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Disclaimer: This story is set in a timeline where Harry Potter has defeated Voldemort and is exploring life after Hogwarts. All characters featured in this story are 18+, and none of them are related.
The summer sun beat down on Harry's naked body, warming his skin in that lazy, luxurious way that made every muscle in his body feel loose and relaxed. He was sprawled on one of the cushioned sun loungers by the pool, his legs spread, his arms resting on the padded armrests, and between his thighs knelt the most beautiful blonde witch he had ever seen, her golden hair spilling over his lap as she worshipped his cock with the devotion of a priestess before an altar.
Daphne Greengrass had her lips wrapped around the swollen head of his shaft, her blue eyes gazing up at him with an expression of pure, unadulterated worship. She wasn't rushing, wasn't trying to bring him to completion quickly. No, she was savouring him, her tongue swirling lazy circles around his cockhead, tracing the sensitive ridge beneath, dipping into his slit to collect the bead of arousal that had gathered there. Her hand was wrapped around the base of his shaft, not stroking, just holding him steady while her mouth did all the work, and the contrast between the warm wetness of her lips and the cool summer breeze on his saliva-slicked length was driving him slowly, deliciously mad.
This is how a cock should be treated, Harry thought, threading his fingers through her silky blonde hair. The strands felt like spun gold between his fingers, soft and impossibly smooth, and he let them cascade through his grip as she bobbed her head, taking another inch of him into her hot, willing mouth. Like it's the centre of her entire fucking universe.
And that's exactly what Daphne was treating it as. She moaned around his length, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure racing up his spine, and he watched her hollow her cheeks as she sucked him deeper. Her lips stretched obscenely around his girth, that perfect pink mouth that had sneered at lesser wizards and delivered cutting remarks with aristocratic precision now put to its true purpose, sliding up and down his thick shaft like it was born to do nothing else.
The grounds of Potter Manor stretched out around them, vast lawns and gardens basking in the summer heat, not a soul in sight to witness the depraved scene unfolding by the pool. Harry could hear birds singing in the distant trees, could feel the gentle breeze carrying the scent of flowers and freshly cut grass, and he could hear something else too: the wet, obscene sounds of Daphne's mouth working his cock, the soft slurping and sucking that seemed impossibly loud in the peaceful quiet of the afternoon.
Daphne pulled back until just his cockhead remained between her lips, and she looked up at him with those stunning blue eyes, her gaze questioning, seeking his approval. A string of saliva connected her lower lip to his shaft, glistening in the sunlight, and Harry thought he had never seen anything more beautiful in his entire life. Her face was flushed with arousal, her cheeks slightly pink, and her pupils were blown wide with desire.
"Am I doing it right?" she asked, and her voice was thick and husky, roughened by the cock that had been lodged in her throat moments before. The question was almost absurd coming from her, from the Ice Queen of Slytherin, from the witch who had made a career of making men beg for her attention. But here she was, on her knees, asking if her cocksucking met his standards.
Harry tightened his grip in her hair. "You're doing perfectly," he said, and he meant it. "Now take it deeper."
Daphne's eyes flashed with something that might have been pride, and then she was sinking back down, her lips stretching around him, her throat opening to accept his length. Harry watched, transfixed, as inch after inch of his cock disappeared into her mouth, watched her nose press against his abdomen, watched her throat bulge around his girth as she took him all the way to the root.
Fuck. His hips jerked involuntarily, pressing himself even deeper into her throat, and Daphne made a small choking sound that went straight to his balls. But she didn't pull back, didn't try to escape. She just held herself there, her throat spasming around his cock, her eyes watering slightly, worshipping him with every fibre of her being.
She stayed like that for a long, perfect moment, and then she began to bob her head again, fucking her own throat on his cock with long, deep strokes. The sensation was indescribable, her tight throat gripping him like a fist, her tongue pressing against his underside, her lips dragging along his length with each pass. Harry's head fell back against the lounger as pleasure washed through him in waves.
The sun warmed his chest and face, the birds continued their oblivious singing, and the most beautiful witch in Britain continued to worship his cock like her life depended on it. This was what summer was supposed to be.
After what felt like hours of lazy, devoted attention, Daphne finally pulled off his cock with a wet pop, strings of saliva stretching between her swollen lips and his glistening shaft. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a gesture that should have been crude but somehow looked elegant when she did it, and then she rose to her feet.
Harry's eyes tracked up her body as she stood, drinking in every perfect inch of her. Her legs were long and toned, tanned a golden brown from days spent lounging by the pool, and they led up to the smooth, bare mound of her pussy, her lips pink and glistening with arousal. Her stomach was flat and taut, her waist slim, and above that her tits hung heavy and full, her nipples hard points in the warm summer air. She was completely, gloriously naked, and she looked like something out of a fever dream.
Daphne climbed onto the sun lounger, straddling his hips, and Harry felt his cock brush against her wet folds. She reached down between them, her delicate fingers wrapping around his shaft, and she positioned him at her entrance, the swollen head of his cock pressing against her slick opening.
Their eyes met.
And then she sank down.
Heaven.
The word flashed through Harry's mind as Daphne's tight, hot cunt enveloped his cock inch by glorious inch. Her walls gripped him like velvet, squeezing and rippling around his length, and she was so wet that he slid in easily despite her tightness, her arousal coating his shaft as she descended. She didn't stop until she was fully seated, until every inch of his cock was buried inside her, until her arse was resting on his thighs and her clit was pressed against his pubic bone.
Daphne placed her hands on his chest, her fingers splaying across his pectorals, and she looked down at him with an expression that made his cock throb inside her. Her blue eyes were heavy-lidded with pleasure, her lips parted, her golden hair falling around her face like a curtain, and she looked like a goddess perched atop her throne.
"Merlin," she breathed, her voice shaky. "I will never get used to how full you make me feel."
Harry gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "Then maybe you need more practice."
Daphne's lips curved into a smile, and then she began to move.
She rose slowly, lifting herself until only the head of his cock remained inside her, and Harry watched, mesmerised, as his glistening shaft emerged from her body. He could see her pussy lips clinging to him, see the way they stretched around his girth, see the slick coating of her arousal that covered every inch of his length. And then she dropped.
Fuck!
The impact drove the breath from his lungs. Daphne's arse slapped against his thighs, her cunt swallowing his cock in one swift motion, and she let out a moan that echoed across the empty grounds. Her tits swayed with the force of her descent, those perfect globes heavy and full, and Harry reached up to cup them, filling his hands with her soft flesh.
She set a rhythm, rising and falling on his cock with deliberate, measured movements. Each time she lifted herself, Harry could feel her tight walls dragging along his shaft, gripping him, reluctant to let go. And each time she dropped back down, he felt the blunt head of his cock punch deep into her cunt, felt her inner muscles spasm around him, heard the wet slap of their bodies meeting.
Harry watched her face as she fucked herself on his cock. Her expression was complex, shifting between concentration and pleasure, her brow furrowed slightly as she focused on the sensations flooding her body. Her lips were parted, soft gasps and moans escaping with each bounce, and her eyes kept fluttering closed before snapping open again, as if she didn't want to miss a moment of this.
"You feel so good," she moaned, her pace increasing slightly. "Merlin, Harry, your cock feels so fucking good inside me."
Her tits were now bouncing freely in front of his face, rising and falling with each thrust of her hips, and Harry couldn't resist. He leaned forward and captured one of her hard nipples between his lips, sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth while his hand kneaded her other breast. Daphne cried out, her rhythm faltering for a moment, her cunt clenching around him.
"Yes!" she gasped, her hands moving from his chest to his shoulders, gripping him for support as her hips continued to rise and fall. "Suck my tits, Harry! Play with them while I fuck myself on your big, fat cock!"
Harry obliged, switching his attention to her other nipple, flicking his tongue across the hard peak while his teeth grazed the sensitive flesh. Daphne was bouncing faster now, her movements becoming more frantic, more desperate, and the wet sounds of their fucking filled the air around them. He could feel her juices running down his shaft, pooling at the base of his cock, dripping onto his balls.
"I'm getting close," Daphne panted, her movements becoming jerky and uncoordinated. "Merlin, Harry, I'm so close!"
Harry released her nipple and looked up at her face, watching the pleasure build behind her eyes. Her mouth was hanging open now, her moans continuous, her tits bouncing wildly as she slammed herself down on his cock again and again. She was using him, riding him, chasing her own pleasure with single-minded determination, and Harry found it incredibly fucking hot.
"Cum for me," he ordered, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. "Cum on my cock, Daphne."
That was all she needed.
Daphne's entire body seized up, her back arching, her cunt clamping down on his cock so hard he saw stars. She screamed, a raw, primal sound of pure pleasure that echoed across the grounds, her head thrown back, her golden hair cascading down her back. Her hips continued to move in small, desperate circles, grinding her clit against him as wave after wave of orgasm crashed through her body.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck, yes! I'm cumming!" she wailed, her words barely coherent. "I'm cumming on your cock, Harry!"
Harry felt her pussy spasming around him, felt the flood of her release coating his shaft, felt her thighs trembling against his hips. She was coming apart above him, shattering into a million pieces, and the sight of her in the throes of ecstasy was almost enough to push him over the edge as well.
But not yet. Not until he'd had his fill.
As Daphne's orgasm began to subside, as her body went limp and her head drooped forward, Harry made his move. In one swift motion, he flipped them, grabbing her hips and spinning her around until she was face-down on the sun lounger, her arse thrust up into the air, her cheek pressed against the warm cushion.
Daphne let out a surprised yelp that quickly turned into a moan as Harry positioned himself behind her. Her arse was a work of art, round and firm and tanned golden by the summer sun, and her pussy was pink and swollen and dripping with the evidence of her orgasm. Harry gripped her hips and lined himself up, the head of his cock pressing against her soaked entrance.
"Harry," Daphne breathed, looking back at him over her shoulder with glazed, unfocused eyes. "What are you—"
He thrust forward.
Daphne screamed.
Harry's cock plunged into her cunt in one brutal stroke, burying himself to the hilt in her tight, spasming channel. She was still quivering from her orgasm, her inner walls still rippling and clenching, and the sensation of her overstimulated pussy gripping his cock was unlike anything he had ever felt.
He didn't give her time to adjust. He pulled back and thrust forward again, setting a punishing pace that had her crying out with every stroke. His hips slapped against her arse cheeks, the impact sending ripples through her flesh, and the sound echoed across the empty grounds.
"Fuck!" Daphne screamed, her fingers clawing at the cushion beneath her. "Oh, Merlin, Harry! So deep! You're so fucking deep!"
Harry gripped her hips harder, using them as leverage to fuck her with everything he had. Each thrust drove the breath from her lungs, each impact made her arse cheeks bounce and jiggle, and the wet, obscene sounds of his cock pistoning in and out of her soaked cunt filled the summer air.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" Harry growled, his voice rough with exertion. "You wanted me to use you. To fuck you like a toy."
"Yes!" Daphne wailed, her voice breaking. "Yes, Harry! Use me! Fuck me! I'm yours! I'm your fucking toy!"
Her words spurred him on. Harry increased his pace, his hips becoming a blur as he pounded into her with brutal, relentless force. Daphne's moans had become continuous now, a keening wail of pleasure that seemed to rise and fall with each thrust of his cock. Her back was arched, her arse thrust up to meet him, and she was pushing back against him with every stroke, desperate for more.
"Oh Merlin!" she screamed, and Harry could feel another orgasm building in her, could feel her cunt starting to tighten around him again. "Oh fuck, Harry, I'm going to cum again! You're going to make me cum again!"
Harry could feel his own release approaching, could feel the pressure building in his balls, the tingling at the base of his spine. But he wanted her to finish first. He wanted to feel her pussy strangling his cock when he finally let go.
He reached around her hip and found her clit.
The effect was instantaneous. Daphne's whole body convulsed, her back bowing, her cunt clamping down on his cock with crushing force. She screamed, louder than before, her voice echoing across the grounds as her second orgasm tore through her with the force of a hurricane.
"Cumming!" she shrieked, the word stretching into a long, desperate wail. "I'm cumming! Don't stop! Please don't stop!"
Harry didn't stop. He fucked her through her orgasm, his fingers circling her clit, his cock driving into her spasming cunt again and again. And when he felt her walls clench around him one final time, when he felt her body shudder beneath him, when he heard her scream reach its crescendo, he finally let himself go.
"Take it," he grunted, burying himself to the hilt. "Take all of it!"
His cock pulsed, and then he was cumming, pumping rope after rope of hot seed deep into Daphne's willing cunt. The release was explosive, his entire body tensing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through him. He could feel his cum flooding her, filling her, and Daphne was moaning beneath him, her pussy milking him for every last drop.
"Yes!" she cried, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Fill me up, Harry! Give me all your cum!"
Harry obliged, his hips jerking as he emptied himself inside her. The orgasm seemed to go on forever, each pulse sending another spurt of seed into her depths, and by the time it finally began to subside, he was panting, his body trembling with the aftershocks.
He collapsed forward, catching himself on his hands, his cock still buried inside Daphne's cum-filled cunt. Both of them were gasping for breath, their bodies slick with sweat, and the summer sun continued to beat down on them with cheerful indifference.
Finally, Harry pulled out.
He sat back on his heels and watched, fascinated, as his cum began to leak from Daphne's abused pussy. The white trickle ran down over her swollen, pink lips, dripping onto the cushion beneath her. Her arsehole clenched above, her whole body still trembling, and she made no move to close her legs or hide herself from his gaze.
Mine, Harry thought, watching his seed drip from her well-used cunt. She's fucking mine.
Daphne let out a long, satisfied sigh and turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. Her blue eyes were glazed with pleasure, her cheeks flushed, her golden hair a tangled mess, and she was smiling.
"Merlin," she breathed. "I needed that."
Harry grinned, reaching out to give her arse a playful slap. The impact made her cheek jiggle, made more of his cum leak from her pussy, and Daphne let out a small moan that suggested she wasn't entirely finished yet.
"Anytime," Harry said. "Literally anytime."