Ice Queen [Cormac McLaggen x Daphne Greengrass] - Prompt Winner (Patreon)

Synopsis: After conquering Hermione, the womanizer and playboy Cormac decided to find the next target for his attention. Of course, when the striking beauty, Daphne, walked by, he couldn’t help but feel lured towards her charm and mysteriousness.

But who knew his plan would backfire, and he’d end up receiving far more than what he wished for.

[Dominating Daphne with light teasing and BDSM elements.]

Somewhat inspired by the last Cormac chapter. 

By Ms.Squirtle

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Cormac McLaggen strolled through the bustling halls of Hogwarts. A self-satisfied grin etched across his face, and an elevated sense of cockiness evident in his stride.

For the first time in school, he was the main character in the gossip circulating through the castle that had nothing to do with Quidditch, or so he thought, and he reveled in the attention. The Gryffindor common room bubbled with excitement as female students whispered about the supposed romance between Cormac and Hermione Granger.

Cormac relished being the center of attention, even if it meant being the subject of gossip. Hermione, on the other hand, maintained her usual composed demeanor, dismissing any notion of an entanglement with Cormac.

Yet, her actions spoke louder than words.

As Cormac passed by Hermione in the corridor, her refusal to meet his eyes only fueled the rumors. The way she fidgeted and the subtle blush that adorned her cheeks betrayed the mask of indifference she tried to maintain. The Weasley boy that kept staring at him in anger didn’t bother him much. He was just happy that Slughorn was even more pleased with him lately.

With the newfound confidence that came from being the talk of the castle, Cormac started to believe that he possessed an irresistible charm. The thought that he could have any girl he desired fueled his ego further.

As he kept walking, Daphne walked past him, her blond hair dancing in the air; Cormac was momentarily mesmerized by her piercing blue eyes. He stood there, looking as if he were under a spell, watching her disappear around a corner. He decided to approach her, convinced his charm could work wonders once again. He finally had a new target; Daphne Greengrass, Slytherin’s Ice Princess.

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Determined to make an impression, Cormac sought opportunities to be alone with Daphne. After classes, he approached her with a clumsy attempt at seduction, his words dripping with overconfidence.

"Hey, Daphne," Cormac said, flashing his most charming smile while leaning against the wall with what he believed was irresistible charm. Some girls giggled as they passed the two, but Daphne maintained an expressionless face and kept walking.

"You know, I've been thinking we should spend some time together. We could make quite the power couple, don't you think? Imagine the attention; it'd be legendary." Cormac tried to woo her in whispers as he chased after and walked beside her.

Daphne raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by his audacious attempt. "Save your charm for someone who might fall for it, McLaggen. I'm not interested in whatever game you're playing."

Cormac, however, was persistent. "Come on, Daphne. I bet I can thaw that frosty exterior of yours. Besides… the Slytherin Ice Queen and the Sunny Gryffindor King, we’ll rule this school in no time."

“No! Besides… You’re not my type.”

“Oh, come on, Daphne, I’m everyone’s type.”

The moment Cormac said that, Daphne’s brow went up in surprise and disgust. “It’s Miss Greengrass to you, Mister McLaggen.”

“Alright… My beautify Miss Greengrass. Will you do me the honor of a private conversation? Just for a moment, you won’t be disappointed,” he kept at it.

“Why would I do that? I’m not that sort of foolish girl, following you around for no reason, Mister McLaggen.”

Cormac didn’t reply, simply following beside her step by step, smiling at everyone passing around them as if they both already had a connection.

Daphne sighed, her patience wearing thin as she noticed he wouldn’t stop following her if she didn’t answer. "Fine. If you're so insistent, just a short talk.”

“Great. Meet me at the Gryffindor Quidditch locker after classes!” Cormac cheerfully strode away, leaving Daphne with no time to reply.

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As the final bell rang, Cormac made his way to the Quidditch lockers. He wondered how he should approach her; that cold look in Daphne’s eyes left a vivid impression on him, causing him to think that melting that Ice Princess wasn’t going to be as easy as Hermione.

But I’m not just some bloke. I’m Cormac McLaggen! He swaggered into the tent-like structure self-assuredly.

Daphne, already waiting, motioned for him to sit beside her on a long bench in front of the cubbies. She sat there in her school uniform, but it didn’t hide the lushness of her curves as the shirt dipped and undulated, following her magnificent mound and slim waist.

Her legs were crossed in front of her, letting her skirt slightly lift up to her soft, pale thighs, right above her knees. Her dainty shoe tapped the floor annoyedly, causing the skirt to sway a little, giving him a peek. Cormac’s throat went dry at the sight show of her lower thighs.

"Alright, McLaggen, spill it," Daphne said, a hint of impatience in her voice. "What's the deal?"

Cormac sat down with the bench between his legs and pretended to act like he had everything under control. He leaned in a bit closer, wanting her to see very clearly how handsome he was. "I just thought we could hang out and stuff. Get to know each other. I know you’re not as bad as they say in school."

Cormac was confident that every girl had a soft side. If he could make Daphne show him that soft underbelly of hers, half the struggle was over already. He looked deep into her blue eyes, suddenly feeling like he lost himself in them.

Daphne eyed him skeptically. "Cut the nonsense."

Cormac took a deep breath, thinking he had to unleash the full power of his charm.

His face leaned in even closer, acting like he was about to kiss her. His voice sounded sincere in breathless whispers. "Okay, look, I've heard about this Ice Princess thing, but I also know people aren't always what they seem.”

Daphne regarded him with a raised eyebrow and a slight smirk. Her face also moved closer, as if she was challenging him. "Go on."

“Maybe they’re wrong about you... Maybe there's more to Daphne Greengrass than meets the eye. Maybe you're kinder… a good girl." Cormac kept talking, his lips inching closer to hers.

"You know," Daphne admitted. "The whole Ice Princess act is just my way of dealing with… those… Sad little people.” As she spoke, she kept staring at him, eye to eye, like a snake watching her prey.

Cormac’s eyes widened as Daphne suddenly lunged forward and kissed him. Her tongue invaded his mouth, swirling deeply. He couldn’t imagine why she would suddenly change, but who was he to say no?

As they exchanged saliva, Daphne’s hands started tugging on his necktie, pulling off from around his shirt collar. Cormac responded with his hand on her back, brushing up and down, tasting the sweet curves of her hips from above her robes.

Cormac felt excited as he could feel the soft squish of her plump bottom and perfect curves. However, he didn’t notice that Daphne was slowly pushing him back, further back, and finally making him lean back on the long bench with her body on top of him.

Cormac suddenly felt both her hands capturing his wrists, stopping him from fondling her ass. She then pulled them both up, as if she was restraining him, deep within the kiss. Cormac didn’t want to struggle. He felt happy that a girl would be proactive for once.

But then his eyes widened, he noticed that his wrists were tied with his necktie. He could feel a smirk on Daphne’s lips. Before he could sit up and release himself from Daphne’s kiss, she had already secured the other end of the necktie to the foot of the bench.

Cormac could finally take a breath after Daphne pushed herself up on his chest.

“Greengrass!” Cormac struggled as Daphne stood up, took a few steps around the bench, and stood above Cormac’s head. His hands were tied above his head, and down to the bench.

“Like I said, it’s Miss Greengrass to you, Mister McLaggen. And you're right, those rumors aren’t the real me…” Daphne continued as her hands slid down Cormac’s collar, slowly unbuttoning his shirt one by one.

“…I’m much more…” Daphne finally reached his abdomen, using her hands to slowly unbuckle his belt. “Worse.”  She pushed down his pants and white underwear towards his thighs, allowing his limp cock out.

As she leaned over his body to lower his pants, Cormac could see glimpses of her core from under her short black skirt. Soft, pink, clearly well maintained.

She’s not wearing panties!

“What’s the problem, Mister McLaggen? Don’t like what you see? I knew what you wanted. I’m just taking the initiative...” Daphne suddenly pulled her wand out and waved it. A few strings of magical green formed around Cormac’s soft male member that twitched a little. It wrapped him tight from the base and crown like a tight, thin male chastity belt.

“Look what you made me do? Maybe I should leave you this way for someone to find you and…” Daphne’s words trailed off.

“Greengrass! No, I mean… Miss Greengrass, surely, we can talk about this! Just let me go.”

“You can talk between my legs,” she interrupted as she let the tip of her wand brush against Cormac’s exposed abs, slowly teasing him down to his lower belly.

Her soft, cushiony thighs pressed against his ears, and her damp, exposed slit hovered right above his face. Cormac gulped, his flagpole slowly saluting with slight twitches. He could sniff her body, smelling like lilies of the valley. He couldn’t control the thirst slowly creeping up on him.

“Oh, I never knew you were this big, McLaggen.” Daphne twirled the tip of her wand around Cormac’s member, causing the magical strings to tighten.

“What the hell are you doing, Greengrass!” Cormac could feel the pressure restricting him as the hardness of his arousal fully came up. It was a bit prickly and itchy, but aroused him nonetheless.

“Something naughty…” Daphne tapped her wand on the crown of his shaft. “You want me to let you go?”

Cormac was too worried that he might cause her to leave him like this, so he nodded timidly. Both his cheeks brushed against her smooth thighs, causing Daphne to subtly let out a hot breath. Daphne had incredible thighs that caused another and entirely different kind of a shiver course through Cormac.

“Then start eating. Let’s see if you can make me let you go.” Daphne giggled. She took off her robe, unbuttoned her shirt, and lowered herself on his face.

Cormac did as she wanted and extended his tongue, but he suddenly shuddered. Cormac clenched his jaw until it ached as she started to fondle his arousal.

She played with his foreskin, nibbling with a tease. He clenched his fists when she squeezed and fondled his balls in her icy hand, her tongue brushing against the small opening of his purple head, causing the magical string to dip into the tiny divot.

Cormac tried again, brushing the flat of his tongue on her petals as his body trembled, drawing circles around her tiny kernel. His tongue moved wildly, caressing her wet, pulsating core and parting her lower lips as it entered her slick, hot sheath. It caressed her slick walls with a frenzy.

"Oh yess... Such good boy..." She rocked against his face, smearing him with her juices. "Don't stop, don't stop...."

He couldn’t think at all, drowning in pleasure. Her mouth was small, hot, and tight, and her lip gloss rubbed off on his dick, but he didn’t care. It felt like every nerve in his body had been electrified. He shoved up with his hips, and she pinched his legs in annoyance.

He gulped down every drop of juice flowing out of her, letting his tongue curl and poke her sensitive spots. He suckled and licked his way inside her deep cave, hungrily flicking his tongue, penetrating her, trying to stretch it deeper into her.

She twirled her tongue around his straining erection as her lips glided up and down, engulfing every bump and groove on his bare skin. Cormac could feel the vibrations of her whimpers on his cock, reacting to the pleasure he was giving her.

Cormac sucked on her flushed clitoris and clenched it between his tight lips.

“Uhmmm…” Daphne’s body arched up a bit, allowing her perky mound to press against his bare belly.

Daphne started to feel the pleasure in her soaking core, letting her nectar drip on Cormac’s face. She kneaded her own breasts in delight. Her swollen, aching nipples flushed red as she teased them herself.

Every little whimper and moan in her mouth made it harder for him to think straight, titillating his cock with the suction and vibrations. Her scent filled his nose. Her taste filled his mouth. Her wetness was running down his chin.

As Cormac’s tongue fucked her, Daphne moaned in ecstasy as her steaming hot pussy clenched and shuddered around his slithering flesh. Her body arched as her loins were shoved harder towards Cormac’s face.

“Ahhh… yessh…!” Daphne suddenly came with a loud moan of bliss on Cormac's cock, still bobbing her head and sucking hard. Her legs clamped shut, forcing Cormac’s to gulp down all the juices that flowed out of her if he wanted to breathe.

“Gahh!” Cormac suddenly felt it. His full member couldn’t release its tension as the strings tightly bound his cock like a sausage. He was teetering on the edge of bursting; a little more pressure and he could explode.

It twitched and throbbed, purple with pressure building up in slight, thrilling pain.

“Not yet, Cormac.” Daphne suddenly got off and turned her body to straddle his engorged cock. “Time for the main course.” She lowered herself as she flicked her wand, letting the magical strings come off.

Cormac felt the pressure come off. But before his whole body could relax and feel the ache and pain of that orgasm denial, he was plunged into a sea of bliss once more. His swollen knob was now inside her slick wet heat.

Daphne pulled up her skirt to her smooth belly, the only piece of clothing that was still on her body, and lowered her hips onto his cock. She stopped with only his straining head in, admiring the look on his conflicted face.

“How is it, Cormac? You like this feeling?” She asked as her hips swayed in circles, her hands holding up her skirt so Cormac could see how barely deep he was in, teasing him with the sight.

“Agh… Daphne, you…” Cormac’s face flushed red, trying to hold in his groans of ecstasy. Her pussy felt so good. He couldn’t wait to plow deep into her, thrusting with a vengeance. He could also see her brazenly exposed and perfectly formed breasts, good enough to squeeze and fondle.

Daphne’s hands suddenly crawled up his abdomen and chest, pinching his nipple and twisting.

“Ah!” Cormac jolted, and his dick twitched.

“It’s Mis Greengrass to you! How many times do I have to tell you, Cormac?”

“Yes... yes… Miss.”

“Good boy,” She patted his face roughly.

She continued to lower herself on his cock, moaning as his molten member stretched her inner walls. Down, down, down, engulfing his rock-hard staff. So slowly that Cormac could feel every part of her walls shuddering and twitching around him while he couldn’t do anything about it.

Cormac wanted to moan, but he managed to hold it in, looking at Daphne’s blushing face, expressing her enjoyment as her eyes pierced into his soul, biting her own lips, and fondling her own breasts. There was a certain magical something in that look in her eyes, taking over his mind.

But he still couldn’t hold in a grunt when her sheath reached the base of his iron sword.

“Uummmph… So this is the cock you used to fuck all those girls? Um?” She smirked like a succubus in heat, licking her lips. She calmly sat on him, not moving an inch, letting him soak up all her bliss-inducing clenches inside.

“Gh… Yes, Miss.” He felt the controlled tightness of her muscles, clenching and releasing his cock.

“Such a naughty boy… It’s mine now, right?” she asked with a feign pout.

“Wha… No-Oh!” Cormac’s surprise turned into a groan of shock as Daphne reached behind her and held his balls rather tightly, enough to excite him at the edge of pain.

“Are you not mine Cormac?” Her hands fondled his family jewels, her hips moving oh so slowly, drawing a figure eight. “Won’t you fuck me? And only me?”

“Gah… Yes… Miss Greengrass. It’s all yours…” he answered with a gasp as she slowly moved her body up and down on her knees.

With the weight of her hips crashing down on him in a slow, savory feeling, Cormac couldn’t escape from her passionate clutches.

“Only mine?” She jolted her body once more, giving Cormac a taste of how deep he could go.

“Only yours… Miss Greengrass!” Cormac couldn’t control himself. He wanted to shove his cock all up in her. The slick, sticky tightness, the hard clenches, and the way she moved; she was way more experienced in pleasuring herself on a cock than he ever thought possible. He was going mad from all the teasing and the moves he never tried before.

“Good,” Daphne started to move again, smiling lustfully as she began to massage his thick hardness with her drenched core.

Then her knees jolted, moving her body up and down, fucking herself on his cock. She started to feel the pleasurable feeling build up inside her, her soft, plump ass moving even more wildly. Her breasts jiggled as she humped him up and down and side to side.

Cormac pushed his hips up to search for that wonderful feeling, causing Daphne to moan louder. He could feel her juices starting to drip out of her, smearing his straining cock. His hands clenched, struggling with the urge to touch her, grab her, and fuck her silly.

His hips arched high, causing Daphne to fully sit on his body and support herself with her hands on his chest as the soles of her feet barely touched the floor; smacking their flesh together even more, and shoving his molten member deep inside.

“Umh… Yess!” She moaned with her eyes closed.

She ground her body onto his, her hands exploring every part of his muscles, dragging her nails in delight. “Fuck me! Yes! Fuck me~! Ah, ah!”

Her hot walls contracted, tightening around his cock. It was an intolerable pleasure for Cormac. He was coming close too, finding the restrictive feeling enthralling as the only thing he could do was enjoy the pleasure coursing through his whole body.

Her nectar drenched his cock and trickled down from the bench. Each thrust squelched and brought out even more. The nasty sounds from her movements were music to his ears.

“Ahhhh…” Daphne threw her blonde head back, screaming in agonizing ecstasy. She clenched her mounds, her toes curled up, and her body shuddered on top of him as her back arched.

She came with shattering intensity. Her soaked, clenching walls sucked him in harder, causing his control to break. He convulsed against the bench with harsh groans. With a pulsing explosion of ecstasy, he allowed his molten juices to blend with hers, filling her up to the brim.

It was the longest release of his life, draining him until his knees buckled.

They both panted for a while. As Daphne lay on his chest, gathering herself, Cormac couldn’t believe what had just happened.

Did she… did she just…? He was confused, as he had always thought that the “man”, he was supposed to “be in control.”

Daphne suddenly pushed off of his body, patted her skirt down, and took her other clothes off the floor.

“Not bad, Cormac.” She brushed her hair back and waved her wand, releasing the necktie from his hands.

Cormac quickly sat up, still gulping and panting.

“Miss Green—” Cormac tried to call out, but was surprised by the respectful and pleading tone his own words carried. All he wanted to do was to please her, so he could plunge into that incredible feeling once again.

He wrung his aching wrist, his face still in confusion.

Daphne approached him after tidying up her clothes with magic. She leaned forward, looking at him in the eye with a magical gleam in her own. She held his chin in one hand. “I’ll think about your proposal. For now, clean up… like a good little boy.”

“Also… Remember, you’re mine now, Cormac. Always be ready when I call you, and don’t play around without my permission,” she smiled charmingly at him. Letting go of his chin, she turned around and left.

“Yes… Miss…” Cormac answered in a daze as the look of her deep blue eyes lingered in his mind. All he could do was stare at her receding back.

No one knew that today was the day the highly confident Cormac McLaggen was turned into an obedient little pet under her skirt; losing himself under Daphne’s magical, spellbinding gaze.