FIC: Deflowering Across Time (Harry Potter) (Patreon)

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: Harry goes back in time to right a wrong and deflower Ginny, and in so doing becomes obsessed with using his time turner to claim more firsts for himself. (Harry/Ginny, Harry/Astoria, Harry/Fleur)

Content Warnings/Themes: Aged-up characters, loss of virginity, virginal blood, manipulation, missionary, doggy style, cowgirl, maledom, femdom, impregnation

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"I can't believe we're doing this," Ginny said in between kisses while stroking Harry's cock. It wasn't the first time she'd touched him like this, but her hand was much more timid this time around, as if she wasn't sure what she was doing. "I thought you fancied Chang."

"Things change," Harry answered while running his hands up her legs until he reached her knickers. "There's no one I'd rather be in this bed with right now than you."

Ginny smiled up at him even while blushing, and unsnapped her bra to free her breasts and leave her fully naked in front of him. "And there's no one I'd rather share my first time with than you. I've wanted you for so long, you know."

"I know," Harry said. He had to pull her hand off of his cock so he could line himself up, and he paused there for a moment to soak it in before penetrating her. He wanted to appreciate everything about deflowering Ginny.

"Do it, Harry," she whispered. "Take me. Take my virginity; it's yours. I'm yours!"

This was just as Harry wanted, and he wasted no more time in making it so. He slid his hips forward and claimed Ginny for himself, savoring her incredible tightness as he did so.

"Oh, Harry!" she whispered, staring up at him in awe, as if she couldn't believe he was inside of her and they were actually having sex. Harry had seen her pinned beneath him before, but this face was new. He loved it, and decided then and there that this had been more than worth all of the effort it had taken him to arrange it.

He felt the barrier of her hymen blocking his path, and after a pause pushed through it. There was a sharp hiss from Ginny as her hymen was pierced, but even though he didn't relish seeing her in pain Harry still smiled with satisfaction. Only one man would ever see the look on Ginny Weasley's face as he claimed her virginity, and now that man was Harry just as she'd always wanted and just as it should always have been.

Harry moved slowly for a few minutes, giving Ginny time to adjust to her lost virginity and the feeling of his cock sliding around inside of her. But eventually her body lost its tension and she let little moans as the pain faded and the pleasure of sex and the elation of giving her first time to the boy she'd always fancied took over. Harry took that as his signal that it was okay to fuck Ginny harder, and so he began to pump his hips back and forth with greater force. Before long he was taking her fast enough that her perky little freckled breasts jiggled every time he thrust deeper into her, and Harry was as interested in that sight as he had always been when he fucked Ginny hard enough to make her tits shake. He lowered his head and took a breast into his mouth.

"Oh, Harry!" Ginny moaned. "It all feels so good! I never knew that having you inside of me would be this good! And I love feeling your tongue on my nipple! Oh, keep going, please!"

While Harry had vivid memories of fucking Ginny just like this and sucking on her tits while he did so, he shared Ginny's fascination with how it all felt right now. It wasn't the first time they'd shared a bed, but Ginny had never felt better around his cock than she did now. She'd always been tight, and physically there may not have been any noticeable difference in this aside from the tearing of her hymen. But there was just something about pushing his cock into her and knowing that no other dick had ever been there that made every deep thrust feel better. Likewise, knowing that his were the first lips to suck on the pale flesh of her tit and the first tongue to touch her nipple filled Harry with pride and made him suck harder and lick faster.

What a fool he'd been to focus on Cho Chang the first time around! She was beautiful, undoubtedly, but between her grieving for Cedric and everything that had been going on in his life their awkward 'relationship' had been doomed before it started. If he'd had the sense to look Ginny's way back then, he probably could have enjoyed all of this. Even with his inability to communicate with any girl other than Hermione back then, Ginny fancied him so much that he was sure she would have taken him into her arms and parted her legs for him if he'd looked her way instead of Cho's.

The original Harry hadn't had the sense to do that, but the new Harry knew better. He'd asked Ginny to stay behind after a DA meeting, and he'd confessed his feelings for her and asked her to be his girlfriend. Her face had lit up, she'd thrown herself into his arms and kissed him fiercely, and Harry kissed her back.

He'd thought it might take weeks or even months to get Ginny into bed, but it turned out that he'd underestimated how much she actually fancied him. She'd tumbled into bed with him after over a half an hour of snogging and petting, and Harry had been all too willing to capitalize on her desire for him. This was what he'd come here for, after all, so there was no sense in waiting.

"Oh, Harry!" Ginny groaned suddenly, grabbing his messy black hair with both hands. "Oh, it's coming! I've touched myself, but this is…ohhh!"

It wasn't the first time Ginny had cum on Harry's cock, but the wideness of her brown eyes, the flush on her face and the way her mouth hung open in disbelief was new. Usually she screamed when she came, but apparently this time around she was too stunned by the intensity of her orgasm to do anything but stare up at him in slack-jawed amazement.

Her pussy always felt amazing, especially when she came, but looking at her face, seeing how overwhelmed she was and knowing that she'd never felt anything like this before was more than Harry could take. He gave her another handful of uneven thrusts, and then he pulled out and decorated her pale breasts and freckled face with his cum.

"That was amazing, Harry," Ginny whispered, still looking dazed.

"Yes," he agreed. "It was." It had been worth coming back for.

As much as he'd enjoyed his actual first time with Ginny, and all of the times that had followed it, it had always bothered him that Dean Thomas had been the one to take her virginity. It should have been him who had the honor of deflowering Ginny. She'd always fancied him, after all. She'd only let Dean touch her and shag her because Harry's attention had been elsewhere, something he'd kicked himself for.

Then he realized that it didn't need to be that way. He was a wizard; why should he settle for living with that regret? So he'd nicked a time turner and gone back in time to his 5th year to get her into bed before Dean could have the chance. He'd known that it would be much easier to make her forget about Michael Corner, who she'd never particularly cared for, than it would have been to get Ginny to have sex with him while dating Dean.

His plan had worked, and now he'd been the one to deflower Ginny just as he should have always been. But now that he knew the pleasure of deflowering a beautiful witch, he knew that he couldn't stop here. Taking Ginny's chastity had been intoxicating, and he needed more. He needed to see how other beautiful women reacted when they gave him their virginities.

Harry had found his new obsession, and with a time turner in his possession there was nothing and no one to stop him from feeding it.

--

Pursuing the future Astoria Malfoy (though she was still Astoria Greengrass, naturally) had been a decision made as much out of spite and vindictiveness as it had been out of a desire to be with the woman herself. Astoria was undeniably a very beautiful woman; every bit as beautiful as her older sister Daphne, who had no shortage of male admirers. But Harry knew loads of beautiful women, and many of them would have been easier and taken much less time and effort to get into bed.

Astoria had been naturally wary of him, and it had taken weeks for her to have an actual conversation with him. In the months that he’d spent in Hogwarts for what would have been his unofficial ‘8th’ year, he could have used his time turner to go and deflower several other witches just as beautiful as her.

It had all been worth it though; he knew that now. In the original version of this year, Astoria had slowly gotten closer to a supposedly redeemed Draco Malfoy. They’d gotten betrothed towards the end of the year, and she’d waited for their wedding night to give him her virginity like a good little pureblood witch was expected to do. But not this time. With Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, Slayer of Voldemort and Savior of the Wizarding World showing interest in her, Astoria had barely given Draco the time of day this time around. She hadn’t opened up to Harry easily or quickly, but he’d been persistent and she’d been curious.

Now he got to enjoy the fruits of his labor and patience, because Astoria Greengrass was on her hands and knees and moaning cutely as he shagged her from behind. She would never be Draco Malfoy’s pureblood virgin bride now, and he would never get to enjoy the pleasure of feeling her beneath him as he claimed her virginity. It was not a reward that Draco had ever deserved for the life he’d led; Astoria’s beauty had been wasted on him.

She wasn’t being wasted now though. The beautiful pureblood had chosen to give her first time to a better man than Draco Malfoy, and Harry was showing her a far more enjoyable first time than the bloody ferret would ever have been able to. Astoria was really getting into it too. He’d been somewhat worried that she might be something of a dead fish. He’d feared that she might just lie there motionless while he humped her, as cold and unwelcoming as the stare in her older sister’s ice blue eyes that scared so many boys away. But Astoria was proving to be anything but a prude or a woman who was afraid to express her enjoyment of what they were doing. She’d been timid at the start, but he’d expected that. He’d just taken a bit of time to relax her and loosen her up with his mouth and fingers, and once he got her moaning and helped her forget about her uneasiness he’d gotten her down on all fours, lined himself up and claimed her virginity.

There had been the whimper of pain from her at first as her hymen was ripped away, but Harry had been as patient in bed with her as he’d been to get her into bed in the first place. He moved slowly in her at first, and he reached between her legs to rub at her clit and give her something to take her mind off of the discomfort she might have felt from having his cock stretch her. It hadn’t taken long for her moans to start up, and Harry had responded by speeding up and fucking her a bit harder. Astoria loved that too. She wasn’t behaving anything like he would have expected the daughter of a traditionalist pureblood family to react, much to his pleasure.

“Yes!” Astoria moaned. “Oh, Harry, it’s so good!” While keeping her hands planted on the bed she started thrusting her hips back at him, causing his hips and her arse to meet with a greater impact that caused a very appealing slapping sound to fill Harry’s room. He’d gotten his own private room as the Head Boy, and he was exploiting that privacy to the fullest now. Any Head Boy who didn’t bring girls back to his room so he could pop their cherries on the bed (larger and far more comfortable than the beds in the student dorms) was utterly wasting the privilege that had been given to him.

Harry was anything but wasteful though. Just as he’d embraced the opportunities that the time turner had offered him, he was making the most of having Astoria Greengrass on her hands and knees in the Head Boy suite. Fucking her was different from fucking Ginny, but just as enjoyable in its own way. She didn’t have the slim body Ginny did, and while he’d always appreciated smacking against Ginny’s tight bum as he nailed her from behind, he could certainly appreciate the way that Astoria’s wider arse jiggled and shook as he fucked her.

That wasn’t to say that Astoria was chubby; she just had wide hips, a big arse and full breasts. Her body was more along the lines of what would be considered conventionally attractive, and Harry was perfectly happy to help himself to that body. His hips smacked against her arse, and he pulled his hand back and gave her the occasional sharp spank that rang out in the suite and never failed to make her moan.

As for her breasts, he didn’t ignore those either. He’d never had tits this big to play with before, and play with them he did. When he wasn’t holding her by the hips or smacking her arse in between thrusts, he reached underneath her body to squeeze her breasts and feel them bounce against his hands while he shagged her from behind. He played with her nipples as well, trying different things out there. Ginny had always liked it when he gave her nipples little rubs with his fingertips, but Astoria’s moans got much louder when he gave her nipples a little pinch.

“Merlin, Harry!” she groaned, impressing him with her ferocity as she kept forcing her hips back to meet his with every thrust. She’d seemed a shy, timid thing before he got her into bed, but Astoria was anything but timid now. Losing her virginity had brought out her inner slut, and Harry loved how eager she was to get fucked and to fuck him back.

“Fuck me!” Astoria screamed, pushing back against him faster now in response to the spanking, the pinching and the harder thrusts he gave her. He hadn’t expected her to be so active in her own deflowering, but he was delighted to see this side of Astoria. Something told him that Draco had never been able to bring this kind of enthusiasm out of her in the original timeline, and he would never get the chance now. He didn’t deserve it anyway. A girl this sexy didn’t belong married to a little prick like Malfoy. She belonged here, down on all fours and getting fucked properly.

Harry gave her what she needed, but more importantly he took what he needed. He’d spent months working to this triumphant moment of claiming Astoria’s virginity before Draco could get his filthy claws into her, and he was reveling in the experience. It was a different sort of feeling from traveling back in time to pop Ginny’s cherry. That had been all about setting things right; her first should always have belonged to him, and would have if he hadn’t been an idiot the first time around. It had been important for him to get to her before Dean did, but it wasn’t anything personal against Dean. He got along fine with Dean, Ginny notwithstanding.

But this was very different. He’d enjoyed deflowering Ginny for his own sake, but taking Astoria’s first time was about denying Draco just as much as it was about his pleasure. Fucking Astoria, feeling her push back against him and listening to her moan in excitement and scream for him to keep fucking her only added to Harry’s pleasure as well as the feeling of superiority within him. Even if Draco never knew that he had initially been the one Astoria gave herself to before Harry’s time traveling, Harry would know. It was something that would make him smile for the rest of his days.

Another thing that made him smile in the here and now was the sound of Astoria screaming like the horny slut she’d always secretly been as the pounding of his cock inside of her, the slap of his right hand on her arse and the pinching of her nipple with his left hand brought her to orgasm. He knew it was the first orgasm a man had ever given her, but it might well have been her first orgasm at all as far as he knew. She didn’t sound prepared for it; he knew that much.

“Pull out, Harry!” she panted once she’d finally stopped screaming with pleasure. He thought she was asking that out of self-preservation, and it tempted him to cum inside of her purely out of spite. “Finish in my mouth! I want to taste it!”

Avoiding a creampie because she wanted to sample the taste of his semen was another story entirely, and Harry would be happy to give her all she could drink. He pulled out of her (though not before giving her a final smack on the arse), and she rolled over onto her back and licked her lips as if inviting him in. Harry shuffled up on the bed until he was crouching above her head, and he shoved his cock into her open mouth. He wasn’t ready to cum just yet, so he thrust down into her and fucked her mouth for a bit. Astoria gagged around his cock, inexperienced and completely unprepared for it. But there were moans mixed in with the gagging; whatever her body said, she knew what she wanted.

Harry’s cock erupted in Astoria’s mouth after a few minutes, and she swallowed his cum as quickly as she could manage. There was way too much of it for a first-timer like her to handle though, so at least half of it wound up spilling out of her mouth and getting all over her cheeks and chin.

He had to hand it to her; this had been an excellent way to finish. Seeing the would-be Astoria Malfoy sprawled out on his bed, freshly deflowered, face covered in cum and looking far more like a Knockturn Alley whore than the daughter of a respected pureblood family, was a memory he wouldn’t forget no matter how far through time he went.

--

There had been other cherries Harry had popped since Astoria, all of them fun. Among them, he’d gone back to fourth year and taken Cho’s virginity the night of the Yule Ball for old time’s sake, and he’d separately deflowered both Padma and Parvati Patil less than a week apart in one single trip back. That one had been rather challenging, but so worth it.

This had been the toughest by far, though the reward also seemed to rise accordingly. Even setting her haughty personality (especially during the period of time he had to return to if he wanted to fuck her before anyone else did) aside, he’d had to create some false grade transcripts, craft a new identity and learn an entirely new language to make this work. But the fabrications he’d made and the months of French lessons he’d taken were a small price to pay now that he had Fleur Delacour in his clutches.

Well, technically he was in her clutches he supposed. He didn’t mind it though. He was used to being the one doing the fucking, but he had no problem being on bottom and letting Fleur bounce on his cock ferociously. She rode him like a woman possessed. Or maybe it would be more appropriate to say she fucked him like an animal in heat. It wasn’t far from the truth. She was mostly human, but she still had veela blood and veela instincts in her. Harry had done his homework on the veela, and he knew that with the proper effort on his part he would be able to drive her so wild with lust that she would pounce on him, rip his clothes off, throw him down and fuck him like an animal.

That was the exact situation he found himself in now. His transfer to Beauxbatons as ‘Benjamin Moriarty’ and his efforts to ingratiate himself to Fleur, demonstrate all of the characteristics that veela found attractive in a potential mate both on a conscious and subconscious level and ensure that he would be within her reach once the lust overwhelmed her had all led up to this. She’d grabbed him out of the Beauxbatons library, all but dragged him back to her room and proceeded to strip him and attack him with a wild desire that might have scared even him if he hadn’t known to expect it.

He did know to expect it though, so he felt nothing but excitement and pleasure as Fleur pinned him to her bed and slammed her hips down onto him like she was racing against time. Even if he hadn’t done some digging and confirmed for himself that she was still virginal at this point in time, he would have known he’d taken her virginity thanks to the trickle of blood when she dropped down onto him the first time. That was the only indication of her lack of previous sexual experience though, because Fleur did not as much as grimace. If there was any pain there, she ignored it entirely and focused only on slamming her body down onto his cock as quickly as she could.

Harry had fucked and deflowered many beautiful women over the course of his time traveling adventures, and he’d seen many unforgettable images along the way. But with all respect due to the other witches he’d fucked, there was simply nothing that could measure up to Fleur Delacour’s naked body bouncing on him. Her body looked every bit as flawless naked as it had any other time he’d seen her, and it looked even better with her riding his cock. She was in all likelihood the most beautiful woman in the world, and Harry now had the honor of being her mate when she lost her virginity. He didn’t know the name of the French bloke who had originally been the one to deflower her, and he didn’t really care either. He was irrelevant; this was all about Harry watching the beautiful veela give in to her urges and slam her body down onto his.

Her perfect apple-shaped arse slapped down against his thighs repeatedly, her round breasts bounced, and her body just in general looked incredible as she rode him hard. There was something amazing to gawk at no matter where Harry looked, but more often than not his eyes wound up returning to her face. There was something about the look there that called out to him even more than watching her drool-worthy veela body impale itself on his cock over and over again. Her deep blue eyes were narrowed in concentration as she rode him, and her tongue poked out from between her lips. It was hardly a dignified expression on her face right now, and ordinarily Fleur would have been aghast to let anyone see her looking this way.

Harry didn’t think that Fleur was really in control of her body right now though; not the Fleur he knew and had talked to. The human side of Fleur seemed to have been overtaken by the veela side, and the veela demanded satisfaction from its mate. It was fairly common knowledge that veela were inherently dominant when having sex, and he’d read that they could be quite aggressive about it if they were sufficiently aroused, but Fleur still exceeded his expectations. This was frantic and desperate; this was a woman whose entire reason for existing had been temporarily reduced to riding the cock of her mate until she’d made him release his seed inside of her. It was easy for him to understand where all the prejudices against veela had come from. It went beyond just their otherworldly beauty. They were sexual beings, and with every drop of her hips that made her arse slap down and hilted his cock inside of her Fleur made it increasingly evident to Harry that the only possible way he might ever fuck another woman like her would be if he found himself shagging another veela.

It was no wonder that there were so many stories of men leaving their girlfriends and/or wives for a veela, because this was something that a man could get hooked on with just a little taste. Even Harry, with all his experience and his vaunted willpower, struggled constantly against the pull to sing her praises and promise her the world if only she kept riding him for even a second longer. The feeling of a tight veela pussy squeezing around your dick while your impossibly beautiful lover rode you like no one else could was enough to drive a man to voluntary servitude.

Harry held himself back from falling fully under her spell, but only just. He held her by the hips, watched her perfect form bounce on him and focused on holding onto his sanity and self-respect until she’d finished and the allure of the veela no longer held him. It was quite possibly the biggest struggle of Harry’s life, but at the same time it proved the truth in the saying that nothing worth doing was easy. The reason he had to fight so hard to hold onto his control was because the pleasure he felt as Fleur fucked him was beyond any he had ever known. Her pussy squeezed around him, trying to milk him of his seed with every drop of her hips, and that struggle between her desire to claim his seed and his desire to hold onto himself brought with it the most exquisite feeling he’d ever had.

As Harry looked up into those determined blue eyes, he remembered once again that thanks to his time turner he was now the only man who had ever shared this view or this feeling with Fleur. Only he knew what it felt like to have Fleur’s pussy slide along his cock, and only he had ever been able to watch her body in motion as she rode him. And when he came inside of her, he would be the first who ever did so.

Harry couldn’t help himself. He grunted, squeezed Fleur’s hips hard and jerked beneath her as he began to cum inside of her. Her pussy tightened on him at that very moment, squeezing around him, holding him in place and making sure that his dick went nowhere until he’d given her every last drop of seed he had. This was the fabled veela orgasm, and it had spelled the doom of countless relationships as man after man fell to its power.

He had never produced as much semen in one shot as he did now; fuck, he wasn’t sure if any entire week’s worth of orgasms could have offered this much! He’d held onto his sanity, but the aroused veela had still claimed the thing it wanted from him above all else.

It was a trade he was more than happy to make.

--

“Aww, damn it! I hate it when we have to bring in wizards!”

Loki frowned at Mobius. “I don’t see what the big deal is. You brought me in, and I’m a god.”

Mobius shook his head. “You’re small time compared to him. That green rage monster that kicked your ass in New York? He could’ve beaten it in five seconds.”

“Don’t be absurd,” Loki said, but Mobius just stared at him. He shifted on his feet and looked to change the subject away from his failure. “If you’re so worried, why bother? How is him impregnating a woman going to interfere with the timeline so much more than any of the other things he did while time traveling?”

“Because Fleur Delacour and Bill Weasley not being there to take in Harry and his friends when they’re on the run is a nexus event,” Mobius said, shaking his head. “And Fleur won’t come to Hogwarts for the tournament if she’s already pregnant, which means she never meets Bill. Which means we have to try and apprehend Harry, even though he could take out a hundred of you at the same time.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Loki snapped.

“I’m serious,” Mobius said, not even looking at him now. “You could summon an entire planet’s worth of Loki variants and it wouldn’t be good enough to stop him. Even Alligator Loki wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

Loki stared at him for several long seconds before deciding that he didn’t even want to know.