Sleeping Spell Seduction

**First, a quick disclaimer - all characters in the story you're about to read are over the age of 18. This is an adult fantasy scenario between consenting adults.** The common room was quiet, the fire long burned down to embers. Ginny lay sprawled across the couch, her red hair spilling over the cushions, lips slightly parted in sleep. Harry watched her for a long moment before slipping his wand from his pocket. "*Somnium permanens*," he murmured, watching her chest rise and fall in an unchanging rhythm. He knelt beside her, tracing his fingers up her thigh, beneath the hem of her skirt. Heat radiated from her skin. His cock strained against his trousers as he pushed the fabric higher, exposing her lace knickers—already damp. Harry hooked his fingers in the waistband and tugged them down, slow, deliberate. Ginny didn’t stir. "That’s it," he muttered, spreading her thighs wider. His thumb dragged through her slick folds, pressing against her clit. She was warm, swollen—ready. He unbuttoned his trousers, freeing his cock. A rough groan escaped him as he guided himself to her entrance and pushed in, her tightness enveloping him in one slow, sinful stroke. "Fuck," he hissed, hips snapping forward. Ginny’s body welcomed every inch, her skin flushed, silent but perfect beneath him.

Harry's grip tightened on her hips as he thrust deeper, his breath ragged against her neck. "Christ, you're tight," he growled, his nails digging into her skin just enough to mark. Ginny's lips parted with a soft, involuntary moan—still asleep, still pliant—but her body arched instinctively into him. "You like that?" he muttered, dragging his cock out almost all the way before slamming back in hard. "Bet you'd be screaming if you were awake." Her thighs trembled around him, her cunt clenching as if she could hear him. Harry smirked, grinding his hips in slow, deliberate circles. "Should wake you up," he rasped, fingers tangling in her hair. "Make you beg for it." A shudder ran through her, her back bowing off the couch as he fucked her harder, faster—each thrust punctuated by the slick slap of skin. "Or maybe I'll just keep you like this," he hissed. "Helpless. Mine."

Harry’s fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass, spreading her wider as he fucked into her with brutal precision. The wet, filthy sounds of her cunt taking him filled the room, her slick dripping down his balls with every thrust. "Look at you," he growled, rolling his hips in a vicious snap that made her clench around him. "Dripping for me even asleep." His free hand dragged up her stomach, fingers rough over her ribs before pinching her nipple—hard. Ginny’s breath hitched, her body tensing, her hips jerking against him. He could feel her tightening, the flutter of her walls as he fucked her toward oblivion. "Gonna come," he snarled, slamming into her deeper, grinding his cock against that spot inside her until she trembled. "Can't stop it, can you? Just a warm fucking hole for me to use." Her pussy pulsed around him, squeezing tight as he bottomed out with a groan, his release spurting hot inside her. He kept moving, fucking his cum deeper into her, until she was gasping—still asleep, still his.

Ron’s shadow fell over them, his fingers already working the buckle of his belt. “Fucking hell,” he muttered, eyes locked on Ginny’s flushed skin, her pussy stretched around Harry’s cock. Harry smirked, pulling out just enough to let Ron see the mess he’d made—her cunt glistening, his cum dripping out. “She’s still asleep,” he said, rough with satisfaction. Ron’s hand slid between her thighs, fingers spreading her wider, testing her slickness with a low groan. “Christ, she’s soaked.” His thumb circled her clit, sharp and deliberate, watching her hips twitch. “Bet she’ll wake up choking on my cock.” Harry gripped her waist, flipping her onto her stomach with a rough tug. “Then get in her mouth,” he ordered, lining himself up and thrusting back into her dripping heat. Ron’s fingers tangled in her hair, dragging her up onto her knees as he shoved his dick past her lips. Ginny’s muffled moan vibrated around him. “There she is,” Ron growled. “Swallow it.”

Ron yanked his cock from Ginny’s mouth, leaving her gasping as he shoved her back down onto the bed. Harry pulled out of her pussy with a wet sound, and Ron wasted no time lining himself up, slamming into her slick cunt in one brutal thrust. Ginny arched, a choked cry escaping her as Harry shifted behind her, his fingers dragging through the mess between her thighs before pressing against her tight asshole. He spat, working it in with rough fingers, stretching her until she whimpered. "Fuck—take it," Harry growled, replacing his fingers with the thick head of his cock. He pushed in slow, relishing the way she clenched around him, her body fighting the intrusion even as Ron pounded into her from the front. Ron’s hips snapped forward, his grip bruising on her hips. "Yeah, that’s it—squeezing my dick while he wrecks your ass." Ginny moaned, torn between them, every thrust driving her deeper into the mattress. Harry’s fingers dug into her waist as he bottomed out, his groan raw against her back. "Fucking perfect." Ron’s pace turned erratic, his cock twitching inside her. "Gonna fill you up—both fucking holes."