Chapter 24 - The 8th One IV

Harry looked down and lustfully cupped her small, soft, taut breasts—the little tips pink, the areola small around it. He fondled them, brushing his thumb over the peaks while drawing more kisses from Ginny. Her body shivered from her sensitive tips.

At the same time, his other hand went down, brushing against her toned belly, into the waistband of her panties. His two fingers curved right away and claimed her soft, scorching petals, slipping between them with the aid of her slick nectar.

She's thirsty. Harry felt her soaked core, more than ready to take him in.

Harry pulled her towards the chair in the middle of the room right then and made her place both her knees on it. "Lower yourself."

"L-Like this?" Ginny felt utterly ashamed in that strange position. She was expecting to do it on the mattress, not on a chair. But she couldn't say no to her long-time crush, and quickly rested her arms on the backrest of the chair, curving her back, and raising her rear for Harry.

Like a hungry lion, Harry clenched both her asscheeks and groped them for a short moment. Ginny trembled a little, never imagining such a thing in such a position. She felt helpless, but thoroughly willing.

Her bottom wasn't plump, but certainly plenty for his pleasure. Her height was an advantage as he didn't have to lower or raise himself to take her.

"Let's get rid of this." Harry tugged on the waistband of her black panties and slid them down the curve of her ass. With her knees on the chair, he let them loosely bunched around on her folded legs.

"Oh!"

Harry grabbed her asscheeks again with both palms and spread them. Her being lithe, he could already see everything, but he still spread her and earned a gasp. The way his hands glided over her smooth skin tickled her core, butterflies of love and lust fluttering in her.

Her skin-colored puckered hole, then her tight, drooling slit of unclaimed wonders, invited his erect need like an evil witch's temptation.

No time to think. Harry knelt on the floor, bringing his face to the same level as Ginny's sultry petals. He could feel the damp warmth radiating the closer his face got to her lower lips, but before having a taste, he spread her pussy lips with his thumbs and teased with a finger.

"Aaah… Mmm…" Ginny moaned right away, her ass quivering.

Harry smirked and used two fingers to rub all over her drooling love hole, coating her with her own juices. Her folds were tight, and her slit so perfectly blended with her skin, unlike other women he had experienced.

Her little nub of nerves was well hidden, her pussy truly the peak perfection in Harry's gaze. So he let it all go. He leaned his face down and probed with his tongue, spreading her and sliding in.

"Ooooh! Harry!" Ginny buckled. Her sensitivity peaked to the extreme.

How will she survive my cock? Harry wondered and continued to eat her out, preparing her for the big push that'd ruin the hidden wall of her innocence inside—her virginity for him to claim.

Harry felt no shame anymore, and he didn't think about holding back. Slowly accepting that his life wouldn't last too long, he just wanted to have as much fun as possible.

He plundered her vulnerable satin flesh, feeling the slick, wet heat inside. Her sweet warmth was to his liking, and his cock stood straight erect in his underwear.

What else? Harry suddenly thought. How else can I taste her? Have her? Plunder her… What? Ugh…

All of a sudden, Harry felt a headache, and his thoughts mixed with something vile and evil.

No! Harry knew it was Voldemort once again trying to break through his mind. No, no!

But Harry felt an innate lust rising, something beastly in his mind. He lapped up her pussy juices and gave long, upward licks that went a little too high and grazed past her back hole too.

No! Not there… I want to devour her every hole… No! Harry cursed, feeling vulnerable like the first time he took Cho. Why isn't it working… Ah…

Harry slammed his face between Ginny's rear, ravaging her molten need with his savage tongue, always giving her a jolt whenever he reached too far up to her back hole.

Stop! Harry pulled himself together and stood up quickly, frantically lowering his underwear and throwing it away. He felt a straining pain in his cock that needed soothing.

"I-ugh… I'm going in…" Harry warned her and positioned himself behind her. His cock was already standing straight, aimed at her slobbering entrance.

"Hmm…" Ginny tightened her hold on the chair's backrest, clenching her teeth. She had heard about it from plenty of other girls. She expected pain, but at the same time, she wanted to feel Harry in her.

Let's shove it all in one g—no! That's cruel! Harry fought against the insane words being sent into his head. He tried to use the same old magic he had learned to fight off the intrusion. But with his heart restless from the revelation of his creeping death, it became more challenging.

Slow, slowly… Harry gripped Ginny's ass from the side, his palms spread, clenching her flesh tightly. He felt his cockhead rest on her entrance, soaking in her juices. Very slow.

"Aaaargh… Ungh! Harry!" Ginny cried loudly.

Harry sweated profusely, noticing his entire bulging cockhead was already shoved into her depth, her petals spread like never before, his entire girth straining against her clenching lower lips. It was so hot inside that he felt like melting and pushing it all in.

His toes clenched and curled, his ass straining and holding himself back from fucking her to ruins. Harry tried his best to go as gentle as possible, and push further in. Her tightness was out of the world, and stopping himself was a desperate struggle.

He had to move his hands and grip her by her very thin waist to hold her in place so the chair wouldn't move. Then, he pulled his cockhead out and once again claimed the heat. With slightly more force, he plunged half of his length in, stopping there and letting Ginny cry in pain—her wall of innocence finally broken.

She teared up, her breath ragged, her entire body shaking. Her pussy clenched so tight that Harry felt he couldn't move. She felt the sensation of something being forced open, torn, and making way.

"Aaah… aaah… hng…" he panted crazily.

Why stop? She's mine now. Harry pulled back his cock an inch and thrust in again with much more force. Spearing through her tight, unclaimed walls, he carved a place for his sizable cock and planted deep to the hilt.

"Oh, oh… s-slow… ah!" Ginny's toes curled right in Harry's sight. But his gaze remained firm on her back, watching his cock resting deep. The sensation was heavenly. The pleasure was unexplainable.

"Ah, ah… aaah!"

When Harry pulled himself back, he watched how her pussylips clenched, suckling alongside his girth, such was her throbbing tightness. But he didn't wait for her to relax and plunged back in, finally starting to fuck Ginny in the true sense.

"Slow… please!"

I can't! Harry sweated, too occupied fighting Voldemort's control to bother with what his body did. His hips pumped back and forth, each time shoving all of his hungry shaft deep till his tip kissed her cervix inside.

He knew his size was too much for a first-timer like Ginny. Even more so when she was so lithe. But he couldn't bring himself to stop. The pleasure was too much, and his balls just wanted to empty themselves inside her.

"Ah, ah oooooh… yess! Harry… yess!" Ginny soon found pleasure in her plunder. The smacking claps of her ass against Harry's thrust felt like music to her ears, finally receiving exactly what she wanted.

Thrust after thrust, she felt him spread her deep, feel him claim her unexplored part. The girth and the size as if they marked her mind, and she yearned to feel him—the sensation, a mess of pain and pleasure.

Yet another witch whore—what? No, she's not! Harry knew it was Voldemort's foul tongue speaking to him. He just focused on fucking Ginny and slowly calm his mind as his mind began getting distracted by the hot, sweet warmth. Oh?

But to his amusement, he felt Ginny reply to his thrusts by gyrating slowly and pounding herself backwards on his cock. It was pure hypnotic fucking, fast and beastly, their primal rhythm based on their pure instincts.

"Aaaangh… it's coming!" Ginny cried and, without realizing, climaxed with an intense explosion of convulsions, releasing a jet of squirt that coated Harry's pumping heat. As his cock moved in and out, her juices infused with her blood leaked out and dripped on the floor.

Harry never stopped the pounding, gripping her waist so tight his fingers left red marks as fiery as her hair. The chair moved, squeaking on the floor, but he never let it fall and fucked her to his satisfaction.

"Ah, ah, ah… oooooh Harry… faster… more… I love it!" Ginny, so sore, couldn't feel the pain anymore. Only pleasure took over her mind.

Yes, ravage her. Ruin her so no other man can ever satisfy her. Make her your whore—that's what matters! Harry heard the words echoing in his head, but he didn't let them control him.

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