Daphne Greengrass Pt. 4

And he does. His cock slams into her womb and she feels her pussy conforming to his shape as yet another orgasm wracks her body. He's fucking her senseless in her own bed and it drives home just how little Harry cares about being caught. Nowhere is safe. But then, Daphne doesn't want to run and hide, not anymore. She wants… she wants to embrace this, she wants to accept what's happening. A lewd cry leaves her lips followed by a heartfelt wail as a single word bubbles up from her throat.

"M-MASTERRRR!!!"

She climaxes one final time around Harry's shaft, her pussy walls clenching down almost painfully along his pistoning length. And that's when it happens, that's when she finally earns her hard-milked cum load as Harry grunts and begins to fill her womb with his seed, swelling her firm belly with enough cum to shame a dozen men.

By the time he's done with her, Daphne has outright passed out from the exertion, and her eyes are perpetually rolled back in her skull, her tongue hanging out of her mouth. Her arms are above her head on the bed and she's twitching and spasming, her breasts jiggling beautifully in the process as she just lays there, trying to recover but in the end, left insensate before Harry's dick.

As Harry pulls out of Daphne's cunt, he turns around, his hard cock dripping with his cum and her pussy juices as he stares unerringly at what appears to be an empty spot on the bed opposite of the passed out dark-haired witch's. After a moment of staring, Harry rolls his eyes and gets off Daphne's bed. A couple strides later and he's pulling his invisibility cloak off of Hermione and Lavender, revealing the two girls kissing heatedly and fingering each other right there on some other Slytherin witch's bed.

They stop as Harry exposes them, and Hermione, being the one who has Lavender pinned down, disengages from the blonde and looks back at her lover and master with a sheepish, anticipatory grin on her face. After all, Harry's far from done and now that he's conquered Daphne, it's time to remind his Number One and Lavender of their places, isn't it?

Hermione squeals as Harry drags her close and drills her cunt with his cock, moaning and whining and squirming as she takes him to the hilt. Needless to say, by the time Daphne recovers, the other two are having to rest, and Harry is happy to make use of her until they're ready to go again as well. In the end, all of them are laid out on Daphne's massive bed with the curtains drawn and the security charms properly in place so no one can hear them or disturb them.

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Daphne wakes up the next morning, remembers everything that had happened the previous day, and feels unbearably smug as she sits up and grins wickedly. After all, Maste… Harry, Harry had said that she was almost as good as Granger. And if she was 'almost' as good after just one try with him, while the up jumped plebian witch had had MONTHS, well then, just how much longer would it take her to usurp the brunette slut's position, hm?

"I know what you're thinking whore. You won't beat me that easily. I've got a head start and a home field advantage. You've got a LONG ways to go."

Daphne's eyes snap over to Hermione. The brunette witch's eyes are open as well, and though she hasn't moved from her place curled into Harry's side, she's staring right at Daphne, a challenging look in her piercing gaze. Daphne scowls at that, and then a surprised moan leaves both of their mouths as Harry slides his hands over their asses.

"Honestly, you both act like princesses sometimes. You know, the two of you are going to have to learn to share now… I won't tolerate too much in the way of sabotage among MY women. Is that understood?"

And now Harry is awake too. Daphne glances down and sees Lavender's eyes open as well, even as the blonde giggles and then suckles Harry's balls into her mouth from her place curled up near the bottom of the bed. Hmph, Daphne has no intentions of ever learning to share with GRANGER of all people. Turning her nose up and crossing her arms over her chest, the dark-haired witch pouts for a moment, until suddenly Harry pulls her onto his lap, his hard cock rising between her spread legs as she looks down at in in wide eyed fascination.

"Mm, Harry, wouldn't you say it's time for the slut to take your cock up that tight ass of yours?"

Daphne's eyes go even wider as she looks back at her rival in shock. Then she sees the wicked grin on Harry's face and he shrugs at her as she gives him a betrayed look.

"It's one place where Hermione is beating you unequivocally Princess. Hell, even our pet is doing better in that arena."

Well, when he puts it like that. Blushing deeply, Daphne begins to get herself ready. A bit of magic from Harry sees her cleaned and lubed up back there, but the rest is apparently up to her, as she crouches over his massive cock and prepares herself for trying anal.

"Daphne! Daphne what're you still doing in there, it's breakfast time!"

"Yeah Daph, it might be a Saturday but come on, all the good food is going to be gone!"

Daphne's face goes white as the voices of her best friend and her little sister drift through the magically secured drapes of the bed. After a moment, she disables the muting spell and speaks quickly before re-enabling it.

"D-Don't come in! I'm not decent!"

"We can't come in you dolt, you've got the security charms up!"

"Yeah, and since when do you care about modesty?! You literally stripped down naked and stared at yourself in the mirror for like an hour the other day!"

Daphne flushes bright red, even as Harry's cock slowly slides into her lubed-up virgin asshole. She's gasping and panting in short order, but she NEEDS to get her sister and friend to leave them alone right now!"

A loud moan escapes her throat, but luckily the muting spell is still in place, so it doesn't reach Astoria or Tracey's ears. She pauses in her descent down Harry's dick and calms herself a bit before finally turning off the muting again.

"L-Look you two, just go to breakfast w-without me! I'm busy!"

She knows it's a mistake as soon as she says it.

"Busy? What the hell could you be busy in bed fo-?!"

Luckily, before her little sister can finish that particular train of thought, Tracey catches on and saves her.

"Hey, your sister is busy, let's go!"

There's a strangled note to Tracey's high-pitched voice as she audibly drags Astoria out of the dorm room. Daphne is quick to re-enable the muting just in case any of her other dormmates are still there, which is just as good because a loud yelp leaves her throat a moment later when a pair of familiar, dainty feminine hands grab at her ass and try to lift her off Harry's massive meat-stick.

Daphne looks back at Hermione's grinning face.

"What? I figured if you were busy, I'd go ahead and take a turn on Harry's cock while we waited."

Her eyes widen in outrage and Daphne hollers as she slams herself the rest of the way down on Harry's dick, just to prove a point. Then she goes rigid, because even lubed up and cleaned out, taking a member as big as Harry's up your behind in one go is… NOT advisable. Hermione laughs as Daphne howls, all while Harry watches on in amusement and Lavender continues to suckle at his balls, the blonde pet completely and utterly devoted to her task.

The Slytherin Princess would fit perfectly in Harry's burgeoning harem, just like Lavender had. No matter what Hermione thought of her in the end, Daphne was an excellent addition to the growing group of women servicing Harry's cock. She'd certainly prompt Hermione to excel more going forward, so that she could stay on top.

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Tonks can't help but grin as she reads Hermione's latest letter. There's no pictures this time around, but then Hermione clearly doesn't see this new addition as a good thing. Regardless, the metamorphmagus can read the underlying tension in Hermione's rant about the 'stupid-sexy cow-tittied pureblood bitch' that the younger witch was harping on and on about.

Yeah, she could just imagine this Daphne Greengrass in person… a total Alpha Female, just like Hermione… until of course, they were each pinned down under Harry, taking his dick in their asses and cunts one after the other. Snickering at the idea, Tonks bites her lower lip to stifle a moan that threatens to leave her. Mm, just this letter in which Hermione goes on and on about Daphne's many 'awful' assets, is enough to get Tonks a little hot and bothered.

Departing from the kitchen, the beautiful metamorphmagus makes her way towards her room, only to pause upon seeing Fleur's door open a crack. Lifting a brow and quirking her lips into a knowing grin as she hears a certain moan wafting free of the door, Tonks looks in and spies on the part veela. The beautiful French witch is on her bed, on her back, completely naked.

All around her are the floating photos that Tonks had snuck into her room last time, and the beautiful blonde is going to town on herself as she whimpers and whines in needy want. One hand on one of her own perfect tits while the other is sliding three fingers in and out of her sopping wet pussy. Tonks valiantly resists the urge to snicker this time, and after watching for a few seconds to ingrain the scene into her brain, she sneaks away, into her own room.

Once she's in her bed, the metamorphmagus very pointedly does NOT put up any sort of privacy spells… and she isn't nearly as quiet about her masturbation as Fleur is, even as she pistons her digits in and out of her cunt, growing them to be the size of Harry's cock, even if they can never truly replace his glorious member.

Still, Fleur is getting rather close to a boil, isn't she? Perhaps Harry will want her soon… perhaps Fleur will want HIM. Perhaps… perhaps Tonks can help with that.

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