Capítulo 54: Chapter 54 - Double Trouble III
Daphne was already waiting for him, sitting there against the head of the bed, resting her back against the metal bars. Her unblemished chin tilted up a bit, almost as if she was proud of her delicate and sensual form.
She knew her worth and relished the way Ron looked at her. Her fingers gripped the headboard railing, caressing it; hinting at the way Ron could make her grip it tightly.
She was fully naked, her pink budding nipples hardened already. Her legs crossed on top of the white sheets, one on top of another, rubbing together coyly.
Ron couldn't help but gulp at the sight. Her legs hid her wonderful slit other than the peek of her pale brown pubes. He wanted to pry them open as soon as possible and count how many licks it would take for him to reach her gushing release.
He gently climbed onto the bed, crawling forward on top of her body. He wasn't in a hurry, letting the smooth skin of her legs brush against his dangling erection, teasing her with the heat.
Daphne wiggled a little in response, her own craving taunted. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, anticipating his manhood to tease her core and fight for its way in when he held her legs apart.
He came closer and closer, putting his feet on each side of her hips.
Daphne couldn't wait anymore and opened her eyes. To her surprise, Ron was standing on his feet, aiming his hardened, twitching cock at her face as his body loomed over her.
Daphne had to look up as he was really too tall. His saluting cock was right there, front and center, calling out to her with each throb. It was like a troll's phallus, thick, veiny, bulging with a mushroom head.
She had seen it up close and personal before and still admired it. Still thirsty to know how it would feel inside her wet core, stretching her to the fullest.
Ron clenched his hips and yanked his cock on its own, letting it playfully pat Daphne's nose.
"It's asking for some attention." Ron cheekily said. Though he wondered if this was appropriate.
Daphne smirked and suddenly gripped his cock with one hand, squeezing it very tightly, letting her slender fingers slide over his veins. Ron could feel the shiver rise from her delicate digits, spreading to his lower abdomen.
"Hmmm…" She leaned in and kissed the tiny slit of his crown, then probed it with the tip of her tongue. Her tongue slithered around him, licking his purple rim thoroughly before taking his straining staff in her spread, glossy lips.
She went slow, coating him entirely with her slick spit. Her other hand joined, caressing his naked thighs and family jewels while her own legs still rubbed together excitedly.
Ron breathed deeply, staring down at the pleasuring view. Daphne's head moved back and forth as her thin lips slid up and down his bumpy flesh. She licked and slobbered all over him, taking him in as deep as she could. Sucking and milking desperately with her eyes closed, as if she was enjoying a delicious, hot meal.
How many boys in Hogwarts chased after her? How many times has she rejected them? Ron almost wondered if this was his luck at its peak.
Ron could feel the way her throat moved, instinctively contracting to swallow the large 'object' in her mouth. It massaged him completely, pressing his cock head against the ceiling of her mouth, sucking out his precum in waves and gulping down. Her tongue swirled around him, as her pearly whites gently scraped over his sensitive skin.
It was sweltering hot, almost causing him to melt into her right then and there. His body reacted, nearly thrusting into that sought-after bliss. But Ron held himself back, letting Daphne pleasure him like the good girl she wanted to be.
After a few minutes of sucking, licking, and thoroughly soaking him in her drool, Daphne suddenly suckled hard. Ron nearly felt like that last barrier of ecstasy cracking.
But Daphne pulled her head back and popped his cock out of her mouth, leaving strains of gleaming saliva in its wake.
"I ran out of attention," Daphne said, smirking at him from below.
Ron smirked, feeling like he should get back at the naughty, teasing girl in front of him. "I have plenty to spare."
He got down on his knees, loosely straddling her plump thighs. His hands slid down her satiny neck, caressed her shivering shoulder, and gently pushed her body down to lay flat on the bed.
Then his palms went down her chest. He gave her perfectly shaped mounds all the attention they begged for, molding them between his fingers. He placed his cock right between her pale clouds, pushing them together with his hands. His soaking cock wiggled and slid between her breasts, enjoying the soft squishy snuggle as his hands kept fondling her and pinching her nipples.
"Oh Ron…" Daphne moaned in delight. Her tongue came out, aiding Ron's cock with twirling flicks, and sudden suckles.
The squelching sounds of her spit echoed with primal lust, covering both her breasts.
"Gh… Keep going…" Ron savored the sensations. The slippery wetness, the gentle yet tight constraint, the heat of her mouth on his cockhead, her lustful moans; every bit of his urged his hips to move faster, fuck her swells harder, and reach that glorious release.
Ron finally felt like he was on the edge, his sweat rolling down his neck and abdomen, tainting her skin. But much to Daphne's mewling reluctance, he stopped and slid down her body.
Finally, he settled between her legs and pulled them apart, getting a clear view of her pussy for the first time. It was as tight as he expected, virgin depths, never explored, now seeking his attention with all its dripping juices coating her petals.
Daphne looked away, feeling shy for the first time. She had never imagined that a man would look at her drooling core so closely before. She felt like she knew what was coming next, but being a virgin truly had its limits. When she widened her legs to let Ron settle between them, she was startled to feel his hands grab her ass from under, lifting her hips higher.
"Ah!"
"Relax. I'm giving you all the attention you wanted." Ron whispered, pulling her lower body up to make the underside of her knees rest on his shoulder, her back arched up.
Slurp!
Ron's tongue started to dance around her pink petals, sliding up and down her drenched slit. Daphne shivered uncontrollably as she felt every bit of it. Shivers ran down her arched spine as her pussy juices rolled down her belly.
Ron lapped up her nectar as her pussy throbbed, gaping and clenching as if it was trying to catch the slithering invader. He teased her fleshy kernel with wide licks, and plunged into her depths from time to time, giving her slick, inner walls a nice teaser for the fucking she was about to get.
"Oh oh! Ahhh… Ron… nooo…" Her face flushed, a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure. Her hands tried to reach for his head, but all she could do was hold both her thighs, spreading her legs wider for his feast.
As his tongue fucked her more and more with curls and wiggles of its flesh, her ass jiggled and shook against his chest. His palms kept her plump flesh up, massaging his fingers into her tender, sweating body.
He suddenly felt it, her body tensing up for that dazzling undulation. He suckled her clitoris harder, swirling his tongue on the swollen nub, pushing her over the edge of infinity.
"Ahhhh!" Daphne cried out in a fiery, cataclysmic response.
Ron didn't mind getting dirty, wanting to make Daphne's first her most amazing experience. He savored down her sweet honey, curling his tongue to pull more and more out as she withered in his hands.
As she went through that last wave of climax, Ron felt painful stiffness in his cock. So he decided to get to the main course.
He gently let her lower body down and allowed her to take a few calming breaths.
"Need any more attention?" he jokingly asked as he left butterfly kisses on her undulating breast. His kisses crawled up to her chest, licking and kissing her smooth skin until he reached her neck.
"Always…" Daphne giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck. "But be gentle, it's my first."
"First? Alright…" Ron had plenty of ideas on how to satisfy his craving, as he had done so plenty of times before. But if the beauty asked, especially with that flushed face and innocently begging tone, he wasn't going to go too wild. Not for her first, at least.
Ron took hold of his straining cock, aiming his swollen knob right onto her damp, moist needy place. He could feel her body tremble as he pushed in gently, slowly, and steadily. She grimaced for a moment when he finally broke through that veil of purity with a short and swift thrust.
Ron almost wanted to stop, but before he could, Daphne had already circled her legs around his waist.
"Take me, Ron. Take me, ma–ke me yours…" She whimpered, staring at him with passion and hunger.
Releasing a weary breath, he leaned down and kissed her lips passionately, suppressing her whimpers as his hips pushed in again. He started slowly, sliding through her tight walls as delicately as he could. He could feel her unexplored depth clenching around him, trying to adjust to his size. Her hips wiggled and trembled for him, as her moans were stifled by his tongue.
A short moment passed with his cock nestled balls deep inside her, soaking in the tight strokes of her core. When he felt she was ready he started to move again, sliding in and out of her as gently as he could, but her pussy kept clenching, begging for more.
Ron couldn't hold it in anymore, all he wanted to do was thrust into her sweltering depths mindlessly. So his rhythm started to quicken, his hips moving as if it had a mind of its own. He dug in to the hilt, clenching both her breasts tightly.
"Ahhh! Ron!" Daphne cried out as he broke away for air. "Ahhh… so b-big! You feel… so… ahh!"
She couldn't help herself, feeling the stretch in her pussy. It stung yet pleasurable, aching yet blissful; the confusing sensations took over her senses, pushing her towards that final moment of ecstasy.
Ron knew she was on the verge as her lower lips clasped tight around him. He wanted her to feel that frenzied explosion of exquisite sensation before he did, completing her first time with fond memories.
His hips pumped faster and faster, striking as deep as he could. His mouth found its way to her flushed nipple, suckling and pinching between his clamped lips. The room no longer smelled of medicine but of bodily pleasure. The metal bed creaked while the erotic claps hastened.
"Ahhh! Ahhh!" Daphne cried out, riding the wild and wonderful waves of sheer ecstasy. Her nectar gushed out onto his iron-hard, pumping cock. The squelching sounds of their fucking continued, mixing in with her moans like a melody of sexual pleasure.
"Gkkk…" Ron grimaced, finally reaching his own release. He quickly pulled out of her loving slit and leaned onto her belly. He stroked his cock hastily, scared to lose that edge. Soon his grunts echoed and his magnificent body shuddered as he flooded himself onto her smooth skin, spraying that white hot cream as far as her flushed red mounds and neck.
As exhaustion settled in, Ron stayed there, holding both her warm, soft legs on his sides. The sight of her flushed pink slit, drenched to ruin, was just too hot.
Finally, after a few deep breaths, he rolled to the side and laid there beside her.
As soon as Ron looked over, he saw the mess he had made and quickly got some small towels from the bedside hospital tray. "I'm sorry, Daph. I got lost in passion and…"
"It's okay." Daphne smiled back. She relaxed in the bed, feeling too sore to even move. "I-I'll clean up in a mo-oh-ment… Bloody Morgana! You're too big, Ron."
Ron embarrassingly scratched his head. This wasn't the first time he had heard this. "I hope it wasn't too painful."
The blushing smile refused to fade away from her lovely face. "No, it was amazing!"
Finally, Ron breathed a sigh of relief and got up. He cleaned himself up first. But instead of putting on the hospital gown, he wore a regular set of clothes. He wanted to go out and get some fresh air after the labrous fucking.
"I'll be back in a moment, Daph." Ron chose to get used to her short name. "Want me to bring anything?"
"Ice-cream!" Daphne chirped.
Ron chuckled and headed to the door. "Alright, ice cream it is. Cover yourself, I'm opening the door."
Thud!
Finally, he left the room and got a look at the outside. It was a long corridor on both sides. Feeling rather confident, he walked towards the childbirth section of the hospital, hoping to find Amelia there.
It wasn't easy to find the place since he couldn't ask anyone with the disillusionment charm set on himself. He simply strolled around, followed the signs, and soon climbed a few floors to reach the desired area.
That must be it! Ron noticed two Aurors standing outside a single door, looking too odd in that hallway.
He removed the disillusionment charm and approached the door. Easily, the two Aurors recognized him. "You can't go in, Mr. Weasley."
But I want to.
Ron had no way to contact Amelia inside and make her give permission. "I heard she gave birth. How did it go?"
"It's a healthy boy, Mr. Weasley." One of the Aurors replied with a sneer-like expression.
Looking down because the father is unknown? Ron coldly glared at him. But there wasn't anything he could do. Not yet, at least. I need to get stronger… Much stronger.
"Then I'll go back." Ron turned around and decided to go buy ice cream and spend time with Daphne. Maybe get to know her, her dreams, her likes and dislikes.
Pat!
Ron bumped into someone just as he turned a corner to go downstairs.
"Ah, I'm so sorr—"
Ron froze in place. He looked back into the corridor once and then back at the woman before him. A storm brewed in his mind in an instant, his heart a little shaky.
"Mrs. Delacour, what are you doing here? Is Fleur here?"
"M-Monsieur Weasley!" Mrs. Delacour exclaimed, as if in panic. "W-What a plez-ont sur-preeze."
Ron looked back at the corridor again. "Why are you in the maternity section?"
Mrs. Delacour avoided meeting his eyes, her fair skin looking a little paler for some reason while a beat of sweat formed on her forehead. "We 'ave come for a regular checkup, Monsieur Weasley."
"We?" Ron caught on. "Where is Fleur?"
Mrs. Delacour looked visibly distraught at that, her immense bosom heaved with her heavy breaths. "F-Fleur is… Fleur…"
No, no, no, no, no… Not her too!
Ron screamed under his breath, begging to be proven wrong. "What happened to Fleur?"
"She gave birth!"
"..."
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