Chapitre 107: The Slytherin Ice Queen (Harry Potter)
A/N: The Slytherin Ice Queen was a commissioned two-shot originally written back in October of 2018. Posting it up now as a one-shot for people to enjoy!
Themes: Foursome, Fucked Silly, Incest
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Daphne Greengrass was commonly known around Hogwarts as the Ice Queen. She didn't consider the title an insult, even if she did consider it a bit… off. It wasn't that she was cold or frigid, as they liked to believe. No, it was simply that beauty likes hers was to be admired from afar. There wasn't a single boy at Hogwarts worthy of her time. Hell, there wasn't a single girl either, and Daphne DID in fact swing that way. She swung both ways.
That was what all of the silly little witches and wizards of Hogwarts didn't, couldn't understand. Daphne was a very sexual creature, she knew she was beautiful, she knew she was sexy and gorgeous and a thousand other words in between. She basked in the stares of those lesser than her, reveling in their impotent desire, their envy, their jealousy.
She was Daphne Greengrass, and they should be so lucky as to even be able to lay eyes upon her beauty, from the sway of her wide, curvy hips to the bounce of her perfect, round breasts. Let the boys and girls drool and glare at her as they stood in the presence of her perfection. Let them despair at never being as good, as GREAT as she.
Smirking, Daphne struts down the corridor and enjoys the looks she gets while doing so. At the same time though, the Slytherin Ice Queen does have an ulterior motive to be walking through Hogwarts' halls in the middle of a Saturday. She's searching for her little sister, one of the few people in the world who are worthy of being in her direct presence. Daphne had figured a light lunch in Hogsmeade with Astoria would be the perfect way to spend her midday… but surprisingly enough, Astoria was proving to be rather elusive.
In the end, Daphne has to resort to magic, frowning slightly as she draws her wand and murmurs a Point Me spell. She doesn't keep the wand in her palm once it gives her a direction, rather, she instead tucks it away again and heads off with her head held high and her signature sway still in her step. There were things sillier looking than a witch or wizard staring down at their wand as it directed them to where they wanted to go, but not many existed. Daphne wasn't the kind of woman to humiliate herself in such a way.
Of course, this means that she has to stop several times along the way in emptier corridors in order to draw her wand and repeat the spell. But then, that's just practice, isn't it? She's already perfect in so many ways, but even she recognizes the value of Hogwarts and its teachings. Magic is her birthright, and will no doubt take her far, given her family name and House Greengrass' connections.
Regardless, there are less and less people around as Daphne's repeated Point Me spells eventually lead her to a disused wing of the massive castle, her search ultimately ending outside of a distant, abandoned classroom that no one had probably set foot in, in hundreds of years. But then, not if her Point Me spell was correct. Which Daphne knew it was. How could it not be? How could SHE make a mistake and cast it wrong?
Plus, there's most certainly noises coming from within the classroom. Faint, diminished by the thick oak door cobblestone walls before her, but coming through the cracks nonetheless. Daphne thinks she recognizes some of the noises as grunts and groans, but the other… pressing her lips together, Daphne is slow to peek in, careful not to be found as she pushes open the classroom door just enough for her to gaze through the crack with a single eye.
What she finds is not what Daphne is expecting at all. Astoria Greengrass is within the abandoned classroom, certainly, but in a position that her elder sister had never wanted nor needed to see, not in a million years. Splayed out over a pair of desks with her legs held up by her ankles and her most private parts on full display, the golden-haired witch is currently the subject of a redefining of throat-fucking by a big, powerful, and most importantly, familiar wizard.
Astoria's fat tits wobble and slap together as her pussy drools and drips onto the floor. Her head is hanging off the desk, leaving her in the perfect position for a truly brutal face-fucking. That was what Daphne had been hearing but not quite comprehending before she peeked through the door. The noises that Astoria was making as her mouth and throat and gullet were ruthlessly used were… particularly heinous.
"HLUUUGURK! GLUUUUURHK!"
Daphne's eyes are wide as she takes this in. Wide and shocked. It's probably the most embarrassed and the most surprised that the Ice Queen has ever been in her life. Because that's not just Astoria being thoroughly face-fucked by just any old wizard. That's her cute blonde little sister being orally plowed by Harry James Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived.
She… she'd noticed, offhandedly, that Harry had had a bit of a growth spurt over the summer. When they'd all arrived back at Hogwarts, Daphne had let her eyes trail over her year-mates of every house, assessing each and every one of them and finding them mostly wanting. Or in Granger's case, utterly infuriating, because the brunette bookworm had long been Daphne's academic rival, and now she'd had a bit of a growth spurt too, her tits growing far too big and her ass far too fat for Daphne's liking.
But Harry… it was like Daphne's gaze had slipped right over the boy, like the years of prior prejudice in which she'd pegged him as a scrawny, weak-willed, easily-led wizard had left her predisposed to not actually believe what her eyes were seeing. She'd not given him a second glance, but it was clear now she should have.
Perhaps if she had she could have stopped this defilement of her little sister! With Harry holding Astoria by the ankles and pistoning in and out of her throat as she in turn clutched at the edge of the desk beneath her, it certainly looked like Harry had full control of the situation. Daphne just couldn't imagine her little sister being one hundred percent willing in this situation!
With that in mind, Daphne's shock becomes slowly-building anger. She's all too ready to step in and defend her sister's honor, her wand slipping down into her palm as her other hand comes up and makes ready to push the door before her all the way open so that she can cast at the tall, muscular, hunk of a wizard.
But before the dark-haired Slytherin Princess ever gets a chance to, something else happens, something that diffuses Daphne's anger and leaves her gobsmacked all over again in one smooth stroke. Astoria squirts like a fountain, right then and there. Her screams of pleasure are more gurgles, muffled around the massive meat log stuck in her gullet, but the reaction she's having to what Harry is doing to her is quite clear. He's face-fucking her, and Daphne's little sister is orgasming QUITE explosively from the experience.
Her pussy juices squirt out of her like a fountain, and Daphne can only watch with her jaw dropped open as Harry chooses then to pull his saliva-coated cock from Astoria's throat. His dick is still quite hard, but if that's a concern for the young wizard, he doesn't show it, instead slapping his meat across Astoria's gasping, panting face a few times, even as she moans and speaks at him, voice slurring somewhat drunkenly.
"P-pleeeeashe Harry… pleashe fuck my throat pusshy~ Pleeeeashe, I'm so thirshty… give it to me, give it aaaall to me~"
Harry just laughs, much to Daphne's surprise and Astoria's disappointment. Of course, the older of the two Greengrass witches is still in a shocked stupor as she stares at her cock-drunk little sister like she's never seen the younger girl before.
"Jeez, you're just as needy as Hermione! But, speaking of Hermione, I kind of have a prior engagement with her. Sorry Astoria, but you know how it is! Wouldn't want to keep her waiting or anything."
Astoria whines pitifully.
"But what about meeee?! You can't… you can't jusht leave me hanging! And your cock… your cock is shtill sho HARD!"
Harry just smirks and wags his dick a little bit, slapping it down on Astoria's chin a few times as she moans and tries to lick at it. Its not long before her protests fall to the wayside, replaced entirely by praises for his… musk. Daphne's eyes grow wider still as she listens to Astoria's confession all while the younger Greengrass rubs and nuzzles her cheeks all over Harry's cock.
"I love your shcent, Harry. Love it… love the smell sho much. I love covering my face in it. The other Slytherin girlsh love it too. Mm, they crowd around me, and they just can't keep their composure ash their nostrils flare a-and they breath in your scent. Ooh, Harry. They demand to know where I got such a scent and where they can get their own. I keep it from them though! I don't share it with anyone, n-not even my own shister! She doesn't act nearly so ravenous, but I can shee it in her eyes…"
Daphne just stares, even as she remembers how hard her nipples got from sniffing at her sister's 'perfume'. So then, this wasn't a new thing. This wasn't spur of the moment, or the first time they'd done this. Astoria had been wearing Harry's scent on her face for WEEKS now. She had- Harry's chuckle cuts Daphne's thought process off and the dark-haired Slytherin Ice Queen watches as he pulls his hard cock back.
"You're adorable Astoria, but we both know what you're trying to do… just like we both know I'm not so easily swayed. Go ahead. Give it one last kiss, and then I have to go."
Astoria whines anew but when Harry reaches down and tucks his hard prick back into his robes she strains her neck to reach out and give his cock tip a big, fat, wet smooch. Harry just grins before hiding it away and fixing up his clothing. Daphne, meanwhile, is shocked. That was… he was… just what sort of self-control did the Boy-Who-Lived HAVE?! Daphne had never heard of any man being able to just… back off and leave a pretty girl like Astoria hanging!
But Harry didn't seem perturbed at all by the self-blue balling he was doing. No, he seemed perfectly fine. More than that, he was leaving Astoria behind with little more than a wave and walking right towards the… Daphne lets out a quiet 'eep!' and rushes away from the cracked open classroom door, scurrying in a manner that would have baffled anyone who thought they knew the perfect Ice Queen of Slytherin. She just barely manages to get around a corner as Harry exists the classroom and begins walking back the way she arrived from, moving towards the more lived-in parts of the school.
Daphne bites her lower lip HARD as she watches him go, her inner thighs rubbing together subconsciously until she realizes what she's doing and forcefully stops herself. Jeez, she's not some trollop, to be so easily turned on. Steadfastly ignoring the wetness between her legs, Daphne straightens up and makes sure she looks as pristine as ever, hands primping up her hair and running over her face to make sure none of her glamour spells are out of place or fading.
She's done just in time to see Astoria slipping out of the classroom looking like nothing at all happened. Daphne can't help but be a little impressed by her sister's own displayed skill at cosmetic spells. She would never have guessed what Astoria and Harry had been doing in the abandoned classroom if she hadn't seen it with her own two eyes. Not in a million years.
Still, seeing that Astoria is likely to continue on her way down the same corridor Harry exited by, Daphne rounds the corner and walks towards her sister at a brisk pace, holding her wand primly in her palm, as if she was using the Point Me spell and just happened to stumble across Astoria right this moment.
"THERE you are!"
Daphne is proud to say her voice doesn't so much as crack as Astoria nearly jumps out of her skin, spinning around to stare at Daphne like a deer caught in the headlights.
"Where have you been, little sister? What's so special about this part of the castle, hm? No matter! I'm treating you to lunch in Hogsmeade. Come along!"
Astoria doesn't seem to notice that Daphne is a little shrill and talking just a bit too fast as she hooks her arms in the golden-haired witch's, and the two begin their trek towards the castle's courtyard and the bridge that leads to Hogsmeade. She definitely doesn't notice Daphne discretely inhaling the scent that surrounds Astoria, a scent that even though Daphne knows the source of now, she simply can't get enough of.
Or at least, the Slytherin Ice Queen doesn't THINK Astoria notices. Rather, it's Daphne who completely misses her little sister's wicked, secretive smirk as she steadfastly refuses to look at Astoria's face, memories of what the other witch had been doing still too fresh in her mind. But then, no one could really blame her. As much as Daphne would prefer to believe and act otherwise, in the end, she's just another naïve, virgin witch who's been bitten bad by the Hunky, Hung, Harry Potter bug.
As much as she'd prefer to ignore the feelings even now trying to well up within her, it's only a matter of time before she finds herself in the same situation as her sister. Hopefully addicted and not at all able to get enough.
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Daphne's still in a daze well into the next day, where she once again finds herself watching her sister and Harry James Potter through a crack in another doorway. This time, the pair had met up in an entirely different abandoned classroom, but they made no efforts to stop people from finding them, no efforts to prevent discovery. It was… it was almost like they didn't care if they were found out, didn't care if anyone came looking.
The arrogance was as galling as it was intoxicating, and Daphne's mouth was salivating at the same time that her throat was hopelessly dry as she watched Astoria get a LOT more of Harry's cock than she had the day before. Her golden-haired little sister was held aloft in a Full Nelson, Harry's arms under Astoria's legs and his hands clasped behind her head as he bounced her up and down on his cock, unknowingly doing so in full view of her elder sister.
Astoria, for her part, looked absolutely ecstatic. Her eyes were crossed in quite the embarrassing manner, and her tongue kept rolling out of her mouth as she slurred praises to Harry nonstop, whenever she could get the words out in a somewhat coherent order. And that's just her face. There's also her body, and Daphne can't help but just STARE at the way Astoria's tight, flat tummy bulges from the sheer size of the massive cock buried inside of her cunt.
Witches weren't weak like muggle women, but this… this was ridiculous. Big, hunky, hung men only made wombs open up for their giant fat pricks in erotic novellas and raunchy tales that witches told during sleepovers and over tea. But… but Harry was making those stories a reality, he was doing the very thing Daphne had read about in so many romance novels. It wasn't… it wasn't fair.
And then of course, there was the elephant in the room. The big-tittied, fat-arsed, Gryffindor elephant. As Harry fucks Astoria standing up, and Astoria in turn is fucked and cums again and again around his big fat cock, Hermione Grange herself is knelt on the floor in front of them quite primly, her fat bubble butt on the heels of her feet and her hands palm down on top of her legs as she leans up and suckles and drools all over Harry's massive, swinging ball sack, focusing all of her attention on one of his balls at a time, slurping and smooching and then moving onto the other to repeat her actions, over and over and over again.
Daphne's hands were clutching at her robes, both out of anger at Hermione's mere presence and in her own vain attempts to try to keep her digits away from between her legs. Of course, the dialogue between the three didn't help matters much either…
"Merlin, Astoria! You just get tighter and tighter every time!"
Harry just sounds so damn cheerful about it all. Like he doesn't even realize how easily he's mind breaking Daphne's sister with his big fat cock, like he's just happy to be there, happy to be enjoying himself and happy that Astoria is enjoying HERSELF too. Of course, Astoria feels obligated to try to respond, not that he's giving her much chance to with how he's bouncing up and down on his dick.
"It'sh… it'sh the Mistressh's duty to… to, oh by MEEEEERLIIIIN!"
Whatever Astoria wanted to say is quite thoroughly cut off as another explosive orgasm wracks her body, her pussy juices positively flowing down Harry's cock and onto Hermione's face for a moment before the brunette witch pulls back and primly speaks over her, a wicked smile on her face.
"It's the girlfriend's duty to make sure the breeding stock is well-trained~"
And then the Gryffindor know-it-all leans in and gives Harry's ball sack another long slurp, even if it is liberally coated in Astoria's pussy juices now. Daphne just gapes, watching the scene, now unable to really keep her hands out of her robes, out of her skirt, out of her panties. Her fingers dance across her gushing pussy lips and the dark-haired Slytherin Ice Queen has never looked sluttier as she leans over right there in the empty corridor, her face all but pressed up against the crack in the door she's peeking through, her ass inadvertently jutting outwards as a result.
If anyone were to catch her right now, they would have blackmail material for an eternity, especially if they were able to take a magical picture of her depraved spying on the threesome taking place right before her eyes. But there's no one. It's just Daphne. Harry, Hermione, and her little sister have chosen their meeting place well, and no one is going to interrupt them, just like no one is going to see her as she masturbates to the view.
Daphne's eyes are heavily lidded by the time Harry cums inside of the younger of the Greengrass witches. They go wide again when she sees just how much seed Harry has to offer. The Ice Queen's jaw drops open as Astoria's already-bulging belly balloons outward, making her look pregnant on the spot, his seed literally inflating her womb to the point of ludicrously.
The sight has Daphne all but creaming her expensive panties as Astoria is then lifted off Harry's massive cock, and for the first time she sees Harry's true, honest size. His dick, when standing straight up in the air, almost back against his body, nearly stretches all the way to the top of his abs in sheer length. Of course, once it finally pops out of Astoria's well-fucked cunt, it bounces down, standing out straight and pointed almost unerringly directly in Daphne's direction as Harry settles Astoria down on a nearby desk and Hermione hops to her feet, momentarily blocking Daphne's view of the good stuff.
Of course, she can still see her little sister's freshly pounded quim quite well, along with the massive amount of sticky, hot semen currently gushing out from betwixt her puffy pussy lips. Daphne doesn't really know what she prefers though. Its either that or watch Hermione as the Gryffindor cheerfully strips for Harry, big tanned tits bouncing eagerly, little red thong sliding down her wide hips and along her juicy thighs…
D-Damn it all! Daphne should NOT be staring so lustfully at her academic rival's stunning… no, cow-like form! Hermione was… Hermione was a heifer! That was it! She wasn't buxom and beautiful and voluptuous. Not like Daphne was, as the Slytherin Ice Queen conveniently ignores the fact that she and Hermione share just about the same sizes in waist, hip, and bust now. Daphne… Daphne carried it better! She was made for it! On Hermione it just looked slutty.
A-And the Gryffindor's attempts at strutting as she moved over against the wall while Harry and Daphne watched are p-pitiful! Not arousing at all. Daphne bites her lower lip as her fingers move faster and faster in her own cunt. At the same time, Hermione looks over her shoulder, one hand palm down on the wall and the other coming back around to clap her thicc ass like a mating call, smirking at Harry as the huge, hunky, hung wizard stalks over to her, closer and closer.
"Come on, big boy~ Come break in your brilliant, bookworm bitch you handsome man you."
And as Harry proceeds to do just that, Daphne watches far longer than she should, not nearly as long as she would like to, before ultimately having to flee lest her own cries overpower Hermione's voice and alert the threesome to her presence outside of the room. In the end, she runs, and she yearns, and she stews in her own emotions, not sure what to think, not sure what to do, not sure how to feel.
D-Damn them… damn the three of them for making her feel this way…
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A couple weeks later, the Slytherin Ice Queen found herself standing in front of the floor-length mirror in her private quarters within Slytherin's dormitory. Just how many times had she ended up peeking in on Harry, Astoria, and Hermione, or at least some combination of the three in the past two weeks? More than the days in those weeks, that was for sure. If there was one thing Daphne had discovered, it was that Harry had a dick that never stopped, and Hermione Granger was an insatiable slut who couldn't get enough of it.
Of course, Astoria was the same exact way, but Daphne wasn't about to degenerate her little sister like she constantly degenerated Hermione in the depths of her own mind. That damn Gryffindor Heifer bossed Astoria around like she was in charge or something, and the worst part was, both Harry and Astoria let her!
They seemed to have a sort of hierarchy that Daphne had been able to suss out easily enough as she watched them all interact with each other, but in private and in public. Harry and Hermione were a couple. That much was obvious. They were boyfriend and girlfriend, and they were boyfriend and girlfriend publicly at that.
This had caused a bit of a falling out with the Weasley boy apparently, but while he seemed angrier and angrier about it by the day, Harry and Hermione were Head Boy and Head Girl for their Seventh Year at Hogwarts. Suffice to say, they didn't have to interact with Ron Weasley anymore than they wanted to, and neither of them seemed to want to very much at all.
Regardless, the fact that they were together-together in public left Astoria in a more precarious position. Daphne had caught Harry AND Hermione pinching her little sister's ass or sliding a casual palm over Astoria's buxom bosom more times than the Slytherin Ice Queen could count. They were always pretty subtle about it, never going out of their way to confront Astoria directly, always simply doing it as they passed the girl at opportune times in the halls.
But as her sister, and given Astoria was one of the few people in this entire school that Daphne could tolerate, the dark-haired witch was present for more of these little 'opportunities' than anyone else. Of course, Astoria didn't mind one bit that Harry, and Hermione were teasing and toying with her, molesting her in public for anyone to see. She enjoyed it quite a lot, and Daphne now knew that Astoria had taken up the role of mistress in Harry and Hermione's relationship.
A mistress Hermione knew about obviously, and one that happily submitted to the authority of Harry's girlfriend. It was just… why did Astoria have to fall in love with Harry's cock?! Why did it have to be Granger of all people who ended up Harry's girlfriend?! And why did Daphne have to be so conflicted about it all, d-damn it!
Standing before her floor-length mirror, completely naked, Daphne reaches up and runs her hairbrush through her long, midnight-black locks. As vain and proud as she is, the Slytherin Ice Queen can't help but smile at the sight of her hair's glossy sheen. Or perhaps how it's the perfect length to be bunched up and held in one big manly fist as the owner used her precious locks as reins with which to- Daphne's eyes go wide and she shakes herself, whimpering and biting back a moan as she chases away the mental images of Harry doing just that.
Of course, shaking herself means her entire body moves with her, drawing her eyes down from her hair to her pale form. Her skin, creamy like milk, would mark so very easily if a big strong brute were to take his teeth to her neck or her shoulder. Everyone would know then who she belonged to, everyone would know that Harry Po- Daphne curses and flings her hairbrush away as she has to force her mind off of the handsome, hung hunk once again, instead trying to keep her attention on herself, on her GORGEOUS body.
Her hands slide along her hourglass frame, up to her breasts. Daphne smiles coyly as she holds her large, full, firm jugs aloft, feeling their heft, rubbing her fingers over thick, pink nipples. Her tits are perfection incarnate, to be envied by lesser witches everywhere, and drooled and panted over by lesser wizards. Having seen her sister's and Granger's tits more than she'd ever expected to these past two weeks, Daphne is confident in the knowledge that she's actually a little bigger than both of them. Just a touch.
No, this doesn't change Daphne's opinion that Hermione is a heifer of a witch and Daphne is the only woman capable of carrying her voluptuous figure with poise and grace. Why would it?
Deliciously soft and bouncy, completely and utterly free of sagging, just enough to keep a powerful, muscular wizard's thirst quenched once he'd bred her and knocked her up with his thick, virile see- Daphne eeps then, rather than shouting or cursing. She blushes deeply as her mind fills with thoughts of what a pregnant, or even just cum-stuffed belly would look like on her currently naked body. She continues to touch her breasts this time for a few moments more, and a breathy moan leaves her full, pouty lips as she stands there, staring at herself in the mirror with hooded eyes.
Eventually, her hands slide off her breasts and down to her belly. Her abdomen, her tummy, her stomach. Whatever one wanted to call it, Daphne's was flat and firm. She didn't have a six pack or anything like that, but she wasn't the kind of girl to let herself go. Maintained by excellent genes, exercise, and the right sort of magic, Daphne's tummy was the sort of tummy that would start showing very early on as beautiful daughters or powerful sons grew within her impregnated womb.
Her blush grows redder still when she realizes she's doing it again, but Daphne doesn't try to chase away the mental images. Not even as she moves from her belly to her ass, turning to look at her side profile and reaching back to grab both of her butt cheeks firmly in her hands. Sure, she didn't have as big of a badonkadonk as Granger, which only went to show that the Gryffindor witch truly was a fat cow rather than a gorgeous woman like Daphne, but she still had plenty to clap and twerk.
The perfect mating call for… a full body shudder runs through Daphne, and she moans just a little as she shimmies in her mirror, her body undulating up and down like some sort of belly dance. Her hands run up and down her body, and in the end Daphne's eyes turn towards her bed. Her hairbrush and subsequently her hair are forgotten, and she doesn't bother getting into her pajamas as she practically leaps for the bed, falling onto the comfortable mattress she'd had imported from home and spreading her legs wide to bury her hands between them.
Daphne's moans fill her room, but with the privacy spells already in place, she knows they'll go no further. This allows her to scream her release to her heart's content, even as she brings herself to climax again and again from nothing more than her fingers and fantasies of participating in all that she's watched Harry, Hermione, and Astoria do these past two weeks.
That's eventually how the dark-haired witch falls to sleep. Knocking herself out from sheer exhaustion and slumping back in her bed with her eyelids following her eyes up into her head, her entire body relaxing into unconsciousness, even with her fingers still buried in her clenching, clinging quim. And as Daphne sleeps… she dreams.
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She's back in front of her mirror, looking at herself, admiring her form. Daphne smirks easily, knowing just how beautiful she is, how perfect she is. Then, she finds herself pushed forward, her hands reaching out to catch the ornate mirror's thick frame as she looks back over her shoulder. All she can make out is messy black hair, blazing emerald eyes, and a wicked sort of smile.
His hands are on her hips a moment later, and she finds herself going up on her tip toes, just barely able to see curly brown locks and brilliant gold hair splayed out over on her bed. His cock, that oh-so-familiar massive schlong ends up between her butt cheeks, and before Daphne can fully register what she's doing, she finds herself squeezing her arse around his big, fat prick, twerking around it like some lewd Muggle.
Harry grunts at her efforts, even as one of his massive, masculine hands comes around to grab and squeeze one of her tits. A jet of sweet milk sprays out of her nipple, hitting the mirror in front of her, leaving a white, cloudy mess to drip down the reflective surface. In her dream, Daphne is in complete control of her reaction. She moans, but she also smiles back at Harry, full of confidence and arrogance, as vain and prideful as ever.
"Mm, such a Brutish Gryffindor… come to claim the superior breeding stock, have you?"
Astoria's sleepy voice immediately calls out from the bed at that.
"H-Hey!"
But Daphne has no time for her little sister now. Astoria has hogged this hung hunk of man flesh for long enough, in her opinion. It's Daphne's turn now. Harry's grin just widens further as he answers her, continuing to squeeze her lactating tit with one hand, and gripping one of her ass cheeks harshly with the other.
"I already have, Daphne."
He sounds just as cheerful as she's heard him acting with the other two these past two weeks. And as Daphne looks at herself, truly looks at herself, she sees he's right. Her belly is already starting to show, the pregnancy that's swelled her tits and is even now ballooning her tummy is already taking. He's knocked her up, he's bred her… and all Daphne can do is smile, completely self-satisfied.
"Our son will be the next Lord Greengrass. He will want for nothing, and he will be the most powerful wizard who ever lived."
That gets a chuckle from the green-eyed wizard currently hot dogging her ass.
"Is that so? What about me?"
Daphne just smiles as she looks at Harry through the mirror, rather than her shoulder. One of her hands still holds onto the frame before her for support, but the other has slid down to rub at her belly. It feels a bit flatter than it should, but her eyes wouldn't lie to her, right? She's definitely pregnant. So deliciously knocked up.
"You're good, Harry… but with my genes added to yours? Mm, our son will be better."
Another chuckle, another smile. Harry slides his hand back from her tit and brings his milk-covered fingers up to his mouth to suck them clean. Daphne pants needily as she watches him do this, her fat ass still twerking and squirming and writhing along Harry's length.
"D-Don't… don't presume to tease me, husband. I may have let you keep the Gryffindor slut, but remember your place."
If her harsh words have any reaction other than to make Harry smile and get a move on, then Daphne doesn't see it. As it should be. She's… she's in charge here. So long as they all understood that, so long as they all bowed to their Queen, then everything would be fine. Ceasing his edging of her, Harry grabs hold of her wide hips quite forcefully, sliding his cock out from between her butt cheeks and down until the crown of his mushroom head pushes against her sopping wet, utterly ready slit.
Daphne moves the hand on her stomach down to her clit, rubbing at it with her thumb as her hand almost seems to be going through Harry's cock and resting along his girth at the same time. Unfortunately, all good things come to an end… and nowhere is that truer than with dreams.
Waking up with a gasp, Daphne lets out a shuddering cry as she cums all over her hand, her thumb fiddling with her clit and her fingers pushing into her depths, simulating the very tip of Harry's massive cock, but unable to do much more. The real thing was bigger than her fingers could ever hope to be, hell it was bigger than her entire fist could ever hope to be. The way he bulged Astoria and Granger's tummies when he fucked them, the way they stretched outwards like elastic… it spoke to just how stretched out his cock would no doubt leave Daphne's holes, whenever he finally entered her.
Blinking dumbly, the Slytherin Ice Queen sits there in her bed for a moment as she mulls that over. When… w-when had she decided that Harry was definitely going to take her virginity and enter her cunt? Hah, if she was going to let him fuck her, it wouldn't just be her pussy that would be ravaged, but her womb too. She knew that well enough. And yet… and yet Daphne somehow knew deep down in her heart that it was definitely going to happen eventually, somehow, someway.
Once again, her mouth is simultaneously wet while her throat is oh so dry. Falling back onto her absurdly comfortable pillows, Daphne stares up at the bed canopy over her head and contemplates her future, as well as what she was going to do next. She had decisions to make and schemes to plan.
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It wasn't even Yule, but Hogwarts was holding a Schoolwide Ball nonetheless. But then, it wasn't every day that one got to celebrate the defeat of Voldemort. While there had certainly been quite grand celebrations at the time of his actual defeat and subsequent death last summer, Hogwarts staff had decided to let everyone settle in first, so they could properly set up and plan for their own schoolwide celebration.
And so, a Schoolwide Ball was held on Hallow's Eve and in the face of all she knew, Daphne did something she'd never done before. She ignored her little sister and focused entirely on preparing for the party all on her lonesome. Every affair of this magnitude before now, Daphne had suffered the presence of other Slytherin girls or Astoria in getting ready for the event.
Not that their presence had ever HELPED her. No, Daphne always had the best dress, the best looks, the best everything. How could she not, given the resources at her disposal and the perfection that was her body? The Slytherin Ice Queen knew full well that she could easily make even a burlap sack work with the gorgeous form she'd been given. Not that she would ever be caught dead in such a thing.
Of course, it wasn't entirely for selfish reasons that Daphne left her little sister adrift in the wind for the first time in their life. It was practical as well. Put bluntly, Astoria was loyal to the enemy. If Daphne allowed her little sister to see what she was planning to wear to the Hallow's Eve Ball, she had no doubt that Granger would know about it by the end of the day, if not the hour.
She couldn't let that happen. Even if she'd been SURE that Granger's own dress couldn't hold a candle to her own in a million years, Daphne had kept everything under lock and key until the night of, when she'd stepped into the Great Hall all by herself but commanding the gaze of half the room with nothing but a single step. Being single on a night like this would no doubt be humiliating for most normal wizards and witches.
For Daphne, it was merely an affirmation of her position at the top of the pyramid, of her right to the throne that was public perception. She was Slytherin's Ice Queen. She was Perfection Incarnate. Of course, she didn't have a date. Not a single boy at Hogwarts was worthy enough for her.
Well, not entirely true, now was it? Even as Daphne strutted among her inferiors, the lesser witches and wizards staring at her with envy and lust in their eyes as she strode past, her own eyes were only for Harry… and by extension, Hermione and Astoria. Not that Daphne let her gaze linger long enough to be caught out, and if she was, she'd merely say that she was looking for her little sister.
Her little sister, who looked far more stunning tonight than Daphne had ever thought possible when she hung the poor dear out to dry. But then, Hermione had also surpassed all of Daphne's expectations, much to the Slytherin Ice Queen's chagrin. Both Granger and Astoria were dressed in absolutely beautiful dresses. Their designs matched, making it obvious they'd gotten them from the same dressmaker, but the colors… the colors were where the dresses shown.
Hermione's was predominantly red with gold lining and trim of course, while Astoria's was predominantly gold with silver lining and trim. Daphne was confident that her own dress, of a different style but no less fabulous, out-shown both of them even then. After all, she had stayed true to her roots, and if there was one thing that Daphne looked even more spectacular than usual in, it was green with black and silver lining and trim. She'd made sure to pick out the same shade of green as Harry's bright, emerald eyes for this particular dress.
Whether it was working or not… well, Daphne would just have to wait and see. So that's what she did. Not allowing any of her frustration or anger over how absolutely stunning Hermione and Astoria looked to show on her face, Daphne instead wore a little, secretive smile for much of the night, enjoying her solitude for what it was, that being the utter adoration and envy of most of the people in the large, expansive room.
She sipped wine and ate sparingly, waiting patiently for Harry to come to her. After all, how else could this possibly go? Surely, he would come to her. Surely, he would approach her once he saw her beauty, once he saw just how absolutely amazing she was. How could it go any differently? And once he came to her on bended knee, Daphne might just deign to let him have her. Not right away of course. She would need to string him along just a bit, to raise anticipation and desire.
The space between her thighs twinges a bit at that, and Daphne shifts ever so slightly in her seat, covering it up by simply rotating one leg atop the other and sitting all the more primly with her legs crossed. Her body didn't like the idea of waiting any longer to have Harry James Potter inside of it, but Daphne was in control here. She was in charge. She was… being left behind?!
Daphne very nearly leaps up and shouts right then and there as she catches movement and the familiar colors of gold and red and black out of the corner of her eye. Harry's own dress robes are completely black as well, and its that spot of darkness in the Great Hall, surrounded by the bright colors of Hermione's dress that allow Daphne to catch the Head Boy and Head Girl as they abscond from the Great Hall via a side corridor.
She's not the only one that notices their departure of course, but none are about to interrupt their romance. Not even Ron, who would love to do just that, if it weren't for his much more intelligent younger sister's hand clamped firmly down on his arm to keep the bristling red head from rising. Daphne though, barely keeps her wide eyes on Harry and Hermione's backs for more than a moment before she whips her head around and finds her little sister. Astoria is also leaving the Great Hall at the exact same time, albeit through a different entrance.
Perhaps she thinks that by departing as all eyes are on the Head Boy and Head Girl, she'll be able to get away scot free. Its… not a bad plan. It's also not one Daphne can make use of herself, because even now, even with all the eyes on Harry and Hermione, there's still plenty of lustful wizards and jealous witches eyeing her up. Normally Daphne would be fine with this. Right now, it's a nuisance of the HIGHEST order.
Regardless, eventually things die down a bit, when the music begins, and dancing soon follows. More than one wizard immediately stands up and begins to walk towards her with obvious purpose, but Daphne takes the time to meet each of their eyes and express through her indifferent, apathetic gaze just how much disdain she held in her heart for the lot of them.
One by one, she crushed boys' spirits with nothing more than a simple, sharp look. One by one, she removed attention from her as young men and young women of all Hogwarts ages paired off and began to dance. It was then, as the attention finally fell away from her, that Daphne stood and left the Great Hall. Not through the same exit as Harry and Hermione of course, nor even through the exit that her little sister took. No, Daphne takes a third path altogether, only stopping a ways away from the Great Hall to finally extract her wand from between her buxom bosom so she could cast the Point Me spell once more.
With the Hogwarts' halls empty enough for the time being, everyone still in the Great Hall for now, though they'd soon split off to snog and fuck so long as they could get away with it under the watchful gazes of the faculty, Daphne keeps her Point Me charm going until she finds where Harry, Hermione, and Astoria have absconded to.
Another abandoned classroom of course, and as Daphne carefully inches the door open and peeks inside, she bites her lower lip immediately upon seeing the current state of things. She hasn't missed much, thankfully. But Hermione and Astoria are still both stripped of their gorgeous dresses, now wearing exceptionally expensive-looking lingerie of the same sort of design and colors as their gowns. They're also on their hands and knees before Harry, his cock in their grip and growing harder by the moment between their respective tongues as they work him over.
Daphne controls her breathing as best she can, stifling her voice because none of the trio are being nearly loud enough for her to moan at this stage. Even as the peeping Slytherin Ice Queen readies herself for another show, even as her fantasies of Harry coming to her on bended knee fall to the wayside in anticipation of what's to come… things go sideways.
Harry's emerald-green eyes abruptly flash up and meet Daphne's single pupil as she peeks through the doorway. Her iris dilates as he gives her a knowing smile and waves a casual hand. The door opens up, and the Slytherin Ice Queen ends up stumbling in and falling tits-first as Hermione and Astoria turn to look at the commotion.
As Daphne leverages herself up onto her hands and knees, face already turning a fiery red in humiliation, the door to the room slams shut behind her, lock clicking closed with a certain finality. Daphne's eyes lift up to see the smiling faces of three unsurprised people looking back at her. Even… even Astoria has a knowing grin from ear to ear that matches the ones Harry and Hermione are both sporting.
Cocking her head to the side, Daphne's golden-haired sister giggles lightly, before waving a hand.
"Hi sis!"
Daphne swallows hard. Shit.
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After a moment of gobsmacked silence from Daphne, Astoria lets out an airy giggle and waves a dismissive hand in her older sister's direction. Dismissive! Where the hell did Astoria get off acting like that with her?!
"You should probably go, Daph~ After all, it's not like someone like YOU could handle a big, fat cock like THIS!"
To punctuate her statement, Astoria hefts up Harry's massive erection in one hand, clearly having to work at it a little, even as the muscular young wizard watches on, amused. Daphne finds herself sputtering in response to Astoria's words, torn between wanting to take her over-confident little sister down a peg, and wanting to keep from making an utter fool of herself in front of both girls.
But Astoria isn't done, as she leans in and gives Harry's cock a nuzzle, followed by a long lick, followed by a suckling kiss. When she pulls back, her eyes are twinkling with delight.
"You couldn't possibly rub your pretty little face all over Harry's massive dick. You wouldn't be caught dead licking it or sucking on it. Mm, and you CERTAINLY couldn't ever take a behemoth like this in that tight virgin cunt of yours without losing your mind to the pleasure~"
Daphne's eyes grow progressively wider with every challenging word that leaves Astoria's lips. But then, if anyone knows just how to push the Ice Queen's buttons in just the right order, it's going to be her little sister. Growling, Daphne stomps up over to the trio, fully entering the room as she glares down at her sister and clenches her hands into fists.
"I most certainly COULD do all those things and m-more, Astoria! A-And I bet this barbaric man who's wrapped you around his finger is nothing when compared to might pristine beauty!"
Astoria scoffs at that, while Hermione looks angry for the first time since Daphne showed up. Rising to her feet, the younger Greengrass sister leans in, a wicked smile on her face as she licks her lips.
"Harry would have you cumming your brains out in MINUTES if he wanted to!"
In the face of such a proposal, how could Daphne do anything less than double down?
"If Potter can make me cum even once, I'll let him have his way with me all night LONG!"
There's a beat of silence as everyone, including the Ice Queen herself, realizes what she's said. But she's certainly not going to take it back now, now is she? Astoria is grinning, and Daphne has to fight every inch of herself to keep from blushing too much, even as she firms up her jaw and turns up her nose at the three of them.
"Show her what you're made of, Harry…"
It's the first time Hermione has spoken since Daphne entered the room, and her voice is filled with sadistic glee and dark promise as she too stands up on the other side of Harry, looking at Daphne as if its Daphne who is the worm, rather than her, that damn brunette heifer! Glaring at the other witch costs Daphne her chance to escape though, as Harry chuckles and snakes his arms out from around Astoria and Hermione, to grab Daphne and drag her forward.
The Slytherin Ice Queen finds herself shocked by how strong he is, her hefty, barely-contained breasts smashed up against his rock-hard chest in moments and her soft, pouty lips under assault by an insistent mouth as Harry kisses her. They part instinctively, all on their own, just enough for Harry to slip his tongue in as he makes out with Daphne right then and there.
At the same time, Hermione and Astoria are being the good little witches, they are, helping to strip more of Harry's dress robes off, groping his huge cock between his legs, moaning as they rub their dripping wet cunts against his sides. Not that Daphne notices this. She doesn't notice much of anything at all, save for the kissing that she and Harry are engaging in.
She tries to resist… but instead, she ends up slurping on Potter's strong, dominating tongue. She ends up moaning as he nibbles at her lips. It feels good. Why does it have to feel so damn good? And it's not just the kiss either. The rest of it feels amazing as well. Her jugs are pancaked against his pecs and there's something amazing about that. At the same time, there's something huge and hot and hard, something cylindrical pressed up against her belly, and it takes Daphne far too long to realize its Harry's massive cockhead, leaking precum all over her dress.
He's also taking other liberties with her, liberties that Daphne has never let any man before him take. Its all well and good that they're kissing, but his hands shouldn't be that LOW! He'd pulled her in by her wrist and then wrapped his arms around her perfect, beautiful body, but then his hands had descended, sliding down and down until they were on her ass, groping and kneading her derriere like… like he OWNED her or something!
Daphne knew she had to break away. She knew she had to resist. Because her brain was turning to mush and her pussy was practically gushing. Her hips were wiggling in his grasp and her nipples were so fucking HARD, like diamonds sliding back and forth across his chest. She had to stop this before it went further, and she COULDN'T stop it. She had to get away while her thoughts were still her own, she had to- why was Harry pulling back?
Despite Daphne's inner thoughts, the Slytherin witch never actually makes an attempt to break free of Harry's grasp. Instead, it's the powerful young wizard who ultimately breaks off the kiss, drawing away as he looks at her with a wicked smile, her disappointed whine completely involuntary and utterly humiliating as it exits her throat.
He leaves her gasping and panting as her drooling quim throbs needily, his hands still on her ass but his upper torso now leaned back enough that her breasts aren't pancakes anymore, instead they're the vast orbs she's used to, even if her rock-hard nipples are still brushing across his chest.
"Mm, how was the kiss, Harry?"
That was from Hermione, her hand still stroking Harry's cock as she leans into his side, resting her head on his shoulder. Daphne finds herself staring into Harry's gorgeous green eyes as he grins a little and answers the brunette.
"Kind of unresponsive, to be honest."
Daphne's own eyes widen at the insult, and she sputters yet again as she smacks Harry in the chest.
"Br-Brute! Who c-could possibly r-respond when you're being s-so aggressive?!"
Of course, the other thing she's doing the entire time she's sputtering her denials is grinding up against Harry's cock, almost as if she's completely forgotten that the hot round shape pressing into her abdomen IS his massive schlong, ready and waiting to ravage her silly. Growling, Daphne points her finger at Harry's face, though given her current circumstances, it comes off as cute rather than remotely menacing.
"You… it seems I'm going to h-have to put you in your place! You think you're good enough for my sister?! W-We'll see about that!"
She's feeling distinctly huffy at this point. J-Just because she's dripping wet and Harry's mauling her ass in the way a woman's ass should be mauled by a big man d-doesn't mean anything! Just b-because she's still sliding her tits up and down subconsciously to get that delicious feeling of having her big fat boobs pressed up against a strong chest… it doesn't mean anything.
"J-Just because you kiss okay doesn't mean your cock is all that great! It's… it's probably not even that big up close!"
And like that, Daphne makes her umpteenth mistake of the evening as she descends to her knees, determined to confront Harry's length right then and there. In the forefront of the Ice Queen's mind, she probably truly does think she's going to put him in his place. She's capable of deluding herself at least that much. Of course, there's no such thing like hard, swollen evidence to prove her wrong.
The moment Daphne's knees hit the floor is the moment that Harry's cock hits her face. The massive, meaty erection is so big that its not even ramrod straight, despite Harry being fully hard. As such, his giant cock simply lays out over Daphne's face at the diagonal, the head of his member resting at her hairline while the rest of the huge schlong runs along her forehead, the bridge of her nose, her lips, and her chin.
Daphne's eyes go crossed just trying to look at the gigantic meat log now resting on her face. It's certainly accurate to say that the beautiful witch is outright stunned by its appearance. In point of fact, contrary to her earlier claims, Harry is actually BIGGER up close. Sliding his dick slowly down her face, Harry grins as he takes hold of his cock and rubs its tip all over her forehead and cheeks.
This gives Daphne a better look at his entire shaft, and what she sees… Harry's member is big and fat and monstrous in a way she didn't know male genitalia COULD be. With a huge crown and a wide thick girth, it looks so damn heavy… and to be fair, she'd had the thing weighing itself on her face moments before, so Daphne could attest to the fact that it was very heavy indeed.
On top of that, even with Harry's girth, Daphne can see his big, fat balls hanging under his shaft from either side of it, the massive nut sack like a pair of overripe oranges. She wants to lick them. The thought just comes to her, and it takes every fiber of Daphne's being not to act upon it as she trembles on her knees before the brutish wizard before her.
His cock is rubbing against her cheeks, resting on her face like that's where it's supposed to be. It's so damn hot, throbbing and pulsating in a way she can FEEL to the depths of her soul, and her mouth really shouldn't be watering but it is, and she really shouldn't be wiggling her hips but she IS. Just the thought of being bred by this magnificent beast is… NO!
From the depths comes the last vestiges of Daphne's pride to seize back control. Of course, even her pride is obsessed with Harry and his dick by this point, so the way that her 'resistance' manifests itself is by having the Slytherin Ice Queen reach up with both hands and take hold of Harry's cock in each. Grabbing onto his length, Daphne rears back so she can look at it nice and proper. Then, she glances up into Harry's bright green eyes, seeing him cocking an eyebrow at her, the corner of his mouth quirked up to show his amusement.
Flushing with embarrassment at her lapse, Daphne scowls at him, even as she strokes his cock up and down.
"You might have tamed Granger and my sister with this massive cock, Potter, but if you think I'll be so easily beaten…"
Leaning in, Daphne gives Harry's cockhead a quick kiss, grinning wickedly as he lets out a grunt, his length twitching and releasing precum that leaks down her fingers and her arms a moment later.
"I'm Daphne Greengrass, and I'm the hottest, most desirable witch in this damn school!"
This big strong brute of a barbarian was going to get the best damn blowjob of his life! She was going to bathe each of his oversized balls with her tongue, then she was going to lick his big, fat, centaur-shaming cock until its dripping with his release! Of course, even as Daphne begins to work over Harry's shaft, she completely misses the big, shit-eating grin on the wizard's face. But then, this is exactly what Harry loves most. Hot, confident witches, eager to prove that they're the very best.
Taking a deep breath, Daphne dives in and starts working on Harry's cockhead, her tongue sliding all over the large, bulbous thing as she gets it nice and wet. By Merlin, it's like a damn club though. A big, fat, tasty club that's slowly leaking more and more precum into her mouth. It wouldn't be that bad if Harry's pre didn't like a lot like the sweetest syrup that Daphne has ever partaken in.
She could get addicted to this taste… n-not that she will! Blushing a little, Daphne goes cross-eyed as she focuses her all on working her way further and further down Harry's shaft, opening her mouth nice and wide, as wide as she can get it, and taking inch after inch of his giant meat rod in between her plump lips. It's around then that Harry's fingers close in her hair and Daphne looks up. They make eye contact, and a moment later Harry takes control and begins to fuck her throat, just like that.
"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"
Daphne's eyes go wide as she immediately chokes and gags on Harry's cock. Her throat convulses and spasms along his length and her hands come up to his thighs, gripping them tightly, only for her arms to be batted away as Astoria and Hermione kneel on either side of her, the two pushing her limbs out of the way so that they can lean down and suck one of Harry's balls into each of their mouths, slurping and moaning around his nuts as they run their hands over their own curvaceous bodies.
What follows is more sexual than anything Daphne has ever done before. Her eyes water and involuntary tears eventually fall as she receives the face fucking of a lifetime, slobber and drool and saliva collecting on her chin only to fall down onto her chest and seep into her expensive dress, making an absolute mess of the beautiful fabric.
Groaning, Harry tightens his grip on her hair and begins to rail the Slytherin Ice Queen's throat all the harder, until Daphne's eyes are threatening to roll back in her head, her nipples still rock hard and her pussy positively gushing at that absolutely barbaric display Harry is putting on, the brutish, rough way he's treating her.
"GAGKH! GAGKH! GAGKH!"
Still, it'll all be worth it once she proves to them all that she's the biggest, baddest bitch in the room. Once she makes Harry cums from her sucking lips and her squirming tongue and her spasming throat, they'll know that she's better than them! Yeah… that's how it's going to go! Except, of course it doesn't. Daphne continues to deep throat Harry's cock, and Hermione and Astoria continue to lavish his balls with praise, but the wizard just… won't… CUM!
There comes a point, some time later, not that Daphne is keeping track of how many seconds or minutes are passing at this stage, that Harry lets her pull back briefly to catch her breath. Glancing to either side shows Daphne that the other two witches with her are both sticky with sweat and precum as well. Meanwhile, Harry isn't even winded. In fact, the wizard is smiling down at them all, his brow raised as if to ask, 'is that it?'. Of course it's not it! Daphne still has some tricks up her sleeves!
Or more accurately, up her dress. Grabbing the top of her dress, the Slytherin Ice Queen determinedly rips it down off of her tits, letting her massive jugs bounce free of their confines as she sits up on her knees a bit more, bringing her chest level with Harry's giant dick.
"Gonna… gonna milk you dry with the best tits in all of Hogwarts!"
Harry chuckles, while Hermione scoffs. Daphne's gaze flickers over to her academic rival, just in time to see the brunette know-it-all pull down her bra and let her OWN epic milk tanks bounce free. Up close and personal, Daphne is started to realize that Hermione is actually the one who's ever so slightly bigger in breast size than she is. But her mind quickly rationalizes this. Of course, that damn heifer would have fatter tits. It wasn't how big your boobs were, it was how you presented them, how you flaunted them, how you USED them!
On Daphne's other side, Astoria pulls out her own tits. They aren't anywhere near Daphne's or Hermione's, but then, the younger witch does have a year of extra growth coming to her due to her age. Regardless, with all three of them presenting their tits at once, things get… soft, as anti-climatic as that might sound. Harry groans as Daphne, Hermione, and Astoria all wrap their breasts around his massive cock. And they fit too. There's no real overlap, no moment where they have to fight over a part of Harry's giant dick. He's just that big.
Tilting his head back, Harry's sighs happily as the girls give him a three-way titjob that leaves his meat log still half-uncovered, hot and throbbing between their breasts, parts of it level with each of their noses. Its no wonder that the trio provide their tongues to Harry's pleasure as well, now is it? Closest to the top, Daphne once again sucks the head of Harry's length into her mouth, while Hermione and Astoria are regulated to slurping at other parts of his shaft, all but burying their faces in each other's cleavage.
For Daphne, Harry's syrupy, sweet precum is becoming like candy. A candy that makes her work for it and tantalizes her taste buds with every thick swallow. She lets out a throaty, muffled moan around Harry's length, sending reverberations up his entire shaft as she wiggles in place, her slick tits squirming along his throbbing, pulsating girth.
Surely now he'd cum. Even if its not really solely her victory anymore. Even if the other two witches in the room are basically stealing her glory. Daphne realizes this a second too late to put a stop to it, as Harry lets out a grunt, followed by an impending exclamation.
"You girls are simply amazing!"
You girls. You three witches. The meaning of his words permeate Daphne's competitive mind just as he finally blows his load. Its like a firehose, one continuous, finger-thick blast of hot seed that hits the back of Daphne's throat and then pushes her off so that it can cover her face, her tits, and the face and tits of her irritating accomplices as well.
In that moment, as angry as she is at having her victory robbed from her, Daphne still cums. She cums without ever even touching her dripping wet twat, she climaxes from nothing more than a little kissing and then being used as a cum dump by the barbarian before her and his big, fat cock. For a moment, silence falls over the room as Harry's torrent of white, hot spunk finally ceases. The girls all stare at each other as the quiet falls… and then Hermione leans forward and licks one long, stripe of cum off Daphne's cheek, starting something that none of them can stop.
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Harry can't help but grin almost giddily, his face one of boyish joy as he gets to watch three gorgeous witches painstakingly clean each other off. The trio of beauties nurse at one another's nipples, they lap at each other's faces, they lick and slurp along shoulders. Hermione and Daphne are easily the most competitive of the three, their tongues constantly battling for the cum they've licked off the other. Whether they realize that they're practically making out as they try to steal the last bits of seed from each other's mouths before either can swallow… well, it doesn't matter in the end, does it? It's what's happening.
Daphne might have been Slytherin's Ice Queen, but looking down at the three of them, Harry would have to say that it felt like Winter, Autumn, and Spring were all making out with each other, fighting over who would get the lion's share of his thick load of cum. It was a heady feeling, certainly… but Harry was far from done, as Daphne soon realized once the three girls finally pulled away from one another.
Despite her attempts at bravado, the Slytherin witch can't keep the gasp from her lips as her eyes fall upon his still-hard cock once again. Both Astoria and Hermione grin as they rise from their knees and curl into his sides. Daphne quickly hops to her feet as well… but its obvious she doesn't know what to do with herself. Does she cling to Harry as well, or does she stay away? Does she take the chance to run now?
Harry wouldn't stop her… but then, he also doesn't really WANT her to leave. Even if he, Hermione, and Astoria could have a lot of fun by themselves, Daphne is really beautiful and sexy, and she's been spying on him and the other two girls for weeks now. Its obvious she wants a piece of him… so why not offer it to her? He wasn't going to bring up her little wager made earlier in the heat of the moment. Harry wasn't the kind of man to force a woman into anything she didn't want to do. And even if it was obvious how much Daphne wanted this… it still needed to be her choice, in the end.
"You coming, Daphne?"
His welcoming smile, his earnest tone… or his big fat cock. Harry's not really sure which of these three things really decides it in the end, but it doesn't matter. Ultimately, Daphne joins Hermione and Astoria in all but clinging to him as the foursome makes their way through still-empty halls, all the way to the Head Students' Private Quarters. Needless to say, Harry and Hermione had made GREAT use of those private quarters so far this year as Head Boy and Head Girl. Hermione could be HIS head girl any day of the week, heh.
All along the way, with three curvy, voluptuous beauties rubbing against him, Harry can't help but grope and squeeze their thick fat asses. He also mauls their gorgeous, bountiful bosoms whenever he can get away with it, and they constantly try to steal kisses and monopolize his lips as their hands touch and squeeze at his dick, each of them seeming almost awed all the way there.
Harry's not entirely sure what there is to be awed about. But then, his new body and cock size haven't really gone to the young man's head. It's more his relationships with Hermione and Astoria that have done wonders for the wizard's self-confidence. Only outsiders looking in could tell him that yes, he WAS amazing and awe-inspiring and absolutely studly in every way.
Still, he's never been a braggart, never been one to toot his own horn (and now he had Hermione and Astoria and maybe even Daphne to do it for him), nor was he one to try and dominate and control and conquer. Though, the three witches playing with him certainly seemed to like his rough side. Hermione and Astoria had begged him to fuck them hard and fast countless times, and Harry had given them what they wanted.
Daphne was the first to put a name to it, labeling him a brute and a barbarian and the like. Harry wasn't sure how to feel about that. Or… maybe he didn't mind at all? It wasn't so bad, right? Being a little brutish, a little barbaric. The Slytherin Ice Queen, despite her words, certainly seemed to enjoy it well enough.
As they reach the Head Students' Quarters, Harry calls out the password and the hidden door swings open. The four of them stumble inside, almost like a lump with four sets of arms and legs rather than an actual group of people at this point. Hermione and Astoria break away from Harry, and Daphne reluctantly follows suit as they all make their way into the private sitting room that the Head Boy and Girl share.
Once he's standing in the very middle of the room, Harry turns and catches Daphne with his gaze, causing the Slytherin witch to freeze up, even as Hermione and Astoria prowl around the edges of the room, their eyes hooded, and their lips curled into wicked smiles.
"Well, Daphne? What do you want from me?"
Blinking at that, Daphne scowls. Striding forward in nothing but her half-undone dress, the young woman presses her finger into Harry's naked sternum.
"What kind of question is that, you damn brute? I want you to fuck me! I want that big massive cock of yours inside of me, so I can show you just how much better I am, compared to these two wenches! You'll find that making love to a Queen is far better than plowing a princess and a commoner! I-mmph!"
He can't help himself. Sure, he's not the conquering, dominating type, but sticking his thumb into Daphne's mouth as she rants to silence her, brushing his fingers across his face and chuckling as she instinctively suckles on his large masculine digit all while glaring at him… god its great. She's great. She's amazing. Still…
"You're wonderful, Daphne. But you're not better than Hermione or Astoria."
For a few moments, he pushes his thumb in and out of her mouth, watching her slurp on it as her legs tremble and shake beneath her. Eventually though, he does pull back, his cock standing up straight between them, ready and waiting to enter her cunt as he plants his hands on his hips and grins. Daphne, flushed with arousal and embarrassment, just scowls as she tears her dress the rest of the way off of her, pulling her panties off as well for good measure. The Slytherin Ice Queen sits down on one of the common room's loveseats and spreads her legs apart invitingly.
"Just… just g-get over here and fuck me already so I can prove my superiority, Potter!"
Snickering, Harry reaches out… and then grabs Daphne by the ankles, pulling her right off the loveseat and onto the floor. The prissy Slytherin witch yelps at being regulated all the way to the ground, but before she can do much more than squeal in protest, Harry is pinning her down, his grip on her ankles leaving her legs folded up over her body, her feet pressing back behind her head as he tests her flexibility.
At the same time, this leaves her sopping wet, juicy cunt on full display down below, completely exposed and completely unprotected with her thighs spread apart and pushed back as they are. Harry teases the entrance of Daphne's cunt with his cockhead, slowly pushing forward to test her tightness and her pussy's willingness to open up for him.
Despite just how much her needy little quim is drooling, Daphne is still insanely tight, and it takes several seconds for Harry to work his tip into her entrance, several seconds for her pussy lips to spread open around his club of a cockhead and ultimately suck him in. With this, Harry grunts and pushes forward without pause. Then, he hits her hymen… but its too late to slow down and the 'brute' tears right through it as Daphne's eyes go crossed and she squeals yet again from the sudden deflowerment.
Harry starts out fast and only slows his roll once he's gotten a nice, strong pace going. Then, he really starts to fuck her. His utterly massive meat rod fills Daphne to the brim, only to pull back out again and leave her utterly empty. He thrusts in and slams up against her womb at times, while at others, he's almost gently tapping against her cervix, brushing along the entrance to her womb like a lover's light kiss.
Starting with mewling and squealing, Daphne shakes and shudders beneath Harry, all of her haughty pride almost immediately blown away as she finds herself climaxing around his cock far too quickly. Her pussy is unbelievably tight on Harry's side of things, her inner walls clinging to his cock and trying to milk every last drop from his balls, even as he holds back his release and really gives it to her.
After all, you only really got one chance to make a good first impression, right? Some might say that Harry had already had several 'first impressions' with Daphne Greengrass, and that he'd nailed them all. However, those people didn't understand what he meant by impression. You only got one chance to make the right impression with your cock on a witch's womb.
Thrusting into her again, Harry groans as Daphne screams out her pleasure, her legs trying to encircle his thick, muscular waist as she cums right at the same time that his cockhead finally busts down her cervix and enters her womb directly. Her battered entrance squeezes down harder around his bulbous club of a cock than any other inch of her passageway can, and Daphne's eyes roll back in her head, her tongue sticking straight up out of her mouth in a distinctly un-ladylike manner as she cums and cums and cums some more.
By the time Daphne does manage to milk Harry's release, draining a fresh load of seed from his balls, its not really a win. She's not really the victor, not when her brain is much and she's barely cognizant at the point that he pumps his thick, sticky load of viscous hot cum into her. The next time Daphne IS conscious is when her nipples are growing hard from the sudden cold.
Harry smirks as she looks back at him over her shoulder, her fingers clinging to the windowsill of the open portal into the outside. Its very much Winter time, and Harry has decided its only fitting that the Ice Queen gets plowed in the frigid cold of the outside evening air. Daphne eventually turns back around, blazing red on her face but unwilling to argue the point with Harry when he's making it so well without saying a word, that big fat cock of his plundering her insides and making his argument for him so... succinctly.
Only their fornication and Harry's magic keeps her warm, but he's sure that Daphne notices the fact that he's deliberately not heating her nipples. After all, those diamond hard teats are all the more fun for him to play with. He fucks her into the cold winter air for several long minutes, displacing and dislodging plenty of his previous load, but never replacing it with more of his hot, steaming seed.
She wants it. She desperately, DESPERATELY wants it. Every time Harry thrusts forward, Daphne pushes her hips back, every time he penetrates her womb, her cervix squeezes down hard around his cock. The proud Slytherin Ice Queen wails and whines and cries out like some silly whore getting fucked nice and hard by the first big cock in her life, her sounds echoing through the cold night air across the whole of Hogwarts.
Whether anyone would be able to recognize the sounds of a young woman taking a massive meat log for just her second time or whether they'd think they were just the moaning wails of one of Hogwarts' female ghosts… it mattered not. Neither Harry nor Daphne cared who heard her at this point, not when there was pleasure to focus on instead.
Rather than cum inside of her there though, Harry eventually pulls Daphne back, and for the first time that evening, the Slytherin witch finds herself on a bed, ready for some more fun. Of course, as she lays back and spreads her legs wide, her fingers doing the same with her pussy lips, Hermione makes her presence known, crawling up onto the large four-poster bed beside her and presenting HERSELF.
Daphne's head whips around as Harry's gaze slides over to the smirking brunette, but neither Hermione nor her Slytherin rival could suspect what would happen next. By this point, Harry was very much in a primal, animalistic mode of thought. Seeing his girlfriend trying to wiggle in and grab his attention, his focus certainly does turn towards her… as the feral side of the 'barbarian brute' recognizes his broodmare and reaches for her.
Hermione's triumphant grin at having successfully stolen Harry from Daphne vanishes as he flips her over onto her rival a moment later, a yelp leaving her lips as their tits end up squished together and their eyes end up locked with one another. Both of the beautiful, gorgeous witches can only cling to one another as Harry's ginormous rod of meaty, girthy pleasure thrusts up between their bodies, hot-dogging both of their cunts in the worst and best possible way.
Its clear to them then that their studly hunk of a wizard has decided that two perfectly fertile, ready-to-be-bred pussies are better than one. In the end, Harry thrusts into the space between them for only a few moments before pulling back and slamming home into Hermione's needy, sopping wet pussy, but he barely spends any time in there before pulling out AGAIN and switching to Daphne.
What follows is Harry switching back and forth as Daphne and Hermione writhe together, the latter atop the former, but both of them equals in that moment in the eyes of the man messing them up so thoroughly. Their lips crash together, and though its more like hate-kissing then actual love, they still happily tongue-wrestle and make out with one another while Harry pounds them both silly.
Astoria, meanwhile, is exactly where a good little mistress should be. Down on her hands and knees between Harry's muscular legs, making sure her master's big, bouncing balls are spit-polished to perfection, her tongue and lips and saliva all over his swinging nut sack as he pounds her sister and Hermione into sweet oblivion.
Things only really escalate from there. Harry eventually cums, and his cum covers both Daphne and Hermione as he's pushing into the middle of their buxom, curvaceous sandwich when it finally arrives. As the two are caught up in cleaning each other off, solely to get as much of Harry's delicious, addictive seed into their bodies as possible of course, Harry rewards an eager, happy Astoria with his big fat dick, and the younger Greengrass sister squeals long and hard as she takes his cock to the hilt, her taut little belly bulging with every thrust.
After that, Daphne demands Harry's attention again, and ends up getting fucked up against a mirror as he holds her by a fistful of hair and forces her to confront her contorting expression of pleasure. Then its Hermione, and then Hermione and Astoria, and then even Daphne and Astoria, much to the older's shameful pleasure and the younger's bright, shameless delight.
As Daphne promised, she lets Harry fucks her for the entire night and though she never manages to prove herself better than the others… she secretly enjoys every last minute of the lovely affair all the same. Just as she enjoys being nice and warm against Harry's brutish, muscular frame as all four of them finally drift off to sleep in the bed they've practically torn to shreds with their rough sex and constant fornication.
Still, in the end they've all got a good, satisfying, bone deep exhaustion to them that sends them into slumber land without the need for such silly things as sheets or blankets or the like. In the end, all they really need is each other.
-x-X-x-
"You… y-you like that, you big barbarian brute? Like how… h-how my cunt feels? Mm, yeah… yeah you do…"
Harry watches on in amusement as Daphne rides him, water splashing around them both. But then, they are all in the Head Students' Private Bath. With Hermione and Astoria tucked under his arms and relaxing along with him, Harry is allowing Daphne to bounce up and down on his cock to her heart's content. Of course, a good night's sleep had given the Slytherin Ice Queen some of her bite back.
That was okay though, in Harry's opinion. Hermione was his good Gryffindor girl and Astoria was the perfect little mistress. Daphne was definitely proving to be the naughtiest of the three, and if that was the niche she wanted to fill, if that was the place she wanted to take in Harry's life, as the naughty minx who was always trying to get the better of both him and her rivals… well, Harry didn't mind. He didn't mind one bit.
Moaning loudly, Daphne throws her head back and cries out as she cums around his cock again, her hips circling and gyrating around his length as her taut abdomen undulates back and forth.
"S-So good… so damn good…"
The words escape Daphne's lips in a whisper, but all three of the other people in the bath hear it. As she realizes this, the Slytherin witch flushes and turns up her nose, even as she plants her hands on Harry's broad shoulders and begins to pick up her pace.
"Gonna… gonna make you cum, you brutish wizard. Going to milk your cock of every last drop, you studly barbarian. Take it. Take my cunt, feel it squeezing at you so, damn, HARD!"
Rather than making him cum however, Daphne just makes herself orgasm, his cock and the way it feels inside of her combined with her words bringing her right over the edge AGAIN. Chuckling, Harry decides it's finally time to… intervene. Bringing his arms up from around Astoria and Hermione's bodies, he enjoys the way they both press into his sides, leaning their heads against his shoulders as he in turn grabs hold of Daphne's waist with both of his bear-like hands.
For a moment, the Slytherin Ice Queen freezes up, her eyes trailing down to where he's holding her in place, and then up to lock gazes with him. Harry grins, and then begins to fuck her right and proper. Needless to say, the splashing of the bath water around them gets a LOT more vigorous as Harry thrusts upward while also dragging Daphne up and down his pistoning, jackhammering dick.
In moments, the shaking, spasming witch is crying out and cumming HARD as her brains drip from her ears, her eyes rolling back in her head and her tongue lolling out of her mouth. Daphne's once again the victim of temporary insanity as Harry plows her silly and only cums inside of her once she's completely and utterly insensate from the pounding of his cock. His seed fills Daphne's womb, and the next thing she knows, he's gone and she's laying in the bath alone save for Astoria, her younger sister slurping at her tits, her fingers down between Daphne's legs, pistoning in and out under the water's waves.
"W-Wait… wait… w-what happened?"
Astoria pulls back and smiles at Daphne, a cute little grin that's as much teasing as it is adorable.
"Welcome back to the land of the living, sis. You were definitely out of it there… hee-hee, Harry's cock is really great, isn't it?"
Daphne's mouth opens and closes as she tries to remember how she got from being fucked silly on Harry's big fat dick to… being molested and fingered by her little sister. But it's blank. There's a big fat blank where Harry's big fat cock should be, and Daphne honestly can't remember the conclusion to the sex, or Harry and Hermione leaving.
"W-Where did Potter and Granger get off to?"
Leaning back entirely, Astoria plants her index finger on her chin, making a show of thinking about it as she turns her eyes upwards.
"Mmm, well unfortunately Mistress had to go take care of some Head Girl stuff this morning. So lame, but she'll be back later. Harry though… Harry should probably be working out right now!"
Daphne furrows her brow in confusion.
"Working… out?"
Astoria's grin becomes positively wicked as her eyes brighten up all of the sudden.
"Oh, that's right! You wouldn't know because it's a muggle thing… mm, do I have the most delicious treat for you, dear sister. Come on, come on!"
As her little sister drags her out of the bath and they both grab towels to dry themselves with, Daphne can't help but frown, feeling a little… dubious at the prospect of ANY muggle thing being 'a most delicious treat'. Still, she goes along with Astoria as the younger Greengrass leads the older down the hall and to an unused bedroom within the Head Students' Quarters.
As they enter, Daphne goes wide-eyed at what she sees inside. The bedroom has definitely been repurposed, and it looks very strange to her. She doesn't know what half the equipment she sees is for… but then, a lot of her attention ends up focused solely on Harry, as she watches along with Astoria as the muscular, powerful young wizard lifts a bar with large black circles on either end of it up and down. Its clear that he's straining slightly under the bar and its massive ends… hell, the bar itself is bending slightly, leaving Daphne to realize just how weighty each end of it must be.
Figuring out what she's looking at leaves her… a little mesmerized. Its so crude, watching him 'work out' like… like some muggle, just as Astoria said. And yet, at the same time, she can't look away. And in moments, she finds herself suddenly crawling on all fours next to her little sister, the two of them moving in unison as they make their way to either side of Harry, beginning to nuzzle him through his tracksuit bottoms.
The wizard pauses briefly, but Daphne licks her lips as she makes eye contact with him.
"Don't… don't stop, Harry. Don't you dare stop, you big brute."
Harry lifts a brow in response, even as Astoria and Daphne fish his soft cock out of his loose pants and begin to press gentle, loving kisses to both it and his big balls. At the same time, he does as he's told and begins to work out again, all while getting the double blowjob of the century from the gorgeous Greengrass girls, the sisters working over his shaft and doing it TOGETHER rather than competitively.
Daphne can't help but feel a surge of excitement and giddy pleasure as she blows Harry's giant dick, the same cock that had ravaged and ravished her the night before. She didn't know when this would end, didn't know when it would cease to be a thing… so she was going to enjoy it as long as she could.
-x-X-x-
The Yule Ball had taken place on a Friday. So, while Harry and Hermione did have minor duties to attend to as Head Boy and Girl over the weekend, most of their time was spent in their quarters… with Daphne and Astoria. ALL of Daphne's time was spent in the Head Student's Private Dorm, at least until the end of the weekend arrived and Monday Morning came, and Daphne found herself standing at the door, ready to leave for breakfast.
Its just as she's about to step out that she realizes what will happen if she does so. If she walks out now, things will have to go back to the way they were before. The Slytherin witch can suddenly feels the eyes on her back as the others behind her watch her stand at the door. She could still turn around. She could probably take her breakfast here, as Harry, Hermione, and even Astoria likely will. The House Elves will deliver food for her too, if she asks for it.
Instead, Daphne takes a deep breath and steps out of the open doorway, into the hall. Then she turns around, regarding each of the trio still in the room. Astoria looks disappointed, Harry looks accepting, and Hermione actually lets out a complicated sigh before seeming to nod in begrudging respect of her academic rival's decision. Daphne looks at them all… and then scoffs before raising her voice.
"I expect a PROPER courting Harry James Potter! You had better be dressed for our date tonight by seven pm sharp. No sooner, no later!"
Three faces light up, even Harry and Hermione suddenly all smiles, though Astoria is definitely the giddiest, nearly vibrating with joy as Daphne huffs and does her best to hide her own smile. It was just that smiles were contagious, you try looking at three smiling people and not smile. It wasn't that she too was happy as well. Covering up her emotions, the Ice Queen sticks her nose in the air and continues to give demands.
"Dress nicely, but not too nicely. After all, a brutish Gryffindor Barbarian like yourself is MEANT to look scruffy."
Her eyes flick to Hermione and Astoria and she smirks.
"The two of you should attend me by the end of classes to help me pick out something to wear."
Both Astoria and Hermione nod without complaint, much to Daphne's surprise and pleasure. It just made sense though. Astoria was her sister, and Hermione… well, Daphne wanted that hot, sexy bitch to marvel at her perfection. Wait, no… n-not hot sexy bitch! Uh… heifer! That was it, that was all Hermione was!"
Hiding her brief embarrassment at her inner thoughts behind slightly faker smirk, Daphne spins on her heel and begins to walk away down the hall. Her smirk becomes much more genuine as she feels Harry's gaze on her swaying hips, following her all the way until she finally has to turn a corner. Daphne can hardly wait for her date. She'll… she'll definitely put Harry in his place eventually. And Hermione and Astoria would fall in line too.
It was going to happen. No doubt about it. Any day now…
-x-X-x-
Years later, Harry James Potter can't help but marvel at his good fortune as he lays back on the bed he shares with his two wives and mistress. The Auror Commander, First Class, grins as he rests his arms on the bed's backboard and looks down at the three women kneeling between his legs, sucking at his large nuts and his fat meat rod, their tits full and firm and perky… as well as dripping milk.
But then, all three of them are QUITE pregnant. Hermione Potter, his first wife and an Ancient Runes Mistress rivaled by few, is the most advanced along. Probably only a month or so left before she gives birth. Daphne Black, his second wife and a world-renowned Freelance Spellcrafter, is also pretty far along, but a month or two behind Hermione, much to her eternal irritation.
And finally, there's Astoria Greengrass, who's gone on to handle the Greengrass family's businesses and finances. She's never wanted a ring, even though Harry has offered her one many a time. In the end, she accepted an absolutely gorgeous toe-ring, as well as a nice, black choker. Astoria never wanted to be anything more than the mistress… in fact, the youngest of the three witches seemed to get off on it, happily being submissive where Hermione and Daphne were inclined to be competitive.
All three were his girls though, who he loved quite dearly. Harry would have them no other way than how each of them were now, and he certainly had nothing to complain about, despite knowing that all three of them had worries about the fact that they couldn't take his womb-wrecker into their tight little holes until after they'd given birth.
Still, Harry didn't mind the increased pace of blowjobs. He didn't mind one bit. Of course, his girls have other plans. Suddenly pulling away, Daphne licks her lips as she looks between Harry's cock and his face. Turning her nose up, she speaks primly, even as she continues to work the shaft and cup his balls with both hands.
"Husband… it is our decision that you need someone to properly fuck while we are all still pregnant for the next little while."
Hermione sits up then, smirking as she butts into the conversation.
"You need a cum dump, that's what you need."
Daphne flicks her gaze to her rival and scowls, only to growl at her sister when Astoria immediately backs Hermione up.
"As usual, Mistress cuts right to the chase. If only this worthless slut could be Harry's cum dump… ah, but she went and got herself knocked up as well."
As Astoria talks of herself in the third person, feigning bemoaning her 'terrible fate', Daphne just sighs and rolls her eyes before raising her voice.
"You can come in now!"
The door to the bedroom opens up, and in walks his unfairly gorgeous mother-in-law. Its very clear who Daphne and Astoria got their lewd, voluptuous bodies from, because Anastasia Greengrass is ALL woman, even at her current age. But then, witches did age slower than muggles. Smiling quite happily, the aristocratic noble woman stops at the foot of the bed, not seeming at all put out by the sight of her daughters and Hermione debasing themselves before her. Instead, she only has eyes for Harry as she gives him a wicked little grin.
"Oh darling, I've heard such awful things about your current circumstances. Seeing that massive phallus of yours in person, I can understand perfectly well why you can't possibly fuck my daughters with that massive behemoth while they're in the family way. Mm, I suppose if I must, I can take care of you in the meantime."
It's like Daphne dialed up to eleven. Harry can't help but watch in amusement as Anastasia proceeds to slip her coat off, only to reveal that she's wearing nothing but an exceptionally lewd set of lingerie beneath it, a set that exposes her tits and her pussy, doing nothing to cover up either as she stands there with a hip cocked out and a hand on that hip, her grin wicked and confident.
Slowly, Harry pulls away from his three girls, sliding out from under them. They whine and protest the fact that they hadn't yet gotten to finish their triple blowjob, but Harry ignores them in favor of Daphne and Astoria's mother, even as his massive erection sways back and forth before him with every prowling step he takes around the bed towards her.
Anastasia watches him come, and to her credit, her smile only slightly falters as he finally comes to a stop in front of her, his length causing a bit of a gap between them. But the gap isn't larger enough that Harry can't reach up and take hold of Anastasia Greengrass's massive tits in both hands, shocking the woman as she realizes for the first time just how big ALL of Harry is, his large fingers managing to fully surround her giant orbs of boobflesh as he gropes and squeezes them quite casually.
The Auror Commander chuckles, his eyes light with happiness and his tone cheerful as he speaks.
"You should probably know, Lady Greengrass… I don't take my girls individually. Not ever. I'm not sure if they thought to warn you… but you WILL be doing the work of all three of my lovely witches at once, because that's how I fuck them all into puddles of pleasured flesh… at the same, exact, time."
Anastasia's eyes grow progressively larger as he says each of those last three words, and then her gaze is flicking past him to look at her girls and Hermione. Harry can imagine what she sees there, given the way she pales somewhat. Needless to say, his wives and his mistress really didn't think this through. Harry did though, but then, Harry knew that they were planning this weeks ago. He'd just been biding his time, waiting for them to announce it.
And now? Well, now he was going to have quite a bit of fun with his darling mother-in-law. As much fun as she could possibly take, in fact. And then probably some more on top of that for good measure. Grinning wickedly, Harry squeezes down on Anastasia Greengrass' tits one last time… and then pulls her in close so the fun can begin.
-x-X-x-
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