down her throat that made the smell of cum normal to her. Whatever it was, it seemed that Molly 'forgot' to vanish the dried cum on her body before putting on her clothes.
Harry honestly doubted she forgot, and the slutty MILF was well aware of what she was doing. A quick glance at Molly and nothing seemed out of order, but a look longer than a second and it had been easy to discover the evidence was the absolute railing she experienced.
The love marks, and some actual bite marks, on her neck and more leading down her neckline would have been enough as evidence, but the smell of sex surrounding Molly would have been unmistakable.
Harry's mind was brought back from Molly's stacked body when he felt his cock get surrounded by something that could only be heaven.
"Mon Dieu," Fleur moaned into his ear, "Should I be jealous, 'Arry? Am I that undesirable that you think of Molly when you're inside me?"
Fleur squealed loudly when she felt a pleasurable sting on her arse that was accompanied by a shark crack. She dropped her weight on Harry's cock, unintentionally filling herself with too much of it, and shuddered in his arms as she nuzzled into his neck.
"It's hard not to when you were the one that brought it up, slut," Harry growled as he squeezed her jutting cheeks, "Since you want my attention, you have it."
Fleur had to brace herself with her arms on the backrest to not melt into a formless puddle with the force of Harry's thrusts into her pussy, putting her large breasts right in front of his face. Harry could feel his cum-filled balls bounce off the sinful Veela's fat arse, and the slight sling only made him want to pound into her with even more force to make an imprint of himself in her tight pussy.
He captured one of her pink nipples and bit down with just enough force to leave Fleur moaning before sucking on the tit as he fucked her.
"OUI! FUCK ME!"
Harry growled before hauling her up as he stood from the loveseat before turning and dumping a delirious Fleur on the vacated space. She barely got out the whine of having her pussy missing a cock filling it before he was back on top of her.
Fleur squealed were muffled from the cushions as Harry pushed on the back of her head as he fucked down into her cunt with bruising force, bouncing her fat arse repeatedly under his pounding hips.
"I'm about to come, Fleur," Harry growled, "Right in your cunt!"
Fleur screamed into the loveseat, something that sounded like permission to Harry. The way she was trying to meet his hips with her arse certainly pointed toward that.
Harry leaned back, letting go of Fleur's silky hair to grip her wide hips, and rammed his cock as deep as it could go into her cunt.
His vision turned white as his entire being was focused on one thing. Filling Fleur's well-fucked pussy with his seed until it was dripping with it.
"FUCK!" Harry made a short thrust into her cunt, drawing a whorish moan from her, "YES!"
He shuddered as he pulled out and slammed himself back in, restarting the blasts of cum into the deepest part of Fleur's cunt.
Only when Harry was sure his balls had fully emptied themselves into Fleur did he finally start to pull out. But even that was a fight. The warmth of Fleur's pussy and the way she was clinging to his cock made it hard to leave.
Still, seeing the aftermath was just as good as the fucking itself. Fleur Weasley had her face buried in the cushions of his loveseat, fingers gripping the sides for some type of grip, and her arse was high in the air, still bring red from the rough pounding it received.
The part Harry liked the most was his cum leaking out of her abused pussy. He felt his cock hardening again as he imagined a repeat. If Fleur was up to it, he could easily spend all day in her cunt until she wouldn't be able to walk the next day, magic or no magic.
He reached out and slapped her juicy arse before stopping it from jiggling by sinking his fingers into her cheek, drawing a weak moan from Fleur. "Is this it? I thought you would have more stamina than my other girls."
Fleur finally pulled her face out of the loveseat and glared at him with teary, satisfied blue eyes. "I can take you all day, 'Arry."
Harry immediately lined himself up with her cum-filled cunt and said, "Good."