Harry Potter was approaching the rooms of his girlfriend, Daphne. He had been dating Daphne for four months, which was quite a long time by his standards. Almost all of his past relationships had lasted shorter, for various reasons. First, he didn't feel like tying himself to anyone for a long time, and had no intention of limiting himself; he liked very rough sex. Sharp enough that there were few girls who could withstand in the long run the treatment they received from him. So far, regarding Daphne, he was... cautious. This was partly because of her appearance. Daphne was a beautiful blonde of delicate beauty. She had a very pale complexion, which, combined with her large, blue eyes, made her seem very fragile, like a porcelain figurine that cannot be squeezed too tightly, as it can be damaged. Besides, He liked her. No, he didn't fall in love with her, he just liked her disposition, that they were interested in similar things. He enjoyed spending time with her. He thought her feelings for him were more serious, but he knew that after what he was about to do, they might be at least eroded.
Well, he didn't want to hurt her. However, his needs were the most important thing at that moment (at that moment? No fooling, always). He MUST finally do it with her. He knew they would be alone that evening, there would be no Tracey, Daphne's roommate. Harry did not know how these two met. They differed greatly from each other. You didn't even have to know them to come to that conclusion, just look at them. While Daphne drew attention to herself with her beauty, she was phenomenal. Tracey caught the eye with her tattoos. She had them everywhere (at least that's what he thought he could not see her in Eve's outfit). Also, her face was covered with them. All this did not mean that she wasn't attractive, in her own way she was, although of course not everyone likes the type. She was built proportionally, and her breasts may not have been large, but they were round enough to attract the male gaze, and her ass was also quite nice. To Daphne, from what he could observe, she had a caring attitude, trying to protect her. Harry got the impression that Tracey was not fond of considers him an unsuitable boyfriend for her friend. Or she is a lesbian in love with Daphne. Harry smiled under his breath. In such a situation, he could compromise. Provided he could watch the photos later.
He rang the doorbell. Daphne opened it, waiting for him. Poor thing, she didn't know what awaited her. She had spent a lot of time preparing and choosing her outfit. She dressed in a neat black dress, which contrasted with her fair skin and matched the color of her hair.
"Hi," she said.
He smiled, then kissed her long and passionately. When he finished, she had a dreamy expression on her face for a while, then she returned to Earth and invited him inside. As he watched her busying herself preparing food, he wondered how he had been so tender and gentle with her for so long. He should be proud of himself. He had shown patience that would put a Buddhist monk to shame. But no more. Once they had eaten dinner and consumed a bottle of wine Harry decided it was time to get down to business.
Not a minute passed before they found themselves on the couch. His hands went to her breasts, squeezing them before moving to her back, where they wrestled with the clasp of her dress. Finally winning this battle, they slid it off Daphne's shoulders. Harry did not stop kissing her. She, however, protested,
"Not here."
This irritated him, but he did not let it show. It was even reasonable. She wouldn't see them until she returned to the apartment. This reduced the likelihood of Harry dying on the spot. Once they were in bed, he whispered to her.
"Today will be sharper, okay?"
"Okay." she nodded, although he could see that she was frightened.
From that moment, he stopped holding back. Now she belonged to him.
Tracey was anxious. This was not the first time she had left the apartment for Daphne so that she could be alone with Harry, but this time she felt a strange uneasiness. She didn't like him, didn't trust him, although he had behaved correctly so far. She wasn't bisexual but she cared a lot about her. She had long since abandoned thoughts of her friend in a sexual context, now she made sure that she was safe and happy. Tracey knew well that Daphne was in love with Harry. Her friend did not hide it from her at all.
Tracey mused. Daphne. Yes, it's a strange friendship. But she was the only person she really connected with.
She became the person in charge, and she had a caring, almost maternal attitude towards her roommate (and already a friend). She quickly settled the mattewith one rather persistent boyfriend, who could not accept that when a girl says "no" she means "no." With Daphne's other partners who did not appeal to her, she also dealt with threats or requests.
With Harry, the case was a little different. In fact, as far as his behavior toward Daphne was concerned, she had nothing to reproach him for. He was always polite, almost gallant. Tracey had a strange feeling. Something told her that there was something strange about him, some darkness that was difficult to define. Of course, she didn't tell Daphne about it. She realized it sounded moronic.
She cast a spell to find out what time it was. 08.00 p.m. Too early to go back, she decided she would drop by the kitchen for one more tea.
Harry was in euphoria. Only now did he realize how much he needed it. He was taking Daphne. He was taking her, you could say, by the handful. This was not the sweet and kind lovemaking he had so far accustomed her to. Even if he wanted to, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from taking her. He could hear her screams as if from afar, but they only reinforced his excitement anyway, as did the tears of pain streaming down her face. He felt like someone who desecrates a temple, who destroys a sacred place, makes it never be the same. This excited him even more. He squeezed her breasts, not gently as before, but hard, painfully, until she moaned. Ahhh, how good!
He felt he was already close; the whole situation had an extremely stimulating effect on him. He wondered how he should finish. Wondering is too big a word. A few ideas just ran through his head. He wasn't sure which one would be the most humiliating and painful for Daphne. Because that's what he wanted. He wanted to leave her and himself an unforgettable souvenir. He was basically sure that it was over between them. Even if the girl forgives him, Tracey will murder him. He will have to consider leaving the city. But at that moment it didn't matter to him, all that mattered was this delicate body that he could spoil, defile.
He decided. He brutally stepped out of her, then turned her onto her stomach. He entered her again, not caring about the pain he was causing her. She was his alone. He could do whatever he pleased with her, and he intended to take full advantage of this opportunity. He unceremoniously pulled her hair. She screamed. Loudly. As before, he didn't care, and even increased the pace of his thrusts. All that mattered was the heat of her body and the pleasure he derived from it.
His thrusts became more frequent and less coordinated. He felt the grand finale approaching. He had enough self-control for half a minute more. An eruption followed. He pressed Daphne's face into the pillow and experienced perhaps the most intense orgasm of his life. He wondered whether to add some more comment in Daphne's direction. Maybe it would make the experience even better, but he refrained. There was still a shadow of a chance that this was not the first and last time. He just leaned over her and whispered,
"We'll talk about it tomorrow, okay?"
She nodded, saying nothing. Harry hurried to the exit, bumping into Tracey in the doorway. "It's about time," he thought.
When Tracey ran into Harry, her anxiety only increased. She had the impression that it frightened him when he saw her. Upon entering the apartment, everything looked normal, but she didn't see Daphne anywhere. she would have just gone to bed, but she had to make sure her friend was okay. She looked into Daphne room, what she saw horrified her. Daphne's bedding and clothes were strewn all over the room, and her friend was crying with her face snuggled into her pillow.
"Daphne, what happened?" She asked stupidly, because she knew perfectly well what had happened. And that's a motherfucker!
"Harry... He said it would be sharper... but... I didn't know," Daphne forced out with difficulty.
"I'll kill him," Tracey said through clenched teeth. "I'll gut him. I will put his balls in a vice."
"No, he didn't want to," she said in a calmer, though still weak, voice. "He just... lost control of himself.
Tracey looked at her in disbelief.
"Daphne, he hurt you, break up with him."
She shook her head.
"No."
"I will talk to him tomorrow if you don't want to."
Daphne pulled her face away from the pillow and said firmly,
"If you do this, I'll move out to Pansy."
Tracey stiffened.
"What?"
"I will move out."
"But why?"
"Because I love him," answered Daphne. "And I don't want you to interfere in my affairs."
"Listen to me Daphne..."
"No!" interrupted her, "it's you who listen to me." She paused for a moment to take a breath, then continued "I like you. And I'm glad that you care about me. But what happens between me AND Harry is my business. Promise not to go to him."
"Daphne..."
"Promise!"
"Well," sighed Tracey, "I promise."
She saw that her friend wasn't the best and maybe she should argue a little bigger. She will be more reasonable tomorrow.
She got up and approached the door, but stopped when she heard Daphne's voice
"Tracey..."- turned around looking at her
"Yes?"
"Could you stay with me today?"
"Okay." she replied.
She hugged her friend, and the latter snuggled into her, sobbing again. Tracey sighed. Of course, she had no intention of fulfilling the promise she had made to her friend, but the situation became more difficult. Anyway, tomorrow she will "visit" Harry. Daphne fell asleep, snuggled up to her. Tracey could not fall asleep. She looked at her friend. She had always tried not to think of her in a sexual context, but this time she realized by how Daphne was... beautiful. "She could be a model," she thought. She also felt a growing anger at Harry. How dare he treat her like that, so... destroy this beauty? She clenched her fists.
The next day, she woke up quite early. Daphne was still asleep. Tracey freed herself from her embrace, took a shower. As she was gathering to leave, Daphne finally woke up.
"How are you feeling?" Tracey asked.
"Better," she replied. "Are you going out?"
Tracey nodded :
"For breakfast. Do you need anything?"
"No" she shook her head and added, "thank you. For yesterday."
Tracey waved her off and went to her room. She took out a wand, and vial from the cabinet. Harry was athletic, but she knew how to fight. She preferred not to take risks, and something told her that violence might be necessary. She slipped it into the back pocket of her pants.
She walked quickly, resolutely taking her steps, paying no attention to the people she passed. She managed to get used to curious stares. After all, she looked rather unusual. They do not meet girls who have their entire faces tattooed. And this time she had a very specific goal. She finally arrived in front of Harry's rooms. She knocked on the door. She did not let stop of it until he opened the door.
Harry came home late, because after he left Daphne and Tracey's rooms in a hurry, he decided to get some air and enjoy what had happened. He had already had quite a few girlfriends, but with none of them did he feel the way he had just felt with Daphne. It wasn't just a matter of power, full control over her body, but also her reaction, the expression on her face, which was a combination of pain, submission, and terror. Harry felt he could become addicted to it.
He got up quite late. When he heard the knocked, he had time to wash up. Someone was knocke very insistently. Annoyed, he opened the door.
"What?" he started and broke off seeing Tracey.
She pushed him inside.
"You bastard!" a fist blow aimed at Harry's face accompanied the shout.
He barely had time to dodge and hold her at a safe distance.
"Calm down," he said frantically, trying to formulate a plan in his head, but it was necessary to leave the city. - What do you mean?
"Don't pretend to be an idiot," she growled, still trying to violate his bodily integrity - about Daphne!
"Listen to me." he tried to calm her down. "Daphne agreed to everything, we both wanted it..."
"Bullshit. She didn't know what you wanted. She cried when I came" for now she gave up trying to attack him, but her eyes pierced him like daggers.
He shrugged his shoulders. "What can I say? I have my own needs."
"You are sick!" she exploded.
"Maybe," he replied, "but I will not leave Daphne."
She took a step toward him.
"You will leave. I will not let you treat her like this."
"And what exactly will you do?" he countered. "You know very well that she loves me. Do you want her to find out that it was because of you that we broke up?"
"It's hard" she clenched her teeth "I won't let you hurt her."
"Then we have an impasse" he did not even protest against the term hurt "because I have no intention of abandoning Daphne." was getting ready to fight, he knew that Tracey had no intention of letting go either, when suddenly a crazy idea popped into his head "unless you replace her."
It stumped her for a moment, finally managing to get it out of her head.
"What?"
"I'm offering you a deal. A deal. I will stay with Daphne... And I will be tender towards her, romantic, I will treat her like a goddess. No brutality. But you will meet me once or twice a week and," he suspended his voice for a moment, aware that he might be about to commit spectacular suicide, "you will be my slave. I will use your body to satisfy my needs."
She looked at him not even with rage but with disbelief.
"You're fucked up."
He shrugged his shoulders again.
"This is the best solution. I get what I want. Daphne is happy, and she is still your friend. She helped you once, didn't she? Maybe it's time to return the favor?"
Harry felt a growing excitement, but controlled the expression on his face. This would be a unique type of challenge from Daphne. But no less interesting.
Tracey stared at Harry in disbelief. At this point she wasn't even angry, the situation was so strange (if she knew the word she would think - surreal) that she felt... confused.
"You are mental. To return the favor? By sleeping with her boyfriend!" she almost shouted.
He raised his hands in a conciliatory gesture.
"Relax. Did I say anything about sleeping with each other? You just enable me to fulfill my needs, and Daphne will have a loving boyfriend."
"Who cheats on her?" Tracey felt herself blushing, at which point the tattoos proved extremely useful, as they helped to mask this at least a little.
He smiled.
"For me it would not be betrayal. For me, betrayal must involve some emotional charge. I would have to do it with someone I consider an equal. Meanwhile, you in these meetings of ours will not even be human to me. You'll be more like... a sex toy, only a little more advanced, because able to talk, or rather scream," this time he evaded her signaled attack and continued, "if you think of yourself that way too, it will be easier for you to soothe your conscience. Although I can see that it probably makes little sense."
"Of course it doesn't" Tracey remembered the wand and directed her hand to her pocket "I'm not abnormal, like you."
"I understand, fear is a natural feeling."
"Fear?" Tracey looked at him surprised once again, wondering if it was time for fists to go into action again.
"After all, you are afraid, aren't you?" he came closer to her, they stood almost face to face"otherwise you would have helped your friend. But you are afraid. Just curious what? That you will like it? That you will become addicted to it? Or that you'll prove too fragile, that you won't be able to withstand the pain I'll cause you?"
He hit right in the middle of the target. Tracey shook with anger.
"Fuck you! I'm not afraid of anything, I'm just..." She broke off and thought. Or is this a way out? Agree, play for time, and convince Daphne to leave him. But she needs some proof, this offer of his... this sick idea is a chance to get him "you know what, I agree."
She noticed a flash of surprise in his eyes.
"Really? I mean, are you sure? I will have no mercy," he warned her.
She felt her confidence returning, so she laughed And replied,
"Boy, you cannot do anything to me. That's why I agree. But I have a few conditions."
"What are they?" He asked.
"First, no taking pictures."
"Do you think I'm an idiot?" interrupted Harry.
"I have you for a psycho who doesn't know what's going to pop into his head," replied Tracey. "Second condition: it's an arrangement between me and you, no inviting colleagues. Third," she looked him straight in the eyes, "you will treat Daphne like a princess. You will be tender and romantic for her. No rough sex, clear?"
"And if she asks?" she didn't answer just looked at him with serious eyes "Okay, it's okay. I agree to your terms, I will be the best boyfriend in the galaxy. So, what's the deal?" He extended his hand to her.
She hesitated for a moment more. She knew she might have just made a terrible mistake, but she shook the proffered hand and answered,
"We have a deal"
