Disclaimer: This story is set in a timeline where Harry Potter returns to Hogwarts for his final year after defeating Voldemort. All characters featured in this story are 18+ and consenting adults.
"How could you?! With her?!"
Harry groaned and slumped lower in his seat, rubbing his temples as Hermione's shrill voice echoed through his library study room. He'd known this confrontation was coming ever since she'd fled from the room days ago, leaving behind her books and any pretence of composure. What he hadn't expected was for her to corner him in the same bloody location where she'd caught him balls deep in Daphne Greengrass.
The bushy-haired witch was pacing back and forth in front of his table, her hands gesturing wildly as she worked herself into a proper tirade. "Of all the witches in this castle, Harry! Daphne bloody Greengrass! The Ice Queen of Slytherin! The biggest tease in Hogwarts! Do you have any idea what people are saying about you?!"
"Does it matter?" Harry muttered, turning a page of his Symposium paper without really reading it. Truth be told, his mind was elsewhere. Specifically, it was replaying the memory of Daphne's tight arse gripping his cock like a vice as he'd filled her bowels with his seed while her sister held her trembling body.
"Of course it matters!" Hermione snapped, whirling on him. Her cheeks were flushed, her chest heaving with indignation beneath her sensible jumper. "They're saying she's your... your personal slut! That you bent her over in the middle of the hallway and made her scream about being yours! That half the castle heard her begging for your... your cock!"
Harry winced. Well, that part was unfortunately accurate.
"Hermione, I appreciate your concern, but—"
"This could damage everything you've worked for, Harry!" she continued, her voice rising with genuine worry. "You're the Boy Who Lived! The wizard who defeated Voldemort! You're supposed to be a role model! You can't be seen... cavorting with someone like her! She's just using you for your fame, or for homework help, or for... for..."
She trailed off, her cheeks burning even redder as she clearly remembered exactly what Daphne had been using him for when she'd caught them.
Harry sighed, setting down his quill. He could see the genuine concern in her eyes now, beneath the anger and embarrassment. "Hermione, I understand you're worried about me, but I'm a grown wizard. I can make my own choices about who I spend time with."
"Spend time with?" Hermione's voice pitched higher. "Harry, you were fucking her! Right here! And from what everyone's saying, you've been fucking her all over the castle!"
The crude word sounded strange coming from Hermione's prim mouth, and Harry felt his cock give an interested twitch at the sound. Down, boy. This was definitely not the time.
"Look, I know it's complicated—" Harry began, but then, the distinct sound of high heels clicking on marble made him freeze mid-sentence.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
That rhythmic, unmistakable sound that had become the herald of his most depraved sexual encounters. Harry's cock went from half-interested to fully hard in seconds, straining against his trousers as the footsteps grew closer.
Oh no. Oh Merlin, no. Not now.
The door swung open, and Daphne Greengrass stepped into the room.
Harry's mouth went dry. He'd thought her previous outfits were slutty, but this... this was something else entirely. She wore a white shirt that was at least two sizes too small, the buttons straining against the swell of her magnificent breasts. The truly obscene part was that she'd only bothered to button the bottom three buttons, leaving the top completely open in a deep V that plunged well past her sternum. The fabric barely clung to the outer curves of her tits, offering only the flimsiest pretence of coverage. With each breath she took, her chest heaved, and her pink areolas peeked provocatively over the edges of the straining material, her hard nipples bobbing in and out of sight in a mesmerising display.
But if her top was scandalous, her skirt was downright depraved. The micro-skirt was so short it didn't even pretend to provide modesty. Her entire arse hung out the bottom, the pale globes of her cheeks fully exposed to anyone who cared to look. And with each step, each slight shift of her hips, Harry caught the tiniest glimpses of her glistening pussy between her thighs, the pink flesh slick with arousal.
She's not wearing anything underneath. Again.
Daphne's confident stride faltered the moment she spotted Hermione standing in the middle of the room. Her blue eyes widened in surprise, darting between Harry and the bushy-haired witch with something approaching panic. It was clear she'd dressed this way for Harry's eyes only, fully expecting her clothes to be on the floor within minutes of arrival.
"Oh," Daphne said, her voice losing some of its usual sultry confidence. "Granger. I didn't expect to see you here."
"Clearly," Hermione replied icily, her eyes sweeping over Daphne's obscene outfit with barely concealed disgust. "Did you forget to finish getting dressed this morning, Greengrass? Or did you simply decide that modesty was too much effort?"
Daphne's cheeks flushed pink, but she lifted her chin defiantly as she strutted into the room. "I dress however I please, thank you very much. Not all of us hide beneath baggy robes like prudish nuns."
The jab hit its mark. Hermione's face went scarlet, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. "At least I have some self-respect! I don't parade around like... like a common whore, throwing myself at wizards for essay help!"
"I am not a whore!" Daphne snapped, but her protest lost some of its heat as she tried to lean casually against the table. The movement made her shirt gape open even further, fully exposing the inner curves of her breasts for a heart-stopping moment before she hastily adjusted the fabric. "I just... I came here to study! With Harry! Not that it's any of your business!"
"Study?" Hermione's voice dripped with scepticism as she gestured at Daphne's attire. "Dressed like that? What exactly are you planning to study, Greengrass? Advanced Techniques in Seduction? Practical Applications of Prostitution?"
Harry watched the exchange with growing concern and arousal. This was getting out of hand, but watching Hermione's usual composure crack while Daphne squirmed in her slutty outfit was doing things to his cock that he knew he should feel guilty about.
Daphne's flush deepened as she tried to maintain her dignity, crossing her arms beneath her breasts in a way that only pushed them up and out of her straining shirt even more. "You're just jealous, Granger. Jealous that Harry wants me and not some boring bookworm who probably doesn't even know what a cock looks like!"
"I know perfectly well what one looks like!" Hermione shot back before she could stop herself, her face going from red to crimson. "I... I've seen Harry's! When you were... when he was..."
She trailed off, clearly unable to finish the thought, but the damage was done. The admission hung in the air between them, heavy and charged.
Daphne's eyes lit up with wicked delight. "Oh? And what did you think of it, Granger? Did you like watching me bounce on Harry's fat cock? Did you touch yourself in your dormitory afterwards, wishing it was you getting fucked senseless?"
"How dare you!" Hermione sputtered, but the way her eyes darted away told Harry everything he needed to know. "I would never... You're vile! Absolutely vile! I came here to protect Harry from a manipulative slag like you, not to... to discuss your perverse activities!"
"Protect him?" Daphne laughed, the sound sharp and mocking. "From what? Having the best sex of his life? From having the hottest witch in Hogwarts worship his cock every day? Oh yes, how terrible for poor Harry!"
Hermione turned to Harry, her brown eyes pleading. "Harry, please. Tell her this has to stop. Tell her you're not interested anymore. She's using you! She only wants you for your homework help and your... your..."
"My cock?" Harry supplied helpfully, unable to resist.
Both witches stared at him in shock. Hermione's mouth fell open, while Daphne's eyes widened before a slow, sultry smile spread across her face.
"I... you... Harry!" Hermione finally managed to sputter. "This isn't funny! Don't you understand what this is doing to your reputation? People look up to you!"
His cock was straining painfully in his trousers as he watched Daphne shift her weight, the movement causing her skirt to ride up even higher, fully exposing her bare pussy. He could see the glistening arousal coating her pink lips, could practically smell her need from across the room.
"People have been talking about me my entire life, Hermione," Harry said with a shrug. "Let them talk."
"But these rumours are different!" Hermione insisted, her voice cracking with frustration. "They're saying you've made her into your personal sex toy! That you're using her body whenever and wherever you want! That she's become addicted to your... to your..."
"To his big, fat, perfect cock?" Daphne purred, her confidence returning as she saw Harry's hungry gaze on her body. She uncrossed her arms, letting her shirt fall open even more. "Because that part is absolutely true, Granger. I am addicted to Harry's cock. I can't stop thinking about it. About how it stretches me so perfectly, how it fills me up until I can't breathe, how it makes me scream his name loud enough for the entire castle to hear."
"You... you slut!" Hermione gasped, but her voice lacked conviction. Her eyes were fixed on the glimpse of Daphne's exposed pussy, and Harry could see the way her thighs pressed together, seeking friction.
"Fine!" Daphne suddenly shouted, her composure finally snapping. "I'm a slut! A filthy, cock-hungry slut who can't get enough of Harry Potter's massive cock! Is that what you want to hear, Granger? That I've spent every waking moment since the first time imagining it down my throat, in my pussy, in my arse? That I dress like this because I love the way Harry's eyes devour me? That I've become his personal fucktoy and I absolutely love every second of it?"
The silence that followed was deafening. Hermione stared at Daphne with her mouth hanging open, while Harry's cock throbbed so hard it was almost painful.
Then Daphne dropped to her knees between Harry's legs, her hands reaching for his belt with desperate hunger. She looked up at him with those beautiful blue eyes, now filled with raw, unfiltered need.
"Please, Harry," she whimpered, all pretence of dignity abandoned. "Please let me suck your cock. I need it. I've been thinking about it all day, all week. I can barely focus on anything else. Just... please. I promise I'll take it all this time. Every single inch."
Harry's breath caught in his throat. This was it. The moment where he either put a stop to this madness or dove in headfirst. He looked at Hermione, saw the conflicted expression on her face, the way her chest heaved with rapid breaths, the flush that had spread down her neck.
"Hermione..." he said softly, giving her one last chance to leave.
"I'm not leaving," Hermione said stubbornly, crossing her arms beneath her breasts. Her voice was barely above a whisper, but there was steel in it. "If you're really going to... to do this right in front of me, then fine. I'll stay right here. I'll watch every degrading moment until you both realise how ridiculous you're being."
She lifted her chin defiantly, clearly convinced that her presence would shame them into stopping. That faced with an audience, they'd come to their senses and abandon this insanity. It was a silent protest, a moral stand against what she saw as Daphne's corrupting influence.
She thinks Daphne's bluffing, Harry realised with a thrill of excitement. She thinks if she stays, Daphne will back down.
But Harry knew better. Daphne wasn't bluffing. If anything, having an audience only made her more eager.
Harry looked down at Daphne, still on her knees between his legs, her hands already working at his belt buckle with trembling fingers. Then he looked back up at Hermione, meeting her eyes as his hand moved to help Daphne with his trousers.
"Your choice," he said simply.
Hermione's eyes widened as she realised he was serious. She watched, transfixed, as Harry undid his belt and lowered his zip. And then, with one swift movement, he freed his massive cock from its confines.
The thick member sprang free, already fully hard and throbbing with need. It stood proudly before Daphne's face, all twelve inches of thick, veiny perfection, the swollen head already glistening with pre-cum.
Hermione gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. She'd seen it before, of course, but never like this. Never offered up so brazenly, never with such casual confidence. And certainly never while she was standing just a few feet away, able to see every detail of its magnificent size.
"Bloody hell," Daphne breathed, her eyes glazing over with lust as she stared at Harry's cock like it was the most precious treasure in the world. "I've missed you so much."
"Missed... the cock?" Hermione whispered, horrified and fascinated in equal measure. "You've actually... missed it?"
"Of course I have!" Daphne snapped, not taking her eyes off Harry's throbbing member. "Look at it, Granger! It's perfect! Thick and hard and... and... mine."
Before Hermione could respond, Daphne leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the swollen head, her tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh as she moaned in pleasure.
"Oh fuck," Harry groaned, his head falling back as Daphne's hot, wet mouth enveloped him. "That's it, Daphne. Show Hermione what a good little slut you are."
Hermione's face burned with embarrassment, but she couldn't look away. She watched as Daphne's lips stretched obscenely around Harry's thick shaft, as her cheeks hollowed with suction, as her head began to bob up and down in a steady rhythm.
This is wrong, Hermione thought desperately. I should leave. I should go get a professor. I should do something other than stand here and watch.
But her feet remained rooted to the spot, her eyes locked on the lewd display before her.
Daphne pulled off with a wet pop, gasping for air. A strand of saliva connected her lips to Harry's cock, and she grinned up at him wickedly. "I'm going to take it all this time," she promised. "Every single inch. I've been practising."
"Practising?" Hermione squeaked, her voice cracking. "Practising what?"
"My gag reflex, you prude," Daphne shot back, before immediately returning her attention to Harry's cock. She opened her mouth wide and took him in again, this time pushing herself further down his length.
Harry groaned as he felt his cock sliding deeper into Daphne's throat. He could see the way her throat bulged around him, the way her eyes watered as she struggled to take more. But she didn't stop. She kept pushing, kept swallowing, determined to prove herself.
And then, with one final push, she did it. Her lips touched the base of his cock, her nose pressing against his pelvis. She held herself there for a moment, her throat constricting around his length, before pulling back with a gasp.
"I did it!" Daphne exclaimed triumphantly, her voice hoarse but elated. She looked at Hermione with a challenging glare. "Did you see that, Granger? I took it all! Every last inch of Harry's big, beautiful cock!"
Hermione could only stare, her mouth hanging open in shock. The sight had been... obscene. Degrading. And yet, she couldn't deny the heat that was building between her own legs, the way her nipples had hardened beneath her jumper.
"That's my girl," Harry praised, reaching down to stroke Daphne's hair. "Now show Hermione what else you can do with that talented mouth."
Daphne grinned wickedly and dove back down, this time taking Harry deep in one smooth motion. She held herself there, her throat working around his length, before pulling back and doing it again. And again. And again.
Each time she bottomed out, she would smear her bright red lipstick across the base of his cock, marking him as hers. By the time she came up for air, Harry's pelvis was covered in lipstick prints, a testament to her conquest.
"Fuck, Daphne," Harry groaned, his fingers tangling in her blonde hair. "You really have been practising. That throat feels amazing."
"Mmm," Daphne hummed around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers up Harry's spine. She pulled off with another wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. "I told you. I need this cock, Harry. I need it in my mouth, in my pussy, everywhere. I can't get enough."
She punctuated her words by dragging her tongue up the length of his shaft, from base to tip, before taking him back into her mouth. This time, she didn't just bob her head. She really went to work, sucking and licking and stroking with a fervour that bordered on worship.
Hermione watched in horrified fascination as Daphne slobbered all over Harry's cock, as drool ran down her chin and dripped onto her barely covered breasts. The Ice Queen of Slytherin had been reduced to a cock-crazed slut, and she didn't seem to care who saw it.
Is this what sex does to people? Hermione wondered. Does it turn you into... into this?
But even as the thought crossed her mind, she felt her own hand drifting down to press against her aching pussy through her jeans. She was so wet, so desperately aroused by the display before her.
After several more minutes of enthusiastic sucking, Harry gently pulled Daphne off his cock. She whined at the loss, trying to chase his cock with her mouth like a starving woman denied a meal.
"Strip," Harry commanded, his voice rough with desire. "I want to see all of you."
Hermione's hand flew to the hem of her jumper, already lifting it an inch before her brain caught up with what was happening. Wait, he's not talking to me! Her face burned crimson as she hastily dropped her hands, mortified that she'd instinctively started to obey. The fact that her body had responded so readily to Harry's commanding tone sent a confusing thrill through her that she desperately tried to ignore.
Daphne, meanwhile, didn't need to be told twice. She shot Hermione a knowing smirk, clearly having noticed her reaction, before quickly unbuttoning the remaining buttons on her shirt and letting it fall to the floor, revealing her perfect breasts. Her nipples were hard as diamonds, begging to be touched. Then she stood and shimmied out of her micro-skirt, which fell to the floor with barely a whisper.
Now completely naked, Daphne stood before them in all her glory. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back, her fair skin glowing in the candlelight. Her breasts were full and perky, her stomach flat and toned, her legs long and lean. And between her thighs, her pussy glistened with arousal, swollen and ready.
"Fucking beautiful," Harry breathed, his eyes roaming over every inch of her body.
Even Hermione couldn't help but stare. Daphne's body was... perfect. Absolutely perfect. It made Hermione acutely aware of her own baggy robes, of her own hidden curves, and the fact that she'd almost stripped at Harry's command like some sort of trained pet.
Is this why Harry wants her? Hermione thought miserably. Because she's so... so...
"Climb on," Harry ordered, patting his lap.
Daphne practically leapt into his lap, straddling him with her legs on either side of his hips. She reached down and gripped his cock, positioning it at her entrance. Then, with a moan of pure bliss, she sank down onto him.
"Oh Merlin," Daphne whimpered as Harry's cock stretched her open, filling her completely. "So big... so perfect... I've been dreaming about this."
She began to move, rolling her hips in slow, sensuous circles. Her breasts bounced with each movement, her nipples hard and begging for attention. Harry obliged, reaching up to cup her tits, his thumbs brushing over the sensitive buds.
"That's it," Harry encouraged, his hands moving to grip her hips. "Ride my cock, Daphne. Show Hermione how much you love it."
Daphne's movements became more frantic, her hips rising and falling as she bounced on Harry's lap. The wet sounds of their coupling filled the room, along with Daphne's increasingly loud moans.
"I love it!" Daphne cried out, her head thrown back in ecstasy. "I love your cock, Harry! I love the way it fills me up! I love the way it makes me feel!"
Hermione stood frozen, one hand still pressed against her aching pussy. She should leave. She should definitely leave. But she couldn't. She was transfixed by the sight before her, by the way Daphne's body moved, by the obvious pleasure on both their faces.
And then, without quite meaning to, Hermione's hand slipped beneath the waistband of her jeans.
The touch of her own fingers against her soaking wet panties made her gasp. She was so aroused, so desperately turned on by what she was witnessing. Her fingers moved almost of their own accord, rubbing circles over her sensitive clit through the thin fabric.
Harry's eyes locked onto Hermione, watching as she touched herself. A wicked grin spread across his face.
"Hermione," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Are you enjoying the show?"
Hermione's eyes flew open, her face burning with humiliation as she realised she'd been caught. But instead of removing her hand, instead of running away like she should, she found herself nodding.
"I... I..." she stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence.
"Take off your jumper," Harry commanded. "If you're going to touch yourself while you watch, you might as well be comfortable."
Hermione hesitated, her hand still buried in her jeans, still rubbing her aching pussy. This was it. This was the moment where she either left or committed fully to this insanity.
With trembling hands, she pulled her jumper over her head and tossed it aside. Underneath, she wore a simple white bra that did nothing to hide her hardened nipples. Her breasts, while not as large as Daphne's, were still perky and beautiful, straining against the confines of her bra.
"The bra too," Harry said, still thrusting up into Daphne, who was moaning and writhing in his lap.
Hermione reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts sprang free, her pink nipples hard and sensitive. Without thinking, she brought her free hand up to cup one breast, her fingers pinching and rolling her nipple as her other hand continued to work between her legs.
"That's it," Harry praised. "You're beautiful, Hermione. Don't hide yourself away."
The words sent a thrill through Hermione's body. Harry thought she was beautiful. He was watching her touch herself, and he thought she was beautiful.
She pulled her hand out of her jeans and quickly shimmied out of them, along with her soaking wet panties. Now naked from the waist down, she moved to one of the chairs and sat down, spreading her legs to give herself better access.
Her fingers found her clit again, rubbing in tight circles as she watched Harry fuck Daphne. She could see everything from this angle. The way Harry's thick cock stretched Daphne's pussy, the way it glistened with her arousal each time it pulled out before slamming back in.
"Oh Merlin," Hermione whimpered, her fingers moving faster. "This is... I can't believe I'm..."
"You're watching your best friend fuck the hottest witch in school," Harry supplied helpfully. "And you're touching yourself because it's making you so wet you can't help yourself."
"Yes," Hermione gasped, the admission sending another wave of arousal through her body. "Yes, I'm so wet. I'm so... oh!"
She slipped two fingers inside herself, pumping them in and out as her thumb worked her clit. Her other hand continued to play with her breasts, alternating between them, pinching and pulling at her nipples.
Harry felt his control slipping. The sight of Hermione fingering herself while he fucked Daphne was too much. He needed more. He needed to push this even further.
"Off," he ordered Daphne, lifting her off his cock. She whined at the loss, but obeyed.
Harry stood, his cock jutting out proudly, slick with Daphne's arousal. He moved towards Hermione, pulling Daphne along with him. When he reached Hermione's chair, he positioned Daphne in front of it and pushed her forward.
Daphne collapsed into Hermione's lap, her breasts pressing against Hermione's, their faces inches apart. Hermione gasped at the sudden contact, at the feeling of another witch's naked body against her own.
"Harry, what are you..." Daphne began, but her words were cut off as Harry positioned himself behind her and slammed his cock back into her pussy.
"Oh fuck!" Daphne screamed, her body jerking forward from the force of Harry's thrust. Her face was now pressed into the crook of Hermione's neck, her lips brushing against sensitive skin.
Harry gripped Daphne's hips and began to pound into her with abandon. Each thrust pushed Daphne further into Hermione's embrace, their breasts rubbing together, their bodies moving in tandem.
Hermione didn't know what to do with her hands. One moment they were on Daphne's back, steadying her, the next they were gripping her hips, helping to push her back onto Harry's cock. The intimacy was overwhelming, the sensation of Daphne's body against hers, the sounds of her moans in Hermione's ear.
"Fuck, this is hot," Harry groaned, watching as the two witches writhed together, their bodies pressed intimately against each other. "Look at you both. So beautiful."
Daphne was gasping and moaning, her breath hot against Hermione's neck. Her nipples were hard points pressing into Hermione's softer breasts, creating delicious friction with each of Harry's powerful thrusts.
"I'm... I'm so close," Daphne whimpered, her hands clutching at Hermione's shoulders for support. "Harry, please... I need to cum!"
"Not yet," Harry commanded, his voice rough with desire. He slowed his thrusts, making Daphne whine in frustration. "Not until you kiss her."
Both witches froze. Hermione's eyes widened in shock as she stared at Daphne, their faces still inches apart. Daphne looked equally stunned, her blue eyes meeting Hermione's brown ones in a moment of shared uncertainty.
"W-what?" Daphne stammered, her cheeks flushing red.
"You heard me," Harry said, giving a particularly deep thrust that made Daphne gasp and press even harder against Hermione. "If you want to cum, you need to kiss Hermione. Really kiss her. Show her how good it feels."
"But... but I..." Daphne's protests died on her lips as Harry began to thrust again, each movement pushing her closer to the edge but never quite enough to send her over.
"Please," Hermione whispered, surprising herself. Her own arousal was burning through her, and the feeling of Daphne's body against hers, the scent of her skin, the warmth of her breath... it was intoxicating. "Please, Daphne. I... I need to see it. I need to..."
She couldn't finish the sentence, couldn't admit what she was feeling. But apparently, it was enough.
Daphne's eyes softened, and she leaned in, closing the final distance between them. Their lips met in a tentative kiss, soft and exploratory at first. But as Harry continued to pound into Daphne from behind, the kiss deepened, became more urgent.
Hermione's hands came up to cup Daphne's face, holding her close as their tongues met and danced. She could taste the remnants of Harry's pre-cum on Daphne's lips, could feel the other witch's moans vibrating against her mouth.
"That's it," Harry groaned, his pace increasing. "Fuck, that's so hot. Keep kissing her, Daphne. Show Hermione what a good little slut you are."
Daphne moaned into Hermione's mouth, her hips bucking back to meet Harry's thrusts. The combination of sensations was overwhelming. Harry's massive cock filling her pussy, Hermione's soft lips against hers, their breasts pressed together, their nipples rubbing with each movement.
"I'm going to cum," Daphne whimpered against Hermione's lips. "Oh Merlin, I'm going to cum so hard!"
"Do it," Harry commanded, his thrusts becoming brutal. "Cum for me, Daphne. Cum while you kiss Hermione. Show her how good my cock makes you feel!"
And Daphne did. Her orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing in Hermione's arms as she screamed into the other witch's mouth. Her pussy clenched around Harry's cock, milking him, begging for his seed.
The sight and sound of Daphne's orgasm, combined with the feeling of her body spasming against hers, pushed Hermione over the edge as well. She came with a muffled cry, her fingers working frantically at her clit as waves of pleasure washed over her. The two witches clung to each other, their bodies trembling and shaking as they rode out their orgasms together.
Harry couldn't hold back any longer. With a roar of pleasure, he slammed deep into Daphne one final time and came, his cock pulsing as he filled her pussy with rope after rope of hot, thick cum.
"Fuck yes!" Harry groaned, his hips jerking as he emptied himself into Daphne. "Take it all, you filthy slut! Every last drop!"
Daphne could only whimper in response, her body still shaking from the intensity of her orgasm. She collapsed completely against Hermione, her face buried in the other witch's neck as Harry's cum flooded her womb.
For a long moment, the three of them stayed like that, breathing heavily, their bodies slick with sweat. Then, slowly, Harry pulled out of Daphne, his softening cock slipping free with a wet sound.
Immediately, his cum began to leak out of Daphne's well-fucked pussy, dripping down her thighs in thick, pearly streams. But gravity wasn't the only force at work. Some of it dripped directly down onto Hermione's pussy, the hot liquid coating her swollen lips and mixing with her own arousal.
Hermione gasped at the sensation, her eyes widening as she felt Harry's cum on her most intimate area. Without thinking, she brought her hand down and began to rub it into her pussy, her fingers working it over her clit and then slipping inside herself.
"Oh Merlin," Hermione moaned, her head falling back as she fingered Harry's cum into her own pussy. The feeling was incredible, dirty and wrong and absolutely perfect. "This is... oh fuck..."
Harry watched with hungry eyes as Hermione worked his seed into herself, her fingers pumping in and out, her hips bucking up to meet her own hand. Daphne, still collapsed against Hermione, turned her head to watch as well, a lazy smile on her face.
"Looks like someone's not such a prude after all," Daphne murmured, her voice hoarse but teasing.
"Shut up," Hermione gasped, but there was no real bite to her words, not when she was still working Harry's cum into her own desperate pussy. "Just... just shut up."
Disclaimer: This story is set in a timeline where Harry Potter returns to Hogwarts for his final year after defeating Voldemort. All characters featured in this story are 18+ and consenting adults.