Harry still got a thrill from this. Even though it had been nearly a year since it had first started.
Arthur cleared his throat. "So, Harry. Gin told me that you both have finally set the date."
"That's right," Harry smiled calmly. "She finally feels it's the right time to have a wedding."
"I'm happy for you," Arthur got up and patted his shoulder like a proud father, beaming with happiness. "I thought it was silly to delay this long, but I'm glad it's finally time!"
Harry's eyes twitched. He clenched his hand on the couch's armrest before saying, "Thank you, Arthur. I don't know why either."
*Pop*
"Really? It's obvious why, and both of you know it."
Harry had played along with their wish as well as he could, but Molly speaking directly to them meant it was no longer necessary to act like she was invisible.
He looked down, eyes darkening at the treat kneeling between his legs.
Molly Weasley, in all her big-breasted, thin-waisted, fat-arsed glory. She might have stopped sucking on his cock to speak, but her hand didn't stop milking him, keeping his shaft as hard as ever until her mouth was available again.
"This better be important enough to take my cock out of your mouth," Harry growled in frustration.
"Really, Harry?" Molly rolled her brown eyes. "When was the last time you left unsatisfied?"
He grunted, not wanting to give that the obvious answer, and reached down to knot Molly's red hair into his fist, pulling her face closer until every pump of her hands made his cock bounce off her cheeks.
She rolled her eyes again but didn't move to avoid his cock leaving precum on her face.
"Sweetheart, you were saying something?" Arthur asked like nothing out of the ordinary was happening. To be fair, to him, it was true. He had seen Molly in states far worse than this.
"Right, Ginny," Molly's tongue peeked out to lick up the precum left at the corner of her lips. "It was mainly Hermione that stopped the wedding. That adorable child might be a Granger in name, but we all know the baby girl is a Potter."
Harry's heart was flooded with love when he thought about his daughter. Unfortunately, it wasn't all sweet. Thanks to the marvel of magic, Hermione had fully recovered from the birth in a few days. The private celebration Harry and Hermione had got… out of control, to say the least.
In more detail, Hermione was baby crazy. Harry wasn't much better. It was with no exaggeration that they spent most of that day fucking, with Harry cumming deep inside Hermione's pussy every time he orgasmed.
And it was no surprise that Hermione limped back home and proudly announced to Ron that Harry had put another baby inside her womb.
"Look at this little pervert," Molly giggled, doing all sorts of wonderful things to her massive tits. "He can't even hide that he's thinking about Hermione."
She wasn't wrong. Harry's cock was drooling precum onto Molly's face.
"Oh, hell," Harry shuddered when Molly finally fought against his grip and pulled back slightly, only to give an open-mouthed kiss to his leaking cockhead and sucking the tip into her warm mouth.
*Pop*
His cock was no longer leaking like a broken faucet, at least for now.
"Anyway, Gin knows if she delays anymore, Hermione will be showing again," Molly said to Arthur. "Hermione refused to be the maid of honor last time because she was too pregnant."
"So we have Hermione's pregnancy to thank for the upcoming wedding?" Arthur asked incredulously.
"Yes," Molly replied matter-of-factly before turning to Harry. "Honestly, dear, you don't have to pull on my hair to convince me."
Harry groaned loudly when Molly throated his cock to the hilt, sticking her tongue out to lap at his balls before humming around the shaft blocking her airway.
His other hand joined the one already behind Molly's head and held her tight. He made small thrusts into her mouth, drawing wet choking sounds that made his cock hard as iron.
"I've said this before, but I need to make sure you know this," Harry panted as Molly swallowed around his cock. "You're an idiot, Arthur."
He had two ways of dealing with the reality of his new life. Intimate times meant he was allowed to be unhinged. In every other situation, he was the model hero for the Wizarding World, never even dreaming of the depravity that he had become accustomed to.
"I know," Arthur's voice cracked, his hand inside his trousers.
"I am thankful to see how you act with Molly," Harry said viciously. "It tells me what I must do to make Ginny happy."
Molly choked louder, spittle escaped the tight stretch of her lips around the base of his cock.
"And I get a witch like Molly at my beck and call," Harry's eye fluttered when he withdrew his cock a bit before slamming it back to the root into Molly's throat. "I dream of Ginny being as much a slut for me as her mum is, and because of you, I know how to keep her in line."
"Merlin…"
Harry ignored the whisper from Arthur and stared at Molly, grinning at how her legs quivered and the floor beneath her got suspiciously wet. He went wild, fucking her mouth just like he would her pussy.
After all the times he had railed her over the past year, Molly had become an expert at taking Harry's cock, no matter the hole. Her pussy, mouth, or ass had been accustomed to experiencing the delicious stretch of his cock pounding into them.
"Fuck! Yes!" Harry slammed his cock into Molly's throat, leaving it hilted in her warmth and his balls resting on her chin, enjoying the sound and feel of her gags before he let go.
He kept her lips kissing the base of his shaft as he unloaded his cum into her stomach. He could feel Molly swallowing what he had to give eagerly, her hands gently massaging his balls to empty everything inside into her mouth.
Harry finally released his hands from Molly's head, leaving her to do what she wished. She chose to pull back slowly, sucking all the way up, leaving his shaft clean, until she let his cock free of her mouth with a small pop.
"How was that, Harry?" Molly asked in a raspy voice.
"Brilliant. Ten out of ten," Harry stroked her red hair. "Like always, you're the best cocksucker I've had."
Arthur groaned, making them glance at him to see the man slumped over with his hand still in his trousers.
"Thank you, dear," Molly kissed his cock playfully. "That's such a nice compliment."
Harry ignored how he was getting hard again and laughed at her words.
"Do try to convince Gin that children won't ruin her career," Molly stood up in all her voluptuous glory. "I love your daughter with Hermione, but it would be nice to have Weasley children again."
"Uh, sure," Harry stared at her fat arse jiggle when she moved to put on her robes. "But you know Ginny, she's stubborn."
"Honestly," Molly sounded exasperated, "If you can't convince her, let her know you're going to put one in her mum. That will get her going."
With that bombshell, Molly walked off to clean up, leaving a wide-eyed Harry and Arthur staring after her.
After a moment, Harry spoke with conviction. "I'm going put a baby in Molly."
He looked at Arthur to see the man almost drooling at the thought, his cock straining the wet spot in his trousers.
Looks like it'll happen.