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The Hogwarts PlayWitch (Ch. 6 - Daphne Greengrass II)
🕑 Added 2025-02-23 23:27:22 +0000 UTCNext up after this: more of Thanking Harry! Enjoy :)
Disclaimer: This story is set in a period of time after the war, where Harry and his friends return to Hogwarts to complete their studies. All featured characters are 18 years of age or older.
Harry watched with bated breath as Daphne stepped out from behind the curtain, her body clad in a stunning, dark-green gown that shimmered elegantly in the light. The gown hugged her perfectly, its silky fabric clinging to her curves and highlighting every inch of her fit, slender body; from the swell of her full, ample breasts to her narrow waist and the flare of her hips. The bodice of the gown was cut low, the neckline plunging down to reveal the tops of her large, firm breasts. Her blonde hair was styled in an elegant updo, with loose strands framing her face and drawing attention to her pretty blue eyes and the faint blush on her cheeks.
Harry let out a low whistle as Daphne approached him, his heart racing in his chest as he took in her stunning beauty. "You look absolutely breathtaking, Daphne," he murmured, his eyes roving over her curves.
Daphne smiled, her eyes sparkling with delight at Harry's reaction. "You like it?" she asked, her voice a soft, sultry purr. "I thought it would be perfect for the shoot. Elegant, yet revealing."
Harry nodded, his eyes never leaving Daphne's body. "It's perfect," he agreed, his voice thick with desire. "And you look absolutely stunning in it."
Daphne giggled. "Thank you, Harry," she said, "I'm glad you like it."
Harry grinned, his eyes flicking to his camera. "Great! Then let's make sure we get some amazing shots, shall we?"
Daphne nodded, her smile widening. "Lead the way, Mr Photographer."
Harry directed Daphne to pose in various positions around the room, each more provocative than the last. He had her lean against the wall, her back arched and her breasts thrust forward, the silky fabric of her gown glinting in the light. He had her sit on the plush sofa, her legs crossed and her gown riding up her thighs, offering a tantalising glimpse of her creamy skin. He had her lean over the sofa, her ass in the air and her back arched, the gown clinging to her curves and outlining her perfect, firm ass.
As Harry snapped shot after shot, he couldn't help but feel his pulse quickening, his cock growing harder in his trousers as he watched Daphne pose and tease the camera. She was a natural, her body moving with a fluid grace that was mesmerising to watch. And with each pose, she became more and more aroused, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps, her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkling with excitement. Something which quickly became apparent to Harry.
"Fuck, Daphne! You're leaking more than a broken cauldron, you naughty witch!" Harry exclaimed, his eyes fixed on the glistening line of wetness that was slowly trickling down Daphne's inner thigh.
Daphne's eyes widened in shock at Harry's words, and her face quickly flushed with a deep blush as she realised that he was absolutely right. She had been so caught up in the moment that she hadn't even noticed how turned on she was, and the realisation that her pussy was dripping wet with her arousal in front of Harry had her squirming in embarrassment.
"H—Harry!" she stammered, her thighs clenching together in a futile effort to hide the evidence of her arousal from him. She had always told herself that the only reason she was doing this was to regain her standing as the most popular witch at Hogwarts and to earn a bit of gold on the side, but now, as she stood there, leaking all over herself in front of the camera, she couldn't deny the truth any longer. The thought of having Harry's thick cock plunder the depths of her virgin pussy was far more important to her in that moment than any amount of fame or gold could ever be.
Harry chuckled, shaking his head. "Don't worry, Daphne. There's no shame in being horny. Especially when you're as beautiful as you are. Besides, you're not the only one who's looking forward to the finale," he added, giving Daphne a roguish wink, his hand moving down to his crotch, where he gave his thick, hard cock a firm squeeze for emphasis.
Daphne's eyes followed Harry's hand, and she watched as his fingers closed around the thick snake running down one of the legs of his trousers, giving it a firm squeeze before releasing it again. Her breath hitched in her throat, and she licked her lips, her heart racing in her chest as she imagined what it would be like to see that fat cock in the flesh.
Harry watched as Daphne's eyes flicked to his crotch, and he chuckled. "Feeling a bit hot and bothered, Daphne?" he asked. "Do you want to let out some of that heat before the finale?"
Daphne's face flushed even deeper, yet she couldn't help the emphatic nod of her head. "What did you have in mind?" she asked, biting her lower lip as she looked up at Harry through her lashes.
Harry grinned, setting his camera down for a moment. "I want to see those gorgeous tits of yours, Daphne," he murmured, his eyes locked on the exposed tops of her breasts, which were jutting out from her neckline. "I want to see you free those luscious mounds and show them off to the camera."
And those seemed to be the magic words, for if there was one thing Daphne was confident in, it was her perfect pair of tits. With a seductive smile that showed off her newfound confidence, she slowly reached up to her neckline, pulling the silky fabric of her gown down, exposing her large, firm tits to the camera. The nipples were large and erect, standing at attention as they stared back at him, their dark-brown colour a stark contrast to the pale flesh surrounding them.
Harry let out a low, appreciative whistle. "Fuck, Daphne, those are absolutely gorgeous!" he exclaimed, his eyes roving over her perfect pair of tits, his fingers itching to reach out and squeeze them, to twist and pull on the nipples. "You look like such a slut right now. I can just imagine you walking around the halls of Hogwarts with your tits out, your nipples rock-hard and your pussy leaking all over the place."
Daphne's face flushed with pleasure, and she gave a soft, sultry giggle as she looked up at Harry through her lashes. "Do you like them, Harry?" she asked, posing for the camera.
"Oh, I love them, Daphne," Harry said, his voice thick with desire. "But as the Acting Editor and Chief Photographer of PlayWitch, I'm afraid I can't endorse them to our readers without some thorough—hands-on—research."
Daphne's face lit up with excitement, and with a mischievous giggle, she skipped forward, taking Harry's hands in hers, guiding them to her tits. Harry couldn't resist the invitation, his fingers closing around them, feeling their firm shape in his hands. They were perfect, Harry thought; large and pliable, with just the right amount of bounce and give as he squeezed and massaged them.
Harry's fingers roamed over her tits, feeling their shape and size, the way they reacted to his touch. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, feeling them harden even more as he tweaked and pinched them.
Daphne moaned. It was a deep, throaty sound that reverberated through her chest, her voice trembling with pleasure as she arched her back and pressed her tits into Harry's hands, urging him on. Her hands reached up to tangle in his hair, her fingers digging into his scalp as she pulled his face to her tits, her voice a breathless whisper. "Oh, Harry, that feels so good..."
With both hands busy massaging her tits, the camera lay forgotten on the floor, but neither of them cared. Daphne's body was on fire, and her pussy was leaking like a broken cauldron, her hips writhing with pleasure as Harry's thumbs worked her nipples, tweaking and pinching them until her breath was coming in short, shallow gasps, her body trembling and shuddering with pleasure.
And Harry wasn't faring much better. His cock was rock-hard in his trousers, his balls aching with need. He was just about to lose control, to throw Daphne down onto the sofa and fuck her senseless, when Daphne pulled back, her face flushed with pleasure and a sly smile on her face.
"Enough of that," she said, her voice husky with desire. "I think it's time to get to the grand finale, don't you, Harry?"
Harry let out a low, appreciative growl. "You're right, Daphne," he said as he released her tits, his hands dropping to his trousers, where he undid the buttons, the zipper coming down in the blink of an eye. "I think it's time we see how well you can handle my cock."
With a swift motion, Harry pushed his trousers down, freeing his thick, hard cock. It sprang forth like a battering ram, slapping against his belly with a meaty thwack.
Daphne's eyes went wide, and her breath hitched in her throat as she watched Harry free his cock. It was enormous; a thick, heavy rod of flesh that hung down from Harry's body, its dark-purple head already glistening with pre-cum. It looked almost angry as it hung there, its meaty shaft throbbing with need and desire.
She couldn't help but grind her thighs together, her body trembling with anticipation as she watched Harry slowly stroke his cock, the skin sliding back and forth under his fingers as he watched her with a hungry, lustful gaze.
Before Harry could even begin to construct the necessary mental image required to summon what he wanted, the Room of Requirement had already produced it, as if it was just as excited about what was coming next as Harry was.
A table appeared in the centre of the room, its smooth, polished surface gleaming in the light. And, upon his mental command, the camera flew into the air, hovering overhead as it prepared to document the grand finale.
Harry chuckled, shaking his head. "I'm glad to know that the Room of Requirement shares my enthusiasm," he murmured to himself.
Stripping out of the rest of his clothing, Harry was finally ready. He looked at the table, and then at Daphne, his eyes dark with lust as he pictured the scene in his mind. "Bend over, Daphne," he growled. "Let's see that bubbly ass and that needy pussy of yours in action."
Daphne obeyed, her thighs trembling with anticipation as she bent over the table, her ass sticking out in a provocative manner. Her tight gown rode up her thighs, exposing her smooth, creamy skin and her perfect, round ass. But what really captured his attention was her lack of panties. She was completely bare, her plump cunt peeking out from between her thighs, its pink, moist folds glistening with her arousal, and her puckered hole winking at him in the light.
Harry groaned, his cock throbbing with need as he reached out, his fingers digging into Daphne's ass, feeling the soft, warm flesh under his fingers, the way her curves fit perfectly in his hands, as if she was born just to be his perfect fuck-doll. He gave her ass a firm slap, feeling the jiggle and wobble as his fingers dug in, the sting of his hand against her skin making her squeal in delight.
"Oh, Harry!" Daphne giggled, looking back at him over her shoulder. "You're going to make me leak all over the place!"
Harry chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, Daphne, I'm not going to make you leak. I'm going to make you gush like a fucking waterfall. Now spread those legs, let me see that pretty cunt of yours."
Daphne giggled, doing as Harry told her, spreading her legs wide, exposing her juicy cunt to him. It was perfect, her pink, moist folds already glistening with her arousal, her entrance already quivering and pulsing with need and anticipation.
Harry groaned, his cock throbbing with need as he positioned himself behind Daphne, his hands grasping her hips as he traced the head of his cock along her cunt, scooping up her juices and smearing them all over his head.
"Fuck, Daphne, you're so wet and ready," Harry groaned, his hips flexing against her ass as he finally pushed forward. The head of his cock parted her folds, the leaking pre-cum mingling with her own arousal as he slowly sank home.
Daphne moaned, her hands clawing at the table as she felt Harry's cock slowly fill her, the thick, heavy rod of flesh stretching her cunt wide as it sank deeper and deeper into her. It was the most intense feeling she had ever experienced, the pain and pleasure mixing together in a heady, intoxicating rush.
"Oh, Harry, that feels so good..." she moaned, her hips writhing and grinding against him as he slowly pushed forward, his thick cock sinking into her inch by inch.
The camera hovered overhead, recording every second of their union. The way Daphne's juicy cunt stretched around his thick cock, her folds wrapped around him like a warm, wet blanket, the way her body trembled and quivered as he slowly pushed deeper and deeper into her.
It was the tightest, wettest thing he had ever felt, her slick walls gripping and squeezing his cock as he slowly filled her, the pleasure of it making his balls ache with need and desire.
Before Harry knew it, he was fully inside her, the tip of his cock pressing incessantly against her cervix. Harry paused, his hips flexing against Daphne's ass as he savoured the feeling of her tight, wet cunt gripping his cock. He could feel her pulsing and throbbing around him, her body shuddering with pleasure as she adjusted to the feeling of his cock inside her. And judging by the way she was writhing her hips, he could tell that Daphne was already on the very brink of orgasm, her body tensing and trembling as she teetered on the edge.
Harry slapped her ass, his hand coming down with a firm smack that echoed through the room. Daphne screamed, her body tensing up as she suddenly came, her walls clamping down on his cock like a vice as she gushed and pulsed, her juices spilling out around his cock and dripping down her thighs.
Harry groaned, his hips stuttering as he felt Daphne's orgasm overtake her. It was a powerful thing, the feeling of her cunt gripping him so tightly as she came, her juices soaking his balls. He could feel her climax pulsing through her cunt, the waves of pleasure making her body shake.
But it wasn't enough. Harry wanted more. He wanted to feel her cunt gripping him like that again, and again, until he couldn't take it anymore. So, before Daphne had even finished coming, Harry began to slowly pull back, the thick, meaty head of his cock sliding along her slick walls as he slowly withdrew.
Harry watched, mesmerised, as Daphne's tight cunt gripped his cock as he pulled back, the pink flesh trying its best to keep him inside her. It was an amazing sight, the way her juices clung to his shaft, the way her walls gripped him with a desperate intensity as he pulled back. It was a losing battle, though, and Harry pulled back until only the head of his cock remained inside her, the tip resting against her entrance.
Then, before Daphne could even react, Harry thrust forward with a roar, his hips slamming into her ass as he buried his thick cock back into her, driving her over the edge again.
Daphne screamed, her voice high and sharp as she was overtaken by another orgasm, her walls clamping down on his cock as she pulsed and gushed around him.
"Fuck, yes, Harry! Yes, yes, yes!" she screamed, her body shuddering and writhing as she came again and again.
Harry grunted, his hips flexing as he began to thrust in earnest, his thick cock driving into Daphne with powerful, deep strokes, the slick sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing through the room as he fucked her hard and deep.
The camera hovered overhead, capturing the entire scene. The way Harry's thick cock plunged into Daphne's cunt, her juices flying and dripping all over the place as he thrust in and out of her. The way her tits jiggled with every thrust, her nipples rubbing against the table, the friction making her moan and scream even louder. The way her ass rippled with each impact, her cheeks showing off their ability to emulate cascading waves as Harry's hips slammed into them.
It was a wild, animalistic mating, Harry's cock driving into Daphne's sopping wet pussy with powerful, deep strokes. The pleasure was overwhelming, the feeling of her tight, wet cunt gripping his cock as he drove into her, the way her body shook and trembled as she came again and again, her orgasms washing over her like a tidal wave.
Harry groaned, his hips stuttering as he felt his own climax approaching. The pleasure was building inside him, the animalistic urge to deposit his seed deep within her womb almost overpowering. He gritted his teeth, his hands digging into Daphne's hips as he fought back, trying to hold off as long as possible.
"Are you ready to take my cum, Daphne?" Harry roared. "Ready to become my whore?"
Daphne was seeing stars, her voice high and sharp as she trembled in excitement. She had never felt anything this intense before, and she knew that she was on the verge of something truly transcendent. "Y—yes, Harry, yes! I'm ready to become your whore! I'll do anything you want! Just fill me with your cum!"
Harry let out a deep, guttural roar as he finally gave in, his hips slamming home against her ass as he buried his cock deep into her pussy, the head of his cock pressing against her cervix as he unloaded.
"Fuuuuuuuuuucccccckkkkkk!" Harry howled, his cock pulsing and jerking as he fired off shot after shot, his orgasm ripping through his body. He could feel his balls contracting, his seed boiling as it surged up his shaft, spurting and pulsing in time with his heartbeat as he filled Daphne's greedy cunt to the brim.
As Harry finally came down from his high, he slowly withdrew his cock from inside Daphne, his softening member dripping with their combined juices.
He watched as the camera swooped in for a final, close-up shot of Daphne's abused cunt, and he couldn't help letting out a sigh of satisfaction as he watched the thick, white fluid of his seed drip from her well-fucked pussy, dribbling down her thighs like a lewd, juicy waterfall of cum.
The camera then moved over, showing Daphne's blushing face, her lips parted and her cheeks flushed, her chest heaving as she panted for breath. It was the perfect end to the shoot, and Harry knew that this issue of PlayWitch would go down in history as the beginning of something truly special.
Disclaimer: This story is set in a period of time after the war, where Harry and his friends return to Hogwarts to complete their studies. All featured characters are 18 years of age or older.
