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Harry Potter gave Daphne a warning glance, but the girl only responded with an innocent grin that widened as his aunt lowered her head again. Harry then let out a shallow breath as Daphne's nimble fingers circled around the head of his penis and gave him a few gentle thrusts under the water. The feeling of her soft fingers and the warm water was heavenly, and Harry couldn't bring himself to stop her as his erection grew inside his shorts.
Daphne's eyes widened, and Harry braced himself for the possibility of her recoiling in disgust. But the opposite happened. The girl's face lit up in delight, and she looked up, blinking rapidly.
"You're fucking huge," she whispered, her chest heaving violently. The strings of her black bikini strained on her shoulders as her small, firm breasts rose and fell. Despite keeping her voice at a whisper, Harry knew that others couldn't hear her over the sounds of the storm and the spa. He tensed as she slid up against his side, fearing his aunt's reaction. "She'll kill me for being a selfish bitch... but I have to see it, baby, please. I'll do anything."
The air parted with a loud crack, and the ground shook beneath them. Harry's aunt's head flew up, her eyes wide with fear, which turned into shock when she saw Daphne plastered against his side. But the minx shook herself off him before Rose and Fleur could raise their heads. Then everyone was too disoriented to understand what was happening as the hot tub sloshed and splashed around them.
After the initial boom, the sound and force of the shocks subsided. The four of them were in the center of the tub, huddled together, listening to the valleys and peaks below. The storm raged as fiercely as ever, and Harry felt a sinking feeling in his stomach as he guessed what had happened.
"Was that an earthquake?" his aunt asked. Fleur and Harry shook their heads, and the blond teenager flashed him a smile and nodded for him to explain.
"We're not anywhere near a fault line. The mountains might have some tremors, but that would be a huge earthquake."
"At least eight point zero," Fleur nodded. "I think it was an avalanche."
"Me too," Harry said, grimly nodding his head.
"What does that mean?" his aunt asked, fear straining her voice. "Are we in danger?"
"No, we're better than fine here," Rose replied. "They built this house so that it would never be in the path of an avalanche or landslide. We may have to get out on snowmobiles or be airlifted, but we're safe as long as we stay here."
"If that's true," said Harry, "we're safer here than trying to leave. We should try to catch a radio signal or find an emergency channel and see what's happening. This storm is much worse than the weather report said, and whatever that was... it's got me worried."
"Sounds like a plan," Rose said, her face still tense with worry, but her and the other girls' shoulders relaxed. "It doesn't sound like we need to leave the hot tub until you find something." She sank back into her chair with a crooked little smile and waved her hand towards the house. "We'll soak a little longer."
"I want to know what's going on," Daphne said with a worried murmur.
"Let's go," Harry said, gritting his teeth as he rose from the steaming water and into the cold air.
He hurried to the door and slipped inside. The trembling form of Daphne slipped in behind him and before he could bend down to pick up his towel, the slender girl's arms surrounded his body, her hands resting on his stomach and chest.
"Stop teasing me, girl." The hard edge to his voice surprised him, but the minx only held onto him tighter. "No teasing, I promise. Just let me see, please?" Harry Potter could still see the girls and his aunt through the small window beside the door, and he knew the light would silhouette their bodies in the hallway. Daphne seemed to realize the same thing, for she released his waist and grabbed him by the arm, pulling him down the hallway.
For a second, he thought about breaking free from her embrace, but the feeling of her lithe body pressed against him was too enticing to ignore, and his erection throbbed, further clouding his thoughts.
Daphne shook the door and it opened to her bedroom. Pulling him inside, she turned around to face him with a seductive grin that, for some reason, sent a thread of irritation running through him.
"I'll show you mine again if you show me yours, big boy." There was confidence in her voice, a put-upon attitude that didn't extend to her eyes, which sparked his irritation and made it flare up. One of her hands lifted to push wet hair away from her slender neck while the other pressed against his stomach and started to slink down. "I saw you ogling, you little sh-!"
Pushing her back with a firm hand on her chest, the girl let out a surprised yelp as she hit the wall. Harry was careful not to shove her too hard and make her hit her head, but enough to make sure she knew who was in charge.
"Do you think it's okay to grope a man whenever you feel like it?" His question made her flinch but not cower, which was good. "With my aunt and sister right next door?"
Harry's thumb and fingers pressed into her firm breasts, and he jerked his hand away as if scalded, but the memory of that springy, young body stayed with him, and he found that his feet were leaden and he didn't want to back away. Their breaths were shaky, the air suddenly charged between them; the wind howled outside, and water dripped onto their fingers, but all of it faded as he gazed hungrily at the beautiful, little girl in front of him.
Her own eyes were closed, resting on the wooden plank of his tent bed. When her hands quivered, she looked up at him, pleading with her gaze. He didn't want to just be a passenger to her desires, so he stole something he'd been craving since he first saw her pink lips.
Daphne let out a cute little whimper as his hand pulled her small back forward. Then their bodies pressed against each other, and he stole another breath as his lips met hers. Her soft little tongue slipped into his mouth, dancing with his, while his hand slid down to grasp her firm little rear.
"I've done nothing, and you're already so hard," Daphne murmured into his mouth, her stomach rubbing against his hardness.
"No more teasing," he growled, his hand taking a firm grip on her slender neck.
Daphne's eyes sparkled with desire as he did this, and she arched before him, rising on tiptoe as she offered her neck for his grasp.
"Yes, Daddy," the minx murmured, one of her hands gripping the thick shaft of his pulsing cock through his shorts, while the other reached for the knot on her back. "You can do anything you want to me, love... anything."
As he spoke the last word, Harry Potter's fingers ripped the back string of her bikini, and the tight garment fell away from his chest. The lack of tension caused the black material to pull away from his firm, little breasts, revealing dark pink areolas and taut, small nipples. Pulling his fingers from Daphne's neck, he couldn't help but notice her pupils retracting momentarily without the powerful grip holding her in place. But only for a moment, as a second later he was tearing the bikini top over her head. Slightly trembling, the eighteen-year-old stood before him half-naked, and the air was filled with her scent.
Sliding his hands over her impossibly smooth skin, Harry let his fingers glide over one pale breast, relishing the indistinct sound of pleasure from the little Slytherin as her taut nipple curled under his touch. Grasping it between thumb and forefinger, he twisted it hard, and Daphne reacted as he expected, her knees clenching together as her eyelids fluttered and the smell of her musk doubled around him.
"Please," she whispered, and he felt a flicker of pleasure from the power he had over her.
A small part of his mind was cautious, wondering if all of this might be an elaborate joke or a trick, or if he would hate himself for going forward once he saw her reaction. But the sight of Daphne's sexy little body, trembling and eager before him, was too much for his young libido, and he spoke the naked truth.
"I want you to suck it."
Daphne's eyes widened, and she hissed out a sharp "Yes!" before dropping to her knees before him, but another sound caught his attention to the right.
Harry's aunt stood in the shadows of the hallway, her towel wrapped halfway around her body with one hand, while the other covered her mouth.
"Oh, fuck," Harry whispered, shocked to be staring directly into his aunt's pale green eyes while Daphne's cool fingers yanked his shorts down and bunched around the base of his cock, which was almost too big for her.
The door to the jacuzzi landing must have opened and closed unnoticed by either Daphne or him. Harry's mouth was open, and a warning was about to pass through his lips when his aunt's eyes flickered down and widened. Her expression was one of wonder before open joy followed, and the fingers clutching her mouth fell into a fist that pressed against the upper slope of one massive breast.
"Harry... you're fucking amazing," Daphne breathed, pulling his attention away from the shadow and down onto her.
The girl's eyes never wavered from his cock, and any fears he had about her reaction melted away when he saw something akin to his aunt's expression cross Daphne's face, as she ran delicate fingers up and down its length. It hung stiff but not massive, the tip barely an inch from her tiny mouth.
Shaking his head from side to side, Harry Potter took in every inch of the scene before him. He was stunned when Daphne sat and carefully laid the length of his cock on her face. Her head tilted slightly as the entire weight of him settled onto her from chin to hairline. Harry was too stupefied by her reaction to interrupt, and his aunt floated nearby in the shadows.
Daphne breathed in, her warm breath tickling Harry's balls, before eliciting a hiss of pleasure from him as she pressed a wet kiss to the underside, her hands gathering the roll as she slid up. "Your cock is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," she said.
"Are you serious?" Harry breathed, unable to believe what was happening.
"Mmmfhmm," she hummed, her pink lips squeezing kisses around the head as she directed it down towards herself. "This cock deserves love... worship... I can already feel it stretching me... Oh fuck... Baby, I'm gonna come!"
To Harry's shock, Daphne did it without touching herself. Her slim legs quivered together, her small ass bouncing up and down as for a moment her teeth pressed into the sensitive head of his cock while she lost control.
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