In an isolated booth in the Three Broomsticks, Daphne plastered a false smile on her lips as she listened to Stephen Cornfoot prattle on about his love of creating fertiliser to help magical plants flourish. It wasn't that the topic wasn't interesting, but Stephen hadn't stopped talking about it for the past twenty minutes. His butterbeer sat untouched on the table in front of him while Daphne's was nearly finished.
It was the second date she'd been on with Stephen. He was sweet enough, she supposed. Those soft brown locks of his did a lot to make his face quite handsome, and she couldn't help but want to run her fingers through his hair. He was in good shape physically speaking, and he was intelligent enough to be able to hold a conversation with her.
But this was going beyond just showing off his intellect. Stephen practically seemed to have forgotten about her entirely as he lectured on and on about one of his passions. Maybe it would've seemed cute if they'd been going out for longer, but they were still very much in the 'getting to know each other' stage of their relationship. As it stood today, he seemed much more interested in trying to educate her rather than to get to know her at all.
A sharp pain blossomed within Daphne's mouth as she bit the inside of her cheek to stop from sighing. She'd tried to show her disinterest by glancing about and only half heartedly humming in agreement whenever Stephen posed her a rhetorical question, but he hadn't picked up on any of her hints yet.
Maybe she should just call this a day and head back up to the castle early. She'd gotten all of her shopping done in Hogsmeade already.
"I've really liked spending time with you today, Daphne," Stephen finally said. She must have missed the end of his rant.
"So have I," she lied awkwardly.
But Stephen still didn't notice. Instead, his eyes glanced furtively about as his cheeks tinged a slight shade of pink.
"I don't want to sound too forward," he began nervously. "But I did rent a room here in advance in case you wanted a bit of a rest before we head back out into the village."
Ah. There it was.
It was never too long before anyone she dated suggested getting a bit more physical. She supposed that the war had made people seek comfort in the arms of others faster than was normal before, and she wasn't immune to that sentiment either. After all, she was the one who had taken the prerogative to start dating in the hopes of finding someone who could help scratch that certain itch she had. But lately, she'd grown more depressed with her chances of finding anyone who could measure up to her standards.
Still, it didn't bode well to go into such things with a negative outlook. It'd just ruin any chances of her finding any true joy out of the experience.
"That sounds nice," Daphne told Stephen. "A little lie down could do both of us some good, I think."
The excitement in his eyes was amusing to say the least. She wondered if her recent dating history of going out with a man once or twice before ending things had made him think that his chances of getting into bed with her were slim to none.
"Brilliant," Stephen exclaimed. "I'll just finish my butterbeer and—"
"Why don't you bring it up with us?" Daphne suggested. It'd be a while before he could polish off that tall glass, and she didn't want to drag this date out any longer than it needed to be.
"Alright," Stephen agreed readily, picking up the glass as Daphne slid herself out of the booth.
A simple notice-me-not charm helped to prevent any unwanted gazes on their backs as Stephen led Daphne over to the staircase that took them upstairs to one of the rooms for rent. Stephen fumbled with the key as he unlocked the door before gesturing for Daphne to step inside.
This wasn't the first time that Daphne had come up to one of these rooms with another potential partner of hers. All of them looked exactly the same with a simple bed, a plain desk, and a couple of armchairs next to a window that overlooked the quaint village.
Stephen set his butterbeer down on the desk awkwardly and glanced around the room nervously. "I, err…"
"Take it easy, Stephen," Daphne told him with a small giggle. "I don't bite."
"I know that," he replied quickly. "I… it's just… you're you and I'm me…"
"Don't sell yourself short," Daphne told him as she walked over to his side. "I wouldn't be here with you if I didn't see something in you that I liked."
"Really?" Stephen said, his eyebrows raising.
"Really," Daphne nodded. "And I don't think that you were too forward to get us a room like this at all. In fact…"
With practised ease, Daphne shrugged her outer robes off of her body, revealing the casual outfit she'd chosen for their date.
Muggle fashion had certainly taken off with pure-bloods after the war's end. At first, it had felt odd to wear such things, but Daphne had quickly learnt to appreciate the form-fitting nature of them.
She had on a pair of light-blue denim jeans that hugged her legs and arse perfectly, coupled with a cosy red woollen jumper that had a warming charm to keep the early-winter chill away. Beneath that, she'd chosen one of her nicer sets of panties with a matching black bra. It wasn't anything overly special, but her outfit did look adorable. Even Pansy of all people had gushed over how good it looked.
Stephen's eyes immediately dropped to the curve of her breasts underneath her jumper before they nervously shot back up to her eyes.
"You can look," Daphne laughed as she tugged at his outer robes. She enjoyed feeling his lustful gaze along her body as she helped him get more comfortable in his own muggle clothes.
Daphne took his hand in hers and led him over to the bed, giving her hips a nice sway to show off her arse to him before she turned around with a playful smile and leapt backwards onto the bed. She curled a finger to invite him on with her, which he did eagerly.
"I figure we've got at least half an hour before we need to get back out into the village," Daphne murmured softly as she moved her body closer to his. "Any ideas as to what we could get up to in the meantime?"
Evidently, that was the final push that Stephen needed to take the initiative and kiss her. Daphne eagerly returned the kiss, subconsciously noting that he was much better at it than the other men she'd kissed on her past few dates. He didn't slobber all over her with his tongue, and neither was he too timid that it felt like she was kissing a statue. His kiss was full of passion and desire, and Daphne could feel her body heating up in reply to his movements.
As their kiss deepened, Daphne placed a hand on Stephen's chest, hoping to invite him to get his hands involved in the action. She toyed with the buttons of his shirt, unbuttoning a couple and letting her fingers slip through the gap to feel his toned chest underneath.
Thankfully, Stephen got the hint and returned the favour. One of his hands danced along her hip for a few moments before he finally worked up the courage to slip it underneath her jumper. His hand felt so warm against her bare skin as he worked his way up the bottom of her bra.
Stephen hesitated there, unsure of whether or not to proceed. So, Daphne literally jostled her body downward, making her bra-covered breast slide right into the palm of his hand.
Daphne grinned into the kiss as Stephen groaned into her mouth. He squeezed her ample breast exploratively before boldly moving back down and slithering his fingers in between the cup of her bra and her actual breast.
Everything seemed to be going too perfectly. Daphne could feel her core starting to get wet, and she didn't want to wait much longer for the main event. So, she reached down to Stephen's trousers, unzipped them, and slid her hand carefully inside to find his cock already rock hard for her.
She grasped his cock in her fist and gave it a single pump as she pushed her tongue into Stephen's mouth. His body shuddered and he squeezed her breasts hard, trapping her nipple in between a pair of his fingers.
Daphne stroked his cock again, and then she felt his hips buck forward.
"Fuck," Stephen groaned as he came in his trousers.
Daphne instantly yanked her hand back, leaving Stephen to awkwardly shove his own hand into his trousers to help finish himself off.
"Damn it!" Daphne shouted at the ceiling as she rolled off of the bed and onto her feet. Another man couldn't keep himself under control for less than five fucking seconds.
"Sorry! Sorry!" Stephen shouted back in reply as he kept stroking his cock. "Don't go! I just—ugh—need a second. I'll be good to go again in—"
"Don't bother," Daphne replied coldly as she wiped her hand clean on the bed sheet before picking up her discarded robes. She tossed them on before Stephen could finish zipping back up his trousers. "I'll see you around."
"Daphne, wait!" Stephen called out after her, but she was already gone.
Why was it that every single man she ended up in a bed with failed her so utterly? How hard was it for them to hold back from cumming themselves before anything had even happened? Maybe Stephen would've been different and would've tried to get her off after he himself came, but that wasn't good enough for Daphne. She didn't want yet another disappointing experience in the bedroom. If he stuck his cock in her, she doubted that he'd have lasted more than a dozen thrusts before he would cum and ruin the whole evening.
Daphne hurried back downstairs and out into the crisp air. There was nothing left for her in Hogsmeade. Better to go back to the dorms while everyone else was still out and hope that she could get some type of enjoyment for herself.
The walk back up to the castle was lonely. She wished that she had some man who could keep her company and fuck her the way she deserved.
Her dorm was completely empty when returned. Millicent and Pansy would definitely still be in the village, and Tracey was probably off somewhere getting shagged by Potter… Harry, she mentally corrected herself.
Daphne groaned loudly. Her best friend was probably off getting her brains shagged out and she was stuck alone again.
She stripped down to nothing before hopping into her bed and drawing the curtains. There was a faint glow from the curtains as she applied her normal privacy charms, and then she got to work.
No matter what the situation, Daphne always found that she preferred to get herself started off with her fingers. Maybe it was a ritualistic-like practice that helped her body to truly relax, but regardless, it always worked.
Laying on her back, Daphne spread her legs open and let her fingers slowly feel around her labia. She took her time playfully running her little finger up and down her slit, moving closer and closer to her clit. She felt herself growing wetter as her fingers worked their magic. Her other hand wasn't idle either. She enjoyed teasing her nipples and the sensitive skin on the side of her neck, right where she loved to be kissed.
Slowly, Daphne felt her breathing pick up in pace and her body began to squirm atop the bed.
When she finally touched her clit, it felt like sparks exploded in front of her eyes. Her back arched off of the bed, and her toes curled wonderfully. She didn't apply too much pressure all at once. Instead, she went back to letting her fingers run in smooth circles around her clit, only touching it every so often to get her body all worked up and needy for more.
Her arousal began leaking out of her slit, collecting on her fingers. Daphne moaned and bit her lower lip as she plunged a couple of fingers inside of herself, pumping them to hit just the right spot inside of her.
The urge to get fucked had never been higher in Daphne's life. A thick cock splitting her open would be the only thing to make this evening perfect.
Groaning as she moved her hand away from her pussy, she grasped blindly for her wand until her wet fingers curled around it. Then, she cast an oft-used spell.
A silicone dildo appeared in midair and landed right in between her breasts. Daphne grabbed the thick, life-like shaft and applied a gentle warming charm to it so that it would mimic body temperature. Then, with a wave of her wand, she levitated it into the air and moved it right into position against her slit.
"Fuck," Daphne moaned lowly as she guided the dildo into her pussy. All she had to do was subtly gesture her wand back and forth and the dildo would follow her exact movements. It was simply perfect.
But as Daphne started pumping the thick shaft in and out of herself, she found a strange disappointment begin to settle in. The reality was that a dildo was no match for the real thing.
Once upon a time, that wouldn't have bothered Daphne quite so much, but after being shagged by Harry, a part of her knew that she could never truly be satisfied by anything else than the real thing. That didn't stop her from trying though. Daphne kept pumping the dildo in and out of her pussy faster and faster, trying to match that ridiculous pace that Harry had set with her over a month ago, but it just wasn't working.
Daphne let out a growl of frustration and banished the dildo far away. She tried to go back to using her fingers, but it just didn't feel right. She kept at it until she heard the sounds of her dormmates coming back, and by then her mood was ruined.
She cleaned herself up and got dressed before she reemerged from her bed. Pansy and Millicent were back, chatting away on their beds while they showed off their latest haul from Hogsmeade. Daphne sat with them and listened, but her heart wasn't in it. She just felt empty.
Supper came and went without any sign of Tracey, and Daphne could only imagine that it was because Harry had planned some special day with her, probably filled with plenty of mind-blowing sex. It pissed her off that she didn't have that in her life.
Back when Daphne had broken down and begged Harry to fuck her, she'd done so with Tracey's permission and approval. After that glorious day, Tracey had told Daphne to come back anytime she wanted more, but Daphne hadn't taken her up on that offer.
A part of her felt embarrassed that she had to rely on Harry of all people to get off. She was Daphne Greengrass! Men were lining up to get a chance of a date with her! Yet, she still couldn't find the right one.
But now, after so many more failed dates, Daphne didn't know if she could hold on any longer without getting fucked properly. If being embarrassed was the price she had to pay, then so be it.
Daphne returned to her dorm and waited late into the night for Tracey to finally make an appearance, but she never did. Even at breakfast the next day, neither Harry nor Tracey were present. Before she could even ask anyone about it, Pansy had already questioned Daphne if she knew where Tracey was. By the time she even thought to ask Harry's friend Hermione, it was already time for class.
Naturally, Harry and Tracey didn't show up.
The tapping of her shoes against the cold dungeon floor was clearly annoying her fellow classmates waiting for their Potions class to begin, but Daphne didn't care. Time was going by far too slowly, and her eyes were locked firmly onto the door.
Finally, Harry walked in, without Tracey by his side.
Daphne instantly picked up her things and walked over to the table he'd chosen at the back of the room.
"Where the hell have you and Tracey been?" She hissed at him.
"Good morning to you too, Daphne," Harry replied, chuckling at the fact that he was repeating his oft-used phrase whenever she approached him.
"I've been looking for you two since yesterday," Daphne continued, ignoring him. "I didn't see either of you in Hogsmeade."
"That's because we weren't in Hogsmeade."
"Obviously," Daphne rolled her eyes. "So, where were you two?"
"In Paris," Harry answered casually.
"Paris?" Daphne exclaimed in surprise.
"You know, the capital of France."
Daphne pinched the bridge of her nose. "I know what Paris is, you absolute dunderhead. How and why did you two go there?"
"We took a portkey," Harry replied as he began taking out his cauldron and setting it atop the table. "And the why should be obvious, no? It was a date."
"There's a lot closer places to visit for a date," Daphne pointed out. "Portkeys to France aren't exactly cheap. It seems like a waste to buy one for only a short visit."
"Oh, I didn't have to pay for one," Harry said. "Being the saviour of the wizarding world does have its perks."
"Please don't call yourself that ever again."
"Why not?" Harry asked with a cheeky grin. "Tracey loves calling me that in the bedroom."
"Is that where she is now? Resting up somewhere?" Daphne asked him.
"She's in the Prefect's Bathroom," Harry told her. "They've got a lot of potions that can be poured into the bath from one of the many faucets. They work wonders on helping to relax sore muscles. I can get you in there too if you ever want a break."
Maybe later, Daphne thought to herself, after Harry had given her a reason to need it.
"Will she be attending class later or is she going back to our dorms?"
Harry shook his head. "Neither. She's going back to the Room of Requirement. We have plans for this evening."
"Plans?" Daphne repeated as she raised an eyebrow.
"You know," Harry said pointedly. "I thought that you were the one who never wanted any of the juicy details."
"And you were the one who told me to get used to talking about stuff like this if you were going to fuck me," Daphne retorted.
"There's the lede that she buried," Harry chuckled to himself. "You want another go with Tracey and I, is that it?"
"Merlin, yes," Daphne groaned. "You don't know how hard I've been trying to find someone else to get with—"
"You don't need to make up stories to get me to have sex with you," Harry joked.
Daphne glared at him. "Don't be a pest. I'm sure that Tracey's told you all about the horrid dates I've been on."
Harry shrugged. "She's mentioned a few of them. Tough luck with Stephen Cornfoot by the way. Half the castle is talking about how you stormed out of the Three Broomsticks with him chasing after you. He's a nice bloke, but I guess he wasn't nice enough in the places that count."
"You could say that again," Daphne muttered. "Now, are you going to fuck me or not?"
"Feisty," Harry tsked his tongue playfully.
"Potter… Harry, I don't have the patience for this," Daphne sighed exasperatedly. "I've needed to get off for weeks now, and it just isn't happening."
"Not even when you take care of yourself?" Harry asked. "Tracey did tell me that you always gave her excellent tips in that regard."
"Not even then," Daphne replied.
"Why?" Harry asked curiously.
There was no way that she was going to tell him that it was because sex with him was so incredible that everything else seemed lifeless. Absolutely not. No way could she say something so embarrassing.
"It's because it's not as good as it was with me, right?" Harry asked with a cocky smirk.
Daphne wished they were having this talk over breakfast in the Great Hall again. At least there she would've had a knife handy, ready to stab him.
Her dark thoughts must've shown on her face because Harry quickly put up his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. If it's any consolation, you were bloody amazing. Even Tracey's been getting antsy wondering if you were ever going to join us again."
"So, is that a yes?" Daphne asked him with a warning in her eyes in case he decided on anything else clever to say.
"It's a yes," Harry agreed.
"Finally," Daphne groaned.
Suddenly, she ducked beneath the table before anyone could spot her and pulled out her wand.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked her with a frown.
"I'm sick and tired of waiting," Daphne muttered back to him as she cast a spell. It was a simple Invisibility Charm, a spell that often caused more problems than it was worth. Unless one carefully mapped out the area that was rendered invisible, you could end up causing everything within the charm to become invisible as well. That was what made its use beneath the table so perfect.
The four legs of the table worked as the perfect focal points for her spell. She was able to create multiple rectangular sections of the spell, preventing anyone except for Harry to see what was going on under the table. She was quite careful in ensuring that Harry's legs and his chair would still appear as a snapshot image for anyone who happened to glance underneath the table.
If anyone did look more closely, all they'd see was a faint shimmer around the base of Harry's table. In the dimly-lit dungeon, it'd take someone with an incredibly keen eye to notice it, even if they were only a few centimetres away.
Satisfied, Daphne snuggled up in between Harry's legs and looked up at him. "I want to suck your cock."
Harry snorted. "I figured that you'd prefer something that was more pleasurable for yourself."
"Trust me, when you're as horny and pent up as I am, doing anything remotely sexual to something else is as much for my pleasure as it is for yours," Daphne retorted as she started unzipping his trousers.
At that moment, Professor Slughorn finally walked in and stepped up to the front of the class. Before he could so much as get a word in, Daphne pulled out Harry's cock and wrapped her lips around the tip of it. Blood rushed into Harry's cock, hardening it quickly as Daphne flicked her tongue back and forth, teasing it to life.
It felt so wonderful to finally let her tongue lick up and down a nice thick shaft. Daphne had long since given up hope of finding someone who could both last in bed with her and be well endowed, so to have Harry's cock here for her delight was a real treat. She loved seeing it twitch as she planted wet kisses along it.
Slughorn began his lecture, and the rise in noise gave Daphne the cover she needed to make a bit more noise herself. She sucked on Harry's cock, taking him deeper into her mouth as she buried her face in his lap. Harry's left hand ran through her silky hair while his right jotted down notes.
There was a deep sense of relief in the fact that Harry wasn't cumming in her mouth right away. Stephen had just been the latest disappointment in a long list of men, but Harry proved once again that he wasn't like any other man. He could withstand the pleasures of her body without losing control over himself.
Daphne saw no need to try to push Harry to his limits early on. Their class would be going on for some time, so she had the luxury of taking things slow. She softly slurped on his cock as she bobbed her head up and down lazily. By the end of class, she wanted Harry to be as worked up as she was.
Although Daphne was going slowly, there was nothing clean or proper about the way she was sucking his cock. She let her saliva drip out of her mouth and down his shaft, staining the base of his trousers. Her hair was bound to look a mess too with how he kept stroking the top of her head and occasionally gripping her hair in his fist when she touched a particularly delicate spot.
However, it wasn't much longer before Harry was forced to stand up and get to work on his potion. Daphne was thankful that the table was tall enough that his cock was still within her reach. Rather than leave to go get his ingredients, Harry merely summoned them to his desk and quickly got to work.
The sounds of Harry chopping something overhead drowned out the sound of Daphne gagging as she took Harry's cock into her throat. She focused intently on her breathing as she kept his cock there, getting nice and warm from her body's heat. Harry couldn't truly direct her or say anything while he was standing up working on his potion, but he still managed to buck his hips against her face, shoving his cock even deeper down her throat.
It was only when the need for air grew to be too much that Daphne pulled herself back. She released Harry's cock from her mouth and sucked in a deep breath, satisfied at the way it jumped and throbbed in the air as he waited for her to get back to work.
Before she did that though, Daphne unbuttoned her top and exposed her breasts to the air. Her nipples felt so damned sensitive with how turned on she was, and she just needed to give them enough of a touch to dull the ache that was growing in her core. She could feel her pussy drooling into her panties, desperate for Harry's thick cock to fill her up.
"Fuck it," she muttered to herself as she hiked up her skirt and pulled her panties to the side. Her fingers found her clit and went to work teasing it as her juices dripped down her thighs and spilt onto the floor.
Suddenly, Harry crouched down with an annoyed look on his face. "Why did you stop—oh."
"I just can't help it," Daphne whined, not caring how exposed she must've looked as she played with herself. She felt more vulnerable this way than when she was actually naked and being fucked by Harry, but her sheer horniness overrode any sense of modesty. "I'm too turned on."
Harry bit his lip. "Alright. I'm going to pretend to be sick. Throw this on and sneak out of the classroom with me when I get up to leave."
He reached into his bag and grabbed a silky-looking cloak. Daphne sucked her juices clean off of her fingers before she grabbed it from Harry's offered hand. It took her a moment to recognise his invisibility cloak from all of the stories that Tracey had told her.
"Professor," Harry suddenly called out. "I'm not feeling so well. Do you mind if I—"
Slughorn bustled over to Harry's table in a rush. "Of course, my dear boy. It's no trouble at all. Go on off to the Hospital Wing. I won't be having it said that Harry Potter of all people got ill under my watch. Leave your supplies here; I'll see them returned to you this evening."
It took quite a bit of will to suppress the snort that wanted to leave Daphne's nose, but she managed it.
As Harry grabbed his bag, Daphne pulled the cloak tightly around her, not even bothering to fix her top so that her breasts weren't sticking out. She knew that the cloak would stop anyone from seeing them.
Harry left his chair out so that it was easy for Daphne to crawl out from under the desk. He slowly made his way over to the door, leaving her plenty of time to catch up. When he did open it, he gave Daphne a chance to slip out before he followed along and closed the door behind them.
"The Room of Requirement," he reminded Daphne as he murmured aloud.
Daphne couldn't keep her fingers away from her pussy as they took secret passage after secret passage to climb to the upper levels of the castle. Her core felt like it was on fire, and if it weren't for the fact that it was only right for Tracey to be around for this, Daphne was certain that she would've jumped Harry in one of those secret passageways and mounted his cock like a desperate, needy slut.
Merlin, that was what she was. She needed Harry's cock so badly that she was willing to get down on her hands and knees and beg for it.
The Daphne that existed before she'd been fucked by Harry would've looked down on her for that. Now, her experiences gave her an understanding of exactly how much pleasure she could truly feel. If she was a slut for wanting Harry's cock that much, then fine. She was a slut. His slut.
Daphne bit her lip and moaned softly. Harry glanced back over his shoulder in her general direction with a curious frown, but he quickly turned back and continued guiding her up to the Room of Requirement.
The door to the room opened at Harry's approach, and Daphne was stunned at what she saw as she stepped inside.
"You actually recreated my bedroom?" Daphne asked in surprise as she pulled the invisibility cloak off of her body and hung it up on a hook next to the door.
"After Pansy mentioned that you were looking for me, I had a good idea as to why," Tracey replied.
The expansive room that sat on the upper floor of Greengrass Manor had a light-coloured wooden floor that was covered with dark green and pink rugs. A pair of wardrobes sat on either side of a gorgeous vanity, directly across the room from a desk and a private reading nook with large windows that overlooked the setting sun and the rolling hills that surrounded the manor. A princess-style bed that was big enough to fit four grown adults side-by-side rested against the lone wall, and that was where Tracey was lounging.
"I think she would've cursed me if I didn't let her know that you were just relaxing after our little trip," Harry chuckled as he walked over to Tracey's side and kissed her. "And she did a damn good job of getting me worked up in class just now."
"Is that why you two left early?" Tracey asked before laughing. "Oh, Daphne. Why did you wait so long before coming back to us? I told you that you're always welcome if you need a fix."
"I…" Daphne tried to reply, but she tripped over her words. "I just didn't want you to feel like I was trying to steal Harry away from you or anything."
"Trust me, I know that you'd never do that," Tracey told her with a soft smile before adding a teasing comment. "Not that you could, even if you tried."
"I don't know, love," Harry chuckled as he kissed Tracey again. "She made a good case for it in class earlier underneath the table."
"Oh?" Tracey cocked an approving eyebrow up at Daphne. "I didn't expect that from you little miss prim and proper."
"Yeah, well," Daphne shrugged awkwardly, her cheeks lighting up red. "I've been really pent up."
"Still is if that moan I heard in the secret passageway wasn't just a figment of my imagination," Harry chimed in.
"We shouldn't leave her waiting then, should we?" Tracey grinned at Harry. "Come on over, Daphne."
The moment she took a step forward, every stitch of clothing vanished off of everyone's bodies.
Tracey and Harry both looked as delicious as ever, and Harry's cock was still slick with Daphne's saliva. Her core pulsed again as she walked the rest of the way over to the bed, nearly drooling in anticipation of finally getting fucked.
"Climb aboard," Tracey told Daphne as she patted the bed.
As she climbed up, Harry got on next to her and suddenly shoved her forward. Daphne landed flat on the bed with her breasts squished beneath her. Tracey laid down right in front of her, face-to-face.
"We're going to use a special charm that we've wanted to try out for so long but haven't had the opportunity for it," Tracey told Daphne excitedly. "It'll hold you in place so that while Harry fucks you, you won't be bouncing around wildly on the bed."
"Why?" Daphne asked Tracey. Honestly, that'd been one of her favourite parts about getting fucked by Harry. He felt so manly when he was knocking her body about with ease.
"So that I can snog you the way I've wanted to for years," Tracey told her with a wicked grin. "Don't pretend like us practising kissing each other didn't awaken anything in you."
Daphne blushed brightly at the memories. When they'd both gotten to that age where they were ready to start dating, they'd practiced kissing each other over a summer so that they wouldn't mess it up when they found a boy they wanted to kiss. It was the start of Daphne's attraction to Tracey, something that she only drunkenly revealed when the Carrows were in charge of Hogwarts and she suggested that she and Tracey help get each other off one night.
"Besides, I want to see your face when you cum from taking it like such a good girl," Tracey cooed.
At that moment, Harry climbed onto the bed behind Daphne and grabbed her arse cheeks. He spread them apart, revealing her glistening pink pussy.
"Are you ready for the charm?" Tracey asked her.
Daphne bit her lip and nodded. "Do it."
Suddenly, a strange sensation washed over her. None of her movement felt restricted, but when Harry placed the tip of his cock against her entrance, she noticed a slight tug behind her navel. It was like a much less intense version of the feeling she had when she apparated, and it disappeared almost instantly.
"After all that teasing in Potions, I'm not going to be able to hold back," Harry warned Daphne.
"I don't care," she replied over her shoulder. "I need you to fuck me as hard and rough as you can to get this build up out of my system."
"That's like music to his ears," Tracey giggled. "Harry loves to take me rough. You should join us under his invisibility cloak one day in a corridor. He'll just pull me into an alcove in between classes, bend me over, and fuck me until we're screaming each other's names."
That sounded bloody wonderful.
"How did I ever get so lucky to have a best friend like you?" Daphne asked sincerely.
"You don't need to try to charm your way into my pants," Tracey winked at her playfully. "We're already naked in bed together."
Daphne rolled her eyes and looked back at Harry again. "If you don't start, we're going to keep chatting."
Harry snorted in amusement. "Sorry for giving you two a moment."
Before Daphne could come up with something snarky to reply with, Harry pushed forward and began to sink into her depths. Barely half of his cock was inside before he started to slow.
"Deeper," Daphne whimpered.
"You're just feel so fucking good," Harry groaned, but he complied with her command nonetheless until his cock was fully inside of her, stretching her out beautifully.
"You were so naughty getting him worked up in Potions," Tracey grinned at Daphne. "Don't worry. I like to tease him too until he fucks me like a wild animal. There's nothing quite like getting fucked by a thick cock like his, is there?"
"No, there isn't," Daphne answered honestly, shocking herself that she'd said so out loud.
"Then you'd better not disappoint her, Harry," Tracey told her boyfriend.
Rather than replying verbally, Harry let his actions do the talking.
With a sudden ferocity, Harry yanked his hips back and then thrust forward back into Daphne's pussy. She expected to be jostled forward like normal, but the spell kept her in place without any sense of discomfort. She still felt that wonderful jolt of Harry's hips slamming against her plump arse and his cock delving into the deepest part of her pussy, but her body barely moved at all, just enough to allow the magic affecting her to disperse the kinetic energy.
Almost immediately, Daphne felt that deep scratch of hers being itched, and her entire body sung with pleasure as Harry's cock pounded into her pussy again and again. Daphne opened her mouth to unleash a cry of pleasure, but whatever came out was muffled against Tracey's sweet lips as she kissed her. The feeling of finally being fucked by such a fabulous cock was almost overwhelming. All of the pleasure that she'd been denied for weeks now felt like it was crashing down on her all at once, and having Tracey kissing her felt like the cherry on top of the most delicious sundae in the world.
Harry's savage thrusts were so overwhelming that Daphne found her body locking up. She struggled to kiss Tracey back when Harry's thick cock was molding her pussy to his shape. For once, she didn't have to take the lead with some timid man who was too nervous about her beauty to last in bed.
Tracey giggled against Daphne's lips and held her face with both of her hands. "His cock is something else, isn't it? Getting fucked by him makes me feel like I can barely string a sentence together afterwards."
Daphne gave a jerky nod that was interrupted by a loud moan as Harry spanked her arse hard. The stinging pain mixed beautifully with the pleasure coming from his cock, heightening it even further. She had no idea how anything in the world could feel this incredible, but Harry made it happen.
In a sense, Daphne knew that Harry had ruined her entirely. No other man seemed capable of even coming close to matching the sexual prowess that he exhibited. His cock simply filled her pussy up like nothing else could. Even if she found someone with a bigger cock or conjured a larger toy, it just wouldn't be Harry's. His desperate aggression as he fucked her matched her own needy libido. It was exactly what she needed. She didn't deserve to have to waste her days hunting around for some other man to come close to matching up with Harry. She just needed him.
"I don't know if anyone else can compare with him," Daphne admitted, vulnerable and revelling in it all at the exact same time.
"Then stay with us," Tracey told Daphne sincerely. "Stop chasing lesser men around. Merlin knows that I can't keep up with Harry's libido on my own. Just look at him go right now after our incredible date. My body couldn't stand to get fucked this hard, no matter how much I wish I could."
Suddenly, Harry collapsed on top of Daphne's back and leaned in close to whisper into her ear. His range of motion with his hips was quite limited in this angle, but that didn't stop him from still fucking her with everything he had. His cock was quite deep inside of her, and he kept rocking back and forth and stirring himself around inside of her.
"You're ours now," Harry declared, sending a wonderful shiver down Daphne's spine. "Now and forever."
"Now and forever," Daphne repeated breathlessly.
"Good girl," Tracey and Harry said together.
Harry sat back up and went right back to pounding Daphne's pussy as Tracey pulled Daphne in for another kiss. It felt different this time though. Knowing that she was theirs left Daphne in a state of pure awe as they made her feel better than ever before.
In the delirium of being fucked so good, Daphne barely realised the moment that she screamed out Harry's name as she came around his cock. The overwhelmingly hot orgasm that made her pussy clamp down hard around him knocked all sense out of her mind. Daphne could barely think or do anything other than revel in the pure ecstasy that overcame her body, leaving her a trembling mess.
"Fuck!" Harry cried out as he exploded inside of her.
Hot spurts of cum filled Daphne's pussy and coated her inner walls. It was pure bliss; a perfect connection between two people that simply couldn't be matched by anything else in the world. Daphne let herself be washed away by the sensation, only regaining true consciousness several moments later when her eyes focused in on Tracey's beaming face.
"I knew you'd look gorgeous when you had an orgasm," Tracey declared with a wicked grin.
Though her energy was sapped, Daphne still managed a cheeky rebuttal.
"You can see it every night, if you can make me cum that is."
From the twinkle in Tracey's eyes, Daphne knew that she'd just cemented a promise that would last a lifetime.