Disclaimer: Hogwarts start at the age of 13, making all characters Harry encounter 18+
For a moment, nobody moved. The only sound in the cavernous bathroom was the steady drip, drip, drip of Harry's cum leaking from Hermione's well-fucked arse into the water below, each drop echoing off the marble walls like a perverse metronome.
Daphne Greengrass stood in the doorway, her blue eyes sparkling with undisguised amusement as they traveled slowly from Harry's still-hard cock, glistening with cum and Hermione's juices, to Hermione's gaping arsehole, stretched obscenely around nothing, thick white seed dripping steadily down her thighs.
"Well, well, well," Daphne purred, a wicked smirk spreading across her perfect face. She stepped into the bathroom, letting the door swing shut behind her with a soft click that echoed through the space. "I came for a relaxing bath after Prefect rounds, but it seems I've walked into something far more interesting."
"Daphne!" Hermione gasped, trying to push herself up from where she was bent over the marble edge of the tub. Her arms trembled with the effort, barely able to support her weight after the thorough fucking she'd just received. "This isn't... we were just..."
"Fucking?" Daphne supplied helpfully, dropping her towel on a nearby bench. Her fingers went to the buttons of her shirt, working them open with practised ease. "I know, Granger. The entire corridor knows. Your screaming could probably be heard in the Astronomy Tower."
Hermione's face went bright red, a beautiful blush spreading down her neck and across her perky tits. "I wasn't... I didn't..."
"Oh, you definitely were," Daphne interrupted, shrugging off her shirt to reveal a black lace bra that pushed her perfect tits together, creating a deep valley of cleavage that made Harry's cock throb. "In fact, I believe the exact words echoing through the halls were 'HARRY! OH FUCK, HARRY! YES, YES, YES!' Should I go on?"
Harry chuckled from his position in the bath, thoroughly enjoying the show. His cock hadn't softened even a bit, still standing proud and hard, ready for more. The sight of Daphne stripping while teasing an exhausted Hermione was exactly the kind of entertainment he needed.
"Leave her alone, Daphne," Harry said, though his tone was more amused than chastising. "She earned those screams."
"Oh, I'm sure she did," Daphne agreed, unzipping her skirt and letting it pool at her feet. She was wearing a matching black lace thong that barely covered her cleanly shaven pussy, the fabric so sheer Harry could see the pink of her lips through it. "Though I have to say, Granger, I'm a bit jealous."
"Jealous?" Hermione managed, finally succeeding in pulling herself up to a sitting position on the edge of the tub. Her legs dangled in the water, still trembling, and cum continued to leak from her stretched arsehole onto the marble beneath her. "Of what?"
"Of the fact that you got your arse fucked first," Daphne said matter-of-factly, reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra. The black lace fell away, and her perfect tits bounced free, her pink nipples already hard as diamonds. "I've been dropping hints for weeks, but apparently Harry decided to give that particular honour to my baby sister and his best friend before his actual girlfriend."
Girlfriend? Harry thought, raising an eyebrow. That was a new development. They'd agreed he could sleep around, but she'd never actually claimed the title before.
"You're not his girlfriend," Hermione protested weakly, though she didn't sound very convinced. "You said he could fuck whoever he wanted."
"I said he could fuck whoever he wanted as long as he always came back to remember what a perfect pussy feels like," Daphne corrected, hooking her thumbs into her thong and slowly sliding it down her long legs. "And besides, we both know I'm the one he thinks about when he's balls deep in other girls."
She stepped out of her thong, now completely naked, and Harry had to admit she looked absolutely spectacular. Tall and slim with an hourglass figure that belonged in magazines, her blonde hair fell in perfect waves over her shoulders, framing her gorgeous face. Her tits were big and perky, defying gravity in a way that made him want to bury his face between them. Her stomach was flat and toned, leading down to the cleanest, prettiest pussy he'd ever seen, her pink lips already glistening with arousal.
"Is that true, Harry?" Hermione asked quietly, looking at him with those big brown eyes. "Do you think about her?"
Harry grinned, spreading his arms along the edge of the tub, putting his hard cock on full display. "Sometimes," he admitted, enjoying the way both girls' eyes immediately dropped to his erection. "But I think about all of you. Every tight pussy, every perfect arse, every beautiful mouth wrapped around my cock. You're all fucking amazing."
It was the perfect answer. Hermione's face lit up with a tired but genuine smile, pleased to be included in his praise, while Daphne's smirk grew even wider, clearly interpreting his words as confirmation that she was at the top of his mental list.
"Such a smooth talker," Daphne purred, stepping into the bath. The warm water lapped at her thighs as she waded towards him, her hips swaying hypnotically. "But I didn't come here for pretty words, Harry. I came here because I heard Granger screaming your name and decided it was time to remind you what a proper pussy feels like."
She reached him, her hands sliding over his chest, her nails scraping lightly against his skin. Her blue eyes locked onto his, filled with hunger and challenge, the kind of look that always made his cock throb with anticipation.
"You just fucked her arse, didn't you?" Daphne whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. "Stretched her tight little hole around your fat cock until she was screaming and begging for more?"
"I did," Harry confirmed, his hands finding her hips beneath the water, pulling her closer. "Filled her arse with so much cum it's still dripping out."
"Mmm," Daphne hummed appreciatively, grinding her pussy against his cock. "I bet it was incredible. But you know what would be even better?"
"What's that?"
"Feeling my perfect, wet pussy wrapped around your cock," Daphne breathed, reaching down between them to grip his shaft. Her fingers couldn't quite wrap all the way around his girth, just like always. "Reminding yourself why I'm your favourite."
"I never said you were my favourite," Harry teased, even as his cock throbbed in her hand.
"You didn't have to," Daphne said confidently, positioning him at her entrance. Her pussy lips spread around his cockhead, and she began to sink down, taking him inside her with practised ease. "Your cock tells me everything I need to know. The way it jumps every time I walk into a room, the way it throbs when I bend over in my short skirts, the way it absolutely destroys me every time you fuck me. We both know the truth, Harry."
She sank down further, taking inch after inch of his thick cock inside her. Her pussy was incredibly tight, gripping him like a velvet vice, but she was also soaking wet, making it easy for her to take him deep. By the time her arse rested on his thighs, she'd swallowed his entire length, something that never failed to impress him.
"Fuck, you're tight," Harry groaned, his fingers digging into her hips. "Your pussy always feels so fucking good, Daphne."
"That's because it's perfect," Daphne said matter-of-factly, beginning to roll her hips, grinding against him. "Just like the rest of me."
From her position on the edge of the tub, Hermione made a sound somewhere between a scoff and a whimper. She was watching them with tired eyes, clearly too exhausted to properly compete but unable to stop herself from trying.
"Don't worry, Granger," Daphne called over her shoulder, not breaking her rhythm. "You can watch and learn. I'll show you how a real slut rides cock."
"I know how to ride cock," Hermione protested weakly, though her voice lacked its usual conviction. She was clearly spent, her body still recovering from having her anal virginity taken so thoroughly.
"Could've fooled me," Daphne shot back, lifting herself up until just Harry's cockhead remained inside her before slamming back down. The water splashed around them violently, waves lapping at the edges of the tub. "From what I heard, you were too busy screaming to do much riding at all."
Harry chuckled, watching Daphne's tits bounce as she fucked herself on his cock. She really was spectacular at this, her hips rolling with practised expertise, taking him deep with every movement. The warm water added an extra dimension to the sensation, creating resistance that made every motion feel more intense.
Hermione shifted on her perch, one hand sliding down between her legs despite her obvious exhaustion. She couldn't help herself, watching Daphne ride Harry was clearly turning her on even in her thoroughly fucked state.
"Look at her," Daphne panted, noticing Hermione's wandering hand. "Can't even stop herself from getting turned on watching me fuck your cock. Pathetic."
"Don't be mean," Harry chided, though he was grinning. "She just appreciates a good show. Don't you, Hermione?"
"Yes," Hermione admitted quietly, her fingers working her clit in slow circles. "You both look... really hot."
The admission made Daphne moan even louder, clearly enjoying having an audience. She bounced harder, faster, her arse slapping against Harry's thighs with wet smacks that echoed through the bathroom.
But Harry was starting to want more. Watching Daphne ride him was incredible, but he wanted to take control, to fuck her properly, to make her scream just as loud as Hermione had.
With a firm grip on her hips, Harry stood up from his seated position in the bath, lifting Daphne with him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, his cock still buried inside her, and squealed in surprise.
"Harry! What are you doing?"
"Taking control," Harry said simply, carrying her through the water towards the edge of the tub. When he reached it, he pulled out of her with a wet squelch that made her whimper at the sudden emptiness, then turned her around, pressing her upper body against the cool marble edge, positioning her exactly as he'd had Hermione earlier.
Daphne's perfect arse stuck up in the air, half out of the water, her long blonde hair splayed across the marble floor. From this angle, Harry had the most incredible view of her dripping pussy, her pink lips swollen and glistening, practically begging to be filled again.
"Oh fuck," Daphne breathed, realising what he had planned. "You're going to destroy me, aren't you?"
"That's the plan," Harry confirmed, lining up his cock with her entrance and slamming inside in one hard thrust. Daphne screamed, the sound bouncing off every surface, amplified by the bathroom's perfect acoustics.
"YES! FUCK YES!"
Harry established a brutal pace, pounding into her with long, hard strokes that made her whole body shake. His hips slapped against her arse with loud smacks, sending ripples through her perfect cheeks. The water splashed around them, creating waves that spilled over the edges of the tub onto the already wet marble floor.
"Take it," Harry growled, one hand gripping her hip while the other tangled in her blonde hair, pulling her head back. "Take my fat cock in your perfect little pussy. Show Hermione why you're such a good slut for me."
"So good!" Daphne sobbed, her pussy clenching around him. "Your cock is so good, Harry! I love it! I love being your slut!"
From the corner of his eye, Harry could see Hermione watching intently, her fingers working frantically between her legs despite her exhaustion. She was completely transfixed, unable to look away from the sight of Harry absolutely destroying Daphne's pussy.
"You like watching?" Harry called to her, not breaking his rhythm. "Like seeing me fuck this perfect pussy?"
"Yes," Hermione admitted breathlessly. "Merlin, yes, it's so hot."
The confession made Harry's cock throb, his balls churning with the need to come. He released Daphne's hair and reached around to grab her swinging tits, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh while continuing to pound into her from behind.
"Harry!" Daphne screamed, her voice echoing beautifully. "Touch my clit! Please, I need to come!"
Harry obliged, one hand leaving her tits to snake down between her legs, finding her swollen clit and rubbing it in tight circles. The effect was immediate. Daphne's pussy clenched around him like a vice, her whole body going rigid as her orgasm approached.
"That's it," Harry encouraged, fucking her harder. "Come on my cock, Daphne. Show Hermione how loud you can scream."
"FUCK! HARRY! I'M COMING!"
Daphne's orgasm hit her like an explosion. Her pussy spasmed around Harry's cock, gripping him so tight it almost hurt, rippling waves of contractions that milked his shaft. Her screams filled the bathroom, even louder than Hermione's had been, bouncing off every surface until it sounded like a dozen Daphnes were all climaxing at once.
The sight and sound of her coming so hard pushed Harry over the edge. His balls drew up tight, his cock swelled even larger, and with a roar he buried himself to the hilt and erupted inside her. Rope after rope of thick, hot cum shot deep into her pussy, painting her insides white, filling her completely until it started leaking out around his shaft.
"Fuck yes!" Daphne sobbed, a second orgasm crashing through her at the feeling of being filled. "Fill me up! Give me every drop!"
Harry continued grinding against her, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her, marking her in the most primal way. The sensation was incredible, the tight heat of her pussy combined with the warm water and the knowledge that Hermione was watching made it one of the most intense orgasms he'd had.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, his cock stopped pulsing. He stayed buried inside Daphne for a moment longer, both of them panting heavily, before slowly withdrawing. His cock emerged with a wet pop, followed immediately by a flood of his cum. Daphne's pussy couldn't contain it all, the thick white seed streaming out of her, mixing with the bath water.
"Bloody hell," Daphne breathed, staying bent over the edge, too exhausted to move. "That was... fuck, that was incredible."
"Agreed," Harry said, running a hand over her arse appreciatively.
From her position on the side of the tub, Hermione's breathing had become ragged and desperate. Harry looked over to find her trembling violently, her hand working frantically between her legs, her eyes glazed with arousal as she stared at Daphne's cum-dripping pussy.
"Fuck," Hermione whimpered, her fingers flying over her clit. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..."
Her whole body went rigid, her back arching off the marble as her orgasm crashed through her. "FUCK!" she screamed, her free hand gripping the edge of the tub so hard her knuckles went white. Her thighs clamped around her hand as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her exhausted body, her pussy gushing despite having already been thoroughly used.
Harry watched in fascination as his best friend came completely undone just from watching him fuck another girl, her face a picture of desperate pleasure, her chest heaving with each gasping breath.
"Did you just..." Harry started as Hermione's trembling finally began to subside, realising what had happened.
"Yes," Hermione admitted weakly, her voice shaking, her hand falling limply to her side. "Watching you two... I couldn't help it... Merlin, that was..."
She'd come. Just from watching him fuck Daphne. The realisation made Harry's spent cock twitch with renewed interest, already beginning to harden again at the thought.
Daphne lifted her head, looking at Hermione with new respect and a satisfied smirk. "Well, Granger," she said, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Looks like we have something in common after all. We're both complete sluts for Harry's cock."
Hermione, too exhausted to protest, simply nodded weakly in agreement.
Harry chuckled and settled back into the warm water of the bath, admiring the two thoroughly fucked witches sprawled on the marble floor beside him, both still leaking his cum. He had a Quidditch match tomorrow against Slytherin, and he really should be conserving his energy.
Well, some of it, anyway.
Disclaimer: Hogwarts start at the age of 13, making all characters Harry encounter 18+