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Growth Spurt Chapter 13
🕑 Added 2025-01-01 20:16:44 +0000 UTC“Draco wanted information to start rumors about you!” Daphne cried out.
“Wow, I never would’ve guessed that,” Harry said sarcastically. “Why did he think he would’ve gotten that by having you spy on a detention, of all things? If you answer, I might let you down.”
Daphne had been strung up on one wall of the charm’s classroom. She had also been stripped out of her robes, revealing her large breasts, narrow hips, and shapely ass. None of her assets were on par with Fleur’s, but all of them were exceptional in their own right. Even her imperious scowl had a kind of charm… although that had gone missing a while ago under Harry’s premium interrogation techniques.
Ropes were tied around her arms, binding her to the ceiling. She was trussed up with no way to escape while Harry and Fleur stood in front of her, their arms crossed. Daphne’s panties still lay on the floor, where they landed when she fell into the room, leaving her pussy vulnerable.
“He said… He said that alone with a veela, there was no way you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself around her allure,” Daphne said.
“I think he has himself confused with me,” Harry said to Fleur.
“Oui,” Fleur agreed. “That answer was sub-par. Add another finger.”
Smirking, Harry slid a third finger up inside of Daphne’s snatch.
While she was tied to the wall answering his questions, he had taken to fingering her insides, operating her clit to make her mouth operate. An unflattering groan echoed from the girl’s lips as he felt her walls tighten around him, cumming on his fingers.
“I think she’s enjoying this interrogation too much,” Harry admitted.
“I told you everything, Potter!” Daphne roared. “Release me!”
“Not everything,” said Fleur. “You told us why you spied. But you haven’t told us why you started masturbating to the sight of us.”
At the longer word, Fleur’s accent became thicker, which somehow made it sound even more erotic. Daphne glared at her, remaining silent except for a girlish squeak as Harry’s fingers hit her clit once more.
“Very well,” said Fleur. “To make you be honest, we will have to up our tactics.”
Harry watched as Fleur bent down, picking up Daphne’s panties. She smiled at him, a smile that was equal-parts erotic and charming.
“Touch her no more,” she commanded him.
Harry’s fingers slid out of Daphne with a slick squelch. Fleur stepped in front of him, reaching up to the girl’s head. She balled up Daphne’s panties, promptly inserting them between her lips, gagging her firmly. Daphne thrashed for a moment, then went still in favor of glaring.
Fleur turned to Harry.
“Now,” she said, “for the most important part!”
“That being?” Harry asked.
Fleur pounced on him.
Her body crashed into his, taking them both to the floor. Those huge, bouncing breasts landed in his face, while her crotch landed directly above his. In mere seconds she had slid down his shaft, riding him while sitting in his lap.
She was propped on her knees, giving her all the leverage she needed to ride him frantically. Dainty fingers pushed Harry’s chest, and he went with it, leaning back to lie flat on the ground. Fleur leaned forward at the same time, keeping her breasts planted in his face. Her ass continued clapping down against him, juices from her older orgasms spraying out.
The drops sprayed so far, in fact, that some flew up and landed on Daphne’s legs. The Slytherin had the perfect view of the two of them, even better than she had from the hallway when she had begun touching herself. But now, her hands were tied up away from her body. She had no way of touching herself, no matter how turned on she became. All she could do was watch.
Harry’s hands clapped down on Fleur’s ass, squeezing her cheeks. He bit her breasts in all the spots he knew she liked the best, spots that he dutifully discovered over hours in a room at Rosmerta’s Three Broomsticks. Fleur’s voice cried out, her accent growing thicker as it always did when he plowed her properly. Juices sprayed out of her with even more force as Harry started thrusting up himself, causing the droplets to begin striking Daphne in new places, like the stomach and between her legs. Daphne grunted something that sounded awfully angry, but was utterly unintelligible around the panties clogging her mouth.
“You are so strong!” Fleur said unnecessarily loudly, sneaking glances back at Daphne. “So muscular! So manly! So BIG! You fuck me the way no one else could ever, with the prowess of a dozen men!”
Harry dragged his mouth away from her breasts and pulled his hands free, grabbing her by the back of the head and pulling it down. He kissed her, continuing to thrust into her undulating hips, the sound of their colliding bodies filling the room. On the wall, Daphne pressed her thighs together as tightly as they could go, beginning to shiver.
Harry rolled over, Fleur ending up beneath him. Though her hips couldn’t move in this position, his had a full range of motion, which he used to drive himself down from new heights, plunging into her in a succession of deafening thrusts. Fleur screamed; and, underneath that sound, Harry could hear Daphne moaning.
Fleur’s whole body shook. Her inner walls tremmored and clenched around his massive length. She came, hurling back her gorgeous head while the recoil racked her body. Harry grunted, his own balls tensing.
Her erupted, creaming all over Fleur’s insides, spewing so much that it bubbled up and leaked out, dripping along her taint while he left himself sheathed in her womanhood. It was this sight that made Daphne scream, managing to spit out her knicker gag.
“It was you!” screamed the Slytherin girl. “It was your muscles! It was your unnecessarily gorgeous face! It was the way you controlled her every step of the way! I saw all of that… And I was trying to watch so carefully… How can I not get turned on? How can I not touch myself watching a man like you?”
She began to sob at the end of the exclamation, almost making Harry feel bad. Fleur grabbed his head, tilting it to look into her eyes.
“Give her what she earned,” urged the veela.
Harry smiled and stood up. His cock slid out of the French witch, emerging bright and glistening. He walked toward Daphne with confident strides. To release her, he didn’t even need to go for his wand. Making use of his empowered magic that he was getting more used to, he Vanished the robes that bound her, causing to fall with a squeak. Before she could hit the floor, Harry caught her.
Looking up at him from his arms, Daphne swallowed, appearing on the verge of tears after resisting for as long as she had.
“Should I make you mine?” Harry asked casually.
Daphne nodded so fast, and so many times, that her blond hair flew around her head.
Harry kneeled. He propped her on her knees, pinning her arms behind her back. Her wrists were so thin, he could comfortably hold both of them together with one hand. As Harry leaned his weight forward, Daphne’s chin slid gently across the floor, her ass raised invitingly.
Harry slammed himself into her.
His cock stretched her out. He could FEEL he was the biggest she had ever had, including the way she shook and came the very instant he was inside. Daphne let out one of the cutest squeaks he’d ever heard, orgasming brutally. Apparently, his and Fleur’s show had affected her even more than he thought.
As his powerful hips crashed against her smaller body, Daphne’s voice cried out in time with each collision. Every five thrusts or so a miniature orgasm would rock her body. Harry thought earlier that Fleur was the wettest girl he’d ever been with, but maybe Daphne was trying to change that.
Or maybe it was the situation. Slytherin’s princess was completely cognizant of the fact that she was bent over, helpless and begging, beneath Gryffindor’s poster boy. Her housemates would scorn her if they knew. Her father might kill her. But that wasn’t going to stop her from cumming her brains out. At the end of the day, she was just a girl, and there was no resisting a guy like Harry.
Fleur crawled over to them, leaving behind a trail of her juices mixed with Harry’s as she did. When she reached them, she sat in front of Daphne, spreading her legs. Harry had cum so much, you could still see his cum collected at the entrance to her pussy.
“Do you want to know what you’re going to get?” Fleur asked.
Daphne nodded, although the movement was difficult to catch, with her chin on the floor.
“Then come,” Fleur said. “Get a taste.”
Daphne lurched forward, burying her face in the veela’s pussy. Her tongue lapped desperately at Fleur, making Fleur hurl her head back and support herself with her hands. Daphne clawed Harry’s cum out of the other girl with her tongue, licking it up and tasting his spunk. When the bitterness hit her mouth, she shuddered and came again.
The sight was so hot, Harry took his free hand and pushed the back of her head, making her continue eating Fleur out. Daphne didn’t mind. She came again a few seconds later, like the veela’s propensity of constant orgasms was traveling in one end of her and out the other.
“Seed her,” Fleur said.
Harry grunted and nodded, but the part veela wasn’t done.
“Spew your mark all over her pussy. Pry it open with your massive, thick, girthy cock. Open her so wide she will never feel any man but you ever again. Reshape her, and fill what you’ve done with your own personal mark. I want you to put so much inside of her that she will slosh when she walks! I want so much that not even a contraceptive potion could counter all that you gave her! Impregnate her, so that she is forced to walk around as a slutty snake with the Boy Who Lived’s child in her belly!”
That was a little far for Harry, but when Daphne heard, she experienced arguably her most brutal orgasm yet. Harry’s balls clenched. He grunted, realizing that there was no way he was holding back this time.
So he decided to follow through on at least some part of what these girls seemed hellbent on. He slammed himself into Daphne with renewed vigor, and when he came, he kept thrusting as he did, making sure that each milky spurt was delivered at a different depth.
When his load was finally spent he fell back, gasping. Even with both blonds in front of him, his cock was softening. Some biological limits just couldn’t be overcome. He was exhausted.
Yet, as he stared at Daphne, her ass raised and her face still stuck in Fleur’s crotch, and Fleur, who was watching the smaller blond with an utterly erotic smirk, he came to a realization he never thought he'd have after his experience with Umbridge and Blood Quills.
“I think I might like detention,” he said.
