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January 2025's Patron-Voted Story - Harry/Daphne/Tracey - I Need You to Fuck Me
🕑 Added 2025-01-31 16:59:01 +0000 UTCAN: All characters are 18 years of age or above at the time of this story.
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Enough was enough. Daphne growled in frustration as she tore up the parchment that Terry Boot had charmed to find her the second she stepped outside of the Slytherin Common Room. She’d given him a chance, and it’d been an entire month wasted.
“If you can’t handle my hand even touching your cock, I’m not wasting my time with you,” Daphne muttered under her breath as she burnt the torn remains to ashes.
The problem was that Terry wasn’t the first man to be like this. Ever since she started puberty, she’d gotten far more than her fair share of male attention. Her grace and beauty were beyond what almost anyone else at Hogwarts was able to muster, and that had led to countless declarations of love being sent her way. Things had only gotten worse since the end of the war. Now that she was nineteen years old and almost ready to take her N.E.W.T.s, she’d be inheriting her family’s business ventures in a few months. Between her beauty and her wealth, countless men were trying to become Mister Greengrass.
And yet they kept disappointing her again and again.
Daphne tried. Truly, she did. She wanted to find a man who she could spend the rest of her life with happily, but none met her admittedly high criteria. Still, she tried to compromise and give decent men a shot, but one thing she wouldn’t compromise on was being satisfied in the bedroom.
And there laid her primary problem. Of the four men who she’d gotten to that stage with, two had cum the second her hand had touched them, one came when her lips first touched his cock, and the last didn’t even make it out of his trousers before he finished. While a part of her was flattered, she was mostly annoyed. None of them had bothered to try to help get her off once they’d cum, and Terry even had the gall to ask her if she’d enjoyed herself as much as he had.
It was pathetic, but she was even more pathetic. Although her first encounter with Terry had been terrible, she’d decided to give him another shot. The next night, as she’d pulled out his cock and given it a single pump with her fist, he’d exploded all over her robes. Then, he’d just sat down with a goofy grin on his face and figured that they were done for the night.
Never again, Daphne promised herself. She wouldn’t stand for it. She deserved a man who could take care of her needs, but they were so damned hard to come by.
It was why she was envious of her best friend, Tracey Davis.
Somehow, Tracey had managed to snag Harry Bloody Potter of all people. It’d started a couple of years ago back in their sixth year, and they were still going strong. The worst part was the fact that Tracey kept going on about how amazing Potter was in bed. Daphne would’ve thought she was exaggerating if she hadn’t caught her best friend sneaking back into their room walking bowlegged after a date with Potter.
Daphne deserved to get fucked just as good as Tracey did. It was just dumb luck that she hadn’t found someone competent enough yet. But, honestly, she was starting to doubt that she’d ever find someone competent.
Daphne shook the thought out of her head as she started walking towards the Great Hall. That wasn’t true. She’d find someone one day. She was just too damn horny and pent up to imagine anything else.
Thankfully, Tracey had offered her a way to let loose for a bit. Daphne still couldn’t believe that she was sincerely considering Tracey’s offer.
It was too late to back out now though. Terry had left her pissed off, and she needed some way to clear through the fog in her mind.
Daphne marched straight into the Great Hall and headed right for the Gryffindor table.
She slammed her hands down on either side of Potter’s breakfast plate.
“I need you to fuck me.”
“Good morning to you too, Daphne,” Harry blinked as he looked up at her. “Pass the butter, would you?”
“Don’t play all cutesy with me, Potter,” Daphne scowled at him.
“It’s Harry now, remember,” he said. “Tracey made you promise to use my first name.”
“She’s not here right now though,” Daphne retorted.
“How do you know?” Harry asked. “Have you bothered to check under the table?”
Daphne groaned at the thought. “You two are unbelievable.”
“Coming from the woman who’s first words to me today were: I need you to fuck me,” Harry snorted. “Besides, she’s not actually under the table—”
“Oh, thank Merlin,” Daphne sighed.
“—she was too sore after I shagged her brains out last night, so she’s taking a relaxing bath with some potions so that she can be ready for our mid-morning quickie,” Harry finished.
“Look, can you just forget about her for a second?” Daphne asked as she sat down across from him. There were a few uncomfortable stares directed her way from those Gryffindors who still saw all Slytherins as villains, but she ignored them.
“Nope,” Harry replied with a cheeky smile. “She’s always on my mind. I love her too much for her not to be.”
Daphne buried her face in her hands. “You two make me so sick sometimes with all of your lovey-dovey nonsense.”
“Maybe you just need to find a man so that you can get caught up in some lovey-dovey nonsense too,” Harry replied. “I promise you that you’ll feel a lot less sick when you see us like that afterwards.”
“That’s just the problem!” Daphne exclaimed. “I can’t find anyone!”
“I know,” Harry said, sympathy tinging his tone. “Tracey’s told me about your problem.”
“And did she also tell you that she offered you up to me if I needed a release?” Daphne asked him.
“She did,” he said as he took a bite of his toast. He frowned at it. “Can you actually pass the butter? The toast is a bit dry this morning.”
Daphne practically slammed the dish of butter down onto the table next to him. “Well?”
“Well what?” Harry replied innocently as he buttered his toast.
“Will you fuck me or not?” Daphne growled in frustration.
Harry took his time taking a bite out of his toast, moaning slightly at the taste. “The house-elves sure do know how to put on a delicious spread. I’ll miss this once we graduate in a couple of months.”
“Don’t change the subject,” Daphne snapped at him. “I’m serious, Potter. I need you to fuck me.”
“If you even want me to consider this, I’ll need you to start calling me Harry even when Tracey isn’t around,” he told her.
Daphne grumbled under her breath. He could make her do this, but he’d always be Potter in her mind.
“Fine,” she reluctantly agreed.
“And—” Harry went to continue, only for Daphne to blow up on him.
“Are you seriously asking for more concessions? I’m letting you fuck me. Me! Besides Tracey, how many other witches are as gorgeous as me?”
“Susan Bones has been looking pretty fit,” Harry replied mirthfully. “Besides, you’re not letting me fuck you, you’re practically begging me to fuck you.”
She was, and that burnt all the worse. After how men had lusted after her for years now, she’d expected Harry to fold quickly and give her what she wanted. Honestly, he may be the only wizard here who wouldn’t do exactly that. The fact that he was willing to reject her stung.
“You’re right,” Daphne said, trying to change her tactics. Maybe he needed to see a bit of humility from her to get this to work. “So, please. Can we do this?”
“You still haven’t heard out my second condition,” he pointed out.
“What is it?”
Harry took another bite of toast and washed it down with some water before answering. Daphne figured he was doing it just to annoy her at this point.
“Tracey will be there too when we do it,” Harry told her. “And she’ll be an active participant throughout it all. I presume you won’t have an issue with this given that suggestion you floated past Tracey last year when I was away.”
Daphne’s cheeks burnt red at the memory. Life under the Carrows at Hogwarts had been harsh to say the least. She knew plenty of students who only made it through the year by indulging in various vices, and even Slytherins weren’t immune from that. Daphne had managed to sneak in dozens of bottles of wine for the two of them to share after they’d come back from their winter break. One night, she’d gotten a little too drunk and was complaining about how horny she was and how she was sick of having to take care of herself. Tracey had complained too that with Harry gone, it was starting to get to her too. Then, Daphne had suggested that they help each other out.
If only Pansy hadn’t slipped back into the dorm that very minute, Daphne wondered if they might have actually gone through with it.
“It was a drunken thought,” Daphne told Harry. “I wasn’t trying to steal your girlfriend away from you.”
“I doubt you could,” Harry replied. “She’s told me enough times how she doesn’t think that she can live without my cock—”
Daphne groaned again.
“Hey, if we’re going to have sex, you’ll have to get comfortable with talking about stuff like this,” Harry said.
“Does that mean that it’s going to happen then?” Daphne asked him hopefully.
Harry nodded. “Tracey’s already got the Room of Requirement set up for us.”
“I thought that you said she was taking a bath,” Daphne said.
“She is,” Harry replied. “In the Room of Requirement. Should we go now or did you want to eat some breakfast first? I could always have one of the house-elves bring us food later too if you’d prefer.”
Daphne didn’t know why, but she suddenly became very flustered. “Now?”
“Yes, now,” Harry said.
“Isn’t that a little soon?” Daphne asked. “I mean, shouldn’t we prepare for it or something?”
“Tracey’s taken care of the room and the atmosphere,” Harry replied. “Is something wrong? Just a minute ago you were ready to jump my bones.”
Yes, something was wrong. Fucking her best friend’s boyfriend had been fine in theory, but now that it was actually going to happen, Daphne just kept replaying all of those late-night conversations she’d had with Tracey. Tracey loved to brag about Harry’s prowess in the bedroom and how incredible of a lover he was. She wasn’t shy about going into details about how he touched her or how big he felt inside of her.
The thoughts made her nervous. Despite wanting to get laid so badly, she’d still never actually had sex before. She’d used toys and lost her hymen years ago from a nasty tumble off of a broomstick in her fourth year, but she’d never had a man inside of her. The most she’d ever gotten was some terrible groping.
Something on her face must’ve shown her nervousness, because Harry suddenly set down his food and leaned forward in concern.
“Hey, don’t worry about this,” he told her. “We don’t need to have sex today or at all if that’s what you’re worried about. I know you’re just frustrated about not having a boyfriend who can satisfy you, and it’s leaving you really pent up, but—”
“No,” Daphne shook her head. “I do want this. I want this more than anything else. Tracey always said that a good shag was the best way to clear her head.”
Harry snorted. “She tells me that she needs to clear her head at least a couple times a day. She’s insatiable.”
“We can’t leave her waiting then,” Daphne told him as she stood up from her seat.
“Are you sure?” Harry asked again as he mirrored her actions.
“I am,” Daphne nodded. The nervous butterflies in her stomach hadn’t gone away entirely, but hearing Harry’s kind words had reassured her that he wasn’t going to do anything to make her uncomfortable. And if he did, Daphne knew that Tracey would have it out with him.
“Alright, then follow me.”
They left the Great Hall together and hurried up towards the seventh floor. Given that it was a Saturday, students were roaming the castle in abundance. Plenty were headed towards the library to get some work done on whatever assignments they had while others were choosing to relax outside in the warm weather. Thankfully, other than some polite nods and greetings, no one interrupted them as they made their way to the Room of Requirement.
The large doors were waiting for them as they reached the appropriate corridor. Harry strode right up to the door and pushed it open, revealing what looked to be a fancy hotel room. In fact, Daphne was exactly sure that it was a perfect replica of the hotel that Tracey and Harry had stayed at in Italy this past summer as a little getaway after the war. Tracey had certainly described it enough times to Daphne for her to note all of the striking features.
But for the life of her, Daphne couldn’t focus on anything that made this room so wonderful except for her best friend laying down in lacy lingerie atop the massive bed that sat along the far wall.
As beautiful as Daphne knew she was, she’d always harboured insecurities about her looks when it came to comparing herself with Tracey. While Daphne had that classic hourglass figure with large breasts and hardly an ounce of unnecessary fat on her body, Tracey looked like a goddess. Her arse was so plump and to die for. Daphne had tried exercising for two years to try to get even a pale imitation of Tracey's arse, but she’d fallen short of even that. Tracey’s breasts were nothing to scoff at either. While they weren’t quite as large as Daphne’s, they were just as perky and more than a handful. Plus, Tracey had that naturally-bubbly energy that made her so intoxicating to be around. Her heart-shaped face was always stunning, and her long dark-brown hair was perfectly wavy in a way that made Daphne embarrassed to have such straight hair.
Tracey was curled up seductively with her head resting on one of the many pillows at the head of the bed. Her long hair was undone and spread out around her gorgeous frame. The white lingerie stuck out sharply against her pale skin, and Daphne easily caught sight of her pink nipples through the see-through fabric of her bra.
“Took you two long enough,” Tracey joked as the door automatically closed behind Harry and Daphne as they walked inside. “I was about to get ready to start by myself.”
“You knew he’d agree to this?” Daphne asked her.
“Please,” Tracey scoffed. “What man wouldn’t want to shag you? I mean, you’re Daphne fucking Greengrass! You’re the hottest witch at Hogwarts, if not in all of Britain.”
“I think you still take the cake in that regard,” Harry told Tracey as he casually walked over to the bed. He bent down and gave her a kiss, which Tracey immediately deepened by yanking him onto the bed and holding his head in place so that she could snog him to her heart’s content.
Daphne felt awkward, like she was intruding on a private moment, but she didn’t let it show. She stayed still, watching the sight with that same cold disposition she usually wore in public.
“You know, you can come over and join us,” Tracey giggled when she noticed what Daphne was doing. “After all, we’re all going to be shagging soon enough.”
“I just… you’re right,” Daphne shook her head. She had no reason to become shy all of a sudden.
She marched all the way up to the bed and clambered onto it. Harry instantly moved off of Tracey, and she sat up to meet Daphne’s gaze.
“I hope he made it clear that if you’re having him, you’re having both of us,” Tracey said as she glanced down at Daphne’s lips.
“He did,” Daphne confirmed.
Tracey smiled as she leaned in and kissed Daphne.
It was only a few years ago that Daphne and Tracey had practiced kissing on each other. Before the Yule Ball, they’d both wanted to ensure that they wouldn’t get embarrassed while they were on their dates. Kissing a mirror or your hand only went so far; they needed someone real to practise on, and who better than your best friend? It’d been awkward and silly but a lot of fun, and it’d left Daphne with more than a few questions as to whether or not she was entirely straight.
Kissing Tracey now only confirmed the fact that she was into men and women, or, at the very least, into Tracey as an exception to the rule.
Daphne melted into the kiss with Tracey unlike she’d ever done with any man she’d gone out with. There was a familiarity to their touch that was so comforting as well as a bubbling excitement over what they were about to do. When Harry’s hands started pulling at her robes, Daphne just kissed Tracey harder.
Breathless, Daphne groaned into Tracey’s mouth when she felt Harry’s hands grab her wrists and pull them behind her back. It felt like something out of a kinky fantasy, the type she loved getting off too late at night when everyone else was asleep. His strong grip just did something to her that was unquantifiable. It was like he was revving up the engine in her core, heating her up and helping her juices to start flowing.
“Just wait until he’s inside of you,” Tracey murmured as she broke the kiss. “I remember the first time he ever pinned my hands above my head when he fucked me. It was incredible.”
Now that she was actually a part of this dynamic, Daphne didn’t feel that same sort of weariness that came from hearing about Tracey and Harry’s sex life. If anything, it made her more excited for what was to come.
“It’d better be,” Daphne replied confidently. “He made me promise to call him Harry in exchange for this.”
“Trust me, you’ll be happily screaming his name while he’s fucking you,” Tracey giggled.
Harry pulled Daphne’s robes back off of her shoulders and tossed it aside while Tracey started unbuttoning the white blouse Daphne had on underneath. She wished that she’d worn some nicer underwear.
However, her plain bra didn’t seem to disappoint Tracey or Harry in the slightest. Tracey eagerly groped Daphne’s breasts and grinned.
“I’ve always wanted to feel these up,” she laughed. “I wished I had a pair as big as these.”
“I prefer yours,” Harry told his girlfriend sincerely.
“Did you just put down my best friend’s boobs?” Tracey raised an eyebrow at him.
“Not at all,” Harry chuckled. “They’re incredible too, just not as incredible as yours.”
“You’d think that he was the one trying to convince us to fuck him,” Tracey stage whispered to Daphne.
Daphne laughed. “At least he’s not a cocky arsehole like Draco.”
“Oh, no, he’s quite cocky,” Tracey shook her head. “You’ll see it in the grin on his face when he’s making you cum.”
Daphne shivered in delight at the thought. A good orgasm was exactly what she needed, even if she had to stare up at Harry’s stupid, but admittedly handsome, face while doing it.
Daphne and Tracey kept kissing as Harry removed the rest of her clothes until she was left in nothing but her underwear. Then, his warm hands disappeared from her body, and she heard the sound of him undressing behind her.
“How should I get you warmed up?” Harry asked with a husky tone.
Suddenly, Tracey pressed two fingers against Daphne’s panties. Daphne moaned into her mouth as her fingers grazed her clit before moving down and feeling the growing wet spot that was there.
“I don’t know if she needs much help,” Tracey smirked at Daphne. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that she’d already gotten herself warmed up for us.”
“I really need this, okay,” Daphne replied. “I can’t help it if I’m excited that I’m finally not going to be disappointed.”
“I know,” Tracey said as she kissed Daphne again. Her hands wrapped around Daphne’s back and unhooked her bra before sliding it off of her body. “And you won’t be. Why don’t I get Harry ready for you while you lie back and watch.”
That sounded better than doing it herself. Daphne had only practiced sucking off her own toys before; no man that she’d been with had ever lasted long enough for her to do that to them. She felt slightly worried that she wouldn’t do a good job, or at least not as good of one as Tracey could.
So, as Daphne laid herself down on the bed, she watched as Tracey crawled forward on the bed. Her arse swayed enticingly as she moved up towards Harry, who’d taken up a position at the side of the bed. He was down to his underwear too, and Daphne could see a thick outline of his shaft through the fabric. Already, it looked more impressive than any other man she’d seen.
“Are you ready to fuck my best friend?” Tracey purred up to Harry.
“It’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make because you asked me to,” he replied teasingly.
“Are you meaning to tell me that you’ve never dreamt of fucking the Ice Queen of Slytherin?”
Daphne groaned. “Please don’t call me that. I’m still annoyed that it even became a thing.”
“That’s what you get for turning down twenty men in the span of a month,” Tracey laughed.
“They should’ve taken the hint that I wanted to be left alone,” Daphne rolled her eyes. None of them had necessarily been her type, and she’d been so frustrated with the poor quality of men that she’d tried to be with that she ended up deciding to take a break from dating for a while.
“Well Harry?” Tracey said as she fingered the waistband of his underwear. “Tell us, have you ever thought about fucking Daphne? Be honest.”
“You know I have,” Harry said, his beautiful green eyes staring into Daphne’s blue ones.
Tracey nodded her head approvingly. “Then you’d better not disappoint her.”
Daphne hadn’t been prepared for exactly how massive Harry’s cock was when Tracey finally pulled down his underwear. Sure, she’d seen the outline of it, but it hadn’t finished growing to its full length. Tracey could barely wrap her fingers around the shaft as she pumped it. The tip of Harry’s cock was pressed against Tracey’s lips, and she gave it a cute kiss.
“Trust me, it feels even better than you’re imagining,” she winked at Daphne before she parted her lips and took Harry’s cock into her mouth.
Daphne could honestly say that she’d never seen such a lewd sight before. Tracey’s lips were stretched out wide around Harry’s girth, and her cheeks were hollowed out as she got right into sucking his cock. Despite his impressive size, Tracey had no issues handling as she bobbed her head forwards and backwards.
The heat in her core grew as she watched on, and Daphne couldn’t help herself from pulling her panties down and finally giving her pussy the attention it so desperately needed. Her fingers ran along her slit, collecting her excess juices as lubrication before she pushed inside of herself.
Biting her lip, Daphne held back a moan as she settled into a comfortable rhythm. Her fingers found just the right spot inside of her to really make her body tingle, and her palm perfectly grazed across her clit whenever she needed a little bit more stimulation. Tracey was still sucking Harry’s cock expertly, getting every inch of it coated with saliva so that it’d be ready to fuck Daphne, but Harry wasn’t looking at Tracey much. Instead, his eyes were on Daphne.
In any other situation, Daphne would’ve been annoyed at Harry staring at her. She’d told him off enough times for doing exactly that, but now, while she was bare and vulnerable, his gaze excited her. He looked almost animalistic as he drank in her beauty, like he was ready to pounce on top of her and make her his.
“Seems like you’re ready to fuck too,” Tracey giggled up at Harry. “Doesn’t she just look gorgeous?”
His cock leapt in her hand, and it made Daphne squirm in anticipation. He looked bigger than any toy she’d tried before, and the way he was staring at her was turning her on more than she could have ever imagined.
“She does,” Harry replied, not taking his eyes off of Daphne for an instant.
“And you’re going to make her cum, right?”
His look alone told both Daphne and Tracey his answer.
“Then I won’t keep you any longer,” Tracey laughed as she pulled away.
Instantly, just as she’d envisioned, Harry pounced on top of Daphne. The mere act took her breath away. She could feel his burning-hot cock pressed against her thigh, smell his manly musk, and practically taste his lips on hers.
And then a cocky grin crossed his face.
“What was it that you wanted me to do to you again?”
Any snarky reply of her own failed to come to her mind. There was only the truth. She wanted… no, she needed to be fucked by him.
“I need you to fuck me,” she told him sincerely.
Tracey appeared over his shoulder. She wrapped her arms around Harry’s midsection and stared down at Daphne.
“You can’t keep teasing her like this,” she murmured in his ear. “Give her what she wants.”
Harry growled as he lined up the tip of his cock with her dripping-wet core.
Daphne’s eyes went wide as Harry started to push inside. “Sweet Merlin, you’re huge!”
Harry chuckled and stalled his progress, which Daphne was thankful for. She needed a minute to adjust to feeling so damned stretched out from just the tip of his cock. “Tracey had a similar reaction the first time I fucked her, didn’t you?”
Tracey nodded with a smile and rested her head against Harry’s shoulder as she stared down at Daphne. “I thought he was going to break me.”
“I get the idea,” Daphne panted. Instinctively, her hand trailed down her smooth belly to just above her pussy. She pressed down on her skin and felt Harry’s cock just barely inside of her. “Fuck.”
Tracey giggled. “You have no idea. Just wait until he’s all the way inside of you.”
At those words, Harry slowly pushed forward. It took everything in Daphne’s power to not tighten up like a vice around him. He felt so fucking big inside of her that she didn’t know how her body was supposed to handle him. But her body did. Her pussy accommodated his girth as he sank all the way to the root inside of her, and only then did he pause again.
Daphne kept running her fingers up and down her skin where she could feel Harry inside of her. It felt glorious to be filled so completely. Her walls were pulsing around his thick cock excitedly. She knew from experience that her orgasm wasn’t far off even though they’d barely started.
“Are you okay if I start to move now?” Harry asked her. “I know it can be a lot the first time.”
“I can handle it,” Daphne replied, not quite believing her own words.
“I can’t wait to watch this,” Tracey grinned.
Harry’s cock felt unbelievable as he began to fuck her, and Daphne wasn’t ashamed to let it show. Her body craved these intimate sensations, and after being failed by so many men before now, Daphne could say that she was finally being satisfied.
He started off with slow but powerful thrusts. He worked his way all the way back until just the tip of his cock was still inside of her and then he slid back forward slowly. It allowed Daphne to really feel every inch of his magnificent shaft.
“Look at her pant,” Tracey cooed. “Does he feel good?”
Daphne hadn’t even realised that she had been until Tracey announced it. Each time Harry thrust back inside of her, it felt like he was knocking the air out of her lungs. In less than a minute, she was panting like they’d been going at it for far longer.
“Yes,” Daphne moaned.
“Pick up the pace, love,” Tracey told Harry. “I want to see how she really feels when you get your groove going.”
Harry did exactly that. His hips steadily picked up the pace, and Daphne felt like she could barely hold on. Her hands turned to fists with the bedsheets balled up in them as her moans came out past her lips faster and faster. Her pussy throbbed around his cock each time he slammed back inside of her.
“Fuck!” Daphne cried out in pleasure.
“She’s really loving it,” Tracey said excitedly. She flopped down on the bed next to Daphne and kissed her neck before whispering in her ear. “Enjoy it. He’s going to make a mess out of you.”
Daphne’s lips couldn’t form a reply. All that came out were sounds of pure ecstasy.
Tracey grabbed one of Daphne’s bouncing breasts and latched onto her nipple with her lips. She teased and tugged at it, heightening the pleasure that Daphne was feeling. It bordered on the point of being too overwhelming, but Daphne fought to keep her mind under control. She wanted to experience every second of this, and she wasn’t going to give in until she hit her peak.
The brutality of Harry’s thrusts picked up as he lost himself to the pleasure too. She could see it in his face whenever her pussy squeezed tightly around his cock. He was feeling good too, and that excited Daphne. She was surprised to realise that she wanted to feel him cumming inside of her pussy. Daphne wasn’t even sure if she wanted kids, let alone having her best friend’s boyfriend be the father, but she knew that she wanted to feel his seed splattering inside of her pussy.
“Fucking cum in me,” she stammered out before she could stop herself.
The groan that left Harry’s lips was simply delicious.
“Did you hear that?” Tracey chuckled. “You’d better give her what she wants. Fill her up with your hot, sticky cum. Maybe if you’re lucky you’ll even knock her up.”
Daphne was too aroused to argue against the idea. “I’m close,” she whimpered. “So fucking close.”
Harry rammed hard into her pussy, his thighs quivering. “Oh fuck,” he moaned. “Your pussy feels so good. I’m—”
“Harry!” Daphne screamed as Harry filled her up one last time. The orgasm that had been building up inside of her finally unleashed itself, and Daphne was left reeling from it. It was far more intense and powerful than anything she’d ever experienced before. None of her toys or even her fingers could compare to the sheer bliss that came from Harry Potter’s thick cock pumping inside of her. Her walls spasmed around his shaft, and that was the last thing Harry needed to let loose too.
The warm and wet sensation of Harry’s cock shooting out a thick load of cum into her womb was something that Daphne was going to remember for a long time. His cum flooded inside of her, leaving her full and satisfied.
It took nearly a minute before Daphne’s mind became her own again. Her chest was heaving as she gasped for breath. Harry was still over top of her with his cock buried deep inside of her pussy, and Tracey was just grinning down at her.
“Better than you imagined, right?” Tracey asked.
“Definitely,” Daphne nodded. She glanced up at Harry, who still had that animalistic look in his eyes. “Err, what do we do now?”
“Now?” Harry chuckled.
“You didn’t think we were done so soon, did you?” Tracey laughed along with him.
“I—what?” Daphne’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Harry can go for quite a few rounds in a row,” Tracey reminded Daphne. “We’re not leaving this room before noon. And you have plenty more positions to try out with Harry, and with me.”
Daphne couldn’t believe it. “You two really are insatiable.”
“Come on, Daphne,” Tracey giggled. “You can’t tell me that you don’t want another go with Harry right now.”
Daphne’s silence spoke volumes.
“Get on your hands and knees next,” Tracey told her. “Believe me, it’s incredible.”
Daphne looked up at Harry, who had a wicked grin on his face. “You’d better ask the house-elves to bring us up some food then. I’m going to need some more energy for this.”
“It’s already on its way,” Harry replied. “Now, tell me again, what do you need from me?”
Daphne didn’t hesitate. “I need you to fuck me.”
Comments
Arctis_Shox
I did have an idea for a sequel in mind while I was writing this. I'll see if I can fit something into my schedule.
Kevin Thunder
Nice!! One of your best. Is it too much to ask for more?
