Fic: Tethered (Harry/Ginny)
Title: Tethered
Author: phaballa
Recipient's name: tosca1390
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Harry/Ginny
Warnings: object insertion, anal sex, rimming
Author's notes: In which Ginny channels Vampire!Willow and Harry enjoys the results.



“Stop squirming, Harry,” Ginny commanded, frowning. “You asked for this and now you’re going to get it.”

“But Gin,” Harry panted, staring in frustration at the naked girl lounging indolently at the foot of his bed, “you’ve tied me too tightly. I can barely… move!” he gasped, straining against the bonds that trapped his wrists to the headboard.

Ginny smiled sweetly and shifted on the bed, kneeling between Harry’s spread ankles. “That’s the whole point of this, isn’t it?” she asked. She stroked her index finger delicately from his ankle upward, just brushing the smooth, pale skin of his inner thigh. “Isn’t this how you wanted it,” she asked in a low voice, “spread out for display on your own bed, helpless to do anything about it?”

“Yes,” Harry whispered, his voice tinged with shame, “but Gin—ow!”

He broke off when Ginny viciously pinched the inside of his thigh. “You’ll speak when spoken to,” she said coldly, “and I say no more talking. But if you’re a very good puppy and do everything I say, maybe you’ll get a treat. Are you going to be good?”

Harry nodded silently, his eyes wide with shock. He hadn’t expected Ginny to get into this so much. It was just supposed to be a game, but the strange light in her eyes looked all too serious.

Ginny was serious. For once she had Harry all to herself, powerless, wandless, naked… he couldn’t stop her if he wanted to. And by the time she finished with him, he’ll wish she never would.

Her pinch had wilted Harry’s burgeoning erection. Ginny leaned over him, long hair brushing infuriatingly against his thighs, and just breathed, hot and slightly damp against his cock. Then quickly, before he began to harden again, she took his soft, warm length in her mouth.

She liked it best this way, when she could fit every bit of him on her tongue His cock pulsed inside the hot cavern of her mouth and she could feel his flesh twitching against her tongue and palette. Ginny back off as his erection returned with near-frightening rapidity, stroking her tongue roughly along the underside of his prick as she went.

Harry trembled in his bonds, letting out a strangled moan as his cock jerked against the warm, slick length of Ginny’s tongue. His bonds tightened as he strained against them, chafing the delicate skin of his wrists with a searing sting.

At the sound of his moans, Ginny stopped her lapping and smirked at him from her position on all fours between his legs. “That’s right puppy,” she breathed, her eyes shining with wild excitement, “Ginny’s going to make you bark.”

Oh holy fuck, Harry thought anxiously, what have I gotten myself into? Strangely enough, the predator-like expression on Ginny’s normally sweet face only aroused him more. He wanted to say something—to tell her how amazing she looked between his thighs, or beg her to take him in her mouth again—but he remembered her rules and remained silent, sending her pleading looks with wide green eyes instead. He could feel his cock leaking with precome, gathering in a small pool at the slit before dripping slowly down to the base to mingle with her saliva. If only she would touch him…

“You’re beautiful,” she told him, “and you’re going to look even better when I’m fucking you.”

Harry swallowed hard and watched as Ginny turned away from him to lean down and pull something out of his trunk. He let out a low, throaty moan at the sight she presented him with: slim, boyish hips and tightly curved arse. He could just see her holes—both of them—glistening with moisture, looking ready to be fucked.

When Ginny turned back to him, Harry’s eyes lit on the strangely shaped object she held in her hand. Long, thick and cylindrical, the bright pink object bent easily when Ginny tested it, pliable and slightly springy. In her other hand she held what looked like the sort of harness one might use for rock climbing, but the straps dangling from it were made of what looked to be black leather.

Ginny knelt up on the mattress and spread her knees as far apart as she could get them. Then, gritting her teeth and clenching her eyes shut, Ginny placed the rounded tip of one end of the pink object at her dripping entrance and pushed.

Harry watched in stunned silence as the thick pink tube disappeared into Ginny. He had never seen anything quite like it… the way her hole stretched and pulled to accommodate its girth, clear fluid leaking down her quivering thighs in slow rivulets. Harry wanted to lick her thighs clean, wanted it to be him contorting her face into such a lovely combination of pain and pleasure. Harry thought he might come just from watching her. Her breath hitched and she let out a strangled moan as the—is that a dildo? What’s Ginny doing with a dildo in the first place? —thing slid home, resting neatly near the center of it.

Harry whimpered at the sight of her, stretched around the dildo’s thickness, her small breasts heaving with effort. He was so distracted by it he barely noticed that she was fiddling with the harness now, pulling on the peculiar leather straps, until she was done. She knelt there smiling wickedly at him, half of the object protruding from her dusky red curls just like…

Harry’s eyes widened in sudden realization and he tried to scramble away, but his ankle bonds held fast. “Ginny, what… surely you’re not going to…?”

Ginny reached across his trembling body, grasped one nipple between her small, deft fingers, and twisted. Harry yelped and tried to jerk away, but his prick continued to leak all the same, straining toward the heat of her body leaning over him, so very close.

“Bad puppy,” she said with a frown. “I’m going to release your legs, and if you know what’s good for you, you won’t struggle. Or actually, do struggle. I might enjoy your punishment that much more…”

Her fingers released his tortured nipple and trailed downward, across his stomach, caressing the sharp curve of his hip before reaching down to untie his ankles. Harry lay absolutely still, aroused and slightly fearful as he watched the pink cylinder bob between her legs. He licked his lips, dry with nervousness, as she gently rubbed the feeling back into his ankles. Did he want this? he asked himself frantically. He supposed she’d meant it quite literally when she’d said she was going to fuck him. The thought alone had him clenching his arse cheeks in anticipation and fear. He’d never done it before and he wondered fleetingly if he was ready for something like that. Surely it would be painful, she was just messing with him, must be, because he couldn’t imagine something that big would actually fit inside him…

“Roll over,” Ginny commanded, nudging him with her knees roughly. “Up on your knees and grab the headboard.”

Harry complied, thighs trembling from having strained so hard against his bonds earlier. Bracing himself against the headboard, he felt Ginny move up behind him, her thighs just brushing the back of his. He could feel that… that thing between her legs ghosting against his clenched cheeks, the tip just nudging his balls.

Ginny ran her fingers through his messy hair and kissed the back of his neck soothingly. “Shhh. You’re doing so well, such a good puppy.”

“Ginny?” Harry cringed to hear the quaver in his voice. “I don’t know if this is such a good—“

Smack. Her hand landed with a hot sting on his arse. Harry gasped and moaned at the same time, jerking away, but Ginny’s fingers tightened in his hair. He felt something wet and cold—her finger? —sweep down the cleft of his arse, rubbing roughly against the tight ring of muscle she found there. Her finger was wet and gentle, probing delicately at his entrance before pushing in slightly, just the tip of her finger at first, twisting it inside him, pushing further and further in, bit by agonizingly slow bit. The gentleness contrasted starkly with the painful tugging of her fingers in his hair. He found himself pushing his hips back against that gentle pressure, wanting more, wanting to be filled, to be fucked.

Ginny laughed softly in his ear. “That’s right puppy. You want this, you little whore. You want me to fuck you, to bend you over and slam my cock deep inside your tight arse. I’m going to break you open, and you’ll be begging for me to never stop.”

“Yes!” was Harry’s gasping reply.

Ginny slammed her finger home suddenly, twisting it deep inside him. She drew back and added a second finger, forcing a hoarse cry from Harry’s throat. He could feel her slim fingers curling inside him, scissoring and stretching. She brushed against something deep inside and Harry yelled at the near-painful bust of pleasure it caused. He felt Ginny’s lips form a knowing smile against his neck and shuddered. His balls felt tight against him and Harry knew that if she kept on, he was going to…

“Oh no, you don’t,” Ginny said sternly. She let go of his hair and reached around to grab the base of his cock in a tight grip. “Not until I say so.”

Harry groaned in frustration. His balls began to ache and he rotated his hips almost unconsciously, trying to make her touch that spot again. Just one more time, once more, he was soclose…

But then Ginny was pulling her fingers out completely. The bed shifted slightly beneath him as she moved and then… oh dear god, was that her tongue?

Something warm and wet and slightly rough lapped at his entrance in long licks that went straight to Harry’s prick. Harry chanced a glance over his shoulder and yes, there was Ginny, delicate pink tongue pressed between his spread cheeks, looking for all the world like a cat with a saucer of cream. Harry’s cock dripped thick, translucent liquid onto her hand and she tightened her grip to an almost painful hold. Harry let his head drop between his arms as that clever tongue snaked itself inside his stretched hole, fucking him in strong, short thrusts.

The tongue disappeared and Harry felt something much larger, slick and smooth, nudging at his now-leaking hole. Ginny let go of his cock to grasp his hips with both hands. “You’re so beautiful Harry,” she breathed, “so fucking gorgeous.”

The she was pushing into him, stretching him painfully, slowly, as Harry gasped and gripped the headboard, digging his nails into the soft wood. It was too much, too big, it’d never fit, he was breaking apart… Ginny moaned softly as her hips came to a stop against his arse. She laid her cheek on his trembling back and Harry could feel her trembling too, shaking with the effort to keep control. His passage pulled and stretched with her tiniest movements, and ever so slowly he felt himself relaxing and opening up. He could feel every inch of the cock inside him pressing against the walls of his passage and it felt… it felt fucking amazing.

Then Ginny began to move and his world seemed to shatter into a thousand fragments. She pulled out slowly, inch by inch until Harry was whimpering and rotating his hips wantonly before slamming back in so hard Harry thought her could feel her cock in his stomach. She fucked him slow and hard, fingers digging into his hips as she gasped out her pleasure in a litany of jumbled whispers.

“Oh fuck yes, Harry. So good, such a lovely little slut, so hot and tight. I want you to come for me puppy. Come for me now!”

Her cock scraped against that spot again, once, twice, three times and her fingers, wet with his precome, reached around to slide over his cock, nail pressing into the slit just so and he was coming, his cock jerking as it sprayed long white ropes across his pillow and headboard. Ginny’s hands released their grip on his hips to stroke his back and sides soothingly as she pulled out of his still-clenching hole, wringing one last moan from Harry’s throat. Her fingers untied the knots at his wrists and Harry let himself collapse onto the bed, limp in the aftermath of his orgasm, feeling pleasurably sore and sticky.

Ginny knelt above him, fiddling with the straps about her waist. Once undone, she gripped the end of the cock that had been inside Harry and began pulling, arms trembling with the combined forces of exhaustion and pleasure. Harry moved quickly, kneeling in front of her, one hand on her shoulder, the other covering hers on the dildo. He pulled it out of her slowly, until he could see the tip of its pink head before shoving it roughly back inside her dripping, clenching hole, his fist rubbing against her hot slit. Ginny cried out and began to shake, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. Harry pulled out again, this time sliding two fingers neatly alongside the firm surface of the dildo before slamming it home again. Her tight passage clenched and spasmed around the cock and his fingers and she screamed, letting her head fall back to expose the long column of her throat.

Afterward, cleaned up and exhausted, they lay side by side in Harry’s bed. Ginny was enjoying the way his fingers played with her hair and was just beginning to drowse when she heard him say, “Next time, you’re the one getting fucked.”

Ginny giggled. “Whatever you say. Puppy.”