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A Flame Awakened Chapter 2.
🕑 Added 2023-09-14 18:25:37 +0000 UTCContent Warnings: BJs, Nipple Play, CMNF, Teasing, Breast Play, Cum Facial.
“I’ve never-” Daphne paused and gulped. The unearned confidence the firewhiskey had given her was rapidly evaporating.
“It’s okay,” Harry whispered, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “We can go slow.”
“We don’t have the luxury to go slow,” Daphne growled. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her frayed nerves. In a perfect world, she’d have spent a year or more playing cat and mouse with the man she liked, dropping hints and letting him chase her until they finally started courting.
Unfortunately, they didn’t have the privilege of living in a perfect world.
“Why not?” Harry frowned. “What do you really want?”
“Power.”
Her answer didn’t surprise Harry. She was, after all, a Slytherin. The Sorting Hat had promised him greatness if he agreed to be sorted into Slytherin. Everyone always said that Slytherins valued power over everything else. Why would Daphne be any different?
“Power,” Daphne whispered, seemingly having found her courage again. She stepped closer and pressed her half-naked body against his, leaning up to wrap her arms around his neck. Her stormy gray eyes were ablaze with determination. “I want the power to live the life I want. I want the power to not be a doll in my husband’s hands for the rest of my life.”
Daphne paused and glanced at Padma. Harry followed her gaze, his lips curling into a small smile at the sight of the short Ravenclaw cuddling a pillow.
“I want the power to keep Padma safe and happy.”
“Why do you care about her so much?”
“I…” Daphne huffed, her hot breath tickling Harry’s skin. “It’s hard to explain. We’re-” Daphne paused, thinking better than to say whatever was on her mind.
“You don’t have the monopoly on questions, Harry,” Daphne murmured, deciding to change the topic. She raised an arm, gently pushing her hand through his messy black hair. “What do you want?”
“I…” Harry’s breath hitched as he took in the small, playful smile dancing on her pink lips. “I don’t know,” he croaked, the tightness in his pants growing with every passing second. Her supple, curvy body pressing against him certainly wasn’t helping matters.
“How do you expect to win when you don’t even know what you’re fighting for?” Daphne challenged softly. She kept playing with his hair, her body providing comfort while her words exposed him to just how ignorant he was of the world around him. “Are you fighting just because Dumbledore told you it was your fight?”
“He killed my parents,” Harry growled, his temper flaring.
“And defeating him will bring them back?” Daphne shifted her other hand to his chest, the gentle pressure on his skin immediately calming him. “You won’t find your motivation to fight by looking at the past. You’ll do it by thinking about your future. What do you want, Harry Potter? What do you need to protect from that man?”
“My friends. Hermione,” Harry said, taking a shuddering breath after staying silent for a few seconds. “A… a family. Maybe a small cottage by the beach?”
Daphne smiled. “Now you know what you’re fighting for. Tell me, do you think you’ll get all that by learning a few spells?”
Harry wanted to hate her for her words, but even he couldn’t deny that she was simply speaking the truth. “No,” he whispered. Even if he became the greatest duelist on the planet there was no way he could take on the Death Eaters and their master without support.
“Power is only useful if you learn how to wield it. You need to be more than just our teacher, Harry. You need to be our leader.”
“I don’t have-”
“Yes, you do. You’ve just been infected by Dumbledore’s fear of power and Ronald’s desire for an easy life.”
“Power is-”
“Just a tool. You-Know-Who uses his power to destroy lives. I once used mine to keep Padma safe. What you use yours for is up to you.”
Daphne pulled away from him and looked around at the room, raising an eyebrow when the door of a small cabinet opened of its own accord to reveal the small Pensieve inside.
“Come on. You need to get over this stupid fear of yours.” She wrapped her hand around his wrist and pulled him to the cabinet.
He watched as she picked up her wand on the way to the Pensieve, using it to extract memory after memory from her temple. She deposited them all into the shimmering substance that was neither liquid nor gas before pushing her wand into the waistband of her skirt.
“What do you want to show me?”
“You’ll see.”
As one they leaned over the cauldron. Harry closed his eyes and dunked his face inside.
When he opened them they were standing in a compartment of the Hogwarts Express, staring at a younger Daphne paused in front of a closed door.
“Please, no!”
Daphne paused. She slowly turned and peeked into the compartment through the door window, rolling her eyes at the sight of Malfoy and his two cronies flanking a pretty girl who was scrambling to pick up loose papers scattered on the floor.
“Why do I never run into him picking on people who can actually fight back?” Daphne muttered under her breath, her hand already on the door handle. She knew it was foolish to intervene, especially for a stranger.
It was much wiser to keep her head down and not antagonize the asshole who would rule Slytherin for the next seven years.
“Please don’t step on-”
Daphne sighed and pulled open the door. “Boys,” she said coldly, ignoring the two morons surrounding the poor girl and leveling her gaze at Draco. “Leave her alone.”
“Why?”
Daphne resisted the urge to wipe the sneer off the Malfoy scion’s face. As much as she loved magic, her father had taught her that some things were better solved with good old-fashioned violence. A punch to the face was just as effective as a Stinging Hex and was infinitely more satisfying.
“Because she’s mine. Go find your own toy.”
“We can share.”
Daphne forced herself not to recoil when he reached out and patted her arm. Quicker than either he or his two goons could react she grabbed his hand and twisted his arm behind his back, flipping him around and trapping him in a very painful hold.
“I don’t share,” Daphne hissed. “And the only man who will ever have permission to touch me will be my husband. Try it again and lose the hand.”
She released her hold on him and stepped to one side, allowing the humiliated boy to storm out of the compartment followed by his confused (and more than a little intimidated) cronies.
“Thank you.” The girl on the floor looked up at Daphne through thick lashes. “I’m Padma-”
“Don’t care.” Daphne cut her off coldly. “If any Slytherin gives you trouble tell them you belong to Daphne Greengrass. I’ll make it clear I’m the only one allowed to pick on you.”
“Are you going to pick on me?” Padma shivered. She leaned over her papers protectively. “Just don’t destroy my research.”
“I don’t bully people. I don’t plan to be that kind of Slytherin.” And with that she left, shutting the door behind her.
“The Ice Queen has a heart,” Harry teased as mist surrounded them.
Daphne’s cheeks were pink but she rolled her eyes at him. “Please. I just saw a chance to remind Malfoy of his place and I took it. What did you learn from this memory?”
“That you’ll physically hurt anyone who tries to mess with Padma? Wait…” Harry paused and his eyes grew wide. “Is this why Ron was nursing a black eye the morning after the Yule Ball?”
“Like I just said, I never give up any opportunity to put men with an overinflated sense of their importance in their place,” Daphne replied with a satisfied smile. “If your goal, if the reason you fight is to keep your friends safe, Harry, you need to forget the bullshit ideals Dumbledore keeps drip-feeding us. You can either keep your hands clean or you can keep your loved ones safe. If it came down to saving Hermione’s life and killing a Death Eater, what would you do?”
“Kill the Death Eater,” Harry replied without hesitation.
Daphne grinned. “There may be hope for you yet.”
“You know, the Sorting Hat wanted to put me in Slytherin.”
“Did he now?” Daphne mulled over the revelation as the Pensieve took them to her next memory. “I think that makes sense.”
Harry was about to ask why but his attention was pulled away by the sight of Daphne, Tracey, and Blaise walking down the third-floor corridor.
“Your puppy’s following us again,” Blaise smirked, utterly unfazed by Daphne’s glare.
“She’s not my puppy.”
“You can’t keep ignoring her forever. She’s been trying to talk to you for nearly three months now.”
“I don’t ignore her. She never actually talks to me.”
“Yeah, because you glare at her until she runs away.”
“I told her to stay away from me,” Daphne grumbled under her breath. It was safer for Padma to be as far from Slytherins as possible. Malfoy’s pride still hadn’t recovered, especially after Potter had royally snubbed him as well. Her protection only did so much to keep the sweet Ravenclaw safe from the evil git.
“Maybe she just wants to be friends.”
“I don’t need more friends, Trace. I already have you two idiots to take care of.” Daphne sighed. “You two go ahead,” she murmured, gesturing in the direction of the Great Hall. “This won’t take long.”
She waited for them to round the corner before she turned, her gaze softening just a bit. “Padma. What do you want?” she asked, walking up to the Ravenclaw.
“Oh. Uhm… well, just… thank you?” Padma squeaked and pushed a box into Daphne’s hands.
“What’re these?”
“Chocolates. My aunty is a chocolatier and makes her own. They’re really tasty,” Padma murmured, wringing her hands nervously. “She sends me a box every month.”
“Why are you giving them to me?”
“To thank you for what you did on the train.”
“Alright. You’re welcome. I appreciate this but we’re never going to be friends, Padma. Now, live up to your House, do the wise thing, and stay away from me.”
“So, that was a lie,” Harry murmured as the mist enveloped them once more.
“I didn’t know it at the time. I honestly didn’t think we’d be friends. I wanted to keep her innocence as far away from the taint of Slytherin as possible.” Daphne shrugged. “Didn’t work.”
“Is it that bad?”
“Slytherin?”
“Yeah.”
“There’s a sickness in my House, Harry. I don’t know how to fix it, so I do whatever is necessary to keep my friends and my sister safe.”
Their surroundings reformed again and they were in the library.
“Hey, puppy.” Daphne didn’t bother looking up from the parchment on the table. She bit her lip to hide a smile as the chair next to her scraped across the stone floor. A skirt rustled as Padma flopped on the chair and leaned into Daphne’s side. “How was the Ball?”
“Horrible. I don’t want to talk about it,” Padma mumbled.
“I don’t want to say I told you so, but I did tell you not to go with Weasley.”
“My sister snagged the person I wanted to ask. They’re in the abandoned classroom on the first floor she uses for hookups. I saw her pull him up the stairs.”
Daphne frowned at the hurt in her friend’s voice.
“You’re an idiot.”
“What, why?!”
“You picked the wrong sister to take to the Ball. I saw how miserable you looked the two weeks you were shagging Parvati.”
“I…” Harry shrugged. She was right but he didn’t want to admit it so he turned his attention back to the memory.
“… he’s not.”
“He will,” Daphne replied, turning to Padma with a reassuring smile. “I think he’s a moron with questionable taste but you like him for some reason and I’m sure he’ll come around.”
“Nobody will pick me over my sister,” Padma mumbled with a dejected shrug. “I don’t even know how to kiss.”
“Maybe you can find a book that’ll teach you,” Daphne teased, carefully rolling up the parchment on deadly poisons she was studying. She deposited it in her bag and turned to face Padma.
“I can’t learn kissing from a book!” Padma exclaimed, her dark, plump lips pursed into an enticing pout.
“It’s not that complicated.” Daphne leaned forward and gently cupped Padma’s cheeks. “You just wrap your arms around his neck, lean up, and-” Daphne pressed her lips against Padma’s for a chaste kiss, playfully nipping at her lower lip before pulling away.
“You’ve kissed someone before?” Padma asked breathlessly, her fingers ghosting over her tingling lips. As far as first kisses went, hers was absolutely perfect.
“Nope. I told you my parents hired an etiquette tutor for me last summer. Her job is to prepare me for marriage and apparently, I’ll have to kiss my husband on occasion. She gave me a few tips.” Daphne pushed the chair away from the table and stood. “Come on,” she said, grabbing Padma’s wrist and pulling her to her feet.
“Where are we going?!”
“We are going to chop Weasley’s balls off with a rusty butter knife then I’m taking you dancing. Tracey told me the Weird Sisters start playing after midnight.”
“How badly did you hurt Ron? He spent an entire day in bed.”
“Just hexed him,” Daphne replied with a grin. She shifted closer to Harry as her next memory took them to her father’s office.
Daphne was seated on a chair in front of a large, ornate oak desk. Seated behind it was her father, a tall, thin man with gray hair and an aristocratic bearing.
“Is all of it true?” Daphne paled when her father nodded grimly. “I had hoped-”
“As had I,” Cyrus Greengrass replied with a quiet sigh. “Although it was foolish to trust the Daily Prophet over Potter, even in our hopes. Anyone with half a brain can see the boy has no reason to lie. The Minister on the other hand…”
Daphne nodded. Fudge was a useful puppet for powerful members of the Wizengamot but they’d toss him out on his ass at the first hint of a real threat.
She pushed down the knot in her throat. “Was it Malfoy?”
“Not directly, no.” Cyrus steepled his fingers together and rested his chin on them. “He proposed a marriage alliance and heavily hinted that it would be unwise and unsafe to turn it down.”
“What did you tell him?”
“I told him Tori is too young to be entertaining marriage proposals.”
Panic gripped Daphne’s heart. “He wants Tori?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper. “Please, no. You can’t say yes,” she begged when her father nodded.
“I don’t plan to. But we need to choose a side, my dear,” Cyrus sighed. He slowly poured himself a glass of whiskey, his gaze fixed on the amber liquid filling the crystal tumbler. “Our family survived the last war because your grandfather threaded a fine line of neutrality and had strength in numbers. Now the ones who stood with us are either dead or picking sides themselves. I won’t comment on the morality of what he did but he kept us safe. That’s my job now.”
“And mine, as your heir.” Daphne straightened, her face stony.
“Duty before self.”
Daphne nodded. “When do you plan to meet Amelia Bones?”
“You seem awfully confident about the side we’ll pick, my dear.”
Daphne’s lips curled into a small smile. “Mother is convinced you have an annoying sense of morality that’ll prevent you from joining that band of murderous psychopaths.”
“Your mother is correct in that, as she is in most things,” Cyrus chuckled quietly. “We didn’t love each other when we got married, you know?” he added softly. “Respect and mutual admiration was quick but love… love came much later.”
Daphne nodded stiffly. She knew her father well enough to know what he was trying to say. Her father didn’t trust Dumbledore. Far too many families had been destroyed because they had put their faith in his honeyed words. Which meant they needed to find other allies and the easiest way to do that was through marriage.
Duty before self, she reminded herself.
“Do I still have the year?”
“Yes. Your mother and I are searching for suitable matches, but we would not be opposed if you found someone by yourself either.”
Daphne nodded and pushed the chair away from the table.
“Daphne?” Cyrus called out as she stood. He waited for her to turn around before he continued. “Have you ever considered courting Potter himself? My spy tells me he held his own against the Dark Lord. If that is true and I have no reason to believe my spy is lying; that boy has unimaginable amounts of raw, untapped power and we can help him reach his true potential.”
Daphne bit her lip. Even if her father’s suggestion made a lot of sense, she could not, would not betray her friend.
“No.”
“Daphne-”
Duty before self, she reminded herself again.
“I’m sorry, but no. Not him,” Daphne said, cutting her father off before he could say anything else. “I’ll pick someone from the list of names you give me after my OWLs,” Daphne said and fled the office.
“My father was the one who planted the seed. After that conversation, I couldn’t get you out of my head, especially once I started attending DA meetings. Just one more memory left,” Daphne whispered. She leaned against Harry and rested her head on his shoulder as the mist enveloped them once more.
Once it dissipated Harry realized they were in the Room of Requirement, looking at Daphne’s memory of one of the earliest meetings of the DA.
“You’re too stiff,” Harry murmured, gently placing his hands on Daphne’s waist and helping her adopt the perfect dueling position.
Opposite her stood Padma, watching the scene with a small smile.
Tracey and Blaise were paired with each other and were next to them, both staring at Daphne with wide eyes.
“Got it,” Daphne murmured, her pink cheeks thankfully obscured by the dim blue light illuminating the room.
Harry smiled and nodded before leaving. Her eyes followed his retreating form and she was far too distracted to throw up a PROTEGO in time to stop Padma’s hex. It slammed into her chest and she landed on the mountain of pillows behind her with a quiet groan.
The mist rippled and the scene shifted to the seventh-floor hallway outside the Room of Requirement.
Padma was walking down the corridor with Daphne, looking at her massage her chest with a small smile.
“You can admit that you like him. You always freeze whenever he’s close by,” Padma teased, bumping her shoulder against Daphne’s.
“I don’t like him.” Try as she might, she couldn’t bring herself to sound convincing. “I think you’re projecting Padma. YOU like him.”
“I do,” Padma admitted with a quiet giggle. “But you do too. He could be a good husband, you know? I bet your parents will have no objections to you securing a match with him.”
“I’m not… you’re the one who’s going to marry him and have disgustingly cute babies, puppy.”
“You know, we can like the same man. That’s alright. We love each other, right? Why can’t we like the same man too?”
“Because… uh… that’s not how things work?” Daphne muttered, stumped for the first time in her life. “Have you been reading that book again?”
“It’s fascinating. Did you know powerful wizards and witches throughout history have had covens to support them? I was raised by two mothers myself. Merlin was rumored to have had a coven of ninety witches and wizards although I think that number is wildly exaggerated.”
“Are you saying-”
“Harry’s certainly powerful enough to have a coven of two witches, right?” Padma asked with a conspiratorial giggle.
Daphne blinked. A quintessential Ravenclaw solution to a difficult problem. “That’s certainly an out-of-the-box solution.”
“I like him. I like you. This way, I don’t have to choose,” Padma murmured, yawning softly. She gently grasped Daphne’s hand and threaded their fingers together, resting her head on the Slytherin’s shoulder. “And I don’t have to worry about you having to marry someone like Malfoy,” she whispered, kissing Daphne’s shoulder.
“I’ll think of a plan.”
“Not yet,” Padma said quietly. “I want someone else to take me to Hogsmeade a few times before we try anything with Harry. I want to have some experience so he doesn’t think I’m a complete idiot.”
“I’d say your massive collection of steamy romance novels is more than enough to teach you everything you need to know.”
Padma blushed and decided to deflect attention away from a discussion about her reading habits.
“What’s your biggest fantasy?”
“I’m sorry, what?!”
“I just told you mine. It’s us three, all together. It’s only fair that you tell me yours.” Padma pouted, looking up at Daphne with big brown puppy dog eyes.
“You’re a fucking brat,” Daphne muttered, rolling her eyes. “Promise not to laugh?”
“Pinky swear,” Padma said, locking her pinky with Daphne’s.
“I uh… You know that thing he does where he grabs your hips?”
Padma giggled and nodded.
“I want him to grab mine and throw me over his shoulder. I want him to deposit me on his desk, wrap his hand around my throat, and tell me I’m his,” Daphne whispered, biting her lip.
“What next?” Padma asked, her breathing growing heavy.
“Well, in my dream we uh… we negotiated?”
“Negotiated?!”
“You promised you wouldn’t laugh!”
“I’m not!” Padma exclaimed, struggling to wipe the smile from her face. “What’d you negotiate about?”
“Our relationship. I was going to teach him about Wizengamot and he promised to take me to watch a Muggle movie,” Daphne mumbled, her cheeks pink. “I uh… I told him I’d call him sir and he said… he said he’d call me princess.”
“You-”
Daphne grabbed Harry’s arm and pulled him out of the memory.
He landed on the hard stone floor with a quiet grunt, his arms immediately reaching out to break Daphne’s fall and pull her into his lap.
“Why did you show me all of that?” Harry asked, reaching out to caress her pink cheek with his thumb.
“You asked me why I cared so much about Padma. You wanted to know why I’m in such a hurry. Showing it to you seemed easier than trying to explain everything. Me and Pads… we’re a package deal, Harry. I can teach you how to use your power and she can give you the family you want.”
“Is this the negotiation from your fantasy?” Harry teased.
Daphne glared at him. “I’m being serious, Potter,” she growled, slapping his chest. “In return you protect my family and keep Padma happy.”
“This is a horribly transactional way to start a relationship,” Harry muttered with a frown.
“I have a crush on you. So does Padma. Love, if it comes, takes time. For now, given our situation, attraction and respect have to be enough.” Daphne shrugged. “This is how I was raised, Harry. If you want a proposal with roses and poetry I’m not the girl for you.”
Harry leaned closer and pressed his lips against hers for a chaste kiss. “What about you?” he whispered, reaching out behind her back. His fingers fumbled for a few seconds until he managed to undo the clasp of her bra. He gently pulled the pale blue straps down her shoulders.
Daphne groaned in relief as he pulled the bra away from her chest. “What about me?”
“You didn’t ask anything for yourself in our little negotiation.”
“Duty above self, Harry.” Daphne’s lips curled into a teasing smile as Harry pulled away. “I consider myself lucky I get to be with a man I won’t have to poison on our wedding night. The fact that you’re very attractive is a nice bonus.”
Harry’s reply died in his throat as his gaze shifted downward. Daphne had slightly arched her back, pushing out her heavy, perfect tear-drop-shaped breasts. The creamy mounds swayed hypnotically with every breath. Each breast was crowned by a pale pink areola the size of a galleon with a stiff rosy peak right in its centre.
“Oh, god!” Daphne squealed as Harry leaned in and attacked her nipple without warning. He buried his face in her chest, taking as much of her creamy mound into his mouth as he could. His teeth sank into her soft skin as he began to gently apply pressure.
“H-harry,” Daphne gasped, her eyes growing wide. Harry kept sucking, his eyes flickering up to look at her for a second to make sure she was alright before he returned to the task at hand. He pulled away slightly, only for Daphne to groan and thread her fingers through his messy black hair. She tugged, trying to push his face deeper into her chest.
Harry grinned and shifted his attention to her nipple. His teeth gently clamped down on the crinkled pink nub and he tugged, drawing a strangled shriek from her lips.
“Oh Morgana, you feel so good!” Daphne moaned, throwing her head back. Her blonde curls tumbled down her bare back, tickling her sensitive skin. Harry’s hand had shifted to her other breast, lazily kneading the soft flesh even as he kept sucking on her stiff and aching nipple.
Harry’s free hand shifted to the waistband of her skirt and she gently pulled him free of her breast, giggling at his disappointed grunt.
“C-can we wait? I want my first time to be with Padma,” Daphne requested shyly, her alabaster cheeks dusted with pink.
“Of course,” Harry murmured. He smiled. He felt at peace for the first time since the graveyard. “Do you want to stop here?”
“Feels unfair to leave you like this.” Daphne bit her lip as his massive erection brushed against the inside of her thigh. “Can we do something else?”
“What are you comfortable with?”
The warm feeling in her chest was slowly getting snuffed out and was being replaced with a growing sense of panic. “I… I don’t know. I mean, the only thing I was taught was to lie on my back and wait for my husband to finish,” Daphne squeaked, her blush deepening. “The rest I’ve picked up from books and Tracey’s incredibly inappropriate stories.”
Harry gently pushed her off his lap and stood. He unbuttoned his trousers, pulling them and his boxers down his legs and letting them pool around his ankles.
“Just explore,” Harry said with a relieved sigh. His erection had sprung free and Daphne was staring at his throbbing manhood with wide eyes.
“D-does it hurt?” she breathed, crawling over to kneel in front of him. She reached out and timidly wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft, squeaking in surprise when his cock twitched.
“Not unless I’m wearing something extremely tight,” Harry murmured. His breath hitched as Daphne pressed her thumb on a pulsing vein that ran along the length of his shaft. She slowly traced it with her finger, enraptured by the massive appendage in front of her.
She tried not to think how deep he’d feel inside her and how sore she’d be the next day. It would be pleasurable pain of the best kind and she couldn’t wait to experience it with Padma.
Daphne gathered her courage, then leaned closer and placed a gentle kiss on his sensitive tip. “Is everything alright?!” she asked, alarmed at Harry’s quiet groan.
“Perfect,” Harry breathed. He buried his hands in her hair, fingers pushing through the luscious golden curls. “Everything is perfect,” he whispered, his balls tightening at the sight of her plump pink lips glistening with his precum.
“Can you teach me?” Daphne looked up at Harry through thick lashes. She was letting herself be vulnerable for the first time in her life and she loved how freeing it felt. “Please?”
Harry nodded and gently tugged on her hair, pulling her lips up towards his tip. She parted them on instinct and Harry groaned quietly as he pushed into the warm, wet embrace of her mouth.
“Relax. If you need me to stop or pull out just pat my thigh,” Harry instructed, slowly pushing deeper inside her.
Daphne kept looking up at him with trust-filled eyes, both for encouragement and because the look of pleasure on his face was intoxicating. His own eyes were closed and his lips were parted in a low groan which kept increasing in volume as she swallowed inch after inch of his cock.
Suddenly feeling bold she slowly swirled her tongue around his shaft, dragging the rough surface against his soft skin.
“I… fuck!” Harry groaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head at the gentle pressure on his shaft. Daphne began to trace the veins crisscrossing his length, lavishing attention on his manhood like no one had ever done before. She gently hollowed out her cheeks, applying even more pressure on his shaft to compliment her tongue.
The hand that wasn’t resting on his thigh shifted to his heavy balls. She rolled the cum engorged orbs between her fingers for a few seconds, then gave them an experimental squeeze.
“Hharrhy!” she squealed as Harry roared and finally lost control. A trickle of salty precum leaked out of his tip and coated her tongue. It was delicious in a way she couldn’t explain and she shifted her attention to his tip, swirling her tongue around it in a desperate attempt to lap up more of the tasty liquid leaking out of him.
He used his hold on her hair to slowly pull her away from his shaft till only his tip was in her mouth. Before she could react or complain he rocked his hips and thrust into her, not stopping until his tip hit the back of her throat and she gagged. Again and again, he repeated this cycle until she was drooling around the massive girth pistoning in and out of her, her eyes glazed and mind blank.
She dutifully sucked the cock claiming her mouth, her instincts taking over almost immediately. Her tongue swirled around his tip with every thrust, greedily lapping up every last drop of precum he had to offer.
He had claimed her so effortlessly, so naturally.
My place is on my knees, sucking his cock, her inner deviant reminded her. We’ll get him nice and ready for Padma.
She could feel his balls tighten under her fingers. Between that and his increasingly erratic thrusting, she could feel he was close. She started bobbing her own head in time with his thrusts, the vibrations from her quiet moans massaging his shaft as he pushed into her mouth.
His length was gleaming with her saliva. Her cheeks and lips weren’t any better. Both were coated with her drool which leaked out of the corners of her mouth and ran down to her chin before massive drops splattered onto her heavy breasts.
She was a mess. A gorgeous, blonde goddess being claimed by her mate.
“Daph, I’m gonna-” Harry groaned loudly as he erupted mid-warning. His efforts to pull out of her were only partially successful. Ropes of warm, salty seed coated her tongue and filled her mouth and just as she was about to choke on the amount of cum, he pulled out of her.
Daphne landed on her ass with a quiet grunt but wasted absolutely no time in tilting her head up and poking her cum coated tongue out, eager not to waste a single drop of his gift. Her eyes fluttered shut as a rope of cum slammed onto her face, matting her eyelashes together. Harry kept unloading rope after rope of his seed onto her face, some of it landing on her tongue but most ending up coating her skin from forehead to chin. Some of it even ended up in her hair and on her breasts.
“F-fuck,” Harry whispered, breathing heavily as he stared at the beautiful sight in front of him.
“Whas ith ghood?” Daphne asked thickly, not wanting to swallow the cum in her mouth just yet.
She rolled the salty seed on her tongue, savoring its taste.
“I don’t think I can…” Harry slowly lowered himself to the floor, his legs too weak and numb to support his weight.
“Oh.”
“Daphne?”
“Yhes, dhaddy?” Daphne asked, too distracted to notice the title she had used to address him.
“It was perfect.”
They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, both enjoying themselves far too much to move or speak.
In the end, a small quiet voice shattered the blissful silence.
“Daphne?”
Notes:
Before you bring the pitchforks out for leaving you all with that ending I'll just say that the next chapter is coming out tomorrow and that there will be no drama because both girls love to share with each other. Who knows, maybe Daphne and Padma give Harry a show. I love experimenting with characters and this story is going to be so much fun! As I've said I plan to let all of you decide which characters will be in Harry's coven. If you want to pick your favorite Hufflepuff just scroll down a bit and vote in the poll I'm running!
Comments
adorsey
Great story
