Be Careful What You Wish For Chapter 1 (Patreon)

It all started out so innocently.  Well, perhaps innocent isn’t the best word to describe lying to one’s sister in hopes that it would push her to dump her loser boyfriend, but Daphne certainly hadn’t intended for things to go as far as they ultimately did.

“Is he really that experienced?” Astoria asked, sounding small and uncertain. “I mean, I knew about Pansy, but…”

“Pansy desperately wanted to be Mrs. Malfoy and went to great lengths to keep Draco happy,” Daphne replied. “I doubt there’s a single sex act ever devised that she didn’t at least attempt to try and keep his attention, for all the good it did her.  I also have no idea if she’s the only one he’s ever been with.”

“But I’ve never done more than kiss a boy!” Astoria exclaimed. “How am I supposed to avoid ending up like her if I don’t know what the hell I’m doing?”

Daphne fought the urge to scoff at that thought.  She was well aware that boys were more likely to value inexperience than girls were, but she was also smart enough to recognize an opportunity when she saw one.

“I don’t know what to tell you, Stori,” she sighed. “When Harry and I got together, we were similarly inexperienced and had to learn together.  There were certain downsides to that, but we managed to learn what we liked at our own pace without any extra pressure.  I don’t know how that would have differed if he had enjoyed more of a relationship with the Weasley girl.”

“It wouldn’t have happened,” she thought to herself. “There’s no way the silly bint would have let him go if she had had him.”

“This sucks,” Astoria grumbled. “I finally find a boy I really like, and I have no idea what to do with him.”

“There are other boys out there,” Daphne said carefully.  She had tried to keep her distaste for Draco hidden, lest Astoria refuse to come to her when he inevitably hurt her. “I’m sure Blaise would be more than happy to take you out.  Tall, dark, and handsome, not to mention rich, you could do worse.”

“You don’t understand,” Astoria sighed. “I know that Draco has an unfortunate past, but that was just his father’s influence.  Hidden under all the pain and his terrible upbringing, there’s a sweet, caring man in there.  I just want to help him become the man I know he can be.  Together, the two of us could restore the Malfoy name.”

If anyone other than Astoria had said something that stupid, Daphne would have made fun of them to their face.  Romantic drivel had never failed to make her cringe, but her sister had always been different.

“What I need is sexual experience!” Astoria concluded.

“Wait what?”Daphne thought to herself.  Perhaps she should have been less surprised.  Though she was only a year older than her sister, Daphne had been mature for her age from the time she was a young girl, and Astoria had come to her for guidance on all manner of things through the years.  That didn’t change the fact that a request for sexual experience was just about the last thing that she expected to hear from her painfully innocent little sister.

“Meaning what, exactly?” Daphne asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Astoria blushed a bright red, perhaps just realizing what she had said.  “There must be some way to learn all of this stuff without actually needing a boy.”

Daphne felt a chill run down her spine as a terrible idea occurred to her.  Glancing down, she actually noticed goosebumps on her arms and pulled her robe tighter around her.

“It would be wrong,” she thought to herself. “Wrong, but so funny.”

“Well, you know the basics, of course,” Daphne said. “Tab A goes into slot B and all that.”

Astoria blushed again and stammered, “that...I’m not ready for that, but I could start with other things if I knew what to do.”

Daphne fought to keep the evil grin off of her face.  She knew that it was wrong, but the idea was just too tempting to avoid.

“I suppose I could help you,” Daphne said. “Giving you the theory is all well and good, but some lessons require practical demonstrations.”

“What kind of practical demonstration?” Astoria asked as Daphne routed through her bag.

Daphne pulled out a banana that she had snagged at breakfast and forgotten to eat and held it out in triumph.

“Bananas aren’t that much like penises, right?” Astoria asked.

“No, they’re not,” Daphne replied as she drew her wand, “but luckily for you, I’m rather good at transfiguration.”

Turning her wand on the helpless fruit, she watched it quickly change into a wooden replica of what it had just been.  Working away quietly, she changed it further, straightening it a bit and changing the stem into what would become the head.  She knew the penis that she had in mind like the back of her hand and could recreate it with her eyes closed.  Deciding to make this replica slightly smaller than the real one, she shaped every inch lovingly, losing herself in the process as she used her favorite field of magic for a project that she could never hand in for class.  Every bulging vein was formed perfectly from memory, as were the tightly pulled foreskin and bulbous glans.

“Um, Daph?” Astoria asked.

“Huh?” Daphne asked back.  She shook her head and blushed lightly when she realized that she had been gently stroking the slightly smaller replica of her boyfriend’s cock. “Oh, sorry.  Anyway, here’s your practical prop.”

“Wow,” Astoria breathed as she accepted the wooden cock.  It looked like it was made of polished beech wood and had been carved by a master woodcarver.  “Are all guys this big?”

“The lucky ones are,” Daphne thought smugly.  “I don’t know.  I’ve only seen the one.”

“The...Daphne!” Astoria exclaimed, sounding scandalized, “This is Harry’s?!  How am I supposed to look him in the eye again after this?”

“He doesn’t have to know,” Daphne replied.  That was technically true, though she was totally going to tell him. “You wanted practical sexual experience, and this is how you’re going to get it.”

“I can’t imagine Draco fitting something like this down there,” Astoria said in wonder, still examining the fake cock from every angle.

“You don’t have to worry about that,” Daphne thought snidely.

“We’re about the same height, and I manage with Harry,” Daphne said reassuringly.

“Right,” Astoria said, calming down. “So what practical lessons did you have in mind?”

“Well, handjobs are pretty self-explanatory so long as you remember not to go too hard,” Daphne said. “The guy will tell you if you do that wrong; trust me.  Blowjobs are a little harder.”

Astoria blushed again and said, “right, that…”

Daphne took the transfigured cock from her sister and gave her a warm smile, saying, “just watch me and do what I do.”

Daphne turned her attention to the wooden cock and gave the thick, bulbous head a wet kiss.  She gave little kisses and licks all along the underside of the cock, intimately aware of her wide-eyed audience.

“The most important advice I could give you for blowjobs would be to mind your teeth,” Daphne said. “It’s easy, especially if you really get going to make that mistake, and trust me, he’ll not be impressed.  The second most important piece of advice, though, would be to avoid the impulse to dive right in.  Nothing in sex should ever be rushed unless you specifically have to.  Teasing a bit to start things makes the eventual ending even more explosive.”

Daphne opened her mouth and took the toy between her lips, starting out by just sucking on the head before going further.  She moaned around it and stroked the lower half with her hand, twisting slightly.  She was doing this to teach Astoria, and that meant showing her the whole performance.  After a little while, she took the entire thing down her throat, using the carefully transfigured balls as a plug to stop her from going too far.  She pulled the spit-coated fake cock out and presented it to Astoria, whose mouth hung open at her display.

“What I did at the end there is called deepthroating,” she explained. “It can drive a man wild, but it can also take a while to get the technique for that down without choking.  For now, I just want you to work on getting it into your mouth and keeping your teeth off of it.”

She handed the shiny wooden cock back to her sister and noticed this time just how hilarious the innocent girl looked with it in her hands.  The sight was pretty hot too.

Astoria wrapped her hands around it gently, as if she thought that it might burst from the slightest bit of pressure.  She quickly got over that and gripped it more firmly as she brought the glans to her mouth.  Licking the tip, she flicked her tongue over it a few times, just getting a feel for the idea.  Once she felt a little more secure, she moved to the base and gave the underside a long, slow lick.  Daphne felt herself getting wet as she watched Astoria take the fake cock into her mouth and start to suck on it properly.  She was clearly an amateur, but her enthusiasm once she got over her initial inhibitions was arousing.

“She is fucking wasted on Draco,” Daphne thought to herself.  She wasn’t kidding about wanting to set her sister up with Blaise Zabini.  Though the older boy was the player that Daphne had suggested that Draco was, he had expressed an interest in dating seriously, and he knew exactly what Daphne would do to his balls if he hurt Astoria.

As Daphne was contemplating her desire to play matchmaker, Astoria continued bobbing her head up and down on the wooden replica of Harry’s cock, growing more and more confident until, finally, she tried to swallow him down her throat.  Daphne froze at the sight of her innocent sister deepthroating a giant fake cock, her throat bulging and her eyes tearing up.

“Astoria, don’t!” she cried, genuinely concerned.

Astoria pulled the whole thing out of her mouth with a gasp that nearly drowned out the loud, wet sound it made.

“Sorry, I just seemed to be doing so well,” she whimpered, looking embarrassed.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Daphne said reassuringly, taking the wooden cock from her. “I’m actually really impressed that you managed to do that at all.

“I just want to be good enough to keep his attention,” Astoria said. “I wanted to catch his eye for years, and now that I have I...I don’t want to mess it up.”

Daphne pulled Astoria in for a tight hug even as rage bloomed in her heart.  That spoiled arsehole wasn’t even close to being worthy of Astoria, and she was the one feeling inadequate.  The very idea left the blonde furious.

“Astoria, the only girl he’s ever seriously dated was Pansy, and you’re much prettier than her,” Daphne said.

Daphne might have been biased on that front, since not only was Astoria her sister, but the younger girl looked like her brunette clone.  Pansy was pretty enough, but she was shorter and thinner than Astoria and lacked the younger girl’s full lips and flawless porcelain skin.

“Thanks, Daph,” Astoria said, smiling and hugging her again.

“Anytime,” Daphne replied.

“What’s that?” Astoria asked.

Turning around to look at what she meant, Daphne noticed the covered painting sitting in the corner.  Harry had been kind enough to let her store the enchanted painting in his room while she waited to hand it in to Professor Flitwick.  There were many perks to dating the Head Boy, and the private room was one of them.  She had been waiting for him to finish his patrol when Astoria showed up.

“That is my painting,” Daphne said. “I finished the enchantments just before you got here.”

“Can I see it?” Astoria asked.

Daphne looked at the painting so that Astoria wouldn’t notice her sly grin as she said, “I don’t see why not.”

Walking over to the painting, she grabbed the sheet that she had thrown over it and pulled it off, revealing the work of art in all its glory.

“Wow,” Astoria said, and by both her tone and the redness of her cheeks, Daphne knew that she wasn’t talking about the magic.

The subject of the painting was her loving boyfriend, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and doing one of the muggle exercises that his cousin had shown him over the summer to apologize for being a cunt to him all his life.  Lifting a heavy weight over his chest as he lay on his back, the picture showed all of the rippling, yummy muscles he had developed over the last several months.

“He’s so...big,” Astoria whispered, looking entranced.

“As you learned,” Daphne giggled.

“Daph!” Astoria yelled, turning a bright red.

Eyeing the fake cock sitting on the bed she’d been sharing with Harry for the last couple months, Daphne said, “you should probably put that in your bag before he arrives.”

“Before he...tempus,” Astoria cast and then paled at the result. “Shit!  It’s been longer than I thought.”

Astoria scrambled to put her things away, especially the fake cock.

“Daphne?” she asked as she finished. “You seriously take this thing inside you?  I mean, doesn’t it hurt?”

“It did the first time,” Daphne admitted.

“But it got better, right?” Astoria asked.

“Stori, there’s nothing like it,” Daphne sighed, smiling.

“Good,” Astoria said.

Grinning, Daphne added, “you know, now that I think about it, that first time was pretty painful and messy.  Guys might like the idea of taking a girl’s virginity, but the actual process can be a bit of a pain.  If you want your first time with Draco to go more smoothly, it might be a good idea to pop your cherry yourself.”

“Po…” Astoria looked at her in shock. “Wouldn’t that be cheating?  Especially since it’s, you know…”

She trailed off, pointing to the painting.

“Astoria, it’s just wood,” Daphne said. “You’ll just be sparing Draco the bloody mess.”

“How bloody are we talking?” Astoria asked.

“More than a paper cut, less than we put up every month,” Daphne replied. “My advice would be to get yourself off first, and then, after getting the cock nice and wet, just go for it.  See how much you can take, try to get used to the feeling, and see if you can cum on it.  If not, then just take a long, hot bath, something I’d suggest after either way, and try again in a couple days when you’ve healed up.  The transfiguration should last for about a week.”

“Okay,” Astoria said, blushing again. “Sounds like a plan.  Um, I know he’s not Harry’s favorite person in the world, but if Draco asked, do you think Harry could teach him how to do that?”

She pointed again at the painting, and Daphne had to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing.  As if that pampered prince would ever bother with something like that.  Before she could reply, they heard the doorknob rattle, and Astoria let out a little eep, grabbing her bag as if fearful that its contents were visible.

Harry walked in, and Daphne practically purred at the sight.  The months since the war had done him a great deal of good.  Whether it was just eating right and getting away from the stress that had defined his life or a benefit to losing the dark magic in his scar, he had grown dramatically.  He now stood well over six feet tall and had developed some seriously delicious muscles to go with that height.  His eyes remained as gorgeous as ever.

“Hey, Daph,” he said in greeting, his voice low and rumbling, before noticing that they weren’t alone. “Oh, hi Astoria.”

“Hi,” Astoria squeaked. “Er, I was just leaving.  Bye”

With that awkward delivery, she practically bolted from the room, making Daphne laugh.

“What was with her...oh for fuck’s sake!” Harry exclaimed as he saw the uncovered painting.

“You knew that I’d be handing it in for class,” Daphne said.

“Yeah, but I never noticed how tight those shorts are,” Harry said.

“They’re black; you can barely see the massive bulge,” Daphne said dismissively, “and the focus of the animation is on these, anyway.”

She caressed one of his bulging biceps and felt her panties dampen.

“Technically speaking, the bench press does more for the chest than the arms,” Harry said halfheartedly as he looked away from the painting.

“Well, technically speaking, the painting isn’t why she was acting so weird,” Daphne bantered.

“What was it then?” Harry asked.

“I’ll tell you later,” Daphne replied. “How did your patrol go?”

“Same old, same old,” Harry sighed. “I hypocritically banished a couple trying to shag in a broom closet I’d happily shag you in and warned a few others about curfew.  Speaking of, will Astoria be alright?”

“She’s heading straight to the common room and can tell any prefects she runs into that she was just getting back from your room,” Daphne said, pulling him towards the bed. “They all know that I’m staying here, and none would draw your ire by messing with her.”

She got into bed and pulled him to sit down in front of her so she could start massaging his shoulders and neck.

“It’s scary to think that I could get used to this,” he sighed as he relaxed under her touch.

“Get used to what?” she asked, moving her hands up to scratch his scalp lightly.

“Being happy,” he whispered, practically melting into her.

Her heart soared at his words, and she reached down to kiss him. “You don’t need to be afraid of that.  I’m not going anywhere.”

He turned around and pinned her to the bed as they kissed, his tongue probing against hers.  She sucked on his tongue and then nibbled gently on his lower lip when he pulled back.

“Fuck, I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” Harry groaned. “I wanted nothing more than to come back here early.”

“Considering how much use we’ve gotten out of this room, it’s probably best to make sure that you’re doing everything required of you,” Daphne panted.

“That was the only reason I didn’t just rush back,” Harry said as he started to undress.

Daphne took the hint and started getting her own clothes off, throwing her robes into a pile on his desk.  She unhooked her bra and pulled it down, smirking as she saw Harry’s gaze go immediately to her large, perky breasts.  Her own gaze was drawn to his increasingly defined abs, and she let out a shuddering sigh.

“I can’t say that it makes up for how horridly his family treated you all those years, but I am really glad your cousin taught you those muggle exercises,” she said.

Harry grinned down at her, saying, “you really have a thing for muscles, huh?”

Daphne walked over and traced her hands over his hard body, reveling in the feel of him. “I’ve just never seen a man who looked like this before.”

Harry reached around to the back of her head, grabbed a handful of her long, blonde hair, and pulled back gently, exposing the slender column of her neck and making her whimper.

“This is just a few months of work aided by potions,” he growled, burying his face in the crook of her neck and kissing the sensitive spot. “Just imagine how much stronger I’ll be in a few years.”

“I won’t be able to resist you,” Daphne purred, imagining an even more muscle-bound Harry.

“Like you can now?” he chuckled.

Daphne narrowed her eyes at him, but she couldn’t stop the small smile that appeared on her face.  He wasn’t wrong; she knew.

“You try dating the sexist fucking thing in this castle and stop yourself from jumping their bones whenever you can,” she retorted.

“I don’t have to,” he said, craning his neck down to bury his face between her tits.

“Ah, fuck!” she cried as he kneaded her mounds with his large hands and sucked on her hard nipples.  “Let me suck your cock!”

Harry straightened and gave her a hungry look that made her dripping cunt throb.  “You want to suck this cock?”

“So badly,” Daphne panted, practically shaking with need.  Her sex lesson with Astoria had turned her on more than she realized.

“Well, don’t let me stop you,” Harry chuckled, undoing his belt and pulling his pants down, freeing the monster they contained.

The first time Daphne saw Harry’s cock, she felt equal parts arousal and fear.  She figured that there were probably a couple men in the castle who outsized her hunk of a boyfriend, but neither one was human.  Learning to take every punishingly thick inch of the mammoth member in her pussy and down her throat had been a challenge, but one that she had enjoyed every moment of.  Sinking to her knees, she wrapped both her hands around his cock and gave loving little kisses to his still-exposed head.

“Fuck, I love your mouth, baby,” Harry groaned deeply as she swirled her tongue around his sensitive glans.  She giggled, kissing her way down his shaft towards his sack, and sucked one of his large balls between her lips, making him moan, “fucking hell!”

“Such big balls deserve to be worshiped,” Daphne giggled before switching to the other one.  She kept lazily stroking his cock as she sucked on his balls, not enough to make him cum, but just enough to tease him further.  She kept going until his scrotum was slick with her spit and his precum was leaking down the shaft.  Licking her way back up, she gathered the slightly salty fluid on her tongue and moaned at the taste.  She couldn’t hold herself back any more and started bobbing her head up and down on him.

“Sometimes, I swear you enjoy this more than sex,” Harry  groaned, grabbing her head.

Daphne pulled back, letting his cock slip out of her mouth with a loud pop, and said, “I don’t think I enjoy anything more than sex at this point, but sucking this giant cock of yours is a close second.”

She stroked his cock with her hands for a second, contemplating if she should tell him what she wanted to now or wait until after before deciding that it could be fun.

“When Astoria saw your portrait, her jaw actually dropped,” she giggled.

“You said that wasn’t why she was acting so weird,” Harry said.

“Oh, it wasn’t,” Daphne assured him. “She did ask if you could teach Draco how to work out like this.”

“As fucking if,” Harry hissed. “He’d bitch and moan the entire time.”

“I had to stop myself from laughing at the idea,” Daphne admitted before going back down on him.

“Why was...oh fuck, that’s good...she here?” he asked, groaning as she pressed her tongue on a particularly sensitive spot.

“For some unfathomable reason, she wants to fuck her boyfriend and wanted advice,” Daphne said.

“Really, not a visual I need right now,” Harry said.

“It’s not like I’m trying to make you cum just yet, but I wouldn’t have brought it up if that was the whole story,” Daphne said, grinning. “She’s never done anything more than kiss a guy, and she wanted a way to get experience, so I transfigured a fake cock for her.”

“You gave Astoria a dildo?” Harry asked incredulously.

“Is that what they’re called?” Daphne asked. “Anyway, yes, I did, and I modeled it after you.”

Before Harry could even process that, Daphne swallowed his cock to the root, burying her nose in his pubic hair.

“GLURCK! GLURCK! GLURCK!”

Daphne hadn’t had much of a gag reflex to begin with and had long since trained it away, but the exaggerated gagging sounds she made when she deepthroated him turned him on more than he cared to admit.

“You...fucking hell, Daph...you did what?” he moaned.

“I gave my baby sister a wooden copy of your big, thick cock to play with,” Daphne replied, her voice dripping with sin.

“You two were born ten months apart,” he pointed out.

“Semantics,” Daphne said.

“Why would you do that?” Harry asked.

“To be honest, I hope that after experiencing a real cock, she’ll be disappointed enough by Draco to dump him,” Daphne said.

“A fake real cock,” Harry chuckled. “I swear, I thought I disliked the ferret.”

“You had to put up with him far less than I did,” Daphne spat. “That self-important, arrogant piece of shit was the bane of my existence for years.  He became convinced in our third year that he and I would make the perfect couple.  Maybe because we were both heirs to important pureblood families, maybe because we’re both blonde and blue-eyed, I honestly don’t know.  All I can say is that he spent years trying to make me see things his way.  He grew downright insufferable in our fifth year when he thought that the snake-faced prick would conquer the country.  I kept it from Astoria because I didn’t want to bother her.  She was even more innocent back then, but it turns out I shouldn’t have.  I didn’t even realize she had a crush on him.”

“Have you told her any of this?” Harry asked, silently growing angry that Malfoy had ever dared try to go after Daphne.

“It wouldn’t make much difference,” Daphne sighed. “He never tried to force himself on me, or anything like that, probably both because he knew what I’d do to him and because he was always more bark than bite.  He was just an entitled, arrogant prick who made it clear almost daily for a while that once his precious dark lord was running things, we’d end up together one way or another.”

She scowled at the memory for a moment.

“At any rate, she’s convinced he’s changed,” Daphne sighed, rolling her eyes. “Stori’s always had a thing for wounded birds, literally once or twice, and she sees him as a victim of his father and Voldemort, who could be her perfect prince if she can just put the pieces together.”

“So you thought that giving her a copy of my cock would help?” Harry asked.

“Pansy once tried to convince me that women don’t have orgasms,” Daphne snorted. “I know exactly what Stori would be in for with him.  I just hope that after a ride on your firebolt, she’ll recognize that he’s inadequate and run for the hills.”

Harry had found early on in their relationship that he enjoyed Daphne’s over-the-top praise, and this was no exception.  Pulling her to him, he whispered, “you’re such a good sister.”

“The best,” Daphne breathed, her gorgeous blue eyes darkening with lust.

Harry kissed her deeply as he reached down to pull her silk panties over her generous ass.  He cupped the plump, round cheeks and kneaded them hungrily.

“I want to taste you,” he said, making her shiver.

“Please, baby, just fuck me,” she begged, quivering in his arms. “Watching Astoria suck your cock got me wet enough.”

He pulled back and looked at her, lust and shock on his face. “You watched?”

She shivered under his heated gaze. “Stori wanted to learn how to suck cock, so I showed her how I worship you and then got her to do it.  She was actually really good for a first…”

He was on her in an instant, pushing her to the bed and snogging her soundly.  He kicked off his pants and ripped her panties off in his desperation to get her legs spread.  Lining himself up with her sopping cunt, he pushed home in a one long thrust.

“Yes!” she cried, clutching her to him tightly.

“You’re going to limp for a week,” he growled.

“Promises, promises,” Daphne said, a teasing grin on her face.  He pulled half of his cock out of her pussy, her taut lips clinging to him as he went, and slammed it back inside, making her face contort in pleasure.

Normally he had to work up to a pace like this for it to be enjoyable for them both, but she was as wet as he had ever felt her and didn’t seem to be in the mood for slow sex.

“You got this wet watching your sister suck my cock?” Harry asked.

“And sucking your real cock,” Daphne corrected.  “It was so...gah...so hot!  She’s fucking natural.  Fucking wasted on that nonce!”

Of all the things Harry might have expected to talk about in bed with his girlfriend, Draco fucking Malfoy would have ranked at just about the bottom of the list.  He’d be lying if he said that her distaste for his old school foe wasn’t a surprising turn-on, though.

“You’re a little brat, you know,” Harry said. “Handing my cock out without my permission, you’ve been a bad girl.”

“I’m sorry, Harry,” Daphne giggled, well aware that he wasn’t upset. “It just seemed so funny, and it turned out to be so hot.”

“Well,” he said, rolling them over, “why don’t you ride that cock like you’re sorry?”

“Yes, sir!” Daphne breathed, grabbing his muscular shoulders for support as she started rolling her hips on him.

Harry let her set the pace to start with, content to just enjoy the ride and watch her gorgeous tits sway with her every move.

“Do you think she’s riding it right now?” he asked, his voice low and rumbling.

“Oh fuck, I hope so!” Daphne cried, the movement of her hips growing erratic.  Harry grabbed her hips and started thrusting up to meet her, pounding her little pussy.

“I bet she’s just as much of a size queen as her sister,” he teased, delighting in the look of sheer desire his words gave her. “Bet she’ll be as addicted to that dildo as you are to me in no time.”

“Yes!” Daphne cried, her inner walls quivering as her orgasm built rapidly. “She’ll be ruined for that shrimp-dick loser!”

“What will you do if she comes back after the magic wears off?” Harry asked.

“I’ll...I’ll...cumming!” she screamed as she came.

Daphne fell forward as her orgasm rocked her, and Harry sat up, holding her tight and fucking her through the mind-melting climax.  She buried her face in his neck, whimpering and moaning as wave after wave of ecstasy coursed through her.  Harry held on through it, turned on as all hell but nowhere near his own orgasm yet.  As her convulsions ceased, Daphne collapsed against him, panting hard.

“Holy fuck,” she whimpered into his ear, sounding half-delirious.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he growled, pulling his throbbing cock from her depths and dropping her on the bed on her stomach.  He buried himself inside her with ease and started fucking her prone form hard.

“More, more!” Daphne cried, losing herself to the utter rapture her boyfriend was inflicting on her.

“I don’t think that this was about Astoria or Malfoy at all,” he whispered in her ear, his tongue flicking out to trace its gentle curve. “I think this was about showing off.”

Daphne tried to reply, but only a gurgle came out.  When she tried to raise herself up onto her forearms, Harry pushed her back down, holding her as he absolutely pounded her fluttering little hole.

“It’s the same reason you painted that scene for Flitwick,” he said. “You wanted the whole school to know how built I am, just like you wanted your sister to know how big my cock is!”

“YES!” she screamed, her whole body going taut as the mother of all climaxes built inside her. “I wanted...them all to...FUCK...know what a fucking stud you are!”

Daphne’s words, her depravity, and the feeling of her beautiful cunt around his cock were proving too much, and Harry knew that he had to end this quickly if he didn’t want to cum before her.  Raising his hand, he brought it down on her ass, making the cheek ripple mesmerizingly and her scream.

“You...are...such a...bad...girl,” Harry growled, spanking her to punctuate each word.

“CUMMING!” Daphne shrieked at the top of her lungs, her back arching towards him.  She fell forward, a convulsing, screaming wreck, as her orgasm thundered through her.

Harry flooded with her pussy as he came hard.  Spurt after spurt of his cum shot from his cock, painting her womb white.  He couldn’t recall ever cumming that hard before, and it took everything he had to stop from collapsing on top of her as it finally ended.  He pulled out of her, watching for a moment as a torrent of his seed spilled from her gaping pussy to join the puddle of her own fluids on the bed, before rolling over and falling next to her.  Staring at the ceiling as he panted for breath, Harry could only laugh.

“That was...insane,” he panted.

Daphne gave an affirmative-sounding moan, not sounding like she was up to using words just yet.  Perhaps the fact that they had some of the best sex that they had ever had while talking about her sister should have been a clue that things were about to get very complicated for them, but neither one could focus in that moment on anything beyond how good it had felt.