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Thanking Harry (Ch. 4 - Breaking Daphne)
🕑 Added 2024-02-27 23:28:19 +0000 UTCThe following day came quickly, and it was finally time for his second patrol with Daphne. Harry had been waiting for this day for what felt like forever now, but as the day was finally here, he found he was feeling a bit nervous. If Hermione was to be believed, then news of his encounter with Romilda Vane had spread fast through the female population at Hogwarts, which meant that Daphne likely knew what he had been up to since their last patrol as well.
Last time they had been on patrol together, she had very willingly dropped to her knees and sucked him off, and he had been hoping for more tonight. But now, knowing that she might know about his escapades with other women, he wasn't so sure anymore. Daphne struck him as someone who would never settle for being anyone else's seconds or thirds. And why should she? She was the prettiest girls in all of Hogwarts! And now he had been caught double-dipping with Romilda Vane, of all people.
Daphne wasn't even trying to hide her disappointment when she showed up for their patrol, and seeing her glare made Harry sigh internally. This isn't going to go well, he thought to himself, suddenly wishing he hadn't done what he did with Romilda. He glanced at Daphne and said, "Listen, I think we need to talk."
Daphne crossed her arms beneath her chest, making her breasts jut forward, giving Harry an unhindered view of the tops of those perfectly firm tits and the cleavage they created. Harry's heart skipped a beat. Fuck, I'm an idiot! he cursed himself silently, his cock twitching in his pants.
"I already know. You've been fucking Romilda Vane. And now you're going to tell me that you're sorry, and that you won't do it again, right?" Daphne said, her voice cold and unyielding.
Harry swallowed hard. This was Ice Queen Daphne speaking, the one that protected herself behind layers upon layers of ice, hiding away her true self from everyone. He had magically managed to thaw some of that ice during their first patrol thanks to his big, fat cock, but now it seemed that he had refrozen it all over again.
He sighed deeply. If he just let her walk all over him now he was just going to appear even more pathetic than he already felt, and he had no intention of letting that happen. So instead, he looked her straight in the eyes and said, "No, actually. That's not what I wanted to say. We never promised each other anything, did we? I can do whatever I want, and so can you."
Daphne blinked slowly, taken aback by his words, momentarily struggling to come up with a response. "You're right," she finally said, her ice starting to melt ever so slightly. "We didn't promise each other anything. And it's not like you're my boyfriend or something."
A brief smile flashed across Harry's face, and he was pleased to see the hint of a blush crawl its way onto Daphne's pale cheeks, betraying her earlier stoic expression. He was getting through, but she still had her walls up, and if there was anything that could get past those, it was the prospect of his big, fat cock balls deep in her pussy.
"However, if you do wish to continue our patrol activities," he continued, letting his gaze travel downwards along her body, taking in every inch of her amazing figure, lingering on her amazing breasts, "then I wouldn't mind dropping Romilda and spending more time with you instead."
Despite trying to hide her emotions behind a mask of indifference, Harry couldn't help but notice how her cheeks gained a slight rosy hue and how her pupils dilated almost imperceptibly. Leaning in closer, Harry once again set his sights on her amazing breasts, actively restraining himself from putting his hands on them, still battling himself in regards to stripping her naked right then and there.
"Shall, we," he asked quietly, looking back up at her beautiful blue eyes, "continue our patrol?"
He must have caught her off guard, because she didn't respond immediately, her mouth hanging open slightly, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. It took her a few moments to recover, but eventually she nodded slowly, turning around and starting to walk down the corridor, her hips swaying seductively.
Perfect, Harry thought. He quickly followed after her, taking in her perfect ass, wanting nothing more than to bend her over and fuck her until she screamed his name, but he kept his lustful desires at bay, satisfied with waiting for the right moment.
They walked in silence for a while, checking every broom cupboard and classroom they passed, occasionally exchanging short words about where to check next, but for the most part, they remained quiet, enjoying the silence between them.
Eventually, however, they came across another broom cupboard, this one tucked into a corner, hidden away from sight unless you knew exactly where to look. The door creaked softly as Daphne pushed it open, revealing darkness beyond.
She stepped inside, leaving the door open behind her, casting a faint light into the room, illuminating enough for Harry to make out her perfect curves as she bent over to check under a table. She didn't have to, there were clearly no students hiding under there, but Harry wasn't exactly complaining.
As she leaned further and further down, her skirt rode higher and higher, exposing more and more skin, showing off her sweet perfection. Harry swallowed thickly, feeling his cock grow harder in his trousers. She wasn't wearing any panties! Her heavenly pussy was completely exposed, and he got a good look at her glistening folds and the bubbly cheeks of her perfect ass.
It seemed she had made her decision. And given her lack of panties, she must have made her decision before coming here, even before she had heard his excuse for fucking Romilda, which meant she was still interested in him, despite him sleeping around. Harry smiled to himself, knowing he would be able to talk her into doing all kinds of naughty things with him, as long as he played his cards right.
Daphne stood back up, her face flushed, knowing exactly what he had been looking at the entire time, her eyes shining with excitement. She glanced at him, her gaze travelling down his body expectantly, settling on his crotch, and the bulge that was growing there.
She licked her lips, her tongue darting out to wet her mouth as she slowly walked towards him, her hips swaying seductively, highlighting her amazing body in the best way possible. Harry's heart skipped a beat as his cock twitched in his pants, his trousers growing even tighter around his growing erection.
"I think you should beg for it," she whispered, her voice low and sultry, making Harry's heart race.
Her hand wandered towards his growing crotch, groping it gently, pressing her delicate fingers against him, lightly massaging him, feeling how big he already was. A small moan escaped her lips as she started playing with him through his clothes, making him even harder. Harry had to grit his teeth, fighting against the urge to throw her down onto the floor and fucking her right then and there.
Daphne was playing her games again, but this time, Harry was ready for it. "I'm not going to beg," he said, his voice low and rough, his eyes burning with desire.
"Then maybe I won't give it to you," she replied, pulling back her hand, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. But Harry could see the uncertainty in her gaze, how she was worried he was about to walk away from her and never come back. It didn't exactly help her case that the broom cupboard was quickly filling up with the scent of her arousal, her pussy leaking her juices down her legs.
Harry smirked, letting his own playfulness shine through. "You know very well that isn't true," he said, stepping forward, closing the distance between them, invading her personal space, forcing her to take a step backwards, her legs bumping into the edge of the table behind her.
Daphne looked up at him, her eyes wide, her lips parted, her chest heaving as she breathed heavily, her breasts rising and falling rapidly, drawing his attention to her amazing cleavage. Harry couldn't help but stare; his eyes glued to her amazing tits, his mind filled with images of them bouncing wildly as he fucked her silly.
"Please," she whimpered softly, unable to resist his gaze anymore, surrendering herself to him once again. "Please, Harry."
He grinned, his grin widening when he saw her blush deepen, her cheeks growing redder and redder by the second. She wasn't used to begging like this, especially not for something like this, but for some reason, she just couldn't help herself. Not around him. He brought out something primal in her, something deep within her core that took control of her entire being.
"Well, if you insist," he finally said, reaching out with both hands, grabbing hold of the collar of her shirt, ripping it apart, sending buttons flying everywhere as her perfect tits bounced free. They were firm and perky, their globes squeaking excitedly as they swung forwards, quivering in anticipation.
Daphne gasped, her eyes going wide, her mouth hanging open as he stared at her exposed breasts, her nipples already hard and pointy, begging for his touch. Harry didn't waste any time, taking them into his lips, sucking on them greedily, his tongue swirling around her nipples, teasing them into even harder peaks.
A soft moan left Daphne's lips as she threw her head back, giving in to the pleasure coursing through her veins, allowing herself to feel everything Harry did to her without restraint. Harry kept sucking on her tits, alternating between each one, squeezing them together so he could kiss and lick them simultaneously.
His other hand traveled lower, slipping beneath her skirt, finding its way past her thighs until he reached her heavenly pussy. His fingertips brushed over her folds, causing her to shiver slightly, goosebumps forming along her skin. Her breathing grew heavier, more erratic, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
He rubbed her pussy lips gently, his index finger sliding in between them, breaching her entrance, gathering her moistness on his fingers before moving them back up to circle her clit.
Daphne mewled, her body trembling as he played with her most sensitive spot, bringing her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. Harry continued rubbing her clit, pushing her higher and higher, watching her face twist and contort as her orgasm approached.
As Harry continued to tease Daphne's clit, her breaths became shallower and her moans grew louder. She was so close, and Harry could tell. He loved the power he held over her at this moment, the ability to make her feel so much pleasure with just a few simple touches.
"Please, Harry," Daphne begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need you inside me."
Harry smirked, loving the sound of her begging for him. He quickly undid his pants, letting them fall to the ground, his massive erection springing free, pointing straight at Daphne, demanding entrance. She looked at it hungrily, biting her lip in anticipation. Harry placed a hand on the small of her back, urging her forward, leading her over to the table behind her, where he bent her over, pressing her chest against the cool wooden surface.
He could feel her heat radiating against him, and it took all of his self-control not to thrust into her right then and there.
But he wanted to make her beg a little more.
He rubbed the head of his cock against her folds, teasing her, making her whimper and squirm beneath him. "Is this what you want?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
"Yes, please," Daphne pleaded, her hips bucking back towards him, trying to get him to enter her.
Harry chuckled, loving the desperation in her voice. He gripped her hips tightly, holding her still as he slowly pushed into her. Daphne's eyes widened, and she let out a gasp as he filled her completely.
"Fuck, you feel so good," Harry groaned, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.
Harry could feel Daphne's tight, wet pussy gripping his cock as he began to move inside her. He started slow, savouring the sensation of her warmth surrounding him. But soon, he was unable to resist the urge to thrust harder and faster, driven by a primal need to claim her as his own.
Daphne moaned loudly, her fingers gripping the edge of the table as Harry pounded into her from behind. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her body trembling with anticipation.
"Oh fuck, Harry, I'm going to come," she gasped, her voice strained with pleasure.
Harry could feel her pussy clenching around his cock, and he knew she was close. He reached around and began to massage her clit, determined to push her over the edge.
As he rubbed her clit, Daphne let out a loud cry, her body convulsing as she came hard on his cock. Harry could feel her pussy spasming around him, and he groaned loudly as he felt her warmth spreading over his cock, coating him in her slickness.
But Harry wasn't done yet. Not even close.
He pulled out of her and flipped her over, pushing her down onto the table. Daphne lay back; her legs spread wide, inviting him in for a second. Harry grinned and stepped forward, guiding himself back into her waiting pussy.
As Harry thrust into her, Daphne's eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Her hands gripped the edge of the table as Harry began to fuck her with wild abandon. Each thrust sent shockwaves throughout her body, making her moan louder and louder.
"Yes, Harry, yes," she panted, her eyes locked onto his as he took her roughly.
Harry watched as her breasts bounced with every thrust, the jiggling flesh hypnotizing him with their movements. He couldn't take his eyes off of them as he fucked her, feeling his balls start to tingle as he neared his climax.
Harry could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge as he continued to thrust into Daphne, her tight pussy gripping him like a vice. He could hear her moans getting louder and more desperate, and he knew she was close too.
"Oh fuck, Harry, I'm going to come again," she gasped, her nails digging into his back.
Harry grunted in response, his hips moving faster and faster as he chased his own release. He could feel his balls tightening, and he knew he was close.
"Come for me, Daphne," he growled, his voice low and commanding.
With a cry, Daphne came undone, her pussy clenching around Harry's cock as she rode out her orgasm. "Oh fuck, Harry, yes!" she screamed, her body shaking with pleasure.
The sight and sound of her orgasm sent Harry to the edge, and it was only a matter of time before he joined her.
But he didn't want her to get the satisfaction of his cum filling her pussy to the brink without giving something to him in return. So, just as he was about to explode, he pulled out of her, making her whine in disappointment.
"No, don't stop, Harry," she protested, her pussy still clenching wildly, trying to draw him back in.
Harry grinned, knowing exactly what she wanted. "Beg for it," he commanded, his voice low and husky.
Daphne looked up at him with a mix of desperation and desire in her eyes. "Please, Harry," she begged, her voice trembling with need. "Please, I need you inside me again. I need to feel you fill me up with your seed."
Harry smirked, loving the sound of her begging for him. Just the very thought that he had the Ice Queen of Slytherin, the hottest witch in the school, beg for his cock made him impossibly hard. He loved how submissive she became when they were alone together, completely different from the domineering persona she showed to everyone else.
"Only if you agree to be my little slut," Harry said, a teasing smile playing on his lips.
Daphne's eyes went wide, her mouth hanging open slightly, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "Yes, just stick it in me already," she pleaded, no longer caring about her pride or dignity. All she cared about right now was having Harry's big, fat cock deep inside her once again.
And so, Harry did just that. He pushed back into her, filling her up to the brim with his manhood, causing her to scream out in pleasure. It seemed that being called a slut turned her on immensely, which meant that this would not be the last time he would call her one.
Harry kept fucking her with wild abandon, driving into her tight pussy harder than ever before, wanting nothing more than to fill her up with his seed, paint her insides white, and watch her milk him dry. And he knew that soon enough, he would have the chance to do just that.
His fingers found her clit once again, massaging it gently, bringing her closer and closer to another orgasm. She was bucking her hips against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, desperately trying to reach her peak once again.
Just as she was about to crest the wave of her second orgasm, Harry asked her the question he had been building up for. "So, does that mean you'll always give me access to your perfect, little pussy? Even if I sleep around?"
Daphne let out a loud, guttural groan as she reached her peak, her entire body convulsing as she experienced an intense orgasm, flooding her mind with euphoria. "Yes, yes, yes," she screamed, thrashing her head from side to side as her muscles spasmed with pleasure. "Just fill me up already!"
Harry couldn't help but grin at her words, even as he felt his own orgasm approaching. Fuck, she really is a slut, he thought to himself, unable to hold back any longer. With a final thrust, he emptied himself into her, painting her insides white with his seed.
"Oh fuck, you're such a dirty little slut," Harry groaned, as he came hard inside her, feeling his balls empty themselves into her pussy. "You love every single drop, don't you?"
Daphne just mewled in response, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy, as she was still caught up in the throes of her own orgasm. Harry pulled out of her, watching as her pussy gaped open, dripping his cum as it leaked out of her, still flowing in a steady stream.
He couldn't help but smile at the sight, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over him. He had just filled the hottest witch in the school with his seed, and he couldn't wait to do it again.
He helped her get dressed, kissing her softly on the lips before leaving the broom cupboard, doing the rest of their patrol hand-in-hand, as his cum leaked slowly down Daphne's legs.
