Star Of The Weasley Family 11: What’s Better Than Chocolate? Two Chocolates! (Patreon)

The Christmas holidays came soon after the entire Ministry, Malfoy's inheritance, and the Daphne incident. Although Ron loved to stay in school, this time, he couldn't wait to head home and find some peace.

But soon, an invitation bearing the wax seal of House Black came. It turns out Sirius Black hadn’t forgotten who had helped catch Peter Pettigrew, capture Voldemort, and release him from Azkaban.

So, a day before Christmas, Ron wore a fine, deep red suit, combed his hair nicely, and arrived at 12 Grimmauld Place using the Floo Network. He was instantly taken aback by the lively atmosphere and the Christmas decorations in the big main living room.

As soon as he stepped out of the fireplace, it lit up back to a normal fire. Right there, a few people were sitting on the big couch, looking at him with interest.

"Professor Lupin." Ron chirped.

Remus smiled widely and got up, eventually giving Ron a light hug. "Finally, the main character is here. Come, everyone's waiting for you."

"He's tall."

Ron heard the feminine voice and looked over. It was someone a head shorter than him, her hair a shade of light purple. Her face was heart-shaped, and her dark eyes twinkled.

"This is Auror Nymphadora Tonks," Remus introduced.

Tonks seemed to have a distaste for her first name as she approached Ron to shake hands, "Just call me Tonks, Ron."

"Nice to meet you…" Ron lost words midway as he watched Tonk's hair color change and turn bright pink. "What?!"

Remus sighed and stepped away, "You two talk. I'll look for Sirius."

Ron nodded and focused on the peculiar woman, "How did you do that?"

"I'm a Metamorphmagus, can change my appearance at will," Tonks explained, changing the shape of her nose a little. "See."

"You can change everything then?" Ron asked, "Face, body… even."

When Ron said those last words, he couldn't help but look at her particularly small mounds, hidden under the tube top and visible through her open cloak around her shoulders.

"Heh—" Tonks noticed it and teasingly did it. "Of course."

"Blimey!" Right in front of Ron's eyes, Tonk’s twin peaks grew in size so much that the tube top appeared to struggle to hold her. The cleavage changed from a flatland to a deep valley.

‘Professor Lupin is lucky.’

Pop!

"..."

"..."

Ron forgot his greatest gift was his luck. Just when he was going to ask Tonks to stop, her tube top slid down, and the twin, massive globes popped out. Since her size was small before, she never bothered to wear a bra, so two of the softest, most pristine mounds he had ever seen dangled before him—creamy pale, light red small areolas and the perfect, smooth tiny buds atop.

"Ah!" Tonk's face turned red, and she quickly reduced her size to the usual flatness. She pulled the tube top back up embarrassingly, averting her gaze from Ron. But in doing so, she looked down and noticed a massive bulge in his pants. "Mm… big."

"What?"

She turned around to leave by then, but not before she winked at him.

Ron only felt more heated up after that. Merlin's beard! Those were amazing!

It was definitely an amazing start to the evening party.

Soon, he found Harry and Hermione as well, speaking with Sirius Black and a few other people from the Ministry, such as Shacklebolt. Though somewhere in his heart Ron wondered how Madam Bones was doing. It was already Christmas, and it had almost been six months into pregnancy for her.

Maybe I should visit her once. It's the least I can do.

"You look rather… dashing." Hermione complimented seeing Ron in a suit. She and Harry were dressed very casually for the night: a pair of jeans, shirts, and sweaters.

Ron looked at Hermione's face, and indeed, she looked great as always. Her bushy brown hair was untied and flowing freely. Her lovely face and those thin lips had a constant smile. He wanted to take her somewhere and kiss her, but the place was getting crowded.

"Ron!" Sirius hugged him as soon as he got a chance, "You're one strong boy."

Ron chuckled, a little embarrassed. But his confidence had never been higher than now. "Thank you, Sirius. I'm happy to see you out of Azkaban."

"And now you put plenty more of them back in there." Sirius added, "Including that Lucius. Ah, the joy in my heart—let's party all night!"

It was a party indeed. Infinite food and drinks and music that slowly grew louder. Plenty of couples were there, and even Cho Chang appeared at Harry's invitation.

As the night approached, most guests started to leave, but a few chose to stay since the mansion had plenty of empty rooms.

Sirius didn't even care and let them rest wherever they wanted. Of course, Ron and Hermione followed Harry and saw him enter one of the rooms with Cho. They sighed and decided to rest too—together.

Is it happening? Ron wondered as he entered the adjacent room with Hermione and locked the door behind him. He could feel the shyness on Hermione's pale face. Her hands rubbed each other nervously.

"It's cold," Ron said as he took off his blazer and tie, then the shoes. He went ahead and sat down on the king-sized bed in the modest, clean room.

Hermione nodded and followed him. She sat down beside him, close enough that her entire side touched Ron's. She still chose not to say anything and continued to stare down nervously.

Brimming with confidence, Ron gulped and gently took her hand in his. It was cold, yet sweating. He knew this was her first time ever being that close with a boy—officially.

So it's not happening?

"What are you planning on doing later this holiday?" He asked.

"Study."

Ugh, these one-word answers. Ron caressed her hand in his and looked at her face intensely until she looked at him too. Their eyes locked, and an antsy glint shined in Hermione's brown eyes.

Ron gently leaned in as Hermione inched closer, and their lips met in an innocent little kiss. Ron wasn’t surprised at all; he knew he had to take charge and quickly moved his tongue to pry on her lips. His hands moved slowly up her soft thigh, and finally caught hold of her waist.

He pulled her in closer as his tongue explored her willing mouth. Their tongues gently caressing each other, exchanging passionate heat. Ron’s fingers kneaded their way back as they explored her shivering, fleshy waist and curving hips.

Feeling the heat buildup inside, Ron couldn’t wait anymore. He abruptly helped her up to stand, pulling on her sweater and shirt, wildly unzipping her jeans as they moved between kisses. Hermione also reciprocated, panting between each deep kiss, unbuttoning Ron’s shirt, and gliding her delicate fingers all over his chest and abs.

They both tugged on each other pants, pulling them off and kicking them away fervently.

Now left only in their underwear, Hermione could finally feel the touch of his skin on her own. As if she finally realized it, she moved back, covering her delicate powder pink bra with her arms, looking down as she bit her lips in shame and wonder.

Ron couldn’t take his eyes off her—her smooth pale skin, those perky mounds, that innocent look on her face. All he wanted to do now was have her, take her, and show her the love she deserved.

“You’re so beautiful…” He muttered as he pulled her closer by her smooth, silky waist.

Ron kissed her again, this time with even more heat as he felt the thirst creeping up his own belly. His tongue caressed her lips, explored the depths of her mouth, and guided her with little suck and nibbles.

Hermione lost all defenses when she felt the gentle care of his hands around her waist, moving back to tickle her back with his fingers, and eventually resting on her fleshy rear. She drowned in their kiss, delighted when his lips started to move down her jaw, licking the white skin of her neck. She allowed him to move her body, gently pushing her back.

“Oh!” She yelped a little, soft moan as she fell onto the bed.

Even if Hermione was a little weary, she couldn’t help but feel the yearning when she saw Ron kneeling on the bed, moving closer as he leaned over her.

“Oh, Ron…” her delicate hands called out to him in a beckoning gesture.

Ron buried his face at the crux of her neck, sucking, nibbling and licking. His hands weren’t idle either, circling behind her to unclasp her bra, taking it off for her, and setting her perky mounds free. His head came lower, licking his way to her upper chest as his left palm found one of her delicate hills. His right palm kneaded her curving flank, the same way he milked her breast with his left, causing her to shudder under him.

Ron’s lips finally reached her breast, flicking her pink, budding nipple with his tongue.

Hermione’s body twitched at the suddenly ticklish feeling but eventually placed her arms around Ron’s neck as he started suckling on her precious buds, craving for warmth. He licked and nibbled and caressed, enjoying her creamy flesh even if there was less than his previous encounters. He left red marks with his mouth on her soft flesh while his fingers pinched and flicked her flushing nipple, hardening to his touch.

Her size didn’t matter much to him since he was enjoying the way she quivered under his every touch. Her gestures were so pure and innocent, teasing his carnal desires like a rabbit to a carnivore.

With one hand left on her taut mound, his head came back up to lick her jaw and kiss her with wet, dripping drool. The hand on her waist trailed down to her covered core, brushing against the cotton, pink panty. The tip of his finger circled the little bum that was starting to show, causing her panty to dampen.

“Ah… Ron… B—Be gentle...” She breathlessly moaned into their kiss.

“Of course… but no promises,” He replied with a little smile.

His hand moved up to the ban of her panties, diving into the unknown. His fingers found her source of heat, stroking gently around her petals that started to salivate in hunger.

“Umm... Oh…” Hermione couldn’t hold in her moan as she felt his finger brush between her two lower lips, letting his fingertip touch her drooling core.

Hairless? Oh, she came ready for this… The thought excited Ron even more, grinding his bulging need on her cushiony thigh.

As he moved in his middle finger, it felt as if he had punctured through a small leak, widening the way for her juices. Her insides were wet, trickling on his finger, coating it entirely.

Hermione suddenly clenched her thighs together by instinct, locking his hand between her legs. “Aah…” She suddenly let out a long, shivering breath, a mix of pleasure and shock.

“Shhh… Relax…” Ron whispered in her ear as he licked her earlobe.

Ron kept moving his fingers, caressing the inner walls of her most precious of place. His thumb massaged her clitoris, while another finger joined in. Curling and caressing her insides, giving her more and more pleasure.

His other hand left her breast and scooped up her nape to press her onto his chest, letting her freely feel his hand in her loins. His bare, hot chest squeezing against her hills, feeling her heated, heaving, moaning breaths on his neck and ear.

He loved seeing her so vulnerable and so completely his. Even the way she trailed her nails on his back in reckless abandon didn’t cause him to falter. He wanted to see more and more of her this way, utterly lost in lust.

“Ummm… Ron… N—no, Ahhh…” Hermione moaned, confused between reluctance and ecstasy. Somehow, her logic was running away from her grasp, losing herself in the sweet bliss. Her head shook left and right, but her thighs were loosening around his hand, wanting more as her hips started squirming.

His fingers glided in and out, aided by her juices, slowly gaining a good rhythm. Hermione’s back started to arch, her head fell back on the bed, and her lips parted in a breathless, silent cry of deliverance.

Ron could feel the muscles of her pussy tighten around his fingers as he watched her flushed face turn even more crimson red while her eyes grew teary. He leaned back down and nibbled on her arching chest, presenting her beautiful, hardened buds for him to enjoy.

Her body stiffened, with knotted muscles frozen in peak pleasure from both sides.

“Ahhhh…” Hermione finally let out a long, melodious moan. The last struggle broke through her barriers, pouring out and soaking Ron’s hand.

After a long moment of release, Hermione finally came back down, struggling to catch her breath. Ron’s hand finally came out of her now wet panties and hooked the ban with his finger, wanting to pull it completely off.

"N-No… I'm not ready yet." Hermione exclaimed as her hand suddenly stopped his, holding it in place.

I knew it. Ron sighed, and his other hand stopped trying to take his length out. He looked back up at Hermione’s frightened face and decided to take it easy with her. I guess my luck doesn't work here.

“Alright, I understand…” He muttered, comforting her, lying on his side next to her and pulling her in to face him for another kiss.

“Thank you…” She whispered, kissing him back while allowing him to glide his hands all over her body.

Ron reveled in each touch, lick, and nibble, painting her neck with his spit. He couldn’t stand it, but he tried to be gentle with her, knowing this was her first time. He enjoyed every inch of skin he could, even if he secretly felt like he wanted to make her want to fuck.

He teased her breast, kneaded her ass, and even palmed her wet core. However, Hermione eventually felt the fatigue seep in. She gently pushed back his chest while panting, noticing the slight disappointment in Ron’s eyes.

Hermione, out of breath after that intense, long make-out, looked at Ron's face. She hugged him with her arms around his chest and her head under his chin. "You must be disappointed in me."

Ron smiled and shook his head, "Not at all. In fact, I feel this is going to make that 'special' moment even more special. I am just savoring this little touch… I love it."

"Since when did you become so good with words?" Hermione asked, hugging him tight. Her mounds pressed atop his belly roughly. "I like it."

"Oh." Ron felt a bulging thrust in his loins, and his erection grew at full mast. So much so that even the quilt ended up rising down there, revealing a pointy hill.

Hermione also noticed it and embarrassingly looked away, "Boys…"

Bam!

"Ah! Ooooh! Yesss~"

All of a sudden, Ron and Hermione's faces turned blank, and they stared at the wall towards the foot of the bed. Constant bangs were coming from its other side, including loud feminine moans. In that room, the Boy Who Lived was shagging his girlfriend.

Ron chuckled, "Girls."

Embarrassingly, Hermione sank into the quilt, turned away from Ron, and closed her eyes with annoyance. Ron followed suit and slid down, waving his wand to turn off the lights. He placed his arms around her and pulled her closer, letting her feel his warm body against her in the dark.

Even though nothing happened between them, just sleeping together with almost no clothes was an experience he cherished. Especially with Hermione, whom he genuinely cared for.

So we’re officially dating now. He wondered and fell asleep.

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The next day, Ron returned home. But right away, he packed his bag again to head out. He was scared because Daphne was constantly trying to reach him to go on a date. Meanwhile, Lavender wanted to visit him.

He decided to ignore it all and just leave. Saying he had some work to do, he decided to head out to London and find some place to live in that busy city. Maybe meet up with Harry as well, or go on an actual date with Hermione.

However, before all that, he decided to meet with Madam Bones. He didn't know if she was home but knew where she lived. Similar to most wizards, she lived in one of the wizard villages in her own large mansion. Being from an old wizard family, money was never an issue.

Knock! Knock!

He knocked on the door. It was a cold, slightly sunny day, so he was dressed appropriately. Finally, he had enough money to buy all the clothes he wanted instead of wearing the hand-me-downs.

"Ron?!"

"Oh." Ron had forgotten Madam Bones didn't live alone. "Hey, Susan. How are you?"

Susan's eyes sparkled as if she saw a candy. Quickly, she looked back into the house and then out the door, "Shh… Don't make any noise. My room is upstairs. Just follow me."

She wants to continue where we left off? Ron wondered since he couldn't shag Susan at that time. She thinks I'm here for that?

"I don't think that’ll be needed. I came to see Madam Bones." Ron clarified, "I wanted to thank her for all the help."

"Oh…" Susan's eyes flashed with a hint of disappointment. "She's in the living room."

He got invited in and followed Susan into the large mansion. It was really airy and somewhat cold. Just what he expected from someone with Madam Bones’ personality.

"Aunt Amelia, Ron’s here," Susan announced and walked into the open, high-ceiling living room. But it was decorated cozily with homey couches, rugs, and showpieces. A fireplace made it all warm.

Amelia Bones was seated on the couch facing the fireplace. Much different from her work clothes, she was now dressed in a modest, long warm skirt and sweater. Her close-cropped hair was somewhat unkept, which somehow increased her charm.

At first, shock, and then warmth. Amelia nodded at Ron and glanced at Susan, "Susan, can you bring us some tea? Get cake and biscuits as well."

"Understood, Auror Bones!" Susan chirped, saluted jokingly, and left for the kitchen.

Ron chuckled and walked to the couch. Although still a little tense in the overbearing woman's presence, he felt confident and collected. He sat down not far from her on the same couch and looked at her belly. It was now significantly noticeable.

"How are you, Madam Bones?" He asked, maintaining eye contact with her sharp gaze.

Ron had never seen the woman look so casual before. He used to think she had the best charm in her work robes, but now he realized he preferred this, too, as if clothes had an effect on her personality. She seemed to smile much more now, albeit faintly.

"I'm very well, Mr. Weasley. I must say, you surprised not only me but the entire Ministry with your decision." Amelia praised his selflessness. "Not many could have parted from that kind of wealth."

"It's not fun if it's not earned by me," Ron replied and relaxed in the seat. "I just hope that was the end of the mess. Most of the Death Eaters are now either gone or in Azkaban. The Dark Lord is also caught."

Who was he lying to? He knew Harry's visions were still coming. They were proof that nothing was over.

"I heard babies start moving around this time… has it?" Ron suddenly asked, looking down at Madam Bone's belly.

Amelia Bones smiled warmly and shifted on the couch. She reached much closer to Ron, grabbed his hand, and placed it on her belly. "Sometimes. If you're lucky, you might feel it."

Ron nodded and calmly kept his spread palm on her stomach. He didn't know what to feel about it. He put it in there! If the world finds out, it'd cause so much chaos. Yet, he felt no regrets somehow.

"I hope I didn't annoy you by coming here, Madam Bones."

"Of course not, Mr. Weasley. You’re welcome here at any time." Amelia replied and looked behind to make sure Susan wasn't there, "As I said before. This is as much yours as is mine—if you want to. If… If something happens to me someday, I hope you can—"

"I will!" Ron blurted.

Amelia smiled and constantly looked at his handsome face. Ron did the same, eyes locked with the ripe woman. No words were exchanged between them anymore, and they silently kept staring at each other.

Before they knew it, something started to pull them towards each other. Very slowly, without them even noticing, and unspoken force of attraction.

"Tea's ready!"

"Bring it here!" Amelia woke up from the daze and pulled her head away. However, she didn't push Ron's hand.

Susan noticed right away, "What are you doing?"

Ron sweated, "M-Madam Bones said the baby moved. I wanted to feel it."

"Me too!" Susan chirped and came closer after putting the tray on the table. She placed her hand on Amelia's belly as well and waited. "By the way, I've suggested the name Jack or Alice."

Ron nodded, and looked back at the woman's face, "I think Edgar would be better if it's a boy."

Amelia's eyes flashed with emotions all of a sudden, and she nodded appreciatively. It was her deceased brother's name, after all.

"Oh! It moved!" Susan exclaimed excitedly.

Ron remained silent. Countless thoughts circled in his head.

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Ron drank the tea, ate some cake, and quickly left the Bones family house before Susan could do anything else.

I better start controlling myself. I can't afford another accident like Amelia.

He mumbled and arrived in London soon after. It was a bustling city that always fascinated him, and finally, he had the money to go and explore it. He didn't know much about the city, so after randomly asking around which was the best hotel, he headed there.

One good thing about earning in gold as a wizard was that when converted into muggle currency, it came out a lot. He didn't truly understand the concept of muggle money anyway and confidently ventured into the hotel.

He booked a nice room for himself before heading back out to explore the city. The goal was to meet with Harry at night and spend the night where he was staying.

He ate whatever fancied him, bought clothes at whichever shop had the best showcase, and bought a few muggle items for his father. But he still maintained some control over his splurging and eventually decided to return to the hotel to store the bought things.

If I spend more, Mum's gonna scold me to no end.

"Ron?"

"Ron! Here!"

Ron's brows furrowed. How the hell did someone recognize him in that massive, crowded city? He looked behind himself, trying to find the source of the voice. But there were too many people on the footpath. Since it was the end of office hours, there were more people than usual.

"Wait!"

He heard it again and silently waited. A few moments later, two figures appeared, moving zigzag between the crowd.

"Padma?!" Ron recognized the girl who had taken his virginity. But she wasn't alone, "And Parvati? What are you two doing here?"

The two girls finally reached him and gathered their breath. Identical in height, the twin looked charming in their blue jeans and matching Gryffindor red coats, with their black hair freely untied.

"We came for shopping. What about you?" Padma asked, "Shopping?"

"Decided to stay in London for a few days and explore it," Ron said. Padma was one girl he didn't worry much about since she never demanded anything from him. Their relationship was strictly carnal desires and friendship.

"Really? We can show you around!" Parvati suggested.

What's she planning now? Ron looked at her, suspicious. She had already caught him and Padma doing it before, after all.

"That's a great idea!" Padma agreed and jumped to lock her arm with Ron's. "We know all the best places in the city."

Ron sighed, although tempted. "I don't know. It will be dark in a few hours. At most, we can go somewhere nice for dinner. You can show me the city tomorrow."

"Let's do that." Parvati giggled, "I know a great Italian restaurant. We've been there so many times in the past. "

Ron looked at the girls with interest. Not Asian? But I do like both…

"Let's go then." He nodded.

So, the three hailed a taxi and headed for dinner. The place was far away, and the evening traffic made the journey even longer. But Ron didn't complain, since two beauties had sandwiched him from both sides. And both didn't seem bothered by their bodies squeezed in together.

Eventually, they arrived at the restaurant. It was expensive, but Ron could afford it now. He let the girls choose the dishes and just enjoyed the fine taste. It was nice to eat something other than Hogwarts food.

But what Ron hadn't expected was for the girls to be plotting something. Just before they were going to leave the restaurant, Padma 'mistakenly' flipped a plate of pasta on Ron, leaving his clothes dirty.

Since there were too many muggles, he couldn’t wave his wand to clean it. So he just wiped it and headed back. Padma and Parvati tagged along, saying they wanted to see his hotel.

They're planning something.

Ron had already sensed it. But, knowing what it could be, he decided to stay mum about it. He led the two girls to his expensive hotel room, showing them around.

"Woah! Must have cost a lot," Parvati exclaimed after staring out the big floor-to-ceiling window. They were on a high floor, and the view of the river was magnificent. The night lights were everywhere, dotting the dark night.

Meanwhile, with no warning, Padma stepped closer to Ron and started unbuttoning his shirt. "I feel so sorry for this. Go take a bath. I will send the shirt to the dry cleaners."

Is she going to join me in the bath? Ron wondered and, without saying anything, helped her remove his shirt. The two girls stared at his body the whole time until he vanished into the bathroom.

Shhhh…!

In no time, the sound of the shower came. The two sisters shared a mischievous glance with each other. This wasn't their plan when they left home that morning. But an opportunity had appeared.

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Ron wiped his face under the water, a little tired after walking around all day.

Resting his palms on the shower wall, he sighed and shook his head, wondering what the girls were up to. They couldn’t possibly be enjoying room service while he was in here; Could they?

But the thought of the possibility that they might be waiting for him out there, on his bed, caused him to smirk a little playfully.

But to his utter surprise, he suddenly felt arms wrapping around him from behind and two soft cushion-like mounds pushed against his back. His smile grew wider.

"Padma, was this your pl—"

Ron’s words paused as he noticed another set of hands sliding down his flank. Then someone appeared beside him and stepped in front of him.

"Padma! Then who—"

"Shhh." Padma, completely naked from head to toe, stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Ron's neck. She stretched up on her toes and kissed his lips. At the same time, he felt Parvati's lips reaching for his neck from behind. Both the girls pressed him between themselves.

Ron instinctively moved his arms, capturing Padma’s waist as he kissed her. She licked his and heatedly stroked his tongue with hers, exchanging the sweet excitement. Wet and nasty, they exchanged watery heat as the shower water kept pouring down their bodies.

Just then, he felt Parvati's hands sliding down his chest from behind, reaching for his erect cock and gripping it. Her thin fingers slid down his growing flesh and stroked it with the aid of the water.

Ron couldn’t help but hold Parvati’s hand and stop her, pulling her forward and letting them both face him. He trapped them both between his arms and took a good look at the twins. They giggled at his lingering gaze, thrilling down their bodies.

In the well-lit bathroom, bare naked under the shower, he could see every part of their dark amber-like, lustrous skin. The flow of water slowly poured down and between their hills like gentle rivers, curving down their bellies, dipping into their similarly shaped navels, and diving down to their hidden caves of wonder.

Not wanting to wait any longer, the twin beauties wrap their arms around his neck from each side. Parvati pulled him in for a deep, wild first kiss with him, and Padma licked his chin and neck, eventually teasing his earlobe with little nibbles.

Ron enjoyed the double attention, feeling both their flushed, warm mounds pressing against each side of his chest. With both his hands on their backs, tracing the curve of their spines and reaching their plump, walnut skin of their asses. He grabbed and squeezed both sides, his fingers sinking in their cloud-like flesh.

He moved his head back and switched to kissing Padma, letting Parvati suckle on his neck. His hands move up, sliding under their arms and catching one of each girl’s mounds in his palms. He milked each with his fingers, pinching and tugging at their nipples, causing them both to gasp at the same time.

Padma continued to kiss down his neck, licking his chest and lapping up the shower water with her tongue, slid past his nipple, and licked with a tease. She kept moving down and down, out of his arm, and eventually kneeling in front of him.

Parvati kept kissing him passionately, letting her hands travel all over his taller frame, tracing each peck and masculine abs. She paused a little, letting out a hot moan when she felt his hand move to her dripping, wet slit; His fingers entered her smoothly.

At the same time, Padma stroked his straining erection, now at full mast. Her tongue circled the crown of his cock, tickling his rim with the tip of her slithering flesh, and parted her lips wider to welcome him in her hot, wet mouth. Slowly she sucked, little by little, pulling him in with her suction force. Her tongue kept moving, massaging his bulging need with gentle care.

“Oh…” The other twin, experiencing Ron for the first time, let out a louder moan because of his fingers, resting her head at the curve of his neck.

Ron noticed how her slippery, wet hands tried to grab hold of his back but kept losing her grip because of the water and decided to change the situation. He let go of her and eased back out of Padma’s reluctant mouth.

"Let's move to the bed." Ron turned off the shower and grabbed both of their hands.

He pulled them both back into the room by their hands, still dripping wet with water as they came out of the bathroom with nothing on.

Padma and Parvati both fell towards the bed as Ron pushed them over, their perfectly sized breasts bouncing like chocolate cream. They both looked at him with burning hunger and blushing faces, clearly looking at his girth and length as he stood at the foot of the large bed.

"God! You were right, Padma." Parvati muttered in a whisper to her sister. “He’s big!”

“That’s not all that’s good about him,” Padma whispered back.

Ron eyed their lustful long legs, gleaming brass-tinged thighs, and delicate feet. He couldn’t wait to claw at those magnificent soft asses.

He then turned around and dropped his body between them.

"I'm all yours, ladies." He smirked, locking his fingers and placing his hands behind his head.

“My turn,” Padma was quick to move. She turned her body and stretched her legs over Ron’s head.

A little startled, Ron moved his hands and caught her thighs, easing her down gently on his face as he licked his lips. Facing Ron’s lower body, she straddled his face, feeling the hot, extended flesh of his tongue gently caress her wet petals.

Inch by inch, his tongue invaded her molten need, licking back to front at a slow, agonizing pace. Padma shivered uncontrollably, caressing her own pointed nipples and mauling her own breasts with tight squeezes.

At the same time, Parvati slid down and knelt between Ron’s legs. She held his cock with worship in front of her face. Its big size and girth hid the entire middle of the face and more. She licked him from the base to the tip, coating his cock with her stringy dripping spit. She could feel his stirring manhood twitch with excitement, wanting more than gentle caresses.

Not waiting, Parvati moved up, spreading her legs over Ron’s waist and aiming his iron-hard cock toward her unexplored pussy. She bit her lips in a little worry from the size of his cock. The tip of it pushed against her moist petals, teasing at the entrance.

“Don’t worry… Umh… It feels-Ahh… so … good.” Padma moaned each word, feeling Ron’s tongue deep within her sheath as his hands grabbed onto her cushiony ass. He guided her hips to move up and down to fuck herself on his stiffly extended tongue.

Padma, seeing reluctance in Parvati, held her waist, slowly pushing her down on Ron’s shaft, “Trust… me—ehh… oh!”

“Ah-Umph!” Parvati finally felt Ron’s sizable cock invading her inner walls, stretching her little by little like nothing before until she felt tight around him. She almost cried out from the stinging pain, but Padma had already shoved her finger in Parvati’s mouth, muffling the cry.

Padma, with her wet spit-covered fingers, tickled down Parvati’s jiggling mounds and arched belly, teasing her clitoris with a thumb and widening her petals with two fingers, giving Ron some more room to shove his entire length in with a thrust. Parvati threw her head back, closing her eyes in pure bliss.

Padma suddenly got off of Ron’s face and moved to Parvati’s side, kneading her breast with one hand from behind while the other hand aided her sister in reaching that ecstasy-filled, heavenly feeling. They could smell the hint of blood in the air, but no one could bother to think about that now.

“Gkh!” Ron, with half his face covered in Padma’s leftover juices, couldn’t believe how tight Parvati was. Her muscles clenched his cock like no tomorrow, almost choking his one-eyed wonder. He didn’t know Parvati was a virgin before.

Her tormenting movements were still slow. Clearly, the first time ever having a dick shoved into her. But, through her flushed, dreamy expression, he knew she now enjoyed it. He started to pick up the pace, thrusting up into her as both his hands grabbed her soft hips, guiding her on how to move.

Ron could feel the heat collecting in his loins, his cock throbbing, wanting that sweet release. However, he had learned his lesson, not wanting to make the same mistake twice. He held it in and moved even faster while gritting his teeth, forcing Parvati to reach climax before he did.

Fucked senseless, Parvati couldn’t even move anymore. Her pussy hovered, frozen midway while Ron kept plowing and thrusting up into her with the wild rhythm of his hips. Padma pinched and tugged Parvati’s nipples forward, sending her sister reeling into that glorious waves of splendor.

“Ahhh!” Parvati arched her back even more, muscles spasming in bliss as she cried out to the air. Her honey-sweet nectar flowed out and onto Ron’s cock, staining the sheets a watery crimson.

Ron quickly moved his body up with a push of his elbows, his cock sliding out of her pussy with its head pointed towards his chest.

He grabbed Parvati’s hips, and forcefully grounded her soaking, satisfied, flushed petals on his girth, pressing it between his pelvis and her weight. His cock slid up and down between her petals. With a few more brushes of her lower lips, grounding hard against his length and pressing between their bodies, he finally reached that long-awaited release.

A Burst of white stringy seeds painted the flesh between their groins, nasty and sticky as she squirmed on top of him, panting in ecstasy.

“Umph…” Parvati moaned one last time, feeling the comfortable heat slowly recede as she rolled over and got off of him.

Ron stroked his still erect cock, feeling like he had more to give. Slowly but surely, his cock came back to full strength when he stood up from the bed.

“Come on,” he grabbed Padma by the wrist with his other hand and pulled her to the floor-to-ceiling window.

“Still as wild as ever,” Padma smiled as she leaned against the window, her back arched and hands resting on the glass.

“You made me wild.” Ron teased as he grabbed both her ass cheeks a little roughly, clenching each side to get a good aim at her soaking pussy.

Ron pushed his shaft inside slowly, as he liked the view of her pussy gaping and twitching, swallowing his cock inch by inch. Her nectar seeped from the edges, helping him slide in with ease. He shoved everything in till the hilt, pausing a little to feel each clench and release of her muscles inside.

“Oh…” Padma felt every bump and groove of his length, caressing her silky walls. She closed her eyes and stuck her forehead to the glass wall, relishing every sensation he gave her.

Once fully in, Ron started moving his hips, sliding in and out with increasing speed. He grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back just enough to lick the side of her neck without hurting her.

“Oh, oh, Yess… Ron! So… good. Keep going! Harder!” Padma moaned like crazy, swaying her hips to his pace. Her hands kept scratching at the glass, yearning to grab onto anything she could.

Slam after slam, he plunged into her deepest walls, letting his flesh collide with her bouncing, sweating bronze ass in perfect harmony. Her hills smushed against the glass, cushioning her body from the harsh thumps from behind.

“Agh!” Ron grunted as he felt Padma’s walls contract with a vengeance, milking his cock to no end. So he slammed himself against her back, pressing her hard on the glass unashamedly for the viewing of anyone who could see.

“Ahhh!” She let out one last scream of delight. With a profound shudder, ripples of ecstasy flooded through her whole body. Her toes curled as her pussy released her heavenly nectar, rolling down Ron’s length and onto the floor.

Ron couldn’t hold on anymore and shouted out, “Parvati, come here!”

Ron pulled out and made Padma kneel with a quick push on her arm, pressing his cock in front of her face.

Both sisters sat together on their knees in front of Ron, licking and sucking on his cockhead. Their tongues slithered and twisted around Ron’s cock. One sucked on his length while the other gave attention to his balls, suckling and licking on his family jewels like their lives depended on it.

Ron couldn’t care less who was doing what. His balls twitched to no end, pushing him towards that last inch of pure bliss. He was even more delighted by the slippery, smooth sensation of their tongues massaging him all over. The squelching dirty sounds excited him, and the drenched sensations excited him.

With a harsh groan of masculine satisfaction, he found his release. He soared over the edge, with bursts of white, stringy cream, spurting all over the twins. Strings and dots of white painted their faces and stuck to their hair, staining their lips and tongues.

Panting, Ron couldn’t resist the exhaustion that set in, gently sitting on the edge of the bed behind him as the two beauties still licked his gradually relaxing cock clean.

"I hate you, Padma." Parvati looked at her sister with a teasing look of anger, still on her knees and covered in Ron's release. "What have you turned me into? Why did I love this?!"

Padma chuckled and stood up, Ron giving her his hand like a gentleman. "Get used to it, Parvati—the night's still young."

"We're not going home?!" Parvati also stood up with Ron's help.

Padma looked at Ron with a sultry smile, "If he lets us stay."

Bloody hell! This is fucking hot!

Ron felt his cock twitch. "Room's all yours."

"In that case." Parvati quickly wrapped her arm around Ron's neck and sat on his right thigh.

Padma came forward too and took his left thigh as Ron’s arm held her waist, "Let's have a real shower first."

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Padma and Parvati left early in the morning. Ron stayed seated in his bed, his eyes sleepless and exhausted. With only a towel warped around his waist, the rest naked and sweating.

"How in Merlin's name did I last an entire night?" Ron asked himself, feeling utterly sore in his loins. "How did they last that long?"

Tired, Ron cleaned himself up and changed his clothes. Then, he took a short nap before leaving the hotel room to go and find Harry. Thankfully, his best friend now lived with Sirius at 12 Grimmauld Place.

Knock! Knock!

Kreacher opened the door.

"Where's Harry?"

"Mr. Weasley." Kreacher was respectful to him for being pureblood in his eyes. "Master Potter is in his room."

Hearing Kreacher show Harry respect amused him. Sirius fixed him well, I guess.

Humming, Ron stepped inside and headed towards the stairs. The house was now very clean, but due to its color themes, it still looked old and dirty.

He absentmindedly walked while looking at the old portraits.

Bam!

He stopped suddenly, bumping into a small table. The Daily Prophet paper on it fell to the floor.

"What the!"

As he tried to pick the paper, his eyes fell on the massive headline on the front page. In an instant, his heart skipped a beat, and he crouched down.

"No, no, no, no! How is this possible?!"

[The Darkest Heist! Voldemort Escapes the Ministry!]