Harry Helps Daphne: Chapter 5

(Disclaimer: All characters involved in sexual acts are over 18 yeas of age, the age to start Hogwarts has been moved up.)

Chapter 5

Harry stood in front of the mirror in his dorm, nervously adjusting his dress robes and tie for the dozenth time. It was the night of the Yule Ball, and minutes away from the time he was supposed to meet Daphne in the Entrance Hall. As much as he would like to pretend the opinion of his fellow students didn’t bother him, he knew himself well enough to admit that was a lie. While there had been rumors around the castle for weeks that they were secretly dating, this was the first time they would be going out together in public. The rumors had really picked up in recent days with the excitement and speculation of who was taking who to the Ball. Glancing to his right, he looked at Ron who was still trying to cut the lacey frills off of his hideous dress robes. With the problems he and his best mate had gone through not too long ago, Harry was particularly concerned about his reaction to his date. Letting out a sigh, he tried one last time to unsuccessfully get his hair to lie flat, grabbed his wand, and turned away from the mirror.

“I’m going down, Ron. Are you coming?” He asked.

“I’ll be down in a few minutes.” Ron replied, the tip of his tongue sticking out from between his lips as he used his wand to hack away at one of his cuffs.

“Alright, I'll see you there, then.” Harry said, only getting a distracted grunt in reply.

Harry went do the stairs to the common room that was buzzing with activity. Dozens of male students were sitting around, chatting and making last minute adjustments to their robes as they waited for their dates to come down. A gaggle of second year girls were huddled together in a corner, watching enviously as Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet, looking stunning in their flowing dresses and fancy hair styles, made their way down the stairs and over to their dates, Fred and George. Harry waved at them as he passed on his way out of the portrait of the Fat Lady, who was already three bottles of wine into the festivities with her friend Violet. In the halls, dozens of students were casually making their way to the Great Hall, some with dates, but most were alone, presumably meeting their dates downstairs like he was.

“Potter!” A familiar voice barked the moment he entered the Entrance Hall, making him jump.

Professor McGonagall’s heels clacked loudly on the stone floor as she marched towards him, brushing past students making their way in the Great Hall. He black robes were only slightly fancier than her normal teacher’s robes, but she was wearing light makeup, simple gold earrings, with her hair done up in a perfectly styled bun. He momentarily wondered if she used a ruler to make sure it was perfectly even.

“Where is your date, Mr. Potter?” She demanded over the babble of the crowd of students passing by.

“She’s meeting me here Professor.” He told her, looking around for a sign her.

“Very well. Come, you can wait for her over here with the other champions and their dates.” She said.

Without waiting for a reply, McGonagall turned on her heel and marched back through the crowd, Harry following behind, occasionally being buffeted by students rushing by. Approaching his fellow champions and their dates, his attention was first drawn to Fleur, who looked jaw droppingly gorgeous in her tight silver dress, clinging to her curvaceous figure. Her date, Roger Davies, a seventh year Hufflepuff, was staring at her open mouthed, an infatuated, dumbstruck expression on his face. Next to them were Cedric Diggory and Cho Chang, holding hands and lost in quiet conversation. Cedric looked up for a moment as McGonagall approached and spotted Harry, giving him a bright smile and a jaunty wave before turning back to his date. Harry waved back and turned to look at the last couple, Victor Krum and a very pretty girl that looked a lot like...

“Hermione!” Harry gasped, stunned by the transformation his best friend had gone through.

While he had always known Hermione was pretty, she looked absolutely beautiful with her tamed hair, light makeup, and lavender colored dress. She looked over to him at the sound of her name and smiled shyly at him, a light pink blush dusting her pale cheeks.

“Hi, Harry.” She said quietly.

“Why didn’t you tell me you Victor was your date? With how secretive you were being, I was afraid you were going with someone like Malfoy.” He said, getting over his shock.

Hermione paled, her face adopting a look of horror. “Don’t ever joke about that.” She scolded him, giving a shiver of disgust that wasn’t entirely faked.

“Well, why didn’t you tell me?” He asked again.

“Because I didn’t want you to make fun of me.” She admitted.

“What? Why would I make fun of you?” Harry asked, surprised and slightly hurt that she would think he would be that cruel.

“I don’t know.” Hermione said, looking down at her hands contritely. “I was just, nervous, I guess.”

She bit her lip and looked up at him apologetically. Harry sighed, feeling like he sort of understood her. It still hurt though. No tell Ron, he could understand, but he liked to think he would have been supportive. Noticing Victor looking between them with a scowl on his face, he almost smirked when he realized they were making him jealous. As much as he would like to push the Bulgarian’s buttons a little bit, he didn’t want to do anything to ruin Hermione’s big night on her first ever date.

“Fine. I forgive you, but just this once.” He said playfully, then turned to Krum. “You better take good care of her Krum, she’s like a sister to me.”

That seemed to calm him down, or at least make him scowl less as he gave a curt nodded.

“Ja. I vill.” He said in broken English.

He definitely needed to ask Hermione how they ended up going to the Ball later. He certainly didn’t seem like her type.

“So, where’s your date?” Hermione asked curiously.

“She-”

“Right here.” A familiar voice interrupted from behind him.

Spinning around, his jaw actually dropped a little bit as he took in the sight of his date. Daphne was wearing a tight black dress with silver accents, accentuating her wonderous curves. Her golden blonde hair was done up in fancy ringlets, framing her striking, angular face. Without a doubt, she was the most beautiful girl in the room. Strutting up to him with a smirk on her face, she put her perfectly manicured index finger under his chin and pushed up, closing his mouth with a click.

“I take it you approve, then?” she asked, her bright blue eyes sparkling in the torch light.

“You uh, you look...wow.” He stammered, unable to form the words he wanted to say in his mind.

Daphne giggled and link her arm through his, standing next to him. Harry shook his head to clear his thoughts. Unlinking their arms, he wrapped his around her waist, pulling her close.

“You look amazing.” He whispered into her ear.

Daphne smiled at him and leaned in to kiss him, her glossy pink lips tasting like strawberry as he licked his lips when he pulled back.

“Champions! Gather ‘round.” McGonagall called out, waving them over to her near the closed doors to the Great Hall.

Lining them up in pairs, the four couples waited nervously for the Ball to start. Only a couple of minutes later, McGonagall opened the large double doors with a wave of her wand, and signaled them to enter, Harry and Daphne going last. With Daphne on his arm, Harry took a deep breath and walked into the Great Hall, doing his best to ignore the pointing and stares as they noticed his date. He did enjoy the angry scowl on Malfoy’s face as he walked past, unable to keep a smirk of his face. Standing in the center of the dance floor, Harry took one of Daphne’s hands in his, the other resting lightly on her hip as they waited for the music to start.

Three hours later, Harry and Daphne finally decided to take a break. Although his feet were sore, he had found that he enjoyed dancing a lot more than he thought he would. The beautiful blonde girl rubbing her body against his, probably had a lot to do with it. There were standing at the long table laid out with food and drink talking with Tracey, when they heard a commotion coming for a nearby table. Harry's stomach sank when he saw Ron and Hermione screaming at each other, drawing the attention of everyone within ear shot. He badly wanted to hex Ron for acting like jealous git and trying to ruin Hermione’s night. It was pretty hypocritical of him to call her a traitor considering his action before the first task. Seeing her rush off in tears, he tried to make his way over to her, but by the time he got there, she had already disappeared up the stairs while Ron sulked off down the hall. A hand on his shoulder had him turning around to find Daphne had followed him over.

“Harry, is everything okay?” She asked in concern.

“I don’t know, they were gone by the time I got here.” He said, staring off to where he had seen Hermione disappear. “Do you think I should go after her?”

“She’s probably already in her dorm.” She told him, taking his hand in hers. “She’s probably too upset to talk now anyways. Give her some time to calm down, you can talk to her tomorrow.”

Harry sighed in frustration. Couldn’t he just enjoy one night without something going wrong, he wondered.

“Come on, let’s go for a walk.” She said, tugging on his arm.

Daphne led him out of the castle and into the courtyard, decorated with glowing fairies. Although it was usually freezing cold outside in Scotland, the air in the courtyard was quite warm. He guessed there must have been some type of temperature control charm in place. As they strolled through the courtyard, they caught glimpses of several various couples tucked away in the shadows, engaged with their partners. He even caught sight of a rather busty brunette he thought was a Ravenclaw seventh-year, with her dress open, showing her impressive breasts. Daphne squeezed his hand to get his attention, giving him a teasing smile. Harry smiled back, feeling a little embarrassed. He was just thinking of pulling her into a dark corner himself when he noticed Snape marching through the door, barking out orders and giving out detentions to the couples he spotted.

Fortunately, Snape was so busy trying to catch the scattering students, that he didn’t notice Harry and Daphne standing off to the side. Given the history between the two of them, Harry was certain that Snape would find some excuse to punish him should he be spotted, despite the fact that he wasn’t doing anything wrong. Grabbing Daphne by the hand, he pulled her to a small side door that led to a disused teacher’s living quarters. Closing the door behind them, the torches inside sputtered to life, illuminating the room in a dull, flickering light. The room they were in was the teacher’s office, with two open doors. One led into a disused classroom, and the other led to a small bedroom. The office was bare, but at least it was clean.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’d planned this just to get me alone.” Daphne teased, running her hands over his chest while looking up at him, her eyes sparkling playfully.

“What makes you think this wasn’t my master plan all along?” He asked, giving her a crooked smile.

“Oh, really?” She asked, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck. “Well, what do you plan to do now that you have me here?”

Harry rested his hands on her wide hips, slowly sliding them around towards her bum. Suddenly, he grabbed her ass firmly, lifting her into his arms and drawing a startled squeak from her lips. Walking her backwards, he pinned her back against the wall and set her back down on her feet, his face an inch from hers.

“Anything I want.” He told her, his voice coming out deeper than normal.

Daphne’s breath hitched. Leaning down, he kissed her aggressively, pressing the weight of his body against hers, trapping her in place. She moaned into his mouth, her fingers threading through his hair. Harry’s hands traveled from her waist, up her stomach to the bottom of her breasts, cupping them through the thin fabric of her dress

Bang!

Harry jumped back as the door to the room they were in was slammed open, drawing his wand and leveling it at the two people standing in the door way in an instant. He sighed in relief and lowered his wand when he saw that it was Fleur Delacour and Roger Davies, looking quite surprised to see them in the room.

“Sorry, we deedn’t know you were ‘ere.” Fleur said, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

Harry snorted quietly when he noticed that Roger still had the dazed, lovestruck expression he had sported most of the night. Honestly, he couldn’t understand the reaction most guys had to her. Sure, she was incredibly hot, but he wasn’t going to make a fool of himself but gawping at her like he’d never seen a girl before. He figured most girls would consider drooling like a buffoon was a turn off.

“Come inside and close the door, Snape’s been prowling around out there.” Daphne told them, waving them inside.

“You don’t mind eef we stay?” Fleur asked, closing the door.

“I’m fine with it. There’s enough room for all of us.” Daphne said, looking over at Harry for his opinion.

Harry shrugged, not really caring if they stayed. He figured if they waited a few minutes for Snape to leave, they could sneak off to the Room of Requirement. Maybe, if he was lucky, he could get at what Fleur looked like under her dress.

“Merci.” Fleur said, grabbing Roger by the hand and leading him like an obedient puppy deeper into the room.

Despite there being plenty of free space in the office, and two other unoccupied rooms connected to it, Fleur decided to position them just a few feet from them, pushing Roger against the wall and giving Daphne a challenging look. Daphne returned it with a smirk and grabbed two fistfuls of Harry’s robes, pushing him against the wall. He raised an eyebrow at his girlfriend, but only got a wink in return. Leaning into him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kiss him deeply, her tongue delving into his mouth. Next to them, he could hear the rustle of clothes and the smacking of lips, telling him that Fleur and Roger were doing the same thing. Harry wasn’t really into voyeurism, but give the way Daphne was squirming against him, she was, so he went with it. Grabbing her ass with on hand, he slid his other hand up her side and caressed the parts of her breast that wasn’t pressed against his chest.

Daphne moaned into his mouth and shifted so that she could rub her mound against his thigh. Bending his knee to give her a better angle, she ground down on him even harder, shivering in delight as she bucked her hips. Pulling back from his lips, Daphne gasped, closing her eyes to savor the pleasure of grind her clit against his muscled thigh. Grabbing her ass with both hands to help her grind against him, he looked over at Fleur and Roger the best he could without turning his head. Harry wrinkled his nose in disgust at witnessing Roger maul Fleur’s mouth with an uncoordinated, sloppy kiss that she didn’t seem to be enjoying at all. Her head was leaned back with her hands pushing against his chest, holding him back. It didn’t look like she was trying to escape. More like she was afraid he would try and devour her if she got too close.

Feeling Daphne shake in his arms, he looked back down to see her shaking in silent laughter while biting her lips. Looking back up at him, she smiled, and kissed him on the lips briefly but heatedly. When she pulled back, she dragged her hand down his chest and stomach as she dropped to her knees. The sound of her undoing his metal belt buckle sounded loud in the quiet room, drawing the attention of the other couple. Well, Fleur at least, Roger only seemed to notice when she pushed him away from her hard, and looked over, curious as to what made her stop. Harry felt self-conscious about being exposed in front of two other people, but the prospect of getting a blowjob, and seeing how excited Daphne was, held him back from saying anything. Opening his pants, Daphne reached in and pulled out his mostly hard member, stroking him lightly. He glanced over at Fleur just in time to see her lick her lips hungrily while she watched his impressive cock harden further.

Once he was fully hard, Daphne looked over at her and raised an eyebrow challengingly, just as Fleur had earlier. With a competitive expression on her face, and a slight glare, Fleur dropped to her knees and started working at Roger’s belt. Given the look on his face, Harry gave it fifty-fifty odds the older boy would faint before she got it out. His attention was drawn back to his girlfriend when she took the head of his cock between her lips, swirling her tongue around his sensitive crown. Harry hissed in pleasure, resting his hands on her head as she started bobbing up and down his length. Looking back at Fleur, he nearly laughed at the disappointed look on her face as she pulled Roger’s todger out of his pants. Harry felt a swell of pride at out measuring the Head Boy. While he was probably average in size, he looked small compared to Harry’s rather impressive appendage.

Daphne dragged his lips all the way up his shaft until her lips let out a small pop as she pulled off of the head. She looked over at Fleur, holding up his length with a triumphant look, making the Veela scowl. Reaching up, Fleur grabbed Roger with her thumb and first two fingers, holding his almost delicately. That, it seems, was too much for poor Roger. With a grunt he starting cumming, the first jet shooting past Fleur’s face and over her shoulder. With a yelp of surprise, she let go of his jerking shaft and moved out of the way, watching in disgust as he decorated the threadbare carpet covering the floor. Daphne couldn’t hold in her giggle this time, covering her mouth to suppress the sound.

“I’ve never cum that fast before, I-” Roger started to say.

He was silenced by the dick shriveling glare Fleur gave him. Blushing a deep red, he shamefully tucked himself away and scurried over to the door, leaving in a hurry. Fleur scowled at the door, then looked down at the floor, wrinkling her nose in disgust at the mess. Huffing, she stood back up, dusting off her robe.

“You can stay if you want.” Daphne said, still stroking his length. “I don’t mind sharing.”

Harry and Fleur both looked down at her in surprise.

“Really?” Fleur asked.

Smiling, Daphne scooted over to the side to make room for her, then held his cock out to the side, offering it to her. With a smile that could only be described as naughty, she sauntered over, pausing in front of Harry and staring at him.

“You do not mind, ‘Arry?” She asked in a sultry voice.

The way she said his name made his cock twitch in Daphne’s hand.

“Not at all.” He answered, his voice cracking embarrassingly.

Fleur smirked at him and slowly fell to her knees, her eyes never leaving his until she was face to face with his swollen, angry head. Taking him from Daphne, she stroked his rigid length lightly, her thumb rubbing the large vein on the underside shaft.

“Impressionnant.” Fleur said, eyeing his cock lustfully.

Opening her mouth, she wrapped her pillowy red lips around his girth, her surprisingly hot tongue leaving a pleasant tingling sensation behind everywhere it touched for a brief few seconds. Harry groaned as she descended down his shaft, her lips tightly sealed. Her long, smooth tongue caressed his thin, sensitive skin. Stopping two-thirds of the way down his length, the head of his cock brushing against the back of her throat, she looked up at him as she paused. Agonizingly slowly, Fleur dragged her plump, soft lips back up his shaft, sucking hard enough to hollow her cheeks. As she pulled off of the head, she kissed it softly, then leaned back, passing him back to Daphne with a triumphant, challenging look.

Daphne took him in hand, a playful twinkle in her eyes. Taking the head of his cock in her mouth and letting go with her hand, he could see a ring of red lipstick marking the point where Fleur’s lips had stopped. She bobbed up and down on his length, going lower and lower until her lips reached the ring of lipstick. Staring up at him, she back up a couple of inches, grabbed his hips tightly and plunged her face forward, shoving his cock down her throat until her nose was buried in his pubs. Her eyes were screwed shut, saliva running down her chin as she gagged loudly around the thick pillar of flesh invading her throat. Harry gripped her hair tightly, savoring the feel of her tight throat spasming around his cock as a tear fell from her eye, streaking a black line of mascara down her cheek. A few seconds later, she pulled back, coughing and wiping the saliva from her chin.

Despite her disheveled look, she handed him back to Fleur smugly. Fleur took him in hand, a smirk on her lips as she opened her mouth and descended down his spit-soaked shaft. Looking up at him, she moved down, not even pausing as he hit the back of her throat, deep throating him casually as she swallowed his entire length. With him balls deep in her tight throat, she shook her head side to side slightly while working her throat. Groaning in pleasure, he could see the delicate skin of her long, pale neck bulge around his girth, while her tongue lapped at his balls. It was by far the most incredible blowjob and deep throat that he had ever received. She held him in her throat for a long time, far long than he expected. However, even a Veela built for sex had to breath. Eventually, she pulled off of him sucking hard as she dragged her lips up the length of his throbbing shaft.

“How the hell do you do that?” Daphne asked in awe.

“I am Veela.” Fleur answered simply, looking at her triumphantly.

Fleur tried to hand him back to Daphne, but she waved her off and motioned for her to continue with a smile on her face. Smiling in thanks, Fleur took his cock back into her mouth, bobbing up and down on him at a leisurely pace, clearly enjoying what she was doing as she looked up at him while he ran a hand though her hair. While she worked his cock with her incredible mouth, Daphne scooted closer to her and caressed up her back until she reached the zipper of her dress and slowly pulled it down. Fleur pulled off of him, getting a disappointed moan from Harry, and raised an eyebrow at Daphne, but didn’t more to stop her.

“Boys aren’t the only ones who want to get their hands on you.” She said in answer to her look.

Giving her a lust filled smile, Fleur turned back to his cock, picking up where she left off. Meanwhile, Daphne finished unzipping her dress and pushed the straps off her shoulder, revealing her huge, perky breasts, pale white with light pink nipples. Despite their considerable size, her breasts defied gravity, jutting to stand proudly on her chest. Harry felt jealous of his girlfriend as she grabbed a hold of Fleur perfect beasts and caressed them softly, running her long, silver painted nails lightly over the smooth, unblemished mounds. Fleur moaned around his cock as she teased a nipple, flicking the hard pink nub with the back of her nail. Sticking one hand down the front of her dress, Daphne slid down her stomach until her hand was between her legs.

“Mh, no panties?” Daphne asked, her arm moving under Fleur’s dress.

Moving closer behind Fleur, she kissed and sucked at the skin of her neck while playing with one breast and moving her hand under her crumpled dress. Harry dearly wished it was out of the way so he could see what was happening.

“You love sucking my boyfriend’s big, fat cock, don’t you?” Daphne whispered into her ear.

Fleur moaned, nodding her head slightly as she continued to work her hot, wet mouth up and down his length.

“If you ask me nice enough, I might even let him take you into the bedroom over there and fuck you with that hard, thick cock.” She whispered temptingly.

Fleur bucked her hips, sliding her lips up and down his shaft faster and deeper, the tip of his crown nudging the entrance of her tight throat.

“Trust me, you’d love to feel his huge cock stretching your tight little pussy as he pounds you into the mattress like a Knockturn Alley whore.” Daphne hissed, drawing another wanton moan from her lips.

As she moaned, her lips and throat vibrated around his cock, driving him closer to orgasm with nearly overwhelming pleasure. Daphne’s soft caresses had turned to rough roping and pinching, while the hand under Fleur’s dress moved much more vigorously.

“If you're really nice, I might even let you borrow him once in a while. Or, maybe, I’ll just tell him to pull you into a broom cupboard and fuck you anytime he wants. I know you’d let him, wouldn’t you? The hottest girl in school, the Veela everyone wants, nothing but a slut, begging for my boyfriend's cock.”

Fleur screamed around his shaft as she came, bucking her hips frantically as her body trembled. Driving her head forward, she swallowed his entire cock, moaning wildly around his length. The vibrations, the sight of his girlfriend bringing another girl to orgasm, the feel of her hot, tight throat enveloping his shaft, all of it pushed him over the edge. Despite still being in the midst of her own climax, Fleur recognized it and pull off of him with perfect timing. As soon as she pulled off of him, she grabbed the back of Daphne’s head and pulled her forward. Turning her head all the way to the side, she pressed their lips together in a burning kiss while still stroking his cock with her free hand. In only a few strokes, Harry reached his climax, several jets of hot, white cum rocketing out of his pulsing tip to splash against their lips with uncanny accuracy. The girls continued to kiss heatedly as jet after jet of sticky, salty cum landed on their cheeks, chins, and lips.

It was several moments after he stopped that the girls finally broke their kiss, as string of cum and spit connecting their lips for a couple of inches before it broke. Looking at Daphne with grin, Fleur leaned forward and run her tongue over her cheek, licking up the cum coating her skin. Harry’s cock had barely gone soft before it started to harden again as he watched the two blonde lick his seed off of each other. Once they had cleaned each other off, they kissed again, their tongues visibly dancing together between their lips. When they broke apart again, they both started giggling with wide smiles. Standing up, each of them grabbed one of his hands and led him to the bedroom. As she walked, Fleur’s dress fell to the floor and she stepped out of it, leaving it pooled on the floor and her completely naked. Once they reached the bed, Daphne unzipped her dress and pushed it off of her shoulders, revealing that she too wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Daphne climbed onto the bed first, her wide, full ass swaying until she got to the middle of the bed, where she turned to lay on her back. Fleur climbed up after her, her perfect ass jutting out as she crawled forward, her wet, pink lips in full view as she bent down to kiss her way up Daphne’s long legs, starting at the knee. She grabbed Fleur’s long silvery hair, much lighter in color than her own golden blonde, and gathered it into a ponytail. Daphne let out a long, drawn-out moan when Fleur reached her drooling lips, her tongue and lips teasing around her most sensitive spots. Harry watched the beautiful moment for a minute of two, just enjoying the sight of two incredibly beautiful girls coming together passionately. Climbing up onto the bed, her knelt behind Fleur and ran his hands over her ass, possessively gripping and squeezing the soft, smooth flesh. Groping her for a few moments, and drawing a moan from her lips, he slid his hands up her incredibly smooth skin to her breasts, the dangling orbs spilling out of her large hands as he fondled them while kissing her neck.

Feeling the head of his cock rub against her sopping entrance, he sat back up on his knees. Grabbing the base of his shaft, his pushed his head up against her lips, spreading them open as he rubbed his wide head up and down between them. Fleur gave a desperate moan, buck back, trying to get him inside.

“Beg for it. Beg me to let him fuck you.” Daphne demanded, using Fleur’s ponytail to make her look up at her.

“S'il vous plait. Please, let ‘im fuck me. I need eet.” Fleur moaned, a real note of desperation in her voice.

When Daphne nodded at him, Harry drove himself forward quickly, burying his thick cock to the hilt in her unbelievably hot, tight pussy. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before. Her walls were hotter and hugged him tighter than anyone else he had ever been with, and, like her mouth, there was a wonderful burning, tingling sensation everywhere she touched him. Fleur gasped, arching her back as she was filled and stretched, her walls quivering around him at the sudden intrusion. Pulling back out slowly, Harry fucked her with long purposeful strokes, trying to make it last as long as possible.

“You love it don’t you? You love my man’s cock filling up your slutty cunt.” Daphne growled.

“Oui.” Fleur panted, barely able to get the word out. “’Arder. Please.”

Gripping her hips tightly, Harry increased his pace, pulling her back into him as he thrust forward. Daphne used the ponytail she was holding like a handle to pull Fleur’s face back to her slit, roughly rubbing it against her wet lips. Everyone stopped talking and the room was filled with the sounds of sex, moans and gasps. Despite his intention to make this encounter last as long as possible, he couldn’t control himself for long. The insane pleasure he felt from her inhuman pussy was driving him crazy. She was hotter, wetter, and tighter than he had ever felt before. His pace had started out reasonable, but soon, he was slamming into her, his thighs slapping loudly and violently against her upturned ass. It was a surprise when he heard Daphne reach her climax first, screaming to the heavens and arching her back as she drenched fleurs face with her arousal. The moment it ended, she let go of Fleur’s hair, finally leaving her free to express her pleasure vocally.

A stream of French left her lips. Although he couldn’t understand what she was saying, her tone told him all he needed to know. She was loving every second as much as he was. It was both a surprise, and a relief, when she came not long after Daphne. Fleur too screamed, soaking his shaft as her walls spasmed around his thrusting cock. It nearly took him over the edge, but he was able to hold off until it ended. As she came down from her high, Fleur collapsed onto Daphne’s lower stomach, her arms no longer able to hold her up. Harry leaned over her, his arms on either side of her head as he dominated her, slamming his throbbing cock into her quivering core with brutal force.

“’Arry!” She screamed.

Just moments after her first climax, she had her second, this one even more powerful. Again, her walls tightened and fluttered around him, determined to milk him dry. This time, Harry couldn’t hold back, dragged against his will to his peak. Burying his cock in her, he flooded her insides, coating her walls with a massive load of hot cum. Fleur let out a quivering coo, her walls clamping down on his length as his cum splashed against her insides. Even after he had finished, she still gripped him tightly, trying to pull every last drop from his shaft and holding him in place. It was almost a minute later that she finally relaxed, allowing his softening cock to slip out of her, a small dribble of white leaking out of her lips.

Harry rolled over onto his back, huffing as he tried to catch his breath. A few moments later, both girls crawled over to him, curling up on either side of his chest. Fleur leaned over him, her breasts dragging over his chest as she kissed Daphne and then him on the lips surprisingly tenderly.

“We need to do zhis again.” She said, smiling happily.

“Definitely.” Daphne agreed. “I meant what I said, feel free to borrow Harry if you want to. Just don’t forget to invite me once in a while.”

“Mmh, gladly.” Fleur said, licking her lips.