Be Careful What You Wish For Chapter 2 (Patreon)

It was a very sore yet very happy Daphne who made her way to the Great Hall for breakfast the next day.  Her limp was more pronounced than it had been since the first time she and Harry slept together, and she would have taken a potion, but she welcomed the ache and the exhaustion.  Every twinge as he walked was a reminder of the hours of intense, mind-melting pleasure she had enjoyed the night before.  By her side, holding her hand in his much larger one, an equally tired Harry walked.

“I’m bloody glad our first class doesn’t start for a couple hours,” Harry grumbled.

“Tired love?” Daphne asked, an impish grin on her face.

“You know I am,” he whispered in her ear, “you insatiable minx.”

Daphne felt heat pool in her core at his words and winced.  The last thing she needed in that moment was to be horny.  The two of them wandered into the hall and noticed Tracey Davis sitting by herself at the Gryffindor table.  Daphne’s oldest friend hadn’t taken long after the start of the school year to join Daphne in sitting with the lions.  As the strawberry blonde noticed them, she waved and pointed to the empty spots in front of her.

“You just missed Hermione,” she said the moment they sat down.

“Did she say where she went?” Harry asked.

“Something about an enchanting question for Flitwick,” Tracey replied. “You two are late.”

Daphne responded to her knowing look with a smug smile. “We had a late night.”

Harry cleared his throat and dug into his breakfast, blushing lightly.  It amused Daphne to no end that her dominant, confident, painfully sexy boyfriend still got uncomfortable when Daphne even hinted at their sex life to others in front of him.

“You two think you’ll be awake in time for Charms?” Tracey asked.

“That’s what tea is for,” Daphne replied, holding up her cup.

“I suppose that…” Tracey trailed off as her attention was grabbed by something near the entrance to the hall. “Um, Daph?  Don’t look now, but I’d say that things between Astoria and Draco are going well.”

Daphne furrowed her brow in confusion, looked where Tracey was staring, and had to fight to keep from laughing.  Her sister looked a lot like her in general, but at that moment she looked very nearly as well-fucked as well.  Limping and practically glowing, the brunette made her way to the Slytherin table, where Draco was too engrossed in the Prophet to even notice her before she sat next to him.  Harry grunted softly at the sight and turned slightly red again.  She wasn’t merciless enough to reach over and feel his tender cock to make sure, but she assumed that he hardened at the sight and what he knew it meant.

“I’m still confident that he’ll fuck it up in time,” she said coolly, keeping her expression as blank as possible.  There was nothing at all to be gained from even hinting at what she suspected, not even to her best friend.

Astoria had surprised her, she had to admit.  Daphne figured that the innocent girl would need at least a couple days to talk herself into taking Harry’s firebolt for a ride, but apparently the seventh year hadn’t even waited one.

“I hope, for your sake, that you’re right,” Tracey said with a shudder. “I can’t imagine frigging Malfoy at my family dinners for the next few decades.

“Neither can I,” Daphne said, her voice icy. “Neither can I.”

“Um, Harry?” a nervous-sounding voice came from behind them.

Harry tensed and turned to see Neville Longbottom standing there, the reason for his tension, standing next to their yearmate.  Things had been awkward between the two Gryffindors since their return to Hogwarts.  Technically speaking, neither Neville nor Ginny had done anything wrong when they got together during the previous year, as Harry had broken up with the redhead, but it was still a cause for tension.  That Neville was a prefect and Harry the headboy meant that they couldn’t outright avoid each other either.

“Do you have the updated schedule?” Neville asked. “A couple of the fifth-year prefects were asking.”

“Yeah,” Harry replied, reaching into his robe to pull out some rolled-up parchment. “Could you hand them out for me?”

“Of course,” Neville said, taking the parchment.

Daphne watched the short exchange and looked over at Ginny for a moment.  It was with a strange mixture of gratitude and contempt that she regarded the youngest Weasley.  Keeping her head down had allowed her to get through the tyranny of the Carrows relatively unscathed, a luxury that she knew few outside of Slytherin could say.  She didn’t necessarily blame the redhead for seeking comfort in a time of war or falling for the closest thing the castle had to a hero while Harry was out doing the legwork to finish the dark lord off, but she couldn’t understand choosing anyone over the boy she was rapidly falling for.

The Harry she found drunk in the Leaky one night had been a broken shell of a man, and what had started out as an attempt to polish her own image by helping Britain’s hero out of his funk had turned into so much more.  So it was that Daphne could owe Ginny Weasley for the greatest thing in her life and still hate her for hurting Harry.

“One of these days you’re going to have to stop looking at the girl with murder eyes,” Tracey murmured quietly to her as Ginny and Neville left.

Harry turned to them, looking unbothered and relaxed, but Daphne leaned her head on his shoulder and stroked his arm anyway.

“I’m over it,” he whispered to her, kissing her temple. “You don’t have to keep acting like I’ll fall apart every time I see those two.”

“I know,” Daphne replied just as quietly. “I just like taking care of you.”

“You two are disgustingly cute,” Tracey said dryly. “Anyway, I need to grab a book, and I’m busy all day, so I’ll head to the library now.  I’ll see you later.”

“Later, Trace,” Daphne said.

“See you,” Harry said.

“You noticed Stori’s limp, right?” Daphne whispered in his ear the second that Tracey was gone.

“Yes,” Harry replied, “and thank you for not feeling me up over it.  I know you thought about it.”

“You know me so well,” Daphne chuckled. “I wonder what caused her to walk so funny.”

“You know damn well,” Harry groaned under his breath.

Daphne just laughed.

*****

“Ron says that the shop is coming along well,” Hermione said as she put on her earrings.

“How’s George doing?” Harry asked.

“There are good days and bad,” Hermione sighed, “though apparently he and Angelina have been leaning on each other a lot.”

“Really?” Harry asked. “I wonder if there’s anything there.”

“I can’t imagine that wouldn’t be awkward,” Hermione commented.

“It’s not like it’s never happened before, I’m sure,” Harry commented. “A guy and his late brother’s widow, I mean, not that they were married, of course.”

“The only one I can think of off the top of my head is Henry the eighth,” Hermione said, “and he’s not a good example of anything.”

The door to the little common room in the head’s suite opened then, and Daphne walked in.

“Oh, hey, Hermione,” she said, “heading out?”

“Hello, Daphne, and yes,” Hermione said as she put on her shoes. “Ron’s waiting for me in Hogsmeade.”

“Say hi to him for me,” Harry said.

“Will do, and...try to make it to your bedroom this time,” Hermione said flatly, reddening slightly.

Harry himself blushed at the memory of what Hermione had walked in on the last time she had gone to Hogsmeade.

“We did apologize,” Daphne said.

“No, Harry apologized; you found it hilarious,” Hermione hissed.

“I’m sorry, Hermione, but you looked so much like bloody McGonagall,” Daphne said, trying not to laugh at the memory.

“Just keep it in the bedroom,” Hermione sighed.

“We will,” Harry promised, “and sorry again.”

“Bye, you two,” Hermione said, locking the door behind her as she left.

“That was your fault, you know,” Harry said teasingly.

“Was it now?” Daphne asked in the same tone.

“You laid down on the sofa, hiked up your skirt, and showed me that you weren’t wearing underwear,” Harry said. “What was I supposed to do?”

“Baby, you did exactly what you were supposed to do,” Daphne purred, running her fingers through his perpetually messy black hair. “I suppose, for Hermione’s sake, I’ll have to wait until we’re in there to show you what I’m not wearing.”

“Fuck, Daphne,” Harry groaned.

“That’s the idea, lover,” Daphne giggled, leading him by the hand to his bed.

After kicking off her shoes, she unwrapped the robes around her that she had charmed to look more covering than they were and let them pool at her feet, revealing that under the robes she had on only socks.  Harry’s emerald-green eyes darkened with lust as he looked up and down.

“This is all you were wearing?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous-sounding.  He wasn’t actually upset with her, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t planning to spank her arse red for being the little hellcat that she was.

“Uhuh,” she replied, sitting on the edge of the bed and crossing her legs. “I got changed before I joined you in the Great Hall, meaning that at any point during dinner, if the charms had failed and I moved the wrong way, you’d have gotten quite the show.”

“Anyone else could have as well,” Harry growled.

Daphne gasped softly at his tone, her icy eyes darkening to match his. “I didn’t think of that.  I guess you’ll just have to punish me for messing up like that.”

Harry sat down, his cock throbbing in anticipation of what was to come. “Across my lap, pet.”

Daphne shuddered and moved into position.  She mewled as Harry rubbed the bountiful cheeks of her full, round arse with his large right hand, preparing to rain blows down on the sensitive skin.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“Who in the…” Daphne went to ask, only to be cut off by even more urgent-sounding knocking.

“Damn it all,” Harry cursed. “I’ll go see who it is.”

“No,” Daphne said as she wrapped her robes around herself hurriedly. “You stay here and get comfortable.  If its someone looking for you, I can tell them off with more venom than you can, and if they’re looking for me, well, they wouldn’t bother me unless it was important.”

She rushed off, and Harry just shook his head.  His girlfriend did have a point about who was better at expressing displeasure between the two of them.  He removed his robes and folded them carefully, setting them on his dresser.  Some more traditional wizards and witches wore much less under their robes, but he had long felt more comfortable with a shirt and pants underneath.  Removing the shirt, he had just placed it on the folded robes when he heard who had interrupted them.

“Daph!” Astoria cried, sounding upset.

“Astoria, what’s wrong?” Daphne asked, all of the irritation melting from her voice as concern took its place.

“Fuck,” he muttered to himself at the sound of the weeping girl.

Reaching into the bottom drawer of the dresser, he pulled out a bottle of Ogden’s finest he had been gifted, one of many, in fact and poured himself a glass.  That sounded like it would take a while, and he knew from experience that he was nearly useless at comforting crying girls.

“Draco...he…” Astoria stuttered.

“Fucking Malfoy,” he thought to himself.  He might not have disliked his old school rival as much as he once did, but he’d probably never like the arrogant ass.  The fact that he was keeping Harry from getting laid at the moment wasn’t helping him on that front.

“What did he do?” Daphne demanded, already sounding murderous. “I swear, if he hurt you, I’m going to feed him his own bits!”

“He did...it wasn’t...it’s not like that,” Astoria said, trying to get herself under control. “I was just really looking forward to this date.  I was planning to...well, it’s not important.  We weren’t ten minutes in, though, when some older wizard I’ve never met came in, gave him what had to be terribly bad news, and the next thing I know, he’s furious and stalking off with that guy.  He barely even remembered to say sorry.”

“He’s an asshole,” Daphne spat. “You deserve better than someone who treats you like an afterthought!”

“He just has a lot going on right now,” Astoria protested. “His father fucked everything up, and trying to get the family’s finances straightened out has been really taxing.”

“Plenty of busy people find time for their significant others,” Daphne argued.

“I’m the problem,” Astoria said bitterly. “I thought after...that favor you did for me that I’d stop feeling like a little girl trying on her mother’s clothes when I go out with him, but I still feel so much younger than I really am, and I think that affects how he sees me.”

“I…” Daphne tried to say, and even from that one word, Harry could hear the frustration in her voice.

He didn’t know why Astoria had so little self-esteem.  All that Daphne had ever said on the subject was that she was very sheltered growing up and didn’t have the same carefree childhood that she did, but Harry wondered just what kind of sheltered upbringing would have this result.

“What if there was a way for you to gain real experience?” Daphne asked.

“What do you mean?” Astoria asked.

“I’m talking about practicing everything on an actual boy,” Daphne replied.

“She doesn’t mean…” Harry thought to himself.

“Cheat on Draco?” Astoria asked.

“If things continue the way they have been, do you think that you’ll lose him?” Daphne asked.

“Yes, I do,” Astoria sighed, sounding miserable.

“Then you have nothing to lose,” Daphne said. “You’d just need to find a boy who you could trust to help you gain the experience you need while being discreet.  Draco would never need to find out, and if this is the thing that helps you get your happily ever after with him, then it will be well worth it.”

“Um, I guess,” Astoria said, sounding unsure.

“Um, Daphne?” Harry asked, walking out of the room.

“Harry?!” Astoria exclaimed at his sudden appearance.  Looking back at Daphne, she blushed and asked, “Harry?”

“You could trust him to be discreet,” Daphne said, “and you know he’s good.”

“I...I mean, if you’re okay with it,” Astoria said, her eyes roving over his bare chest.

“I am,” Daphne said. “After all, I’ve already kind of shared him with you.”

“Astoria,” Harry said, “why don’t you wait in my room for a moment while I talk to Daphne?”

“Okay,” Astoria said, her voice breathy.

Casting a quick muffliato spell, Harry turned to Daphne and said, “have you lost your mind?”

“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve had to listen to my sister blame herself for Draco being a cunt?!” Daphne snarled. “They’ve been dating for a couple months, and I’m already sick of it.  It doesn’t matter how many times I try to tell her that she deserves better; she refuses to believe it, so I need you to fuck her until she does.”

“How does that even make sense?” Harry asked.

Daphne took a deep breath and blinked a couple angry tears out of her eyes. “I’ll go into more detail later, but suffice to say that my parents believed that Astoria was really sick as a girl, and though she turned out to be fine, they never got over that fear and never stopped treating her like she was made of glass.  She wasn’t allowed to do anything as a kid, and it fucked her up.  She feels insecure about how much she never did as a kid and feels like people see her as younger than she is.”

“Oh,” Harry said.  That explained a little of it, at least.

“Make her a woman, Harry,” Daphne sighed. “Make her feel like a woman, and hopefully she’ll gain the confidence to realize that she deserves better than Draco fucking Malfoy.”

“Wouldn’t it be cheating, though?” Harry asked. “Cheating on you, I mean.  Fuck Malfoy.”

“It’s not cheating if I okay it, and I’m in the room,” Daphne said. “Don’t get me wrong, if this was anyone other than Stori…”

“Feed me my own bits?” Harry asked, echoing her earlier threat.

“You know I’m far too fond of these,” Daphne replied, cupping his cock and balls through his pants. “Tell me you’ll fuck my sister.”

“You know, I should have known that even my relationship wouldn’t be normal,” Harry chuckled.

“Normal’s overrated,” Daphne said.

Canceling his spell, Harry walked back into his bedroom to find Astoria downing a glass of firewhiskey.

“Sorry,” she said as she burped fire in his direction. “I just thought that it would help with the nerves.”

“Relax, Astoria,” Harry sighed. “You have no idea how many bottles of that stuff I was gifted after killing Voldemort.  I probably won’t have to buy firewhiskey for years.”

“Perks of being a hero,” Daphne snickered. “Now we know why you do all these crazy things.”

“Yes, Daph, killing the psycho who had been after me since I was a baby was my way of getting my hands on a cellar full of whiskey,” Harry said drolly.

“So, how do you want me?” Astoria asked, taking off her coat.

“Malfoy walked away from that?” Harry asked himself as he saw what she was wearing.  Her red dress robes were conservative and tasteful, but the cut of them still highlighted her large, pale breasts and showed off more than enough cleavage to draw his eye.

“Hair aside, we could be twins,” Daphne purred as she walked around him to her sister. “Same curves in the same, lovely places.”

“Daph!” Astoria exclaimed, sounding embarrassed.

“Lesson one, dear sister,” Daphne said as she walked behind Astoria. “Men are visual creatures, and you, like myself, are a feast for the eyes.”

Without warning, Daphne untied the straps holding the dress up and pulled it down to reveal Astoria’s full, gorgeous tits.

“EEP!” the younger girl squeaked, her hands going to her breasts.

“No bra?” Daphne asked, sounding surprised.

“None of them looked good with this,” Astoria hissed.

Harry walked up to her while she was glaring at her sister and traced a finger over her bare arm. “Astoria?”

She looked at him, her blue eyes as wide as saucers.

“You’re stunning,” he murmured, his eyes tracing down to her breasts and back to her eyes.

“You...you really think so?” she asked, her voice breathy.

“I do,” he said, moving her hands away from her breasts.  She moved without the faintest hint of delay, the porcelain skin of her face turning a deep pink under his hungry gaze. “Perfect from head to toe.”

“I...I am?” she asked, breathing more heavily.  Harry still had her hands in his and subtly moved the thumb of his left to her wrist.  Her pulse was rapid, her heart clearly pounding in her chest.

“Tell me, do you want this?” he asked, his voice just a whisper.

“Yes,” she breathed, her eyes lowering to his crotch, observing the massive bulge created by his rock-hard cock. “Merlin, yes!”

Harry wrapped a hand around the back of her head and pulled her in for a deep, passionate kiss.  She melted into him instantly, deepening the kiss before he had the chance to, moaning into his mouth.  He couldn’t believe what an eager thing she was, starved for affection, for passion, and pleasure.  He would show her all that she was missing before he was done with her.

Daphne took the opportunity while they were kissing to pull her dress robes down the rest of the way until they were pooled at her feet, and she was wearing naught but panties, socks, and shoes.  By the time Astoria broke the kiss and gasped for breath, her eyes were dark with pent-up lust.

“A woman as beautiful as you deserves to be kissed well and often,” Harry said.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed like that,” Astoria whimpered, trembling in his arms.

“A tragedy,” Harry rumbled, his eyes roving over her entire body.

He wrapped his arm around her, exploring her back and cupping the full, round cheeks of her arse as his tongue dominated hers.  Her reactions were so similar to Daphne’s, and he was so used to what the other girl liked that he didn’t hesitate to bring one of his large hands down to spank her.  She squealed in pain and shock and pulled back to stare at him.

“Sorry,” Harry said as he rubbed the area soothingly. “It’s something I like doing, but I forgot for a second that this was your first time.”

Daphne quite liked being spanked in bed, finding that the initial pain of being struck turned quickly enough to a pleasant and even pleasurable heat.  As Astoria rubbed her ass, he swore that he saw the same look of enjoyment in her eye that Daphne often got.

“I’m actually okay with it,” she said quietly. “It hurt, but it also felt kinda good.”

Harry heard Daphne whimper as he kissed Astoria again.  It seemed that the two had more in common than he realized.  Their kisses grew more passionate, and the little whimpers she made as he sucked on her lower lip or worked his tongue against hers were making his cock throb in his pants.  She was so responsive already that Harry was wondering just what she’d be like when he was inside her.

Astoria started exploring his body with her small hands, feeling up the muscles of his strong arms and broad shoulders.  Her increasingly obvious desire for him made him smirk as he continued to kiss her.  When he cupped her breasts, she broke the kiss and cried out.

“Oh!” she moaned, head thrown back as an unfamiliar pleasure assaulted her senses.

“Such perfect tits,” he mused, looking down at her full mounds and the small pink nipples that looked like they could cut glass in that moment.

“As much as I’m sure you’d love to explore every inch of her beautiful body,” Daphne said, “I think there’s another lesson she needs to learn.”

“Lesson?” Astoria asked.

“Do you see how hard he is?” Daphne asked, groping him through his pants, making him hiss.

“You’re so big,” Astoria breathed, her eyes fixed on his covered length.

“You did that to him, sis,” Daphne said.

“I...well, we’re both nearly naked,” Astoria protested.

“No, this was you,” Daphne said, grinning at her. “This big, hard cock is all for you right now.  I think you should see it up close.”

“Your sister’s given you a present, Astoria,” Harry said, his voice low and authoritative. “You should unwrap it.”

Astoria whimpered and sank to her knees as if compelled.  She fumbled a bit as she undid his belt and fly, a combination of inexperience and nervous, shaking hands, but quickly enough she managed to pull his pants down over his cock, and her jaw dropped at the sight.

“You’re even bigger than the wooden one!” Astoria exclaimed, staring at his cock in awe. “I know Daphne said the wooden one was a replica of you, but I didn’t think you’d really be that big, much less even bigger.”

“You should learn to trust me more,” Daphne said as she sat down to watch the show. “Now, show Harry what I taught you.”

She wrapped her hand around his length, her eyes going wide when she saw that her fingers didn’t touch.  Harry placed his hand over hers and guided her in stroking him gently, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin.  She had either practiced this on the dildo or was a very quick study, as she soon worked his shaft with surprising skill.

“That’s it, baby,” Harry said, running his fingers through her long, dark hair.  She perked up at his praise and started stroking him faster. “Come here.”

He took her by the hand and led her to the bed, bringing her to sit next to him.  He kissed her again, cupping one of her breasts.  She responded hungrily and went back to stroking his cock, seemingly unwilling to be parted from it for long.  He tweaked her nipple and chuckled when she gasped.  Through the corner of his eye, he could see Daphne playing with herself as she watched her boyfriend and her sister grope each other and make out.  This was hottest thing he had ever experienced.

“Taste him, Stori,” Daphne called out, sounding impatient.

Astoria looked up at him as if seeking his permission, and Harry fought the urge to laugh.  As if he would ever say no to that.

“You heard her,” he said, spreading his legs and stroking his cock.

Astoria shuddered and moved to kneel between his legs.  She took his cock in hand again and inhaled the scent before placing a big, wet kiss just below his head.  She peppered hot kisses all over his length.  He could see Daphne’s influence in her technique, and she had clearly given her sister a lesson or two, but Daphne wasn’t why Astoria looked like she wanted to devour him whole.  The lust and desire in her eyes were intense, and she looked almost entranced as she worshipped him with her hot little mouth.

“Holy fuck!” he cried when she moved to his balls and sucked one of them between her lips.

“Did I do something wrong?” she asked.

“No, baby, I was just surprised,” Harry said.

“Where did you learn that?” Daphne asked. “I didn’t cover ball sucking.”

“I just thought it would feel good,” Astoria said with a shrug.

“It did,” Harry laughed. “Just keep in mind that as gentle as you have to be with my cock, you have to be ten times gentler with my balls.”

“Okay,” she nodded before going back down.

“You’re such a good girl,” Harry groaned, gripping the sheets around him.  Astoria Greengrass was sucking his balls while her sister watched.  It was about time that the strangeness that defined his life took on a pleasant tone.

Astoria gave his balls some more tender care for a minute before licking her way up his shaft.  Sucking the head of his cock into her mouth, she moaned at the taste of his precum.  She swirled her tongue around the head expertly and started taking more and more of him.

“Oh shit, Astoria, that’s good,” Harry groaned.  Her perfect little mouth felt incredible, and though her inexperience showed a little, her sheer enthusiasm more than made up for it.

It occurred to him that this was her first blowjob.  She was going to be an absolute sexpot down the line, and Harry found himself agreeing with his girlfriend that she was utterly wasted on Malfoy.  Looking over at Daphne, he saw she had three fingers pistoning in and out of her cunt while she rubbed her clit in tight little circles.  Her face was a picture of ecstasy as she watched the two of them; her own private sex show.  Astoria grew bolder as she went, taking him deeper and deeper until she made herself gag.  She pulled back to catch her breath, and Harry felt his cock throb at the sight of the string of spit connecting her mouth to him.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, I just needed to breathe,” Astoria replied.

“In time, you’ll learn to breathe through your nose,” Daphne commented. “Harry, do you want to cum in her mouth or move on?”

Harry gave it a moment’s thought.  He could cum multiple times a night with ease, and with the both of them naked and eager for him, he would probably have more trouble going soft than getting hard, but he was also pretty eager to see how Astoria would respond to pleasure.

“Lay on your back,” he ordered, delighting in the way that she shivered at his tone.

She did as he told her and spread her legs, giving him a clear view of her thoroughly soaked panties.  The white material was so wet that he could see her pink little slit clearly, and he wanted nothing more than to push it aside and bury himself to the hilt in her heat.  This was her first time, though, and so even though she looked unbelievably wet, he knew that he had to take things slowly.

Moving up to her breasts, Harry started sucking on her nipples, alternating back and forth between them.  Grazing them with his teeth made her gasp and mewl, and pinching them between his fingers made her cry out.  Daphne liked having her breasts treated roughly, and it seemed that Astoria was much the same.  When he lightly slapped the breast his mouth wasn’t occupying, she gasped.

“That feels so good, Harry,” Astoria whined, squirming under him.  She was wonderfully responsive, and it was turning him on even more.

“I fucking love your body, baby,” Harry said, running his hand down her side and along the significant curve of her hip.

“Your body’s amazing,” Astoria cooed, “so strong and big.”

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” Harry said, ghosting his fingers over her still-covered pussy.

“Ah, more!” she cried.  That slight touch was enough to make her shake.

Deciding it was past time that she was naked, he moved to her feet and tugged off her little socks, throwing them over to her robes, and then tugged on the waistband of her panties.  The soaking wet fabric clung to her pussy, peeling off as he moved and revealed her.  She was perfectly hairless, a surprise for him, and he cocked an eyebrow as he tossed her panties aside.

“You shave?” Harry asked.

“I taught her the same charm I use,” Daphne replied before she could.

“Do you like it?” Astoria asked.

“I love it!” Harry enthused. “There’s nothing worse than getting pubic hair in your teeth.”

He heard Daphne groan in embarrassment at that particular memory.  Asking what he had between his front teeth and pulling it out in the Great Hall only to discover what it was was one of the only times that he had ever seen her blush.

“Teeth?” Astoria asked, looking confused.

Harry stared at her, nonplussed, for a moment. “You didn’t think that oral sex was just a male thing, right?”

“You mean that you…” she trailed off as her mind filled with images she had clearly never thought of before.

Harry stroked her finger through her soft, wet nether lips, grinning at her exultant cry, and brought his finger to his lips.

“You taste amazing, baby,” he said.

Kissing her inner thighs, he made his way to the wide-eyed girl’s dripping pussy and inhaled her gorgeous scent.  Her tunnel was weeping a trail of her honey down towards her arsehole and Harry wanted to follow it there but figured it would be too advanced for a virgin.  Giving her pussy a long, probing lick, he groaned at the taste of her.

“Oh!” Astoria moaned, her back arching and her fingers tangling in his messy black hair. “Oh, Harry!”

Harry inserted two of his meaty fingers into her quivering pussy and swirled his tongue around her clit.  She was so delightfully tight and was going to feel amazing around his cock.  He would normally have drawn this out, but she was already so wet and so seemingly close that he figured drawing out any more would be cruel.

Astoria thrashed and shook on the bed as Harry worked his magic between her legs.  Keeping one hand buried in his hair, she reached up with the other to grab the pillow by her head as her orgasm built rapidly.  Harry knew that she had played with herself before and even ridden that wooden replica of his cock, but he doubted that she had ever cum as hard as she was about to.

Just when he felt her walls starting to flutter around his fingers, he imagined a snake in his mind and pressed his tongue right on her clit as he said in parseltongue, “cum.”

“Harry!” she screamed as her climax hit her.

Harry had driven Daphne half mad with the language of the snakes before, making her cum over and over again until she was a weeping mess.  He was about to give Astoria her second orgasm of the night when he felt her tug on his hair and moved back to look at her.

“Fuck me!” she gasped and hearing those words out such an innocent girl made his cock even harder.

“Say again?” he asked, smirking at her.

“Harry, fuck me,” she repeated. “I’m ready.”

Grinning widely, he moved up along her body until he was kneeling between her spread legs.  He had thought that she was beautiful before, but seeing her as she was then, skin flushed and sweaty, still panting from her climax and looking up at him in raw, animalistic lust, she was a goddess.

“Daph?” Harry asked, looking over at his still-masturbating girlfriend. “Do you want to see up close when I spread your sister open on my cock?”

Daphne rushed to them and knelt on the bed just by them, giving his firm, muscular ass an affectionate squeeze.

“Did you like that?” Daphne asked.

“Yes,” Astoria replied. “That was amazing.  I’ve never cum that before.”

“That’s not the hardest you’re going to cum tonight,” Harry promised, chuckling at her look of surprise.

“Here,” Daphne said, grabbing his cock. “Let me guide you in.”

She brought his cock to her sister’s pussy, rubbing the head along her soft, warm lips.

“Tell me what you want again,” Harry said.

“I want you to fuck me,” Astoria said, arousal and pleasure having killed off all of her inhibitions for the moment.

“For your first time?” Harry asked. “This is it, Stori.  Once I take your virginity, it’s mine forever.  Do you really want me to be your first?”

“Yes!” Astoria cried. “Take my virginity!  Fuck me and make me a woman!”

He pushed forward, and his eyes nearly crossed at how fucking tight she was.  He knew from how she felt around his fingers that she was going to be incredible, but the sheer heat of her was amazing.  She had no hymen to break, either having done that herself with the wooden dildo or having lost it some other way.   Moving slowly, in and out, he sank inside her sweltering depths, inch by inch.

Astoria held onto him tightly and clenched her eyes shut as the sensation of being stretched wide threatened to overwhelm her.  Daphne had said that the first time was more intense than she had expected, and he kept that in mind as he slowly buried himself inside her.  Little gasps and whimpers escaped her lips, but she didn’t sound like she was in pain at all.  When at last he bottomed out, he brushed her hair out of her face and kissed her softly.

“That’s it, baby,” Harry said. “You’re a woman now.”

Astoria opened her eyes, glimmering with tears, and kissed him passionately.

“Holy shit, you’re so big!” she cried. “I feel so full!”

Harry held there, letting her get used to his size for a few minutes, just enjoying the feeling of her depths enveloping him.  He kissed her softly and gently, hoping to get her to relax around him.

“Move,” Astoria whispered in his ear when she was finally ready.

“Okay,” Harry said. “Just let me know if you need me to slow down or stop.”

He pulled half of his massive cock out of her, feeling her inner walls cling to him as he moved and thrust back in gently.  Astoria closed her eyes and moaned softly at the sensation of him moving within her.  His slow, simple thrusts weren’t meant to drive her to the heights of ecstasy, that would come later, but rather to help her get used to him.  Every few thrusts, he moved a little bit harder, seeing how she reacted.  When he saw no signs of discomfort, he started to pick up his pace.

“You feel amazing, baby,” Harry groaned.

“Harry!” Astoria gasped.

“Yes, Stori?” he asked.

“I want you to treat me like you do Daphne,” she moaned.

“What do you mean?” Daphne asked, cocking an eyebrow at her sister.

“I want him to fuck me like he fucks you,” Astoria replied.  Turning to him, she added, “your cock feels amazing; nothing hurts, and you’ve been so good to me, so don’t hold back.”

Harry’s eyes widened at her request, and he looked over to Daphne, who had an utterly evil grin on her face.

“You heard her,” she cooed. “My sweet sister wants you to fuck her brains out, so do it.”

Harry had been so swept up in the sheer eroticism and hotness of his situation that he had actually forgotten why they were here for a while.  The look of sinister triumph on his girlfriend’s face reminded him, and it occurred to him that Draco Malfoy was a fucking idiot.  Not a groundbreaking revelation, of course, but he could have been the one in Harry’s place, taking this innocent yet naturally erotic girl’s virginity.  Instead, it was going to be Harry who gave her first taste of pleasure, Harry who she’d remember for the rest of her life as her first.  He chuckled at the thought.

“Harry?” Astoria asked, looking up at him in curiosity.

“Just remember, pet,” he said. “You asked for this.”

Harry pulled most of his cock out of her and thrust back in hard, making her cry out.  He changed his angle just a bit and pounded into her in a way that let him stimulate new places inside her.  Her gasps of shock turned to loud, drawn-out moans before long.  Harry would never have guessed given how meek and quiet she usually was, but Astoria could be just as wonderfully shameless as her sister in bed.

“That’s it, lover,” Daphne purred. “I don’t want Stori to ever forget this night.”

Harry changed the angle of his thrusts again in a way that let him rub along her g-spot, and he grinned at the look of ecstasy on her face.  He was quickly reducing her to a panting, keening mess, too far gone for words.  Her legs tightened around him, and she buried her head in the crook of his neck, seemingly desperate for as much physical contact as possible.

“Reshape her pussy!” Daphne exclaimed. “Ruin her with your giant cock like you did me!”

“YES!” Astoria screamed as the dam burst inside her.

Her already tight cunt squeezed around him as she came hard.  Harry groaned at the sensation and fucked her harder, seeking to prolong her pleasure as much as possible.  His hips were a blur as he pounded her pussy, spearing into her over and over again.  She was a shaking, convulsing wreck in his arms and, just as her orgasm seemed to be ending, Harry slipped inside a opening at the very back of her cunt.

“AAAHHHHH!” she shrieked as she experienced pleasure beyond what she could have ever imagined.

“Did you find it?” Daphne asked.

“Yeah,” Harry grunted.

“What...what?” Astoria gasped.

“There are a couple spots deep inside you that feel fucking amazing when touched,” Daphne said, crawling behind Harry and hugging him from behind. “Harry’s tongue can vibrate, and that still isn’t the greatest thing he can do to me.  Now show her what is.”

The feeling of Daphne’s large breasts pressing against his back while he was buried to the hilt inside another woman was surreal and amazing, and Harry couldn’t believe that he was so lucky.  Moving again, he fucked her the way that Daphne liked to be fucked.  He was rough, controlling, and dominant, and it was driving Astoria mad.  Her increasingly sweaty form was flushed and red as another mind-melting orgasm built within her.  Sensing that she was getting close, Harry reached over and pinched her nipples hard.

“HARRY!” she screamed as she came again, her back arching and her thighs clenching tightly around him.

Harry looked down in shock as he saw she had squirted on his cock, and he grinned wickedly.  He was pounding her good and deep, reaching deeper than she likely ever had with that dildo, deeper than her boyfriend ever would, for sure and she was squirting all over him.  She was never going to forget this night, or his cock.

“So many firsts you claimed tonight,” Daphne purred in his ear. “Her first blowjob, her first cunnilingus-given orgasm, her first time, her first squirting orgasm.  Give her her first creampie, babe.”

“You sure?” Harry asked, looking over at his girlfriend in surprise.

“I’ll make sure she takes the potion,” Daphne said.

“Holy fuck,” Astoria gasped as she came to.

“First petite mort,” Daphne snickered.

“That was...amazing,” Astoria sighed.  Flexing her pussy around him, she looked up in shock and said, “you still haven’t?”

“Not yet, but I’m close,” Harry said.  Grabbing her legs, he unhooked them from around him and brought them slowly up to her head, marveling at how flexible she was.  “Do you think you can cum again for me?”

“I can already barely feel my legs,” Astoria said with a shudder.

“Oh, I think you have another one in you,” Harry murmured in her ear. “You’re my good girl, right?”

Astoria gasped, and he actually felt her pussy flutter around him at his words. “I’ll be your good girl.”

With Astoria folded into a mating press, Harry pulled most of his cock out of her creamy pussy and slammed back down hard, setting a brutal pace as he chased his own pleasure.  Astoria grunted and moaned with each thrust, clinging to him like a life raft as he pushed her towards yet another orgasm.

“You love this fucking cock, don’t you?” Harry asked.

“Yes!” Astoria cried.

“You take it so well, baby,” he cooed. “I can’t believe this is your first time, but it is.  Aren’t you glad I was the one who took your virginity?”

“Yes!” Astoria moaned, half out of her mind by that point. “Yes, I’m glad it was you!”

It was all too much for Harry, who came with a roar, “fuck, fuck, Astoria!”

“HARRY!” she squealed, her pussy spasming around his pulsating cock as she came undone again.

Harry collapsed on top of her, letting her legs go as their sweat-soaked bodies pressed against each other.  Their chests heaved in unison as both tried to catch their breath.  Daphne collapsed next to them, her own orgasm overwhelming her.  Harry hadn’t even heard her finish, so consumed by his own titanic release.  He pulled out of Astoria and rolled over next to Daphne, who turned in to cuddle him.

“So, Stori, how was your first time?” Daphne asked once she had caught her breath.

“Divine,” Astoria sighed, rolling over to rest her head next to her sister’s on his muscular chest.

“I’m glad,” Daphne giggled, “but I hope you know there’s much more to learn.”

“Huh?” Astoria asked, sitting up gingerly.

“Oh yes,” Daphne said, sitting up and stroking Harry’s half-hard cock. “What do you say, lover?  Want to show her the joys of cowgirl?”

“Only if we can follow that up with the wonders of doggy,” Harry replied, his voice low and rumbling as his cock rapidly hardened again.

Daphne grinned down at him wickedly and moved over to straddle him.  Lining his cock up with soaking wet pussy, she lowered herself down to the hilt in one go.  Grasping his shoulders, his girlfriend started riding him hard under the wide-eyed gaze of their very attentive audience.