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The Overpowered Gamer 54
🕑 Added 2023-05-13 17:47:08 +0000 UTC54. Unrelenting
Team B couldn’t see what was happening outside. But the elated screams of the audience and Bagman’s loud enthusiastic commentary sketched a vivid imagery in their minds.
From unbreakable Shield Charms able to withstand dragonfire to a brave silver-haired lady confronting the beast head-on. From fantastic seamless teamwork to genius planning of Team C. Each detail spurred their imagination to construct one impossible picture after another.
“How are we going to surpass them?” Chloe asked, biting her nails and pacing before them. Krum frowned at the reasonable question, turning his eyes towards their captain, waiting for her answer.
Daphne wore a thoughtful look, her gaze fixed on the exit. She leaned sideways against the table that sat in the dead centre of the common area, her mind already in the arena. Trying to come up with a brilliant plan that would dazzle the audience and awe the world.
Her lips quirked up, and she glanced at the older girl. “Worry not. I have a plan to steal the show from them. But I need to discuss it with you two.”
~xXxXx~
“What do you think Daph will do?” Astoria asked, turning towards him with wide curious eyes. The sound of cannon fire thundering for the third time.
Harry took a moment to deliberate on the question. Pondering how his girlfriend would tackle the problem. She would likely orchestrate an elaborate spectacle that would leave everyone amazed. And she would do it with either an arrogant smirk or a nonchalant expression plastered over her face.
“Something great and complex.” He answered, chuckling at the eye-roll she shot him.
“Such a profound reply. I couldn’t have guessed.” She grumbled, unable to hide the worry that slipped into her voice.
He placed his arm around her, offering her a reassuring squeeze. “She’ll be fine. If not, I’ll use my Shield Charm to protect her. Like I did with Fleur.”
Astoria scoffed and shook her head. “The arena is warded. No one can influence what happens inside. Your charm wouldn’t work.”
“True. Otherwise, there’d be quite a lot of cheating.” Hermione added.
“Wouldn’t be the first time someone tried to cheat.” He nodded, pointing his finger down towards the arena. “But you shouldn’t underestimate me. My shields survived dragonfire. These wards aren’t strong enough to stop me.”
“Enough. Stop chatting. It’s beginning.” Iris interrupted. Not allowing them to call him out on his bluff and dare him to commit some foolishness. Though she shouldn’t have bothered. Because what happened next horrified everyone into silence.
The dragon screamed at the heavens and took flight.
“Fuck!” Astoria gasped, tightening her hold on Harry’s arm.
Proserpina too sucked in a sharp breath, pressing her hands together in her lap.
~xXxXx~
Daphne walked into the open, her gaze snapping at the dragon. The beast wasn’t on the ground, instead, it was straining against the chains in midair. Flapping its giant powerful wings, sending force strong enough to create a destructive gale.
The wind slammed down on the ground, uprooting grass and earth, stirring up a violent storm.
But the magical chains binding its limbs weren’t affected in the least. Clinking and clattering, yet constricting its movements. The dragon’s outburst did nothing for its freedom, but caused a needless upheaval, stopping Team B from moving forward and finishing their task.
She glanced at her sides and was proud to see that her teammates hadn’t lost their cool. They were scared, of course. Any sane person would. But at least they weren’t shaking in terror yet.
Chloe patted her back and gestured towards the angry dragon in an unconcerned manner.
As if ordering her to take care of it.
She nodded.
As if she was taking orders from the older girl.
Daphne ambled towards the furious beast, hiding a smile as her heart began racing. She holstered her wand, resulting in loud confused chattering, forcing the people to wonder what she was doing. But the confidence in her gait turned their apprehensive whispers into anticipatory silence.
She was an epitome of grace as her limbs moved in an entrancing fluid motion, taking her steadily towards presumed death. Her heart was in her throat now as she entered the range of the gale. The strong wind washed through her, undoing her long blonde hair, and making it flutter behind her with the rhythm of its beating wings. Others would have staggered before the mighty force.
But Daphne did not.
Her heart was now in her mouth as the dragon noticed her unimpeded approach. It shrieked so cruelly that younger students in the arena broke into frightened yelps.
But Daphne did not.
It halted trying to break free and lowered itself to the ground, welcoming her with a resounding roar.
Daphne climbed down a rock and stopped fifteen feet before it, not flinching as it opened its maw, its teeth glinting in the late morning sunlight. Before the dragonfire could surge out of its gleaming throat and try to burn her into cinders, she flicked her right arm up in a grandiose manner.
The dragon keened in protest, forced to snap its maw towards the sky at the last second.
Like a fountain, blue fire erupted through its mouth and showered the sky with its heat and light. The ground trembled. The heavens thundered. And the audience flinched back, only the safety of the wards protecting them from the scorching heat that enveloped this side of the arena.
Daphne craned her neck and smiled, the blue fire almost forming the rough shape of an umbrella with both of them sheltered underneath. The beauty of it stole her breath away. It was like fireworks. Shooting up in the sky in a beautiful shape, living its short life before disintegrating into nothing.
Once the flames spluttered out, she allowed the beast freedom to move its neck. As expected, the dragon retaliated in fear and anger. Blue fire funnelled outward in her direction with a boom. Spiralling towards her to drown her.
Ten metres before her, the fire vanished abruptly.
As if it had never even existed.
[Reset]
Daphne’s placid smile grew just a little as she stood in the sea of flames.
Unaffected. Unburnt. Unhurt.
The colour of the fire enhancing her exquisite attire, the white leather jacket and bottoms reflecting the flames.
The 10m diameter circle around her was her kingdom where no magic was allowed to work. The frustrated scream of the dragon was music to her ears. Although her ears were currently busy listening to the beating of her heart.
The cheers. The shouts of disbelief. The dragon’s scream. They were all muted before the dance of her beating heart. It was as if she was underwater, the sounds muddled and weak and coming from far away.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
She felt like swaying to this all-encompassing melody.
But she didn’t. She wasn’t performing here, before the entire world, to be viewed as a whimsical airhead. No, the last thing she ever wanted to be viewed as was a harmless dumb blonde.
Her strides confident in the face of never-ending fire, she allowed a small serene smile to flash over her face as she got closer to the beast. She raised her arms to her sides and brought them before her when the beast ran out of fire.
Meeting the dragon’s terrified eyes, she gave a soft clap, her eyes shining with excitement.
The ground once again trembled as a rushing sound echoed throughout the arena.
Whoosh!
Two enormous waves of water charged the dragon from both sides at a blinding speed. And encased the titanic beast within a sphere. The bubble slowly took to the air and hovered in a fixed place, showcasing the incapacitated beast.
The dragon struggled aggressively but to no success. Even though the water was evaporating at a rapid pace due to the dragon’s high body temperature, the sphere remained its gigantic size.
Daphne stayed unmoving in her position on the ground with her palms pressed together, looking up apathetically as the mighty dragon’s fight became sluggish second by second.
A minute later, the world watched as the dragon became limp in the cage of bubbling water, at last losing its consciousness to the lack of air.
She allowed her hands to fall to her sides. And the water disappeared into the air. Allowing the extremely dry beast to flop down on the rocky ground.
Smash!
Stopping before its body, she took the bell. Stepping around it without another glance, she reached for the golden egg placed in the nest. She picked it up, the bell in her right hand and the egg tucked under her arm. As she turned her back to the dragon and began retracing her steps, the beast regained its consciousness and opened its mouth.
The surprised screams of the audience alerted her, and she looked over her shoulder, her untied hair swaying along the gentle wind, crystal blue eyes gleaming suddenly with murder. That look screamed that she was just waiting for an excuse to kill the sorry animal. Praying for an opportunity to twist its thick scaly neck with her magic.
The dragon shut its maw and whimpered, lowering its snout and closing its eyes.
Daphne glanced up at the small fist-size globe that hovered in the sky. The thing that broadcasted the tournament all over the world. Her lips parted and she allowed a smirk to cross over her face.
Reaching back to her teammates, she nodded at Chloe who patted her again. As if to say, ‘Well done, kid. But I’d have done it better.’
It was a ruse, obviously. Chloe and Viktor were nowhere near her level. But instead of showing them as unneeded champions, she allowed the world to think she was the weakest one among the trio and yet had enough strength to destroy a dragon. It would create a powerful illusion. If the youngest of them was this powerful, then how strong were the older two?
‘Look weak when you’re strong and strong when you’re weak.’ She thought wryly. While she wasn’t delusional enough to think that it would work on Team A and catch them off-guard, Team C was entirely different.
And the world too. Let them think Team B was strongest. It would certainly gain them fame.
She could have gone about the task more smartly, but none of the other ways would have skyrocketed her popularity like this. None of them would have allowed them to outshine Fleur Delacour’s jaw-dropping performance. But with this stunt, Team B became number one. This task wouldn’t be remembered in the coming years because a French Veela ran along the spine of a dragon and did a flip from its wing.
No, the task would be remembered as the time when Daphne Greengrass nearly killed a Hungarian Horntail with ease.
~xXxXx~
“What was that? When did Daphne become the next Merlin?” Astoria yelled over the wild cheers, goggling at her sister’s smirk on the large screen.
Harry didn’t answer, having gotten shocked into a stupor himself. He hadn’t expected her to be that direct. He hadn’t thought that she would reveal so much of her power. That she would use [Reset] in public. He had to talk with her soon. While she had held back, she hadn’t held back enough. And he wasn’t sure if he liked that. She took too much attention from this task with her reckless move. Wasn’t she supposed to be the intelligent Slytherin?
He wasn’t the only one frozen in his seat. Others were taken aback too.
Lily wore a deep intrigued look while Alice was lost for words.
“It seems both my daughters are brave Gryffindors.” Proserpina chuckled with her head held high, surprised but pleased with her daughter’s progress. She could have never imagined that training with Harry would make her so strong. She could proudly say that her eldest daughter had surpassed her. Hell, even Lily wouldn’t last before Daphne, and that was a big compliment. Maybe Dumbledore too would lose to her, she pondered with an uncharacteristic wide grin.
“You were bad-mouthing Gryffindors just a short while ago.” Astoria snarked, still a bit out of it, having never seen her sister break a dragon before.
“Champions, return to the tent for further instructions.” announced Bagman, pulling him out of his ruminations.
Ignoring the banter between the mother and the daughter, Harry got onto his feet and made his way down the stands. Fleur and Elitsa were waiting for him at the bottom.
“You didn’t say your girlfriend was ze next Morgana.” The silver-haired Veela spoke up, her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes filled with dissatisfaction.
Harry shrugged, walking along with them, turning a blind eye to the occasional camera flashes as they left the arena and steered towards the tent. “It shouldn’t matter to us how strong our opponents are.”
Fleur huffed and turned her face away, annoyed at the situation. Today was the day she made history by almost single-handedly one-upping a dragon. And yet, Daphne Greengrass did it better and without much effort. She should be proud of what she accomplished today, but discontent at her own lack of power made the victory bittersweet. Would people even remember her achievement after witnessing a young girl cowing a dragon?
Elitsa patted her shoulder. “You did good. Stop overthinking.”
“Yes, there’s no need to be morose. We’ll show them who’s the boss in the next task.” Harry said, taking her arm and squeezing it.
Fleur’s mouth curved up a little as she nodded. “We will show zem.”
Inside the tent, the rest were circled around the table in the common area. The headmasters and the officials on one side and the two teams on the other side. Team A joined their fellow champions.
“First of all, congratulations are in order. You all performed far better than we expected.” Bagman declared, his face split by a massive grin. No one missed the awed look he shot at the youngest girl in the tent.
“Yes, great work indeed. All three teams easily surpassed our expectations. You showed bravery in the face of the unknown. You worked together with your team seamlessly, displaying cunning and unprecedented strength. You have left us wonderstruck.” Dumbledore said, meeting their gazes with proud twinkling eyes, the other two headmasters nodding with him.
Elitsa straightened under Headmaster Aleksander’s appraising gaze. And the others reacted similarly. After more praises and compliments, it was revealed that Team A and Team B tied with the perfect score of 100 while Team C came second with 30 points to no one’s surprise.
“Your second task will take place three months later on 24th February. And you must find hints of what it will be by inspecting the bell and the egg. You’ll be at a severe disadvantage if you don’t. And Team C, the egg will provide a good enough hint that you wouldn’t be totally lost. So, you can stop worrying.” Crouch told them, his tone brisk with an undercurrent of kindness.
Team C relaxed, glad that the egg was enough to not make them instantly lose the next task.
Then the three teams were dismissed.
“Come to my room in ze evening before dinner.” Fleur told them as they stepped out of the tent. The two nodded before going their separate ways. The Beauxbatons towards the Forbidden Forest. The Durmstrangs towards the Great Lake. And the Hogwarts’ champions towards the castle.
“You did awesome, Daphne. I still can’t believe how you defeated the dragon.” Cedric began good-naturedly, sensing the tension between the other two, hoping to diffuse it.
Daphne just nodded before looking straight ahead once again, ignoring the boys. The sixth-year chuckled, deciding not to bother her anymore. He turned to Harry, wanting to break the uncomfortable silence between them, but the boy was staring at the blonde with a complicated expression. And the Hufflepuff was smart enough to sense that no conversation would change the rigid air. So, he wisely kept his mouth shut as they hurried towards the castle.
He was glad once he parted from them and didn’t have to suffer the awkward atmosphere. The elated screams of his housemates as he stepped into the common room cheered him up. And he happily allowed them to bury him in the animated crowd. The disappointment of ranking at the bottom melted away as his people surrounded him in warm embrace.
~xXxXx~
Once Cedric broke away from them after they entered the castle, Harry took Daphne’s arm and they faded into the thin air. She didn’t complain when he led her into the secret room that he had made for their training purpose.
Currently, the narrow room was bare. Empty and dull, the walls and the floor the same grey as the rest of the castle. The two stood face to face, tension simmering between them. And the urgent need to go clean themselves of the dirt and grime only made this detour more annoying.
“Out with it.” Daphne said, narrowing her eyes and crossing her arms in defiance, guessing why he appeared so irked.
He grimaced at her defensive posture. “You overdid it. You even used the Reset Skill in front of everyone. And I don’t think that was wise.”
She remained silent, mulling over his words instead of denying them. “I guess you’re right. I overdid it. So what? Aren’t I allowed to use my hard-earned strength to achieve my goals? What use is reaching level 300 if I can’t use the power?”
“Not this way. You’re not supposed to use these powers to show off.”
She gave him a bland look at this holier-than-thou attitude before a sudden smile came over her face. “Harry, are you jealous that I stole the victory from you?”
“Of course not!” He defended quickly. Too quickly.
Her smile morphed into an amused smirk. She closed the distance between them and pressed her palms over his chest, looking up at him. “Is losing to me that infuriating for you?”
He clammed up, realising that he truly was jealous. Which came off as more surprising than it should have. It might be because he never considered any of the other two teams as a threat. Who were they before his might? Nothing, they were no one. They were wretched peasants who were compelled to face him. It was their unfortunate luck that they had to compete against him. But the way Team C—the weakest of the bunch—performed, showed that raw power wasn't an absolute necessity in this tournament. You could still shine with your wit even if you didn’t possess the mana pool of a level 1000 gamer.
“Oh Harry, you look so cute trying not to pout.” She laughed at his offended expression, patting his chest, and drawing him away from his thoughts.
“Fine. I’m jealous of how cool you looked smacking the dragon. But I’m also extremely turned on. I don’t think you’ve ever looked more sexy than ‘I’m on my way to slay a dragon in my white leather clothes’ mode.” His lips quirked up, deciding to stop being a jealous prat. Why would he waste his time on that when he could be a horny boyfriend and tease her instead?
She blushed at the blatant compliment, dragging her palms away from his chest and running them along his sides. “I can say the same. You’re looking lovely in this red outfit.”
Without another thought, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. Leaning forward, he captured her mouth with his. Her lips soft and reactive, parting open to reveal her pink tongue that sneaked into his mouth and hugged his own. She pushed her fingers into his hair as they snogged with passion, her fingers curling in his black locks while their lips rolled over one another, their tongues battling for domination.
Daphne broke the kiss after a minute, pushing his face away when his lips slid down her neck, ready to leave a red hickey behind on the pale skin. She smiled softly at his confused look, unable to hide her mirth. “I was going to take a long relaxing bath before you dragged me here. And that bath time is calling me.”
“I would usually whine about having my fun time cut short. But I was planning to take a bath myself. The dragons were particularly fond of swirling up dust storms. And I need the authentic bath experience to really feel clean.” He responded, sighing in disappointment at the missed opportunity.
“Don’t make that face. We can make out after we’re done bathing. I’m not going anywhere.” She rolled her eyes as he visibly perked up. He was too easy sometimes.
“You know, we don’t have to choose between the two. We can do both, bath and make out, at the same time. This room can turn into many things. And a lavish bathroom is one of them.” He suggested, and a section of the room got walled up with a door forming in the centre to allow or deny entry.
Daphne hesitated, not knowing if she should accept. They had been taking their physical relationship slow. So slow, in fact, that he still hadn’t seen her naked. They had kissed and touched each other, sometimes lovingly and sometimes roughly. But all that had been done over the clothes.
“You can say no if you’re uncomfortable, of course. Though remember we have already bathed together many times. I’ve already seen your assets. You don’t need to be shy.” He offered with a playful smile.
“We’re not six anymore. It’s not the same.” She grumbled at his skewed logic. When blood rushes south, boys stop using their brains. This was the prime example of that.
“Fine. I’ll get out of your hair then.” He shrugged, not wanting to force her. After placing a quick kiss on her lips, he spun around and walked away at an unhurried pace. Hoping Iris was up for some ‘bonding’ time.
“Wait!” Daphne spoke up as he reached the threshold of the room, causing him to turn around and give her a questioning look. “It’s fine. We can bathe together.”
Harry didn’t question further and retraced his steps, stopping beside her. Taking her hand, he ushered her towards the bathroom. The door opening with a click sound and closing shut behind them.
The bathroom was vast, easily big enough to house tens of students. It was divided into two parts with the floor covered in white tiles, and the walls painted light blue. One half of the bathroom was a spacious area under a showerhead. And the other half was occupied by a big ‘bathtub’. Though the word bathtub didn’t do justice to the majestic piece that lay on their left. It was a beautiful large ceramic structure and almost big enough to be considered a small pool.
“Have I ever said how much I love you for enchanting this room?” Daphne whispered, her eyes wide as she took in the heaven before them. She walked to the tub and ran her fingers through the water. It was lukewarm. The perfect temperature.
“I don’t think so.” He chuckled at her fascinated tone, inspecting the shower area. While this room was straight out of his imagination, he was still amazed by it. He didn’t think he would ever get used to the miracles of the Room of Requirement.
“I love you.” said Daphne, facing away from him and leaning over the tub, breathing in the floral scent that emanated from the water.
“I love you too.” Harry smiled, moving to the other side where his girlfriend was. His eyes latched on her leather-clad arse as she was bent over the tub. Slowly, he approached her from behind until he was just one step away, drinking in the sight of her tight arse fitted into the white leather trousers. Taking the final step, he pressed himself behind her, the sensation of his crotch on her soft round butt too euphoric to be described in words.
Daphne froze when she felt something hard rub against her arse. Her face coloured at the realisation. While she had felt his excitement pressed against her before, those instances had always been the side effect of their snogging session. But she wasn’t sitting in his lap now. No, she was bent over a tub while he ground himself against her. It was almost like sex. It was totally different and new. Scary and exhilarating.
She sighed both in relief and disappointment when he pulled away with one last smack at her arse.
Standing up, she turned around to see his sheepish smile. She crossed her arms and tapped her foot on the floor, her face showing faux displeasure.
“Couldn’t ignore the temptation.” He shrugged shamelessly.
“Do you ever?” She scoffed, hoping he didn’t notice the dusting of pink on her cheeks.
“All the time.” He slipped into her personal space, mashing his mouth over hers. And Daphne could do nothing but moan as he held her tightly, as he dropped his arms down to her arse and squeezed them.
Although he had been liking the leather outfit of hers until now, they became tiresome when his fingers couldn’t sink into her curvy cheeks enough.
“Let me get you out of this.” He said, herding her towards the shower area, taking the zip between his thumb and forefinger, and pulling it down, exposing her white undershirt that was thin and snug enough to make normal boys blush and stare.
Daphne squawked and slapped his hands away. “I’m not a child. I can undress myself.”
“Fine. I was just excited.”
“Too excited.” She muttered exasperatedly, taking off her jacket and dropping it in the basket that wasn’t there before. She rolled her eyes when she saw Harry staring at her with painstaking attention, as if missing a single second of this impromptu striptease would end the world.
Gripping the helm of her white undershirt, she pulled it over her head and chucked it where her jacket was.
A sudden wave of anxiousness washed over her once the undershirt was gone.
Daphne fidgeted and shifted her weight from one foot to another as there was only one layer of clothing left on her torso. She glanced up at Harry before quickly averting her gaze. With her eyes directed at the floor, she undid the clasp of her plain white bra and placed it in the basket, resisting the urge to cover herself.
“You look enchanting.” Harry smiled, sensing her nervousness. He stared at her small round breasts in appreciation. They were hardly a handful, neither eye-catching like Iris nor flat like half of the girls in their year.
“Do I? For someone who’s swimming in large tits, mine surely should seem pathetic to you.” She raised her eyebrows, her tone steady even when she was bubbling with giddiness at the quick acceptance.
He shrugged. “It’s not your fault that most of them are adult women. And you shouldn’t compare yourself to Iris. She’s an exception. She has the ‘Peak Body’ Perk. And it’s not like I have a particular preference. I love your body too.”
“Hmm.” She smirked, pleased at the reassurance. “Why don’t you come near and inspect them properly then.”
His laughter echoed in the bathroom, and he stopped before her, planting a short kiss on her lips before ogling at her boobs. They were perky and slightly conical. And her areolas were small circles of light pink with the stiff nipples standing upright in the centre.
He leaned forward, and spread his fingers over her breasts, before tightening his hold and squeezing them. Yes, they were almost a handful and fit perfectly in his grasp. He could easily hide them under his palm. And that’s what he did, splaying his fingers across her firm mounds.
Daphne shivered in pleasure, arching her back and standing on her toes as he fondled her tits, as he rubbed her nipples beneath his thumbs. She wasn’t moaning yet, but her breathing was turning hoarse and her skin was covered in goosebumps.
“Enough. I think it's enough. We have to take a bath too before others start searching for us. We have a limited time” Harry said almost sadly, taking his hands off her warm chest. She was scandalised by the whiny noise that left her. Blushing, she spun around, cursing herself. And didn't see the dreamy look that crossed his face at her adorableness.
“True. I’ll take off the rest and we can have a quick shower before having a soak in the tub.” She babbled, peeling off her trousers and knickers, dumping them into the basket, aware of his lecherous gaze on her behind. If he noticed that she stayed bent a little longer than strictly necessary then he didn't mention it.
Facing him again, she had her hands over her groin, her face flaming red from embarrassment and arousal. Harry didn’t say anything, taking off his own clothes and feeling her curious gaze on him. He didn’t comment as she gaped at his throbbing boner.
“Wow.” She gulped down, unable to take her eyes away from the one-eyed monster that was glowering at her.
Harry snorted, breaking the staring match between his cock and his girlfriend. “Thank you, that does boost my confidence.”
She spluttered, trying to deny that she wasn’t leering at him, but he just drew her under the showerhead and let the water rain on them. The sound of water striking the tiled floor surrounding them.
They stayed there for the next minute, water spilling over them and cleaning the dirt and grime off their bodies. Harry moved closer and Daphne’s breath hitched in her throat when he began washing her blonde hair that was matted around her head. The shampoo foam glided down her body as he massaged her head, combing her hair with his fingers.
She didn’t think even the dragon was able to make her heart race so fast. Though it came with a warm feeling that lightened her body and filled her very soul with happiness. His gentle and careful caresses almost lulled her into his sleep until he cupped her face and shook her awake. She peered at him with drowsy eyes and the way he looked at her—all gentle and caring—made her want to freeze this moment in time and live it for eternity.
“Don’t sleep on me now. We’ve to take a bath too.” He said, teasing her wet pink mouth with his, sucking on her upper lip. She slobbered him with saliva and attacked his tongue with frenzy, suddenly infused with unadulterated love and lust. He was taken aback by the swift change but wasn’t far behind in reciprocating it with the same intensity.
She jumped up in his arms, crossing her legs behind him. Harry supported her weight by holding her butt, carrying her towards the brimming bathtub, somehow ignoring the wet heat of her pussy pressed on his stomach. They didn’t stop kissing even when stepping into the water, displacing some of it on the floor. Daphne was a beast in heat at the moment and had no care in the world, other than the boy who had been with her since the beginning.
The depth of the bathtub for once was normal. And they had to sit in it to continue snogging one another. Seated on their knees face-to-face, they were submerged from the neck down. The tepid water reinvigorating their flushed skin. They kissed wantonly while holding onto each other, his hands on her shoulders while hers on his chest, slowly trailing southward.
He was surprised when she wrapped her dainty fingers around his girth underwater. Her movements were clumsy and inexperienced since this was her first handjob, but her pure dedication to pleasure him was good enough to compensate for it.
He propped his back against the side of the tub and spread his legs ahead. Daphne shifted closer, sitting beside him, cuddling into his side, and pumping his cock enthusiastically. He placed his arm around her shoulders.
Turning his face towards his side, he began kissing her. The taste of her mouth intermixed with the sweet floral scent of the water. And he allowed himself to get lost in the ecstasy with his girlfriend.
He didn’t hold back and when he was close, he warned her. “Daphne.”
Her blue eyes shone with excitement and she pulled away, dunking her head underwater and swallowing half of his cock. He groaned as the heat of her mouth enveloped him, as her wet tongue touched the bundle of nerves by some divine luck.
Staring at her blonde hair floating between his legs, he grabbed her head and gave a shallow thrust, exploding on her tongue as the light blinded him, taking all the tension away.
He slumped on his back and released his hold, allowing her head to break free out of the water. She breathed in and out loudly, her chest expanding and shrinking, water trickling down her hair and face.
“Wow.” Harry whispered, making her smirk.
“Thank you, that does boost my confidence.” She quipped.
Harry laughed and pulled her into his lap, running his hands over her curves, his laughter petering out. “You’re beautiful. So beautiful”
“Thanks.” She mumbled, embracing him and hiding her pleased smile on his neck. He hummed softly, coiling his arms around her back, keeping her against him as tight as possible, merging their body heat and heartbeats, with her breasts squashed on him and her crotch positioned over his pulsating cock.
They remained that way, pressed together and relaxing in the tub, with Harry occasionally splashing their bodies with water. But Daphne was too content to get annoyed at him, opting to just snuggle more aggressively. Though she did snap open her eyes when he shifted their position.
Now, she was lying against the side of the tub while Harry sat beside her. Before she could question him, he moved in front of her, wading through the water. He touched her thighs underwater and spread her legs.
“It’s your turn.” He said and pushed his head beneath the water.
Daphne squeezed her eyes shut, resting the back of her head on the edge of the tub, wet blonde locks snaking down her neck and shoulders. Staring at the ceiling, she moaned his name, guiding him with her hand placed on his head. Though she didn’t have to guide him much with the way he was using his mouth and fingers. She wondered how he was breathing underwater, but he didn’t allow her to focus on anything else than the steady jolts of pleasure that kept increasing and becoming more frequent.
She couldn’t help but scream in rapture when Harry’s arms rose out of the water and took hold of her tits while he pulled her closer and closer to climax. The simultaneous stimulation from her nipples and her crotch sparked the eruption. She convulsed, twisting and turning, pushing his head deeper against her pussy, riding the biggest orgasm of her life for a whole minute until the fiery euphoria evaporated, leaving her in a comforting bliss.
Harry came out of the water with a prideful smile. He licked his lips clean and rested his face on her soft bust. Daphne gathered his head on her breasts and kissed his hair, closing her eyes together with him.
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Omake
Daphne walked into the open, her gaze snapping at the dragon. The beast wasn’t on the ground, instead, it was straining against the chains in midair. Flapping its giant powerful wings, sending force strong enough to create a destructive gale.
Without another word, she began walking towards the roaring dragon.
Fearless and unrelenting.
Her teammates took out a lute and sat on a nearby rock before strumming a catchy tune on the strings.
And then they sang a powerful song that conquered the hearts of the audience.
Our hero, our hero, claims a warrior's heart
I tell you, I tell you, the Dragonborn comes
With a voice wielding power of the ancient nord arts
Believe, believe, the Dragonborn comes
She was an epitome of grace as her limbs moved in an entrancing fluid motion, taking her steadily towards presumed death. The strong wind lashed by the wings of the dragon washed through her, undoing her long blonde hair, making it flutter behind her with the rhythm of its beating wings. Others would have staggered before the mighty force.
But Daphne did not.
Dovahkiin, Dovahkiin
Naal ok zin los vahriin
Wah dein vokul mahfaeraak ahst vaal
Ahrk fin norok paal graan
Fod nust hon zindro zaan
Dovahkiin, fah hin kogaan mu draal
She turned her head up towards the dragon and opened her mouth.
Then screamed at the top of her lungs.
“FUS RO DAH!”
