Hermione Granger & Daphne Greengrass Pt. 3

Just as Hermione is gearing up to protest the fact that Daphne can see them both, Harry changes things up. He comes out of his chair at that point, and Hermione ends up face first on the desk in front of them, even as he pins her there for a moment. His cock draws out of her cream-stuffed cunt, and Hermione figures that was just his aggressive way of saying they were done. She's just getting ready to open her mouth again, when she finds out that, no, they're FAR from done.

Harry's wand touches her rear and Hermione feels a strange sensation wash through her asshole, just a moment before his thick, messy prick buries itself in her back door. There's no pain or tearing thanks to Harry's magic, but it's still a feeling that Hermione can't just shake off. As inch after inch of thick, throbbing man meat slams home into the brunette witch's asshole, her thoughts grind to a screeching halt and her entire body shudders as she goes cross-eyed.

With a laugh that only she and he can hear, Harry brings an open palm down on Hermione's delectable derriere, smacking one of her butt cheeks quite harshly and causing a surprised cry to leave her throat.

"What were you going to say Hermione? Were you going to tell me off for letting Daphne watch? Were you going to demand I stop her from looking? You let me fuck you in the back of a full classroom you little needy slut. What did you think was going to happen?"

Hermione whimpers as Harry degrades her right then and there, his cock beginning to move in and out of her ass, very quickly picking up speed. He's not wrong. She couldn't get cold feet now, not after the deed was done. She had had every opportunity to tell him to stop, she'd had ever opportunity to ask him to do this somewhere more private. Because in the end, it was a yes. Yes, Hermione wanted Harry to fuck her senseless. She wanted to call him Master every chance she could. She wanted to be his and his alone.

And if he wanted to fuck her out in the open… well, maybe it was for the best that she let the whole world know what she was and who she belonged to. Blushing deeply, Hermione doesn't give an answer to Harry's last question. Instead, she looks back over her shoulder, eyes filled with lust and lips parted in a pant, and she agrees with his statement.

"Y-You're right… I'm a… I'm a slut. I'm YOUR s-slut… Master."

The savage grin that spreads across Harry's face is enough to make Hermione cream herself again right then and there. Of course, the surprisingly pleasurable anal pounding she's receiving definitely plays a part in that as well. She moans and groans and happily takes Harry's dick up her ass as he fucks her senseless, his hand eventually coming up to curl into her brunette locks, grabbing a fistful and pulling at her head. With her back arched, Hermione can see Daphne watching and masturbating to them fucking through her heavily lidded eyes.

Licking her lips, the brunette witch tries to direct a smug look towards her rival. For a moment, she sees an affronted expression on Daphne's face, but then it all becomes a bit blurrier and slowly but surely Hermione finds it impossible to focus on anything as Harry continues to give her butt a nice, hard fuck that neither it nor she would ever forget.

She cums again and again and his cock continues to plunder her back door, even as her anal muscles clench down around it harshly, trying to stop his ever-constant advance. In the end, she milks his second release from him quickly enough, and then Harry is cumming again. As soon as Hermione feels his white, hot seed spilling into her bowels, her eyes roll up in her head and her tongue hangs out of her mouth. She shakes and shudders and spasms one last time around Harry's dick, before falling face forward onto the desk in front of her, barely conscious.

When he pulls out of the brunette witch, Hermione isn't quite able to stay up on the desk without him pinning her to it. She slumps onto the floor behind the piece of furniture, panting heavily and twitching slightly as his seed leaks from her holes. Harry looks down at the brunette witch with a grin on his face, right as the magical bell rings, signifying the end of class and coincidentally, the end of the school day.

As people begin to wake up, Harry tosses Hermione's clothing at the naked witch, and then drapes her robes over her insensate body. Then, he leans in and whispers to her, even as he begins to cancel the silencing charm.

"Don't bother wearing underwear anymore Hermione. It'll just get in the way, and if I see it on you, I'll be VERY displeased."

A whimper and a quiet moan is all the response Harry gets in return, but that's just fine. He's actually half-hoping she hasn't heard him properly, and that he'll get a chance to 'punish' her the next time he goes to check the status of her undergarments. For now, it's enough that she's covered up so no one's going to notice her. Smirking, Harry straightens up and turns around to find Daphne standing there, fidgeting in place and blushing as she waits for him.

Everyone else is filing out of the room as Harry steps up to the blonde Slytherin, lifting a single eyebrow at her. Daphne blushes deeply in response before lifting her hands up from beneath her robes. What she held in both had been hidden until this point, but now Harry sees the gifts she has for him. With her hands palm-up, Daphne is offering him her bunched up, ruined green panties in one hand, and her wand in the other.

Harry stares at the tribute for a moment, and then he reaches past her gifts to grasp her chest, causing the blonde Slytherin to blush all the more profusely. A wicked smile spreads across Harry's face when he finds no bra there. The witch was clearly just as naughty as she seemed. Taking her panties, he slips them into his pocket right beside Hermione's. He ignores her wand, correctly reading that she was offering it up as a promise not to use a single spell on him in retaliation for whatever he might want to do to her.

The fact of the matter was that Harry didn't care. He wasn't threatened by Daphne Greengrass, even if she was one of the stronger witches of their generation, magically anyways. Harry's dismissal of her wand showed that he truly didn't fear anything she could bring to bear. And as Daphne slips the magical stick back into her pocket, she can't help but blush a bit deeper, her inner thighs rubbing together. Harry's casual disregard for the threat she might pose to him… it was so fucking hot.

His hand slips into hers and Daphne's eyes widen slightly as he pulls her from the History of Magic classroom. The blonde's eyes flicker back to where he's left Hermione's insensate form laying beneath her black robes, but Harry doesn't look back, not even once, and in the end they're soon out of the room and moving down the increasingly empty hallway as Daphne does her best to keep up with Harry's clipped, aggressive pace.

He half-drags her to an abandoned classroom, and the next thing Daphne knows, she's pinned to a wall as Harry kisses her deeply, his tongue demanding access to her mouth, which she immediately grants him. As he dominates her with his mouth, his hands move over her body, and Daphne can do nothing but squirm in his grasp, even as his fingers slip beneath her silver and green skirt to press against her naked, sopping wet pussy lips.

The powerful young wizard teases her for what feels like an eternity, but Daphne, mindful of what's waiting at the end of the tunnel, bears with it all. She does not fight back, she does not complain. She takes whatever Harry has to offer her, and she drinks in the pleasure his fingertips bring her, until finally he pulls back and looks her in the eye, causing her to stiffen in response, caught like a doe in the headlights.

"Tell me, what could a shameless little whore like you want from a man like me?"

Daphne blushes, but trying to deceive Harry was never in the cards.

"I want your babies!"

Of course, she also hadn't necessarily intended to blurt THAT out either. Daphne goes positively incandescent, while Harry looks a strange mixture of amused and bemused. Eventually, the blonde Slytherin collects herself enough to explain in more detail exactly what she wants from him. The bit about their first son becoming heir to the Noble House of Greengrass, and the bit about wanting to be his favorite, about wanting to lay atop the pile of feminine bodies he would no doubt eventually own, feeding him grapes or something of the like as he casually groped and kneaded her soft, pliable flesh.

Okay, so perhaps she went a bit too much into detail on that last tidbit, because by the time she's done, Harry has a very interesting, very dangerous look on his face. Abruptly, he releases her and steps away, moving back a little into the empty classroom.

"If you want anything from me, you'll have to earn it, slut."

When he grabs a chair and settles in, Daphne immediately grasps what he means. Blushing like crazy, the blonde Slytherin discards her robes and steps forward in nothing but her blouse and her skirt. Still blushing a bit, but also feeling a little more in her element now that she had a goal to strive for and accomplish, Daphne begins to sway her hips back and forth, slowly twirling in a circle as she starts to dance to the beat of music that's only in her head.

The striptease that follows is nowhere near professional of course, but it's the best that the sheltered Pureblood witch can do, as she shows off every last inch of her body. One might think without a bra or panties that the stripping would be a little lackluster, but Daphne recognizes that fact and does her absolute best to make sure it's not, showing off her body this way and that, as she unbuttons her blouse, only to turn around and hide her breasts for a time.

Inch by inch, Daphne exposes herself to Harry. Her blouse eventually comes off entirely, and her skirt soon follows. After that is her shoes, but Harry holds up a hand and stops her when it comes time to remove her Slytherin-green knee-highs. Blushing profusely even then, Daphne moves towards the seated young wizard as he gestures her forward with the sultriest look on her face that she can manage, accompanied by the sexiest walk she's capable of.

When she reaches him, she descends into a crouch, not actually kneeling, but instead spreading her legs wide to expose her naked cunt and her slightly heaving breasts, even as she spreads his legs apart. Daphne's hands come up and undo Harry's belt and button and zipper, and a moment later she's pulling out his cock, still messy from Hermione's pussy juices and his cum.

Licking her lips, Daphne looks up at Harry for approval, and once she sees it in his green eyes, she leans in and opens her mouth wide, taking his cockhead in between her full, pouty lips. Slurping at his dick tip with her tongue, Daphne begins the process of cleaning Harry off with her mouth, sinking inch after inch of his cock into her wet, warm face hole.

Of course, there comes a point where his cockhead is smacking against the back of her throat, and Daphne finds herself gagging, her eyes watering even as she stares at what's left of his dick, plenty of it still outside her mouth. Going cross-eyed trying to look at it, Daphne silently swears to take him all the way to the base, and after she pulls back to get a fresh breath of air, the blonde Slytherin sets out to accomplish her goal.

"Hulgkh… hulgkh…. hulgkh…"

It's hard going at first. Daphne gags and chokes on Harry's sizable rod of man meat, and her eyes don't just water, they shed involuntary tears as she abuses her own throat in order to take more and more of his cock into her mouth. Slobber and drool collects on Daphne's bottom lip, and it's not long before it falls down onto her heaving tits as she continues to choke herself on his dick.

Eventually though, she finds her rhythm and soon enough, Daphne has done it. It takes every bit of her willpower, but she forces herself down Harry's dick, and manages to press her lips to the base of his cock, holding there for all of three seconds before being forced to pull back by the overwhelming pressure in her poor throat. When she goes back down to do it a second time, to prove the first wasn't a fluke, Harry is ready for her, and his hands suddenly close in her blonde locks, causing Daphne's eyes to flit up to meet his, going wide at the hunger she sees in his gaze.

He starts to face fuck her a moment later, controlling the tempo as he forces her to take his cock down her esophagus again and again and again. Daphne's face is soon utterly ruined by the experience, her eyes rolling around in her head as Harry plunders her throat with all the force he can bring to bear on her.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

The powerful young wizard is treating her so very roughly… and in truth, it's all Daphne ever wanted. To be fucked and used by Harry James Potter. Ever since that day in the Sex Ed classroom, she's been longing for this. She's needed this down in the depths of her very soul. If Daphne was more magnanimous, she'd acknowledge the Merlin-honest truth. Every witch deserved a long period of alone time with Harry.

But Daphne was an inherently selfish girl. And while she knew there'd be more women in the end, all she cared about in this moment was getting hers and pleasing Harry in the process. With a grunt, the wizard suddenly pulls out of her throat and a moment later, he begins to coat her face with his seed. Daphne tilts her head back, shuts her eyes, and sticks out her tongue as she takes Harry's thick, viscous load all over her face and even her chest, his cum getting absolutely everywhere before he's finished with her.

If this was the amount of ejaculate pumped into Hermione's holes, Daphne can grudgingly acknowledge why the brunette witch was so out of it by the time Harry was done with her…

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