Harry woke slowly, blinking into wakefulness as a beam of sunlight caressed his naked chest.
The first thing he noticed was his girlfriend, the beautiful Ginny Weasley, was asleep next to him, her head on his shoulder. She snored gently and peacefully as he tried not to wake her. The second thing he noticed was that he was painfully hard.
The curse didn't sleep like he did, and it had caused him to grow to a throbbing erection that had lifted the thin midnight blue sheet off his body. He snuck a peek, lifting it off his lower half gently. It was swollen and angry, his foreskin rolled back to reveal his slick purple head, having become wet with precum during the night. He groaned ever so quietly, feeling the stirring of a dormant sexual hunger that had been growing while he slept. Ginny next to him looked so angelic and peaceful that he was starting to feel bad about the cavalcade of images that appeared in his head about what he'd like to do with the naked witch half on top of him.
Instead he resolved to ignore it. He had thrown off the Imperius curse, after all. Slowly dislodging himself from their comfortable cuddle, Harry managed to stand up and stretch. A long mirror allowed him to view himself. He'd come a long way from the skinny, curious student he was. The quest to destroy Voldemort had truly changed them, and they had all since crossed the barrier to adulthood as far as the Wizarding World was concerned. Harry himself looked the part with an athletic, leanly muscular frame. His now magically enhanced package swung low and heavy between his legs. It was now definitely amongst the biggest he'd seen.
Stopping his vanity for a moment he pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a faded orange t-shirt. He pulled on a pair of slippers and left the room quietly, heading to the kitchen. Somewhat comically with a large erection that only waned slightly since he distracted himself, Harry moved through the corridors of Grimmauld Place. The place was slowly being restored to its former (though with less grim trappings) glory. Harry had made clear to Kreacher that he was now employed, not owned, but that if Kreacher wanted he could be paid into a secret account that went entirely towards a fund to restore the Black name, thus 'technically' being owned through his money. Somehow this odd bargain worked, and now Kreacher went about his normal business.
Harry made his way to the kitchen, where he set about making eggs and toast. He tapped a radio with his wand which went about playing some rather 80s sounding wizarding tunes. Harry had grown to like the wizard world's music, as he did every part of it. Especially the people.
Magical society was freer with its inhibitions, presumably because they were held to different norms. Concepts like ownership and bloodlines were much more prevalent, as did the stranger elements that came with it.
Harry had started scrambling them in a pan when in walked Ginny Weasley, folding her arms in a mock cross expression. "And here I was planning to do this, as a reward for the absolutely amazing shagging you gave me last night." She pouted and put her hands on her hips.
Ginny was wearing one of Harry's t-shirts, overly large for her small frame. Aside from this, she was totally nude, her cute little toes drumming on the kitchen tiles.
"You can reward me another way." said Harry, tilting his hips so she could see his prominent bulge. The curse had been working overtime, and Ginny chewed her lip as Harry moved the eggs off the heat and performed a freezing charm on them.
"I'd love to honey." Ginny breathed lustily as she sank to the floor, ignoring the rough coldness of the tiles as she yanked down the waistband of his sweatpants, Harry's thick, drooling cock springing free. He'd been leaking so badly he left a dark spot on the grey jogging bottoms.
"This smells so much better than the eggs." She smirked as she fastened her slender fingers around his length. He breathed in sharply, this small amount of contact enough to cause him to throb and jerk his hips in excitement. Ginny loved the smell of him, breathing in the musky, raw scent of him as she licked and sucked at his huge balls, sucking one into her mouth as she tongue-bathed his smooth sack. Taking it further, Ginny started to stroke him with long, languid movements, rolling his foreskin back and forth. She moved her head off his sack with a wet *POP* as she brought her mouth up and stuck out her tongue, licking his frenulum slowly as he gripped the counter and moaned.
"Ginny... you're incredible." Harry exclaimed, looking down at her in wonder as she took his huge cock into her mouth, lovingly fellating the first half of him with deep sucking motions and long curls of her tongue. She closed her eyes and brushed some hair out of her face, a newfound determination coming over her as the curse took hold. She wanted nothing more than to please him. She felt like his cum would nourish her, like it would sate a burning fire inside her.
Harry moved so he didn't need the bracing of the counter. He gripped Ginny's head and started to slide his cock into her mouth harder, more and more of it reaching down her until it started to enter her throat. Ginny wanted more, and as if telepathically, he started to thrust his hips, his weighty balls colliding with her chin where it met her saliva with a wet *SMACK* Harry could feel something in the magic surrounding them. The curse, with all its strange intricacies, had begun to link them closer together. He could feel her wants and desires, and Ginny could feel his. He felt her desire to drink his cum until it filled her stomach entirely.
"I love you Ginny, ohh fuck!" Harry moaned as he began to throatfuck her in earnest, his cock plunging into her throat. Ginny began to see stars as she lost oxygen, only briefly able to breathe at the apex of some thrusts. She was in heaven, her magically addled mind causing her to crave nothing more than this. "Here it comes... ohhh Merlin! Ginny!" Harry practically screamed as his thighs trembled and his nuts clenched hard. Harry's cock twitched in Ginny's constricting throat as the wizard shot an inhuman load down his girlfriend's begging mouth. Ginny Weasley's eyes rolled back in her head, her hands slumped to the side as she twitched, grinding her sopping wet pussy against the kitchen floor as she came.
Harry pulled his cock out of her throat. Now that the curse had waned he felt awful, ashamed of the wicked treatment he'd just dished out on his girlfriend. He sank to the floor and gripped her shoulders, looking into her eyes. She blearily opened and shut them, dizzily moving her head a movement as she coughed a little, burping.
"Honey… oh my god. Are you okay? I'm so sorry. It was the curse, I-" she held her hand up to cut him off, wiping her face on the t-shirt and coughing up a little more slime. "It wasn't the curse. Well it was." she looked a bit more put together as she stared at him. Ginny had the remarkable ability to go back to business after an intense situation. "I could literally feel your desires. Not reading your mind, but… I knew what you wanted. I think you also know I wanted it too, so… it's okay." she smiled at him, a little weakly, but he knew it was just because she had been intensely facefucked.
Harry nodded. He still felt ashamed as he weakly smiled and bowed his head to rest it against hers. "Hey. Come on, I want eggs too." she said, rising to her feet and bringing him with her. He undid the sticking charm as Ginny summoned a towel to wipe herself off. They sat at the table, Harry at the head and Ginny next to him as they read the Daily Prophet together.
Harry was pouring some pumpkin juice when Ginny, without looking up from the paper, said; "Oh by the way, if you wanted to test my offer out, Luna asked for you to stop by today." Harry blinked and turned to her, staring at Ginny as if she'd just sprouted horns. "What? Come on, stop messing about. Did you even tell her about the curse?" He was so distracted he poured some of the juice on the table, clicking his tongue as he saw and quickly cleaning it with a towel. Sometimes, not using magic came naturally.
"As a matter of fact I did. I believe her words were; 'Oh that's fascinating. Do you know if he'd mind coming around after 7? That's when the Floating Lilies come out.' So… It's up to you if you want to cancel. It might be rude." Ginny then turned to look at him, with a fierce look in her eye.
Harry sipped some of the pumpkin juice. Ultimately he'd like to see Luna as they'd been busy and it had been a few months. On the other hand, his girlfriend was apparently eager for him to go out and meet a woman he shared a strong magical connection with, with the full knowledge or even expectation that a curse he was afflicted with could drive them to sex. He knew he could still go and resist the urges with the charm, but it felt like a test. Harry looked down at her. She'd gone back to reading the paper, her face implacable. It was times like this he wished he was some sort of incredible legilimens.
Harry sighed. "Okay, I'll go meet Luna tonight." Ginny looked up at him and beamed, her cheeks reddening immediately, making her freckles stand out. "I'll make sure I have the mirror with me when I take my bath tonight."