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“Oh my god baby, that feels so fucking good!!”
Hermione isn’t lucid enough to give a response. As Ron is pounding into her tightest hole, she snores, blissfully unaware of what is happening in the vicinity of her luscious ass.
Ron is spreading her plump cheeks wide to take in the glorious sight. The sensations of her anus gripping and squeezing the full length of his massive cock are exquisite. Her ass is so tight that it’s like a cock ring at the base, keeping all of the blood in his penis, and he’s afraid that he’s going to climax too soon, the sensation is so intense. The smooth muscles of her sphincter are rhythmically massaging him along his entire shaft, and as he thrusts in, and pulls out, the squeezing clench gives him the most insane experience of his life.
Ron cannot think of a single thing that can top this.
Successfully saving Quidditch goals and leading Gryffindor to victory in spite of that poncy prat’s insulting ditty? Retrieving the Sword of Godric Gryffindor from the bottom of that icy pond? Kissing Hermione for the first time after he finally showed her how much he truly saw her passions and valued her for them in the hallway next to the Room of Requirement? Getting to marry the love of his life? Witnessing the birth of their children?
All of them were pale, mooncast shadows compared to this moment right here. The experience of claiming the most intimate and private part of Hermione, that part of her which had been denied to him for literal years.
Finally.
It was everything that he had ever dreamed it could be, and more. It felt like a homecoming. It felt like bliss. It felt like what Muggles call Nirvana. Hermione would probably call it transcendental. She liked using big words like that.
Phantasmagoric. That’s another word he’s heard her use. Phantasmagoric. It was phantasmagoric.
Regardless, it’s life changing. Now that he’s been able to finally experience this, he has to do this with her again. It’s his first time having anal sex with the love of his life, and he already knows that he’s going to need to make it a recurring event.
The strain of trying to hold back his climax is starting to become too great. He grips her voluptuous hips even harder with his freckled hands as he keeps thrusting deeper, the sensations along his thick shaft driving him more feral and savage. The sound of his pelvis smacking into her broad buttocks makes an obscenely repetitive slapping percussion that thrums evocatively in his ears, making the whole encounter perversely lewd and drives him even more wild as he frantically fucks his drugged wife. His eyes keep tracing the pathway his cock makes inside of her taut hole, and the perverse sight of the first inch of her anus sliding out along with every retracting pull of his giant throbbing manhood amps up the intensity of the impending orgasm. He bites it back by the skin of his teeth, refusing to come yet.
“Oh Merlin baby, I wish that you could understand how hot this is. It’s like your ass wants me in there as much as I want to be in there!” he grunts out roughly. Sweat is dripping into his eyes from how much control he is exerting over keeping the deluge of lust at bay. His red fringe is soaked and he has to keep flicking his head back to keep it from impairing his vision. He can’t afford to waste a single moment of this experience. The thought of wearing a bandana on his brow next time passes through his mind, but is quickly lost to the sensations suffusing his body straight from Hermione’s ass through his cock to his brain.
His large hands hold on to her hips like he’s gripping his broom recreating the Wronski Feint, the tendons in his arms taut like a bowstring, the exertion of his rocking hips and keeping his orgasm from cresting causing his body to shake from the pressure. He truly doesn’t know how much longer he can last.
Hermione suddenly moaned sleepily under him, and he felt her bearing down even tighter against his shaft. The sensations became too much, and he lost the last of his control.
Ron’s eyes rolled back into his head, and he loudly moaned right alongside his wife. The orgasm overtook his entire body. His cock was pulsating and throbbing uncontrollably, strongly, and it was going on for such a long time. He felt his cock shooting out geysers of molten love sap greasing the deepest recesses of her rectum. Adjusting his momentum to a slower pace, he thrust a few more times, and then unexpectedly passed out on top of his slumbering spouse.
The last coherent thought he had before losing consciousness, was that he was glad that he had contrived to have Rose and Hugo over at the Burrow for the night.
Ron was known as a master strategist for a reason, after all. This night was carefully planned, and was many months—actually to be perfectly honest, years—in the making. It wouldn’t have been necessary at all, if Hermione had just consented to trying anal in the first place. It was positively criminal that an ass as spectacular as hers wasn’t being tapped.
Well, that crime had finally been rectified.
Ron had always been drawn to Hermione’s gloriously curvy figure. The svelte hourglass she sported underneath her frumpy Hogwarts robes was such a delight to explore once they finally got past their awkward stage and started dating officially once the War was over. The pleasure of running his large hands over her soft curves was a carnal pleasure unmatched by any other encounter he’d had prior to getting together with Hermione.
Hermione certainly had not been shy in her attentions toward him either. After they started dating, she was always telling him how much she loved his tall stature, his muscular build, and rugged good looks.
Ron loved their sexual chemistry. They rarely went a day without frantically fucking like house elves in broom cupboards trying to not get caught by their Wizarding families. Sometimes they went at it several times a day. It was so damn sexy when she would take charge and ride his cock until he couldn’t see straight and wring his balls dry of cum.
Not only that, he loved pleasuring her too. He would sometimes seduce her to the point that her breasts had been kneaded almost to the point of bruising, her nipples sucked until they were stiffened, glossy, and darkened beyond their normal color, and his head between her thighs was squeezed and his hair almost pulled out by the roots, she was so wild in how hard she would come on his tongue. Her neck would be so covered in round love bites, Ginny would tell Hermione that Ron must have been turned into a vampire, and he would smirk proudly at the ribbing he got over the prowess he exhibited over making sure she was well satisfied.
Hermione also took great delight in sucking him off expertly as well. She could deep throat his cock like a gulping plimpy, and after she learned how, never even gagged. She got off on the act almost as much as she did around his jack hammering shaft, with his large strong thumb pressing on her clit like an up button for a lift to heaven.
They complemented each other well outside of the bedroom too, perfectly matched in most ways. Ron’s loyalty and charm. Hermione’s passionate defense of the weak, coupled with her fierce intelligence.
However, there was one small area where they disagreed. To be perfectly honest, it wasn’t small. It was the exact shape and size of her generous ass. Ron loved it. He worshipped it. There was hardly a moment where he wasn’t palming her meaty bottom, squeezing and massaging it. He’d begged, more than once—on his actual knees—to let him fuck it. But she had always refused.
In the beginning, Ron had played it cool. He chose to not make a big deal out of it, and hoped she would eventually warm up to the idea, would give him that last frontier of her body that he so desperately wished to explore. This hope was in vain however.
“Ron, I am just not comfortable with doing that with you! With anyone!” Hermione had cried at him during the last of their rows over the matter. Amber brown eyes welling with tears, she had turned away from him during the argument, and crossed her arms in front of herself protectively. “Why do you keep insisting on wanting to do that with me?!” Her face had twisted into a visage of disgust and revulsion.
“Because ‘Mione, I love you! I love you so much, and I want to experience every intimate part of you! I’m not ashamed of that aspect of you! Why are you acting ashamed of it? I’m not ashamed of it! I love it! It’s the most sexy thing on your body, and I love it!” He’d felt his pleading face contort into anguish, and his icy blue eyes threaten to brim over with tears.
“How can you claim to love me, if you want to do that, in my — in my —” she’d faltered over the phrasing, her shame overwhelming her. “Why do you want to fuck my ass Ron??” Hermione whipped her face towards him again. “It’s disgusting! It’s not meant for sexual intercourse! It’s part of the digestive system for God’s sake! Of course I’m ashamed of that part of myself! Any normal person would be!”
“Oh Hermione,” he’d tried to croon at her, but she’d stalked away from him, having none of it.
“Baby, I’m not ashamed of that part of you! I love every single glorious inch of you! And it’s not disgusting!” He’d finally caught up to her, and turned her forcibly by the shoulder. “It’s the sign of how much I love you. That I want to be able to experience that kind of intimacy with you! You’re my wife! I love you so much. I just want to be able to show you how deeply I love you, that I want to have that part of you that you’re so embarrassed about, too.”
She’d allowed herself to be cajoled for a moment, and quietly whimpered, “but I’ve always been ashamed about that part of myself. And especially ever since I gave birth at St Mungo’s — God it was so mortifying having bowel movements with both Rose and Hugo!” The admission wailed out of her in throes of despair, and he’d comforted her with one of his bone crushing hugs that he knew she loved so much.
“‘Mione, ‘Mione, shush, it’s okay. I wasn’t bothered by that at all. The staff at St Mungo’s weren’t bothered by that either! It’s what we have scourgifies for, afterall!” He gently stroked her fluffy, bushy hair and he held her in his arms. The shaking tremors of her sobs began to abate after a few moments, and her weeping eventually calmed down.
Ron resolved then and there, that he would never openly bring up his need for her ass again. If he pressed her any further, Hermione would draw away, and he might lose her. This was not a risk he was willing to take. He was just going to have to be strategic about it.
In the present moment, he perks back up again. Hermione is still peacefully asleep, her butt propped up on the pile of pillows, he had thoughtfully placed her on so that he could angle himself into her tightest passageway just right. The sensations of her still gripping him from base to tip are sexually comforting and stimulating. Sprawling over her, covering her from head to toe with his larger and longer frame, they’re like the top of those Russian stacking dolls that Muggles like to display in their homes. Ron feels very cozy, but he’s worried about crushing Hermione.
He pulls out of her anus, wincing briefly as he moves, and at the way the clenching of her sphincter squeezes every last drop of cum out of his cock. He glances down at his spunk, lube and slight fecal matter covered phallus, droplets of semen clinging to the reddish tip. It’s still rock hard, even after that expenditure of pure, raw sexual energy that he’d exerted.
‘It’s a good thing that I dosed her with that specialty variant of Dreamless Sleep potion’ he thought to himself. ‘Otherwise, she might have woken up from all of that…..’
Ron looks over his gorgeous wife as she continues to snore away the entire incident. Her face is peaceful and content, her sweat soaked curls sticking to her face in that adorable way that she always looked post coitus, and he smiled in happiness at her. The love he had for her was truly overwhelming at times.
‘Merlin, I wish that she was able to be awake for this.’
The entire experience would have been even better with her willing and nubile body moving along with him, moaning her pleasure as he thrust so very deeply in her tightest hole. Maybe he could have fingered her as he did. Their favorite position was missionary, because of how much attention he was able to give her clitoris while they passionately and loudly fucked.
He pictured fucking her ass, and spreading her cunt deep and wide with his fingers and then stroking her clit with his thumb all at the same time — Merlin that would have probably gotten a monstrous orgasm out of her. What would it have been like if she was orgasming on his thick shaft as he was plunging inside of her again, and again and again?
His cock twitches against his firm stomach just thinking about it.
Ron sighs in mild disappointment for what he knows he will never have. Hermione would never allow this to happen.
Divorce was simply not an option. They both loved each other too much. So Ron just had to get a little—creative—with his approach to finally fulfilling his sexual needs. Because it had been very much a NEED for him to finally plumb that ass. Now that he had breached that barrier, now that he had finally crossed the Rubicon, he knew that he was never going to be able to go without anal sex with Hermione ever again.
It was just too good.
“Maybe I can stimulate her anyway? It won’t be the same, but maybe I can still feel her clamping down on me if I rub on her clit, next time?” he ponders out loud.
Ron nods to himself, pleased with his idea. He doesn’t want Hermione to not feel pleasure from these encounters, even if she will be asleep for them. He isn’t selfish afterall!
Feeling so much better about himself, he gets up to check on the Wizarding camera that he had covertly set up. He confirms that it had been taking photographs of the session. Making certain that it is up for more footage, he prepares himself for going into that scrumptious ass once again before the morning.
Repositioning the camera on its tripod, he makes sure that a close up shot of her puckered asshole is featured in the shot. His erection still rockhard, he walks back to his wife, and then reverently stares at her gloriously ruined ass. It’s the first time it’s ever been penetrated, and it was his cock that got to experience it.
Merlin’s Balls was it worth it. It was truly amazing.
Still high on the licentious delights he had experienced, he realizes he needs to savor the moment some more. He grips her milky white cheeks and spreads them wider, taking in the sight of his creamy spend oozing out of her body. Spreading his large hand with the fingers splayed over both sides like a concert pianist, he uses his other hand to gently rub his semen all over the brownish exit, and then gently pushes his index finger inside. He feels her muscles responding to the intrusion, and his jaw drops in the pleasures the sensations give him. Even after that insane first time, when he was pounding her hard because of how the carnality overtook him with the intensity of the pleasure, she is still so responsively tight!
“Merlin ‘Mione, I wish that you could just see how fucking sexy this is!” he groans out. His face develops a picture of awe and worship as he watches his spend act as lube for his digit, the muscles of her body gripping him tightly, even on just his finger.
“I just love you so much baby. It was so amazing. I just knew it would be that good.” His pleading face gives into further expressions of deep devotion and longing for this woman that he has loved for most of his life. The mother of their beautiful children. His staunchest supporter. The woman who moves heaven and earth for their family, and for those that are victimized by society. Ron just loves her so much. It’s why he couldn’t ever consider leaving her over something like anal. He knew that Hermione would just never understand. The fights had been full of angst and tears on both sides. After realizing that she would never agree, Ron backed down. There were other ways to get what he wanted, and he just had to be strategic was all.
Winning by strategic means was oh so satisfying in the end.
Hermione gets to feel like she never has to deal with those arguments again. Because–she won’t.
Ron finally gets to experience anal with his beloved wife. No crying. No tears. No judgments about his sexuality. No more hearing “if you want to fuck an ass, why not just go fuck a Wizard! It’s not normal sex!” He huffs to himself at the memory of that argument.
How could Ron explain to her, when she was being so close-minded about the whole thing? How could he explain just the amount of intimacy that he was able to have with her doing this? How deeply the connection felt? How it was beyond anything he had ever felt before? How he had known the whole time how fucking good it would be? Hermione was so focused on her shame about that part of herself. She would never understand how something that she was mortified over, could give him so much physical pleasure, and stimulate his reward center that much. She would never understand just how much more deeply he could love her, because of doing that with her.
“Oh ‘Mione, I wish I could show you just how much I love you. I love every single part of you. Even those parts that you’re so ashamed of.” Feeling his eyes well up with tears, he blinks them away. He doesn’t have time to waste on blubbering. He has to make the most of this night.
He reluctantly pulls his finger out of her body, and then goes back to the camera, and sets it back up for another photo session of him fully penetrating Hermione again.
Ron has been deprived of this sensation for so long, he figures that he has at least another two bouts in him before he has to get his wife cleaned up, and healed before morning. He’ll also need to modify her memories, so that she remembers having an amazing night of normal lovemaking, so she doesn’t get suspicious about just passing out after she had drunk her spiked wine. It’s uncertain when he’ll be able to realistically get the sprogs over to the Burrow for an overnight visit again, and he wants to wring every ounce of pleasure from Hermione while she’s like this that he can.
Wizarding photographs do make home pornography very effective and titillating, but those were only a stopgap for the real thing. They only remind him of the sensations. They’re not able to give him the feelings that he desperately needs.
He needs to fill up his wank bank as much as possible until he can have her ass again. And right now, he needs to feel that tight sphincter rhythmically massage his cock into a gloriously spectacular release.
Turning back to see Hermione peacefully slumbering, ass still up in the air, Ron proudly smirks. He flicks his bright reddish hair out of his icy blue eyes, and prepares to plunder his wife’s hoarded treasure once again.
Ron resolves to himself that he’s going to treat Hermione to the best day of her life tomorrow. His heart is overflowing with the amount of love he feels towards her. He wants to spoil his sexy wife with the best outing possible. She’s earned it. She was so good tonight, even though she won’t remember just why she was so good. Hermione was so amazing even just so far, she deserves all of the time spent in Flourish and Blotts that she wants, and the best lunch, and ice cream afterwards.
She’s been just such a good girl.
“Alright baby, let’s see how great round two feels!” Ron grips his thick meaty shaft in his massive hand, and goes back in for another plunge. Unlike last time, where he was merely hoping that it was going to be amazing, this time he knows that it’s going to feel so fucking good.