My Fiancée Likes to Be Humiliated Part 5

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A torrential rain was coming down hard in Holyhead, but even that wasn’t enough to deter the thousands of witches and wizards who’d shown up to watch the match between the Holyhead Harpies, currently second place in the British and Irish Quidditch League, and the Ballycastle Bats, currently first place and the reigning champions of the league two years running. Both of these teams had pulled well ahead of the competition, and although there were still several more games to play before the season was over, everyone was excited to see which team would come out ahead.

Harry was huddled underneath a heavy raincoat in the stands. Even though there were charms overhead to ward off the rain for the fans, there were no such charms in place over the Quidditch Pitch itself. Whenever players flew by, a spray of water would come flying off of them right into the stands.

He had a pair of Omnioculars in his hands, as did most everyone else, in order to see the action through the heavy rain.

“Robins has the Quaffle!” The Quidditch Commentator announced loudly, staring through his own set of Omnioculars to keep track of the game. “But Fairbanks is jostling with her to regain possession! She needs one of her teammates to get in close so she can hand off the Quaffle and start their attack down the pitch!”

Harry turned his head, following the action. Demelza was trying her best to find a free space where she could pass to one of her teammates, but Fairbanks was sticking too close for her to risk it. Every little twist and turn Demelza made was equally matched by Fairbanks.

Grimacing, Harry double checked the score. It was still 90 to 110 in favour of the Bats thanks to a strong opening few minutes, but things had levelled off since. The teams had traded goals back and forth, and neither of them seemed to be able to find a big enough advantage that they could exploit to regain the lead.

Suddenly, a glint of gold caught Harry’s attention across the pitch. He focused in with his Omnioculars and chuckled to himself; even after years of not playing, he still always had his eyes searching for the Golden Snitch. The two teams' seekers had seen the Snitch several minutes ago, but it had evaded both of them and escaped into the rain. The heavy clouds overhead didn’t help matters, as there was little light to reflect off of the Snitch to reveal its position.

But that was enough of that; Harry turned his attention back down to the play and saw that Demelza was still tangled up with Fairbanks, but she’d managed to make it a decent way down the pitch. They were partially into the Bats’ territory now, and her two fellow chasers, Ginny and Valmai, were circling around, trying to help her out.

“Robins looks trapped!” The commentator announced. “She’s flown too low to the ground, and it looks like Fairbanks is going to get some help from his teammates now!”

Another Bats chaser swooped down towards Demelza with his arms outstretched, ready to snatch the Quaffle from her.

Demelza executed a perfect roll on her broomstick, and her ponytail just barely dragged across the grass of the pitch below. She recovered back into her normal position and suddenly dashed forward.

Fairbanks was caught off guard by how quickly she moved and lagged behind her as she zoomed towards the Bats’ goalposts.

As soon as she had enough clearance between her and Fairbanks, Demelza hurled the Quaffle right into Ginny’s waiting arms. Ginny had swooped into position at just the right time and had a straight shot towards the keeper.

But something caught both Harry and Ginny’s attention at the exact same time: a split second before Demelza had thrown the Quaffle away, one of the Bats’ beaters had smashed a Bludger right towards Demelza’s back. Demelza hadn’t even spotted the Bludger heading her way, and so she had no way of protecting herself. Neither of the Harpies’ beaters were in a place where they could stop the Bludger, so Ginny did the only thing she could.

With a roar, Ginny used all of her strength to throw the Quaffle and make it intercept the Bludger a second before it would have hit Demelza.

The crowd erupted in cheers as the Bludger was diverted and the Quaffle bounced back into Ginny’s waiting hands, but those cheers turned to gasps when the redirected Bludger crashed right into Fairbanks’ head. The Bats’ chaser was knocked clean off of his broomstick and struck the ground hard before anyone could slow his fall.

Despite the concerning hit, the game was still in play. Ginny weaved back and forth as she approached the three goals, trying to fake out the keeper. The keeper looked determined to stop Ginny, but the downpour of rain was making it hard for him to easily see her movements.

“And Weasley’s done it! Ten points to the Harpies!” The announcer cried out. “It looks like the Bats are calling for a time out! Remember, if Fairbanks is too injured to keep playing, the Bats will have to make do with one less chaser in play!”

A medical team rushed onto the pitch as play came to a halt. Harry’s heart went out to Fairbanks. He’d seen his fair share of injuries, and he’d been in the stands before when Ginny had been injured during games, but a blow to the head from a Bludger was probably the most serious injury there was. It could end someone’s career if it was bad, or it could take them out of the game for weeks at least, even with magic to help along the recovery.

“Looks like your fiancée’s injured another player this season, Harry,” an all-too familiar voice sounded off nearby. Harry looked around and instantly spotted Rita Skeeter, dressed in fine blue robes with her parchment and quill floating next to her. She had a teasing grin on her lips as she eyed him. “That makes four this season, right? I can’t help but wonder if she’s deliberately trying to take out all of the competition just to win the league?”

Harry rolled his eyes at her. “Ginny’s not the type to try to hurt her opponents like that. It was just bad luck that the Bludger rebounded into Fairbanks like that.”

“So you say, but me and my readers might think differently,” Rita replied as she got to her feet. “I guess you can read all about it in the Prophet tomorrow. Do feel free to drop by my house if you want to give a comment on the story before it goes out. I’m always happy to make time for you,” she purred as she walked past him.

She dropped a scrap of parchment in his lap. It was a floo address.

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“That bitch!” Ginny growled as she crumpled up and tossed the paper to the side. It dropped onto the kitchen floor, waylaid like a piece of trash.

Harry picked up the paper and smoothed it out against the table. Despite his and Ginny’s opinions on the quality of the Daily Prophet’s reporting, they maintained a subscription to it in order to keep up to date with the latest reporting in the most popular paper in Britain. The image on the front cover displayed Ginny with a massive grin, riding on her broomstick. A photo a bit lower down the page showed the Bludger striking Fairbanks and knocking him off of his broomstick. He looked to be unconscious before he even hit the ground.

The article, written by Rita Skeeter, detailed Ginny’s play in her match. It outlined everything that led up to Fairbanks being injured, but it was heavily skewed against Ginny. Rita took every single one of Ginny’s actions and portrayed them in the most negative light imaginable. If someone unfamiliar with Ginny or Quidditch had read this article, they’d assume that Ginny was a bloodthirsty savage, looking to take down anyone who might hurt her team’s chances at glory.

It was ridiculous, of course, but Harry was well aware of how fickle the public could be. They’d turned on him back when he was merely a student at Hogwarts, and he’d suffered plenty of ‘scandals’ after the war, where various members of the press attributed untrue things to him. Some claimed that he was planning to become the next Dark Lord, and others suggested that he was angling to become the Minister for Magic before he was thirty. All of it was ridiculous, but the public ate it up nonetheless.

Harry crumpled the paper back up and tossed it back onto the floor. “Just ignore her,” he told Ginny sympathetically. “Trust me, we’ve tried dealing with her before.”

Ginny huffed and smacked her hands against the countertop. “I know, but it’s just so frustrating. Everyone knows about her animagus form now, but they’re still drawn to her juicy gossip. It’s a joke. She’s such a fucking cunt.”

Harry dodged the bundle of yarn that went flying past his face. “Maybe I can talk to her,” he suggested gently. “She might lay off of you if I—”

“No,” Ginny shook her head. “I don’t want you to deal with her shite instead of me. I can handle it, but it’s just… annoying.”

Ginny took a deep breath, and Harry grimaced at her. He knew she was trying hard to deal with all of the fame that came with her position as a chaser for the Holyhead Harpies. He’d had years to acclimate to his own fame, but Ginny was still in her infancy compared to him.

“I’m sorry that you’re having to go through with this,” Harry told her sincerely.

Ginny smiled weakly at him. “I guess it doesn’t matter as much as I think it does. Fairbanks told me it was a good play when I visited him at St Mungo’s, and anyone that knows anything about Quidditch is sure to see that what happened was an accident.”

And yet there would still be those who decried Ginny over this article. Harry and Ginny both knew it, but there wasn’t anything that they could really do about it.

“Get her out of your head for a bit,” Harry told Ginny. “Why don’t you go shower?”

“Do I smell that bad?” Ginny joked.

“Not really,” Harry laughed. She had a bit of sweat on her after her morning run, but nothing too unpleasant. “But I know that you’ll feel better after one.”

Ginny crossed the kitchen and kissed Harry sweetly. “You’re right. I’ll see you later… unless you care to join me that is?”

Harry grinned at her. “I guess you’ll just have to wait and see if I do.”

Ginny rushed upstairs at his implication, and Harry spent the next couple of minutes sipping his coffee as thoughts ran through his mind. He knew that he couldn’t do anything to stop Ginny from being abused by the press, but he wished that there was something he could do to lift her spirits.

Suddenly, a thought popped into his mind. If he was remembering correctly…

Harry set down his empty coffee cup and hurried upstairs to his and Ginny’s bedroom. He chuckled quietly when he saw that their bathroom door had been left open a crack, and he could just barely see Ginny through the steamy glass of their shower.

He didn’t go to the bathroom right away though. First, he went to his bedside table.

Down in the bottom drawer, hidden underneath a couple of old books, was a red journal he kept. It was small and thin with no real discernible features to it. Harry cracked it open and scanned down the list of names inside of it.

Long ago, back when he and Ginny first began to explore her cuckqueen and humiliation fetishes, he’d asked her for a list of names of women she’d like to see him fuck in front of her. There were plenty of people in there familiar to them, like Hermione and Fleur, but others were more like acquaintances, notable figures in the world, and even some of their “enemies.”

Harry smiled to himself as he saw Rita Skeeter’s name written under that last column.

He set the journal back in its hiding place and grabbed the scrap of parchment Rita had given him at the Quidditch match the other day. It had her floo address on it, and he quickly memorised it.

He needed to contact her, but first, his fiancée needed him.

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“Well, I certainly didn’t expect your call,” Rita smiled seductively as she dusted the ash off of her shoulders from her trip to Potter Manor. “I figured that I was going to have to mark you down as ‘no comment’ for the follow-up story on Monday.”

“A follow-up story already?” Harry rolled his eyes. “I’m surprised that there isn’t anything more interesting to write about.”

“Well, when you have one of the biggest up-and-coming Quidditch stars taking out her opponent in such a brutal manner, people tend to be interested,” Rita countered. “Especially when she’s engaged to the Man-Who-Won.”

“Please never use that silly title around me again,” Harry said, annoyance tinging his tone.

“Just because you don’t like it doesn’t mean that the public doesn’t, and I always represent their interests when I’m writing a story,” Rita replied smoothly.

“So, this is a story then?” Harry raised an eyebrow at her.

“Perhaps,” Rita said coyly. She looked around the corridor they were standing in. “I’ve always wondered what Potter Manor looked like in its grandeur.”

“Would you like a tour?” Harry offered.

“I’d be delighted,” Rita smiled.

Harry offered her his arm, and she latched onto it quickly. He led her around the manor—at least the parts that were rebuilt; there was still so much more work to get done on it—and Rita oohed and awed at all of the right moments. He knew that this wasn’t the grandest or most opulent manor that she’d probably have seen before, but she still acted like it was nonetheless.

As they walked, Harry took the time to subtly take in Rita’s body, which wasn’t hard with how close she was sticking to him. She was a bit taller than Ginny, and her curly blond hair was as perfectly sculpted as ever. She’d gotten a new pair of glasses recently and had thankfully done away with the rhinestones on the frames. Her face was pretty, and she’d even gotten better at using makeup to enhance her natural face shape and look rather than trying to use it to twist her into someone she wasn’t.

Her curves were as pronounced as Harry remembered from that time she stuffed him in tight with her in a broom cupboard. Her magenta-coloured robes clung to her body, showing off her wide hips, slim belly, and prominent breasts. She swayed her hips exaggeratedly as they walked around the manor, and her arse looked perfectly plump and bouncy.

Already, Harry found himself getting excited for what was to come. With how flirty Rita was, he was sure that it wouldn’t be difficult at all to get things going the way he wanted them to.

They naturally ended up going upstairs after covering the main level. He showed off some of the guest bedrooms, but funnily enough, Rita seemed more interested in heading somewhere else.

“And when do I get to see your bedroom, Harry?” She purred at him.

It was hard to tell if she was genuinely flirting with him or just trying to uncover some juicy secrets that lay in his bedroom, but Harry supposed that it didn’t matter one way or the other.

“It’s just down here,” he guided her.

Rita seemed giddy with excitement as Harry opened the door to his and Ginny’s bedroom, but her excitement faded when she saw how clean and boring the room was. She stepped inside, letting go of Harry’s arm for a moment, and subtly scanned around.

“It’s… nice,” she hummed.

“Not the hotbed of juicy gossip that you were hoping for?” Harry chuckled.

“I was at least hoping to see what type of underwear you wear,” Rita sighed. “A dark secret or two wouldn’t hurt either? Maybe you had a secret lover, or maybe you’ve got some illegal potions lying around.”

“Well, I can’t say that I’ve got any illegal potions,” Harry began slowly, catching Rita’s attention. “But I do have some secret lovers.”

“Lovers,” Rita repeated aloud as a grin formed on her lips. She moved in closer towards Harry like they were sharing a secret. “As in more than one?”

“That’s right,” Harry answered easily. “Not that anyone will believe you without proof.”

“You wouldn’t be the first famous wizard to have secret lovers,” Rita replied. “And I didn’t always proof on the ones I reported on previously. Your words will be enough for my readers.”

“I think I’d prefer it if you kept it private,” Harry told her as his hand brushed against her arm lightly. “In fact, I was hoping that you’d keep this entire meeting at my home private.”

Harry’s subtle insinuation wasn’t lost on Rita. She was always on the hunt for stories like these, and it was easy for her to see the connection between having secret lovers and wanting to keep this meeting between them private. If that wasn’t enough, Harry openly stared down at her breasts, and his hand trailed dangerously close to them too.

Rita shook out her blond hair and batted her eyelashes at him. “I think that could potentially be arranged,” she said as her hands went for his chest. Her fingertips dragged down his torso to his waist and then paused there. “As long as you show me a good time that is.”

Harry gently grabbed Rita by her chin and tilted her head back for a kiss. She greedily returned the gesture, pushing her tongue into his mouth and groping his cock through his trousers. Her lips were soft and a delight to feel against his, but kissing wasn’t where Harry wanted this to stop at.

With a subtle flick of his wrist, Harry wandlessly vanished every stitch of clothing off of both of them. It took Rita a couple of seconds to realise, but when she did, she pulled back from Harry with a laugh.

“What a naughty man you are,” she said as she bared herself fully for him.

Just as he’d imagined when he checked her out earlier, Rita was gorgeous. Her personality might be rotten, but her body was far better than most witches her age had. Her breasts still sat high on her chest, and her small, pink nipples stood out beautifully against her pale skin. Her pussy had a small strip of short blond hair above it, carefully manicured so that no hair was out of place.

While he was checking her out, Rita was busy ogling Harry’s cock. He was well endowed to be sure, and he might have even been the biggest that Rita had ever had the chance to handle herself.

“Well, well,” Rita licked her lips. “This is a pleasant surprise.”

“I imagine it will be,” Harry said as he stepped back towards her. He grabbed her arms and spun her around, pressing his rapidly hardening cock against her arse as his hands went up to her breasts. He gave them a firm squeeze. “I hope you like things rough.”

Harry shoved Rita down towards the bed. Her hands caught the edge of it, leaving her bent over in front of Harry. Her arse looked just as full and nice as he’d imagined it would, and he could see that her pussy was already wet and waiting for him. Normally, he would have liked to start by licking and fingering her to get her ready for his size, but Rita didn’t deserve nice treatment like that. Besides, she struck him as the type of woman who loved a rough shag.

So, he just stepped up right behind her and rammed his cock deep into her waiting pussy.

“Oh fuck!” Rita cried out as Harry stretched her around himself. Her entire body rocked forward, but Harry grabbed onto her hips and pulled her the rest of the way down onto his cock. The moan she let out sounded so much more genuine than those fake sounds of approval she’d made when he’d given her a tour around his manor. “Merlin, that’s a nice cock!”

Harry snorted. “Well, I for one can say that I’ve had better.”

It was a statement that was undeniably true and yet entirely misleading at the same time. Ginny, Hermione, and Fleur all felt better around his cock, but he never expected Rita to compare with the three most incredible women in his life.

Rita’s pussy felt silky around his cock. Her walls squeezed and massaged him as he started to thrust in and out of her, and she had this incredible tightness the deeper he went inside of her. Whenever he was fully inside of her, it felt like her pussy was trying to milk the head of his cock. It was incredibly pleasurable, but he wasn’t going to tell Rita that; she didn’t need the ego boost.

Rita just laughed at Harry’s words. “Maybe you have,” she admitted freely. “But I think that a hot, young stud like yourself still has a lot to learn about sex, and I’m the one who can show it to you.”

“Is that so?” Harry asked, punctuating his statement with a hard thrust. His hips smacked loudly off of Rita’s arse, and she let out a little squeal of pleasure. “Maybe I’m the one who can show you a thing or two.”

“Things you picked up when you were fucking other women besides your fiancée?” Rita asked with a little smirk.

Harry pulled Rita’s arse backwards as he thrust forward into her pussy. The force of the thrust left her breathless, but Harry just grunted and kept on fucking her.

“Not all of them. Ginny’s good for a few things too,” Harry replied.

“Really?” Rita panted as she started to get into the rhythm of Harry’s fucking. She spread her legs out a little wider to allow him to get even deeper inside of her. “Like what? Flying around on a broomstick like a—”

Suddenly, Rita froze up as the door to the bedroom opened, and Harry pulled back so that just the tip of his cock was still inside of her. Her head turned to face Ginny, who was standing in the doorway with a surprised look on her face. Curiously enough, Rita didn’t seem shocked or scared to see Ginny there; instead, her smile grew, and she seemed to bask in Ginny’s surprised look.

“Oops,” Rita giggled, glancing back at Harry. “Looks like we’ve been caught.”

“Who cares?” Harry shrugged. To prove his point, he pushed back into Rita, and she moaned in reply. “This isn’t the first time that she’s caught me doing this.”

Rita’s giggles turned into a full on cackle. “Really?” She exclaimed loudly. “I never would have guessed. Is she just so sad and lonely that she won’t leave you no matter what you do? Or is it your thick cock that keeps her around. After experiencing it myself, I suppose that I can understand that much at least.”

Harry snapped his fingers at Ginny. “Get over here,” he ordered her. “Down on your knees.”

Ginny obeyed dutifully, just the way she always did whenever a situation like this came up. It wasn’t the first time he’d sprung something like this on her, and she loved it every time.

“Oh look,” Rita cooed. “You’ve got her so well trained, just like a pet.”

“You can masturbate if you want to,” Harry said with an uncaring tone. In truth, he very much wanted to see his fiancée masturbate right now. “I might fuck you later if you’re good.”

“Not if I tire you out first,” Rita winked over her shoulder. “I bet that with all the Quidditch practice and matches she has, your little fiancée isn’t around enough to keep you satisfied. Well, a real woman like me knows that a man’s pleasure comes first, and I’ll be sure to give it to you.”

Harry waited until Rita turned away before he rolled his eyes.

Ginny stayed knelt down as she unbuttoned her trousers and pulled down her panties. Her fingers went straight for her pussy as she watched Harry fuck Rita’s tight pussy.

For a brief moment, they made eye contact, and Harry saw the lust, anger, and jealousy in Ginny’s eyes. Seeing her reactions was such a fun part of this game they played in the bedroom. Ginny loved being humiliated, but she also loved ‘reclaiming’ him afterwards by fucking him as hard as she could until neither of them could continue. He could be sure that she’d hop on his cock sometime tonight and ride him until she had a belly full of his cum to satisfy her.

Hmm, that last thought gave him an idea.

“You know what really makes Ginny jealous?” Harry prompted Rita. She turned her head around curiously. “When I cum in other women.”

It was like a light flashed in Rita’s eyes as they widened. Her pussy clenched down hard around his cock as though she were trying to make him cum right then. She opened her mouth to speak, but all that came out was a whimper.

“You like the sound of that, don’t you?” Harry smirked at her.

Rita’s pussy quivered again, and all she could do was nod.

Then, suddenly, Rita let out a cry as she came around Harry’s cock. It was a sudden explosion of pleasure that surrounded Harry’s cock. Rita’s entire body spasmed, and she lost her grip on the bed. She fell face first onto the bedsheets and moaned into them as her orgasm tore through her body.

“I thought that you said a man’s pleasure came first,” Harry taunted Rita playfully, but she was still too lost in her orgasm to come up with a clever reply.

It was too hard to keep fucking her when she was tightened up so much like this, so Harry waited for several moments until Rita regained her breath and pushed herself back up off of the bed.

“That was wonderful,” she moaned. When she looked at Harry, it was almost like she was seeing him in a new light. “And I want more.”

Harry pulled his cock out of her then, but before Rita could get too disappointed, he picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. She ended up flat on her back and was staring up at Harry with a ravenous hunger.

Harry pounced on her, angling his hard cock right towards her waiting pussy. It was swollen and red from the hard fucking he’d given her already, but Harry wasn’t going to be satisfied until he saw his cum leaking out of her.

Harry rammed into her hard. He just pounded away furiously as she moaned and cried out in pleasure. Her arms and legs wrapped around him tightly, holding him in place as he fucked her pussy as hard as he wanted.

Ginny scooted a bit closer to watch the action, but she stayed on her knees. She’d gotten her top off, and now one of her hands was relegated to pinching her nipples while the other busied itself with her dripping wet pussy. Harry made sure that she had a perfect angle to watch his cock plunging in and out of Rita’s pussy.

“Yes, Harry!” Rita cried out. “It’s so fucking good!”

Yes it was. Harry’s hips were pounding into her frantically, and seeing Rita’s wild eyes staring back at him as he ruined her just made it all the better. A part of him felt like fucking her like this was helping him to release years of pent-up frustrations he’d had with her.

Ginny’s whimpering whines grew louder as the wet sounds from her pussy increased. Harry could just see her out of the corner of his eye, and her fingers were buried inside of herself. She was biting her lip and bucking her hips against her hand in time with Harry’s thrusts.

It turned him on so much to see his fiancée behaving this way. She truly was the perfect woman in every way, and seeing her getting off to him fucking other women was just the cherry on top. No one would ever truly compare to her in the bedroom, but it still brought a tremendous amount of excitement to both of them whenever he fucked one of their friends. It always led to days of mind-blowing sex between the two of them afterwards, and Harry was already looking forward to it.

Those thoughts drove him to fuck Rita with everything he had. Her head was lolling around freely as her lust-addled mind just told her to lay back and enjoy the serious pounding that Harry was giving her. The sound of his balls smacking off of her plump arse reminded him of how much he wanted to cum in her.

He could feel himself getting closer, and that just spurned him on more. He could feel Rita’s pussy quivering around him again like she was about to have another orgasm, but Harry didn’t care about trying to make her have one. All that mattered right now was his and Ginny’s pleasure.

Finally, Harry hit his tipping point. The second the first spurt of cum fired out of his cock and into Rita’s pussy, she let out a deep, lasting moan that reverberated around the bedroom. Her pussy clamped down on him then, and she cried out his name.

Harry rammed himself as deep as he could go inside of Rita’s pussy and spewed out burst after burst of cum as her pussy helped to milk out every last drop. Rita was trembling beneath him, and Harry buried his face in her neck and started kissing her there as his mind went blank from the power of his orgasm.

Behind him, he faintly heard Ginny’s own quiet cry as she came too.

This would be enough to keep Rita from writing anymore ridiculous stories about his fiancée. And if she still wasn’t sure, Harry felt confident that he could drop another load inside of her pussy before the night was through to really convince her.