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Power Plays Chapter 30
🕑 Added 2024-02-07 16:59:01 +0000 UTCHermione and Daphne quickly lost themselves in their embrace as Harry watched on with a mixture of amusement and lust. From the way that Hermione was pawing at Daphne’s back as she pulled the other woman closer to her, it was clear that she certainly had been depriving herself while she was away in America.
Hermione had never been the type to sleep around much. He’d been her first lover back when they’d been on the run from the Death Eaters. Those long nights in the tent after Ron had left had been some of the most blissful moments Harry could remember from such a bleak time, but after Ron returned, Harry and Hermione had stopped everything. It wasn’t exactly something they talked about; they just stopped.
When the war ended and the initial chaos settled down, it had felt strange going back to normal, like nothing had happened. With Ron busy with his family and helping to manage the joke shop, Harry and Hermione had reconnected again. They’d found solace in each other in his bed at Grimmauld Place, but neither of them wanted anything more than to comfort each other.
Harry had once thought that he might end up with Hermione, but he knew that they weren’t what they needed for each other. Even before his crusade to reform the Ministry from within, he’d known that he wanted to be with someone who he felt completed him. Hermione certainly scratched a certain itch within him, and she was still his best friend, but his heart told him that she wasn’t the one. She’d admitted to the same feeling, and they’d both agreed that they were fine with what they had. They were best friends, and sometimes a little bit more.
Hermione’s dating life had been abysmal for as long as he’d known her, and Harry wasn’t even sure if she’d slept with anyone else. She never really talked about it, and the only real insights he had were when she’d come over to visit and make it clear that she’d gone far too long without being gifted an orgasm from someone else.
Harry quite liked their arrangement if he was being honest, but he had a feeling that he was going to like it so much more now that Daphne was involved. It was hard not to watch these two beautiful women snogging each other with such passion and to know that he was one of the luckiest wizards in the world to have both of them in his life.
In their time together, he and Daphne had shared a couple lovers. One had been a female intern with the Department of Magical Games and Sports, who’d managed to help Daphne get a bit of insider information on some of the senior staff’s opinions on a few bits of upcoming broomstick legislation. Another had been a woman a couple of years older than them who managed several profitable businesses in Diagon Alley. She helped Harry crack down on some illicit smuggling through Knockturn Alley, which Harry pretended to not notice that this woman had also profited off of.
Each encounter with a new witch in their bedroom was fun and exciting for the both of them, but one thing that Harry hadn’t expected was how adept Daphne was with pleasuring other witches.
Hermione obviously hadn’t been expecting it either. Despite being locked into a passionate snog with Daphne, it was as though she hadn’t thought that things would progress beyond that until Harry became involved. Instead of that happening, Daphne pushed things forward with her hands first.
Hermione’s back arched pleasantly as Daphne slipped her hand down the front of Hermione’s panties, and then she suddenly jumped as Daphne slipped a finger inside of her.
“You’re wet already,” Daphne said in a playful tone. “Good; it’ll make my job easier then.”
It was like watching a master at work as Daphne systematically tore down Hermione’s defences. She wasn’t pumping her fingers furiously in and out of Hermione’s pussy, but she did have a smooth, circular rotation of her wrist that Harry knew was bound to let her palm rub against Hermione’s clit while her fingers explored inside of Hermione’s pussy. Her other hand made its way underneath Hermione’s robes and up towards her chest too.
Hermione, normally prim and proper, looked frozen in place with her eyes snapped shut and her mouth hanging open. A low moan left her lips as Daphne kissed her neck and continued her ministrations on her body. It looked like a transcendent experience of pleasure.
“Come with me,” Daphne told Hermione, smirking at the double entendre.
Hermione followed Daphne over towards the sofa so obediently that it even surprised Harry. Daphne didn’t even bother to stop touching Hermione as they walked, nor did she stop when she got Hermione to lay down on the sofa.
Daphne settled herself in between Hermione’s thighs and finally looked back at Harry.
“Could you get rid of her clothes for me?” Daphne asked Harry. “I don’t think she’d like me to stop what I’m doing to undress her.”
“Please don’t stop,” Hermione breathed out a shaky breath. Her knees were wobbling back and forth, and her hands were bunched up into fists at her side.
“You see,” Daphne chuckled. She rewarded Hermione with another nice touch to her clit, and Hermione squealed in delight as her back arched off of the sofa.
Harry groaned at the sight of his girlfriend making his best friend look so desperate. He quickly pulled out his wand and cast a vanishing spell, which removed all three of their clothes.
Despite not being quite what she asked for, Daphne didn’t seem to mind as she scooted up closer towards Hermione’s pussy. Daphne looked so damn gorgeous laying there on the sofa. Her arse jutted out perfectly, showing just how nicely plump and toned it was, and Harry wanted to put his hands all over her delicate back and massage her, but he didn’t want to break the magic of what was going on between Daphne and Hermione right now.
Apparently, Daphne had gotten two of her fingers inside of Hermione’s pussy while she’d been pleasuring her, and her other hand was focused on teasing Hermione’s pokey, pink nipples. Daphne’s palm was facing towards the ceiling, and Harry could see her curling her fingers up inside of Hermione’s pussy.
Slowly, Daphne leaned in close to Hermione’s pussy, keeping her gaze solely focused on Hermione’s face so that she could gauge the reactions to what she was doing. Her small tongue slipped out past her lips and gave Hermione’s clit a tentative flick.
“Yes,” Hermione moaned. “More.”
Daphne did exactly that by suddenly pressing her lips to Hermione’s clit and giving it the most delicate kiss as her fingers moved around inside of her.
It took Daphne almost no time at all to nail down exactly how Hermione liked to be touched, and then she abused her knowledge to turn Hermione into a quivering, moaning mess. Even Harry had to admit that it usually took him more time to get Hermione into a state like this.
Each lick drew another cry from Hermione’s lips, and in less than a minute, Harry saw the telltale signs of Hermione’s impending orgasm. His best friend was squirming around uncontrollably, trying to grab onto anything she could with her desperate hands. One ended up grabbing Daphne’s hair, holding her head in place. The other was still searching, so Harry walked over to Hermione’s side and took her hand in his.
Hermione squeezed Harry’s hand tightly as she screamed: “Fuck!”
Hermione’s entire body shook as her thighs clamped down around Daphne’s face. Daphne kept up her ministrations though, and Harry even leaned down to help by grabbing Hermione’s other breasts in the palm of his hand and pinching her nipple gently in between his fingers.
Hermione’s screams of pleasure brought Harry back to the last time he’d fucked her. They’d been in the small library at Grimmauld Place all day, and Hermione had chosen to sit on his lap for much of it. Eventually, the books they’d been reading became forgotten when Harry slipped his hands down the front of Hermione’s panties and he started to touch her. She’d squirmed in his lap for nearly fifteen minutes while he pleasured her before she’d had one of the most powerful orgasms he’d ever felt from her. Then, she’d rode his cock until both of them were cumming together.
Daphne’s face finally came up off of Hermione’s pussy with a satisfied grin on her lips. She met Harry’s approving gaze, and she beamed at him.
“That was some very fine work,” Harry chuckled. He leaned down and kissed Daphne passionately, tasting Hermione’s juices on her lips.
“I do love a good screamer in bed,” she winked back at him. “It makes my work that much more rewarding.”
“Do you want to hear her scream some more?” Harry asked with a devilish grin.
Daphne returned it equally and glanced down at his rock hard cock. “Definitely,” she replied. She spat a thick glob of saliva onto Harry’s cock and stroked his shaft with her hand a few times until she was satisfied that it had a decent amount of lubrication on it.
Although Hermione hadn’t even come close to recovering from her orgasm yet, that didn’t stop Harry and Daphne from getting into position. Daphne climbed on top of Hermione again and kissed the breathless woman happily. Then, she wrapped her arms around Hermione and rolled the two of them over so that Daphne was on the bottom and Hermione was on top of her.
Harry got up on the sofa behind the two of them. Both of their glistening, pink pussies were on full display for him. Stacked on top of each other like this, Harry felt spoilt for choice. But, ultimately, this was a special event with Hermione, and he was going to give her his all.
On his knees, Harry placed the tip of his cock right up against Hermione’s swollen pussy. Daphne’s tongue and fingers had gotten her nice and ready for him, and he could tell that all he needed to do was give one smooth push and he’d be inside of her.
But he wasn’t going to make it that easy for her.
“Tell me what you want, Hermione,” Harry said in a sultry tone.
Hermione was still gasping for breath, and it wasn’t helped by how Daphne kept kissing her, but managed a reply.
“Please, just fuck me,” she answered.
“Good girl,” Harry growled as he pushed inside of her.
The tightness of Hermione’s pussy would never bore Harry of shagging her. Her walls wrapped around him so lovingly, clinging to every curve of his shaft for dear life. She was very wet, and Daphne’s spit on his cock helped to ease his passage inside of her. The heat inside of her was just as intense as it always was, and Harry groaned as his hips hit her arse.
Daphne stared up at him over Hermione’s shoulder. “The sounds that come out of you make me wish I had a cock to feel what it’s like to fuck Hermione.”
“There’s always polyjuice,” Hermione chimed in helpfully, making Harry laugh.
“Now there’s an idea,” he smiled. “But we’ll have to save that for another time because there’s no way I’m waiting a month to fuck you silly.”
Daphne grabbed Hermione’s head and brought their lips back together just as Harry began to move inside of her again. He grabbed onto her hips to help hold her in place and he started to fuck her with long, smooth strokes. He wanted to give Hermione and Daphne both enough time to adjust to each other’s bodies rubbing up against each other like this; the last thing he wanted was for him to accidentally fuck Hermione too hard and cause her to fall off of Daphne.
Once again, Hermione’s satisfied moans of pleasure began to sing out loud as Harry fucked her, but they were muffled by Daphne’s mouth. Still, that wasn’t the only way she could show her approval; she tightened up her walls around his cock when he was as deep inside of her as he could go, and she did her best to thrust her arse back towards him when he was thrusting forwards so that their bodies would smack together loudly.
Watching Hermione’s arse jiggle as he fucked her was one of Harry’s favourite sights from back when they had sex regularly. He drew back one of his hands and spanked her a bit more gently than he knew she liked to be spanked. He heard Hermione’s quiet yelp of surprise into Daphne’s mouth, and then he lovingly rubbed her reddening skin with the palm of his hand.
Harry spanked her again, a bit harder this time, and rammed himself inside of her. Hermione never enjoyed rough sex if it was continuous, but she loved these little punctuations of roughness that made her cry out in delight.
There was a loud sound of Daphne kissing Hermione before she pulled back. “She’s so overwhelmed already,” she told Harry. “She can barely kiss me back anymore.”
“It feels too good,” Hermione whined and pushed her arse back into Harry’s next thrust.
“Tell him exactly how good it is,” Daphne practically ordered her.
“You’re filling me up so much it feels like I’m going to burst,” Hermione gushed breathlessly. “You keep hitting so deep inside me; it’s so intense.”
On the next thrust, Harry noticed that one of Daphne’s hands had slid down in between her and Hermione’s bodies, and she was fingering herself.
Harry groaned and threw his weight behind the next thrust. Hearing Hermione squeal in pleasure was just the sound he’d been hoping for. Daphne had to wrap her other arms around Hermione’s back to help hold her in place as Harry fucked her hard again, but then he forced himself to pull back to his normal, smooth pace.
Fucking Hermione like this felt like she was teasing him. He wanted to let loose and fuck her as wildly as he fucked Daphne, but he also wanted to enjoy herself to the fullest. He held back, but her velvety pussy was squeezing him in just the right way that made his toes want to curl up. He just wanted to pound into her and cum.
Harry grabbed both of Hermione’s arsecheeks and squeezed them tightly as he focused so intently on keeping his perfect pace up, but the closer he grew to his orgasm, the harder it became. It didn’t help that Hermione’s panting, moaning voice was practically spurring him on.
Eventually, it was too much for him to hold on anymore.
With a strong thrust, Harry rammed hard into Hermione’s pussy. He managed six hard thrusts before he groaned and exploded inside of her.
As soon as the first spurt of his seed reached her inner walls, he felt Hermione’s pussy clamp down tight on his cock and squeeze the next spurt out of him.
“Harry!” Hermione cried out as she came too. Her back arched and her head was thrown back as she basked in the feeling of cumming around a cock again. She became as tight as a vice, helping to propel his cum deep into her pussy.
Harry’s pleasure came in waves, but Hermione’s pussy helped to enhance every second of it. Everything else in the world dulled until he finished cumming, and then it suddenly snapped back into sharp focus. He sucked in a deep breath and stared down at his cum, combined with Hermione’s juices, dripping out of Hermione’s pussy and down onto Daphne’s.
A minute passed as Hermione fought to catch her breath back. Harry pulled all the way out of her and fell back onto the sofa, exhausted.
Daphne was the first one to point out the meal that was waiting for them on one of the nearby tables. Apparently, Hobsy had realised that they weren’t going to make it to the supper table, so she sent the food over to the parlour instead.
All three of them were ravenous as they downed the roasted chicken, fresh salad, and healthy grains that made up the meal. A bottle of wine complimented it perfectly, and before long, all of the plates were cleared.
With the meal finished, Daphne wasted no time in pouncing on Harry and riding his cock while Hermione snogged both of them equally. When Daphne finished on him, Hermione took her place. Harry switched between them regularly until he came again inside of Daphne’s pussy, and by then, all three of them were exhausted. Daphne suggested an early bedtime, which Harry and Hermione were quick to agree to.
The three of them collapsed into the large, plush bed in Daphne’s room. No one had even bothered to dress back up again as they had walked through the manor, so they all fell asleep naked.
Hours later, the first rays of sunlight began to creep into Daphne’s bedroom.
“Lord Potter,” Hobsy whispered quietly. “You asked me to wake you up just before seven.”
Harry blinked groggily. “Thanks,” he mumbled in reply. He heard the sound of Hobsy popping out of the room.
Like he did every morning, Harry tried to roll out of bed, but today, he was trapped. Daphne and Hermione had both ended up with their heads on his shoulders in the night, and Hermione had thrown one of her legs over top of his. Her breasts were squished up against his side, and she’d moulded her body to the shape of his.
“Good morning,” Daphne whispered in his ear.
Harry nearly jumped in surprise, but the weight of the two women on top of him kept him in place. He glanced down into Daphne’s amused eyes.
“Good morning to you too,” Harry smiled at her and kissed her forehead.
“Your best friend really is greedy, you know,” Daphne commented lightly. “After we gave her so much pleasure last night, she tried to push me off of you in her sleep.”
“She always has been a fussy sleeper,” Harry snorted. “She rolls around a lot unless she has something to hold onto. I guess you got in the way of that.”
“I guess I did,” Daphne chuckled. “You can fuck her brains out as much as you want, but she’d better know that you’re mine.”
“I’m sure she does,” Harry replied. “She can see the way I look at you. There’s no one in my life I’d rather have at my side than you.”
“Good answer,” Daphne grinned before she ducked underneath the covers.
The mystery of what she was doing only lasted the moment before Daphne’s lips wrapped themselves around Harry’s cock. He rapidly hardened in her mouth, and Harry couldn’t help but groan in delight as Daphne brought him pleasure that only she could. There weren’t many witches who could tease his cock so perfectly with their tongues like Daphne could, but she managed to find just the right combination of keeping him satisfied while still leaving his body craving for more.
Harry laid back and enjoyed himself as Daphne worked her magic. He already had one arm wrapped around Hermione, but his other one was left abandoned without Daphne snuggled up against him. Luckily, her arse was just barely peeking out from underneath the covers, so Harry enjoyed rubbing and squeezing her perfectly plump flesh as she sucked on his cock.
Apparently, either Harry or Daphne made enough noise to stir Hermione out from her sleep. Her eyes opened, bleary and confused at the unfamiliar surroundings, but then she saw Harry’s face and a small smile came across her lips.
No words needed to be said as she just snuggled up closer to him. Unfortunately, this also had the added effect of her accidentally kneeing Daphne in the ribs.
“Watch it!” Daphne exclaimed from under the covers. “You don’t want me to bite Harry’s cock off, do you?”
Hermione tore the blankets away and unveiled Daphne, who was glaring up at her while Harry’s cock was still in her mouth. She was suckling on the head while one of her hands pumped his shaft.
“Sorry!” Hermione blushed in reply. “I… err…”
Daphne came up off of Harry’s cock with a loud popping sound. “Forgot I was here, huh?” She said with an amused tone. “Even after I made you cum?”
Hermione buried her face in her hands. “I still can’t believe we did that. I’ve never been with another woman before.”
“Well, now you know just how fun it can be,” Daphne replied. “Harry and I share everything. If you fuck one of us, you have to ready for the other to join in too.”
“It’s a pretty good deal,” Harry chimed in.
“Of course you’d say that,” Daphne laughed. “The more holes you have to choose from, the happier any man would be.”
“Your holes are my favourite though,” Harry winked at her.
Daphne snorted. “They’d better be,” she said before she went back to sucking his cock.
Hermione shook her head at their banter. “You still surprise me so much,” she said to Harry. “Obviously I heard about you and Daphne through your letters, but seeing the two of you together is like something else entirely. You’re different, you know. Not in a bad way… just different.”
“I know,” Harry agreed. “This last year has been hard, but I’ve learnt a lot. And for the first time in a long time, I truly feel happy.”
He smiled down at Daphne, who smiled back up at him the best she could with her lips around his cock.
The conversation died down then as Hermione cuddled against Harry’s side. The only sounds in the room came from Daphne sucking Harry’s cock and the occasional sound of pleasure that left his lips. It wasn’t until several minutes later that Harry finished in Daphne’s mouth. She swallowed it all down, as she always did, before hopping up out of bed and stretching beautifully in the morning sunlight that was coming in from the windows.
“We all need to get ready for work soon,” Daphne commented as she looked back at the two of them on the bed with a sly grin. “But I bet we’ve got time for a quickie in the shower if you both hurry.”
Harry grinned and leapt to his feet eagerly. “Are you coming?” He asked Hermione as he offered her his hand.
She smiled and accepted, letting him pull her up.
In Harry’s mind, there was no better way to start the day than with the woman he loved and his best friend together like this.
