A/N - Do I even need to give a lemon warning?
Chapter 22 - Tonight - Part Two
Harry's footsteps echoed off the stone walls and floor as he paced backwards and forwards on the small stretch of corridor in front of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. He'd agreed to meet Daphne there a little while after the feast, but it had been a good thirty minutes now and she'd left the Great Hall before him. What was taking her so long? He was excited to show her the Chamber and begin helping her to train, but ever since Care of Magical Creatures, he couldn't stop thinking about what they were likely to get up to afterwards. Everything between them had been great so far, but what if he was, dare he say it, bad at sex? Perish the thought. No, he'd be fine, surely, she loved him anyway though right? Even if he did feel completely inexperienced, it's not like she wasn't also a virgin as well. They would be learning together.
Either way, he realised he felt quite nervous as he waited for her and tried to steady his breathing. He needed to focus. Her training had to come first, they could worry about the naughty stuff later. The butterflies he felt when she walked around the corner off the Grand Staircase and into the second-floor corridor were nothing new, but were a little more excitable in their fluttering than usual. She confidently strode towards him in muggle exercise clothes that made her body look incredible. Her hair tied back in a ponytail, she wore shiny navy leggings, a grey cropped vest-top and the same white trainers that she'd worn when they had been for the hike in the summer.
"Hi, you look nice," Harry said brightly, trying to look her in the face and not focus on the way the cropped vest top pushed her already generous cleavage together, "You're making me feel underdressed now."
"Hi," Daphne replied with a laugh, kissing him on the cheek, "Ready to go?"
Harry nodded and pushed open the door to the bathroom to lead Daphne inside.
"I still can't believe the entrance is in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom of all places," she said, following him in.
One of the toilets flushed and a ghostly apparition swooped through the toilet stall door.
"Of course, why would my bathroom be good enough for my Harry's Chamber?" Myrtle spat, "No one ever believed in me, believed in ugly, moping moaning Myrtle."
Daphne had to school her emotions for a moment there. Her Harry? 'She's a ghost for Merlin's sake' she thought, berating herself for the ugly spike of jealousy that had shot through her. Daphne huffed and decided it was just better to ignore the apparition.
"She didn't mean it like that, Myrtle," Harry said kindly, "This is known as your bathroom after all, it's always going to be surprising that the entrance is in any bathroom."
"Oh, I suppose," the bespectacled ghost replied, "You're always so kind, Harry. I talk about you to all the other ghosts. You can visit any time you like."
"Er…thanks Myrtle," Harry said, unsure of how else to respond. He then turned to Daphne and pointed at the circular bank of sinks, "Here it is. Just need to speak Parseltongue to open it - 'open'".
There was a sudden rumbling and the sinks descended again into the ground, revealing an ominous black hole.
"Okay, that's not what I was expecting," Daphne said, looking nervously into the inky blackness, "We have to jump…down there? There's no stairs or anything?"
"Nope," Harry lied, purely because he wanted to witness her reaction to going down the slide. To be fair, though, he'd never actually summoned the stairs from the bathroom, only when going back up the other way.
"Err, okay," Daphne replied unsurely, taking a step closer to the edge.
"Do you want me to go first?" Harry asked, "It's not a great big pit, it's just a slide. There's no hard impact when you get to the other side."
"No, I'm fine. It just looks scary that's all…" Daphne said, smiling weakly. She took a big deep breath and counted "Okay…one, two, three!" before stepping off the ledge and disappearing from sight. Harry grinned as an ear-splitting scream pierced the air and echoed all the way down before stopping abruptly.
"Daph?" Harry called, concerned at the silence, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," Daphne called back. "Scourgify. It's really quite filthy down here."
Harry snorted at her familiar reply, "Move out of the way, I'm coming down."
If he was honest, he quite enjoyed the slide and Daphne's disgruntled expression was hilarious in the dim light of her Lumos when he emerged from the pipe.
"How the hell did you get out? There's no way you'd be able to climb up that thing the other way, it's so grimy." Daphne said.
"Fawkes the Phoenix brought us back up, remember?" Harry said, casting a Lumos of his own after getting to his feet.
"But what about when you came here off the train?" Daphne asked.
"Stairs," Harry said in parseltongue, instantly making the pipe twist and morph into a long, but still very dirty staircase.
"You said there were no stairs!" Daphne glared, slapping him on the arm, "I got all sorts of crap in my hair!"
"I did, but I had to do it that way the first time and I wanted to give you the real experience." Harry grinned, "Plus, the slide is fun!"
"Please," Daphne replied, "It's not fun. You just wanted to hear me scream."
"Please," Harry said smirking as he mimicked her, "I can make you do that whenever I like. Tonight…"
"Not if you keep making me slide down great dirty holes you won't!" Daphne scowled but obviously wasn't able to hide her blush from him.
"Fair enough," Harry replied with a laugh as he led her around the corner to the large circular door.
"Woah," Daphne said, "Hey, it's like your seal, the slithering snake around the edges."
"Yeah, it was Fred's idea, even if he didnt know about the Chamber door, lucky coincidence."
"I wouldn't have gone with the "P" though. Especially now with them calling that day in the alley the Day of Midday Thunder. You should go with a bolt of lightning, like your scar."
"I…I think that's a good idea. Maybe I'll ask Fred to draw it for me." Harry replied.
"So, how do we open it?" Daphne asked, looking around her, "Is there a lever, or a button or something?"
Harry shook his head, and in parseltongue said 'open'.
Immediately, the outer snake slithered its way around the outside, and one by one, the tangle of snakes in the circle retracted, each unlocking an inner bolt with a crunch of metal. With a loud creak, the door swung open revealing the inky blackness of the Chamber beyond. As they stepped through across the threshold, duos of snake pillars on either side of the long passageway were lit by dim torches, two by two slowly illuminating the grand chamber until they reached the end where they all brightened at once grandly lighting up the large carved face of Salazar Slytherin set into the far wall.
"This is incredible, Harry," said Daphne as she looked wildly around her as they walked until they stepped further into the chamber. She gasped and brought her hand to her mouth, "Wait, is that?"
"Yep, that's the basilisk."
"It's fucking massive, how the hell did you kill it!?" Daphne asked, astonished.
"Gryffindor's sword, remember?" Harry said, walking over towards it. "Stabbed it through the mouth, look you can see where it came out at the top of its head."
"I just…it's not like I didn't believe you it's just kind of impossible to believe at the same time," Daphne admitted.
Harry laughed uneasily, "Didn't really have much choice at the time."
"Do you realise how much this thing is worth?"
"What?"
"Basilisk venom, hide, bones, fangs, venom sacks. I don't think there's been an actual recorded basilisk sighting in centuries, at least not at this size. It's near priceless." Daphne said.
"So I could sell it?"
"For millions." she replied, "Though you'd want to do it bit by bit and not all at once to not flood the market with the amount that's here."
"That's a great idea, though I've no idea how I'd get started," Harry admitted.
"We'd have to find some specialists who were able to render the parts of large reptiles, but I'm sure my Dad could sell the parts for you at our Apothecaries. We could set up a meeting with him if you like. Maybe at the next Hogsmeade trip?"
Harry nodded, "Sounds like a plan. Well, this is where we'll be doing the bulk of our training, but this isn't everything. Do you wanna meet Salazar?"
"Slytherin?" Daphne replied, frowning.
"No, Creevey. I'd like to introduce you to Salazar Creevey." Harry smirked.
"Okay first, shut up. Second, yes please." Daphne said scowling before turning her face to one of excitement.
Harry looked up at the grand carving of Salazar Slytherin and said in parseltongue, "Speak to me Slytherin, Greatest of the Hogwarts Four."
With a low rumbling sound, the mouth of Slytherin slowly stretched open and Daphne mimicked its expression. She looked at it gobsmacked and Harry grinned, stepped forward and nodded his head in the direction of the new opening.
"Come on then, follow me."
After leading her into the snake's mouth, he placed his hand on the cold metal handle and once more a doorframe gradually became illuminated on the rock before the space within simply melted away.
"Stay here," Harry said, "I've not brought anyone for the first time through this way before, I need to make sure that I don't need to do anything to grant you access."
Daphne nodded and Harry disappeared for a minute or so before he appeared on the other side of the entrance and reached out his hand.
"As long as I'm holding your hand when you come in this way for the first time, then you'll be fine," he said. Daphne took his hand and was let through and gasped at the huge study and seemingly never-ending library that led into the darkness beyond.
"This place…is…" Daphne started.
"Amazing, I'm glad you think so Heiress Greengrass, Harry has told me all about you," came a gruff, well-spoken voice from their left.
Harry smiled while Daphne snapped her head around wide-eyed and for the first time, took in the portrait of the late, great Salazar Slytherin. Daphne felt silly curtsying to a painting but did so nonetheless, feeling she had no other choice as she said "Has he indeed, Lord Slytherin? Only good things I hope. And please, it's Daphne."
"Salazar to you as well, I'm glad to see a young woman your age sticking to the old customs, but I should've expected it, your house is nearly as ancient as mine own." the portrait replied, raising his embroidered dark green wizards hat to her.
"Thank you".
"Is there anything you're here for? Or more just a social visit." Salazar asked.
"Harry has agreed to help train me," Daphne replied.
"Has he indeed? I'm sure you'll find no finer tutor, I taught him a few things myself. While I'm sure Harry must trust you implicitly to be in here, do not touch any of the books without checking with him or with myself. The consequences of doing so could be most severe, especially with the books right at the back, to the right-hand side of the door."
Wait, what? Harry asked, "There's a door?".
"Don't tell me you haven't been to the back of the library yet. All the family books on elemental magics are down there. Our most powerful." Salazar chided.
"I've just been working my way down, that's all," Harry replied defensively.
"Alright," Salazar replied with a sigh, "Well then yes, there's a door, it will lead up to your quarters off the Slytherin Common Room. I've felt you both staying there over the last few weeks and had wondered why you kept portkeying down here. You just need to say 'Chamber' to the door to get it to bring you down here instead of to the common room.
"It'll definitely make things more convenient," Harry replied, "Come on then gorgeous, let's see what you're made of. Salazar, are the discs -"
"In the same place you left them, I'm sure," said Salazar in a bored tone. He was certainly a grumpy old wizard from time to time. Harry wandered over to the immediate right of the fireplace picked up three large bronze discs, about the size of dinner plates and carried them loosely at his side back to Daphne.
"What are they for?" Daphne asked quizzically, pointing at the discs as they stepped back into the main chamber.
"You'll see," Harry replied, leaning the discs at the base of the sculpture of Slytherin's face before leading Daphne around the Chamber's body of water and to the large open space.
Daphne stood a short way away from Harry and removed her wand from her hair in anticipation.
"Nope, give that here," Harry told her, "First off, athletics; since you're in such lovely sports gear."
Reluctantly, Daphne handed Harry her wand before stepping away from him again.
I need to get a gauge of a few things today before we can start training you properly. First, I've gotta figure out how fast you are. The single most important thing in duelling is how fast you can move. If you can get out of the way of a spell, it's not going to hit you and you don't need to worry about expending magic to cast a shield, so me having your wand means you have no other option. I'm gonna cast stinging hexes at you and you're going to have to dodge. I've got another little trick to show you, not family magic so I can teach it to you later. It's something Salazar taught me actually, but it'll be really useful for this."
To the right of her, he cast five non-verbal stinging hexes, each one moving slower than the last until the last one seemed to move at an almost glacial pace.
"How did you do that?" Daphne asked.
"It's simply a few addendums to incantations but they take quite a lot out of you, magically. Salazar drilled them into me until I could do them wordlessly. The incantation sacrifices spell speed for power, so the slow ones are gonna hurt the most, but the really really fast ones will only sting a little bit. Ready?"
Daphne bounced on the balls of her feet and nodded.
Harry began casting stinging hexes, making them all move slowly at first, and Daphne could easily dodge them. She gave him a little smirk, so he decided to make it harder, adding just normal-speed hexes in between. She only needed to dodge twice over the next five minutes and was barely out of breath before he gave her a little break.
"How was that?" Harry asked, smiling,
"Good, I can do that," Daphne replied, barely out of breath.
"I'm gonna turn up the heat now. Ready, set - "
He started at the pace she was at originally at their last bout, but cast many more spells, leaving her with much less room to dodge. At one point she even had to drop to her stomach, so he shot a rapid one to clip her on the bum, eliciting a little yelp.
"You do not drop the floor if you can avoid it, you're a sitting duck. If I was a Death Eater you would be dead. Get up." Harry ordered.
"You gave me no other choice." Daphne snapped back, annoyed. "And you hit me right on my bum!"
"Aww you poor baby, would you like me to kiss it better?" Harry teased.
"I wouldn't mind actually," Daphne smirked, getting to her feet.
"Later," Harry replied with a grin, "If you'd watched for the slower one leaving my wand and calculated it getting there slower than the other one, you would've gone left, rather than right. Different spells move at different speeds. You have to anticipate when and where the spells are going to hit. You aren't going to get a warning in a real fight. Again."
Now Harry started fasting fewer much quicker spells, mostly at a medium speed or faster. She was dodging well and Harry could see her eyes watching his hand and looking around at the different spells approaching so he started adding some slower spells into the mix again. More and more she added before she screamed when one of the slowest ones hit her on her left ankle and she collapsed to her knees.
"Sweet Circe's saggy left tit that hurt!" she cried. Looking at him angrily.
"You did really well, but the longer we went on the less you were focusing on the whole picture, just the ones that were coming at you first. It'll get a lot harder when there's things like smoke and rubble flying about."
"Can we do it again?" Daphne asked, getting to her feet and panting heavily.
"Next time. Have a minute. You can have your wand back now," Harry replied, handing her wand back to her and walking back to the sculpture of Slytherin where the discs lay. One by one, he tapped with his wand and flung them into the air like frisbees. Instead of falling though, they simply uprighted themselves and floated, bobbing slightly in the air, their reflections shimmering on the body of water in front of the carving.
"These are targeting discs, you hit them with the spell "'Periculum'. When you hit the first one they will start moving and get faster and faster and the directions they move will get more erratic. I've set them to fall when they've been hit two hundred times."
"I can't cast two hundred spells one after the other. Even if I hit them all the first time, I'll pass out."
"Hmm, okay," Harry said, What about fifty?"
"I don't know. Should be okay, I think."
"Well just do your best if you can't get them all, it's not a problem. Sirius can only do two hundred, but he puts way too much magic into his spells. Are you ready?" Harry asked, walking around the water again and behind her.
She didn't give him a reply and simply started casting. She did really well to start with, but after hitting the first thirty, they were going much faster and she was only hitting the discs once for every ten spells that she cast.
"Come on Daph," Harry encouraged, "Shoot where they're going, not where they are!"
"I'm trying," Daphne replied, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead.
"Try harder, look for the pattern," Harry said.
"There's no bloody pattern!" Daphne snapped.
Exactly. If you can't hit them you need to cast more, and faster!" Harry advised.
"I can't do it!"
"Yes, you can."
"I can't" Daphne moaned, breathing heavily.
"If you hit all fifty. I'll buy you whatever you want from Twilfit and Tattings next Hogsmeade Weekend."
Daphne stilled and looked around at him, the discs still flying around in front of them, "Oh you're soooo going to regret saying that."
The zeal with which Daphne started casting then was impressive and not a minute later she had hit her fiftieth disc on target and they fell into the water with a splash. Harry quickly summoned them and laid all but one gently on the floor next to him and looked at Daphne who was panting, her cheeks flushed.
"How are you doing?" Harry asked as Daphne crouched with her hands on her knees.
"I'm knackered. Did I do okay?" she said, looking up hopefully.
"You did great, but get back to your feet. Last big push now."
Harry tapped his wand thrice on the bronze disc in his hand and flung it into the air.
"This is now the strength of metre-thick stone. Everything you've got. One spell, Reducto. Shatter it. It'll repair itself."
"What? I've told you, I'm knackered. I can't do that."
"Yes, you can, get to your feet."
Steadily she got up and Harry stood behind her. He ran his hands comfortingly down her arms as her wand hung loosely at her side.
"Close your eyes." Harry said, speaking calmly and slowly, "Now, think about all those spells you just cast, you can still feel the magic right there, can't you? You remember how it felt, how the magic came from within yourself, charged through your body, down your arm and out through your wand. Take a deep breath and focus on it, where the magic came from, bring it forward…breathe again. Keep your eyes closed. Feel the magic, right in your core and pull it all the way to the surface of your skin. Drag it until you can feel it in your fingertips, can you do that?"
"Y-yes." Daphne said, "I can feel it."
"Now I want you to imagine. You're locked outside your house but you know Astoria is in there alone, fitting and you need to get in there. If you don't get in there, she will die and you could've saved her. Feel your magic, feel your determination. Breathe. Pull the magic more, not so much that it hurts or you'll pass out. Astoria's dying, Daph, you need to break down the d-"
"Reducto!" Daphne replied, her eyes wild as she cast at the disc, which shattered instantly. Daphne gasped and looked around at Harry in excitement.
"I did it!" she squealed, wrapping him in a hug.
"Yes Daph! That was amazing, I can't believe you did it! That was incredible!" Harry replied pulling away from the hug
"What? You weren't expecting me to do it?" Daphne asked.
"No! I set that two ten-metre thick stone, not one. Sirius couldn't even break it."
"What really?" Daphne asked in astonishment.
"Yeah," Harry replied, nodding, trying to show her he was serious. Then, Daphne collapsed onto her knees and Harry went straight to his pocket, pulling out a small vial. "Here, drink this. It's Exhaustion Elixir, it'll fix you right up."
"Thanks," Daphne said, shakingly reaching out for the vial and gulping it down in one go.
"Really Daph, that was amazing. All of it. You did so well."
"Even with the plates?" she asked, feeling much better as she got back to her feet.
"Absolutely," Harry said confidently.
"How many do you hit?" she asked.
"Well that's not fair, I've been training for much longer and my core is abno-"
"How many?" Daphne interrupted.
"Just over a thousand before I have to stop."
Daphne laughed. "You're ridiculous, do you know that?"
"Ridiculously handsome with amazing abs and a rock-hard booty, apparently." Harry teased.
"Don't be big-headed," Daphne replied.
"I'll do my best," Harry smirked. Ready to go? We can go through the library, that's exciting. Never done that before."
"Sure, but you're showering first while I grab my bag from my room and then you're gonna come back down here or something. Don't come back for at least 40 minutes and knock first."
"You don't want to go in together?" Harry asked, flirtily raising his eyebrows.
"Not just yet," Daphne replied, mirroring his expression before turning to go back through Slytherin's mouth ahead of him.
"Do I at least get to know why you're making me wait? Harry replied as they re-entered the library.
"No," Daphne said, not even bothering to turn around.
"Ugh, fine."
They walked through the library and via Lumos-light, found the door at the back. It had the same design as the one on the door in the common room, minus the tapestry. Harry ordered the snake-plaque to open and when they stepped through they found that it was as if they'd entered via the common room in the first place.
They looked at each other, bemused, before Daphne said "I'm gonna get my bag, wait a sec."
Daphne ran from the room and returned two minutes later with her small green satchel over her shoulder and sat down on the comfy sofa by the window.
"You better be out of the shower and back in the Chamber in fifteen minutes because I need at least 40 minutes to get ready," she said.
Harry nodded and she kissed him on the cheek before leaving the way that they'd come in.
Nervous anticipation flooded his body as he stepped into the shower, having brought his change of clothes into the bathroom with him. He'd already been becoming more and more excited with each minute they were in the Chamber and now as he looked into his eyes in the reflection of the shower door his head was swimming and his cock was rock hard. He bit his lip, he knew he wasn't gonna last very long if he was this wound up before he even started, so, thinking of Daphne sitting not far away from him he rubbed one out quickly before washing himself clean. At least now he wouldn't blow in seconds.
After getting out of the shower and quickly drying himself off, he ran a brush through his hair and threw on a pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt before putting on his trainers and going back into the Chamber.
"Back so soon, Harry?" the portrait of Slytherin asked, "How goes the unassisted flight?"
"I can do it now," Harry replied, "And I'll have a second wand soon, so I can train to cast at the same time. Sirius will be here on Sunday."
"What day is it?" Salazar asked.
"Tuesday."
"I see. Time moves very strangely in this place, as I've told you many times. What will you be learning in the meantime?"
"Is there anything you think I would have time to get down before then?"
"Have you tried adjusting the parsel-whip into different elements? The book is down there, just near the back door."
"No, but I'll give it a go," Harry said, "What's it called?"
"Elemental Conjuration One," Salazar replied, "Third shelf down, last unit on the right."
Harry nodded and went off to find the book, for the next forty minutes he sat at the Chamber's desk reading carefully until the time was up. He must have read the same page twenty times, not being able to concentrate. When the grandfather clock opposite the fireplace chimed ten, he shot to his feet. Nervously, he made his way back through the library before commanding the back door to open. Once the plaque had once again morphed into a handle, he opened it slightly and then knocked three times.
"Come in!" he heard Daphne shout, so he stepped into the room and looked around him. She'd turned the lights down leaving only the two sconces lit on either side of the bed, but was nowhere to be seen. He looked towards the closed bathroom door, which at almost the exact moment he set eyes on it opened slowly, revealing the sight of Daphne who stood before him with a hand on her hip and a sultry smile on her face.
Harry didn't think there'd ever be a time when she didn't take his breath away, but this was something else entirely. Her long, usually wavy honey-coloured hair was now straight and hung long and low on either side of her small frame. Her breasts were covered and pushed up by a beautiful black lace bra that had an additional strap across the top of her cleavage, drawing attention to the milky flesh and to the slightly see-through lace of the bra itself, allowing the outline of her areolae to be visible underneath. Harry's eyes roved down her flat stomach and saw that just below her belly button was a black garter belt with straps that held up sheer black stockings that rose to mid-thigh on her long, toned legs. Her perfect pins looked even longer with the tall black stilettos adorning her dainty feet. Her knickers were made of the same sheer lace material as the bra but gave no hint of their treasure beneath.
She didn't need to know the answer to what he thought of her appearance. She already knew, and Harry knew she did, judging by the powerful smirk on her ruby-red lips and the way her heavily lined and gently shaded sapphire eyes pierced him. Neither said anything as they locked eyes. The tense stare seemed to last no time at all and went on forever before something snapped and they ran to each other, their mouths instantly colliding in a passionate kiss as Harry tangled his hands up in her hair. Daphne's hands instantly went for the hem of Harry's shirt, and she pulled it upwards to take it off, yet neither of them wanted to stop kissing and the moment it had been removed their mouths clashed again.
Harry ran his hands down the soft skin of her back and sides, marvelling at how tiny her waist was and began kissing down her neck, making Daphne breathe heavily. Her hands went for the button on the front of his jeans, but in the heat of passion, she was struggling. Harry's hands roved down further expecting to feel the fabric of her knickers, but instead, he felt nothing but the supple flesh of her buttocks beneath his fingers, he opened his eyes and pulled away from the kiss and looked at Daphne, who was looking at him wantonly.
Manhandling her, he spun her around to see her backside and saw that there was indeed underwear, but instead of knickers, found that she was wearing a tiny black g-string.
"Get on that bed," Harry growled as he pushed her forward so her hands were planted on the mattress and so that she was presenting her bountiful ass for him. Reaching up, he grasped one hand around the waist of the g-string and pulled it down with such force that it literally tore from her body. He flung it to one side.
Daphne opened her mouth to speak, "Harry, that's - ohhhh" she moaned, her words stolen from her as Harry dropped to his knees, grasped her buttocks and pushed his tongue into the folds of her pussy. She continued moaning heavily, never having felt such sensations before and she nearly lost herself when Harry brought a hand forward to start rubbing at her clit.
"Stop, Harry, stop," she said. Harry pulled away instantly.
"What? Is that okay?" Harry asked, worried.
"It's wonderful," Daphne replied, turning onto her back and scooching up the bed, "But you better get those fucking jeans off now."
Harry kicked off his shoes, pulled off his socks and after unbuttoning his jeans, pulled both his boxers and jeans off, his cock springing out at full mast.
"God's I forgot how big it is. You're gonna have to lick me some more, Harry," Daphne said, spreading her legs invitingly for him, "Go slow to start."
Harry climbed onto the bed, taking in the sight of her tight, clamshell pussy. Tentatively, he brought his tongue to bear, running the whole flat of it to lick across her whole vulva, making Daphne moan appreciatively.
"Yes, Harry," she moaned, "Just like that."
Harry slowly picked up the pace and Daphne's breathing became heavier, and when he brought his attention to swirl his tongue around her clitoris, she moaned even louder and arched her back to remove her bra. Harry watched from his wonderful viewpoint as Daphne massaged her own breasts, pinching her nipples as he continued, bringing his whole mouth around her and sucking gently while he licked her clit.
"Yes, Harry, oooh…that's it. Don't stop."
Remembering what she'd liked by the pool, he brought his hands up and slowly pushed his middle finger inside her, feeling for and massaging the slightly rougher patch of flesh within the velvet walls of her pussy while he used his other hand to reach for and grasp the bountiful flesh of a breast and tweak its already erect nipple. He carried on his tongue's ministrations, rapidly switching between licking and sucking it gently.
"Oh my, yes Harry." Daphne cried, "That's it, don't change a thing. Don't stop, I'm gonna, Ahhhhh!"
Daphne screamed and her whole body shook as an orgasm wracked her body. Harry felt the walls of her pussy clamp around his finger and relentlessly he kept licking and kept rubbing for as long as her pleasure seemed to last. As the orgasm slowly abated, Harry removed her hands and mouth from her body and looked up at his girlfriend, her hair splayed around her like a halo, her breasts heaving with her gradually slowing panting.
After around half a minute, she looked up at him in wonder.
"Where did you learn to do that?" she asked with a little giggle.
"I just kept doing what was working, and then I remembered what you liked at the pool."
"Well, it worked," Daphne replied, laughing, "Here, lay next to me. If we're gonna do this, I need to go on top first, it's supposed to hurt a little for girls the first time."
Harry nodded and got up and lay where Daphne had been as she moved out of the way. He took in again the divine view of the goddess before him as she raised a creamy thigh and straddled him, the heat from her core resting directly along his length. Daphne bit her lip.
"You look incredible, do you know that?" Harry complimented.
"I know," Daphne said, with a mischievous but smug look in her eye, "Ready?"
"I am, but what about…you know…I'm not ready to have babies yet." Harry said.
"I'm on the potion, don't worry," Daphne replied, smiling.
"Good," Harry said, returning the expression.
"Okay, so…" Daphne started, taking an intake of breath before raising herself up and grasping Harry's length to guide him to her entrance. She looked down at him.
"I love you," Harry said.
"I love you too," Daphne replied, before slowly beginning to sink herself onto him. They both took in a deep breath from the sensation. Daphne's pussy felt unbelievably tight and warm around the head of his cock, and it felt so immensely pleasurable that he felt something unfamiliar and animalistic well up inside him. A desire to grasp onto her and plunge himself into her as fast as he could until he emptied himself inside of her took hold, but he daren't move, especially with the sharp gasp of pain the Daphne elicited when she'd slid down the first two inches of him and paused.
"You okay?" Harry asked.
"I'm good," Daphne replied, wincing slightly, "Just have to go slow."
"Okay," Harry said kindly, "We're in no rush."
She leaned forward and kissed him gently before lowering herself fully, taking herself all the way to the base of his cock.
"HOoohhh." Daphne said, straightening up again "That's so deep. Gimme a sec."
Harry's eyes had almost rolled themselves as he felt her tight, soft walls around him but didn't mind at all. He wanted this to last forever and marvelled at the beauty of the woman atop him, marvelled at her large perky breasts and how soft the skin of her thighs felt under his fingertips.
Daphne closed her eyes and slowly raised herself up and then back down once, letting out a deep exhale. Then again.
"That's…" Daphne said, "That feels."
"Unreal. Keep going," Harry said, "And kiss me."
Daphne leaned forward to kiss him, her tongue massaging his as she very slowly picked up the pace. They lost themselves in the sweet combination of the sensations and soon Daphne was moaning into his mouth. Harry started to slowly meet her descensions with steady thrusts of his own, driving Daphne to gasp away from his mouth and lean backwards, riding at a strong, steady pace now as she breathed heavily. Her breasts bounced enticingly in front of him and Harry sat forward, taking a nipple into his mouth making Daphne moan louder. They reached a small crescendo after Daphne's legs started trembling on either side of him and then gradually they stopped, Harry's cock fully sheathed inside her. Harry reached up and stroked the side of her face and kissed her gently, before pulling away and they smiled lovingly at each other. She rolled off him and lay on her back before spreading her legs and reaching for Harry to climb on top of her. After getting between her legs he thrust once, but hit something hard. He'd been a little too low.
"Woooah," Daphne chided, "Wrong hole, save something for another day, yeah?"
"You'd wanna -" Harry said, mind reeling at the anticipation.
"I'm gonna say this once, Harry," she interrupted. "And only once. I've read a lot of books, naughty ones and when I was at Tracey's once she stole some of her Dad's adult VHS tapes from on top of his dresser and we watched them…Look, If you haven't noticed yet, I'm a little… I meant what I said when I said I'd be your little slut. If we're going to be together this is just the tip of the iceberg. Now, fuck me."
Harry's eyebrows raised and he bit his lip.
"Oh, you liked that when I talked dirty didn't you?" Daphne observed with a sexy smirk.
Harry nodded, blushing. Daphne grasped his cock and guided it to her entrance before reaching a manicured hand to his head and pulling him down to whisper in his ear.
"Well then you better put that big, fat, cock inside my tiny little pussy."
With one thrust Harry fully sheathed Daphne on his cock, making them both see stars. She moaned and winced slightly.
"Woah," Daphne said breathily, "Still sore."
"Too fast?" Harry asked.
"No, I don't think I mind a little pain," she said, "Fuck me, Harry."
He started with a steady pace, pushing himself inside her as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She started moaning a little louder now, and they kissed once more as he pushed himself again and again inside her.
"Oh, oh, oh, that's it, Harry, fuck me…, ohh… fuck me!"
Harry picked up the pace now, feeling the sensation of his balls tightening, and his breaths came out with a little moan of their own.
"Ah, that's it, grab my ass. Grab my fucking ass." Daphne half whined, half commanded.
Harry reached down and roughly grabbed Daphne's round ass beneath him and began using it as leverage to pull himself onto her.
"Yes! That's so fucking deep", Daphne cried, as she bucked her hips in time to meet his thrust, "Fuck me, Fuck me-ee-ee-ee-EE-EE-EE-AHHHHH!"
Daphne screamed as Harry forcefully impaled her on his length and with the rapid clenching and unclenching of her walls, it wasn't another ten seconds before he moaned loudly and emptied himself into her. The sensation of Harry's cock filling up and firing shot after shot inside of her lengthened Daphne's own orgasm and she screamed into his chest as Harry lifted his head back and moaned loudly.
"That was amazing," Harry said after he rolled off her and she'd taken a quick trip to her bathroom to clean up and flopped back to the side of him.
"Yeah it was," Daphne said, feeling content from her position on his chest as he gently stroked her hair. Harry looked down at the long smooth skin of her legs and felt a stirring beginning to rise within him once more.
"Ready to go again?" he asked.
"Tomorrow," Daphne laughed "I'm pretty sore."
"Okay," Harry chuckled, "I love you."
"I love you too," Daphne replied.
With that, neither said another word and with the sconces still lit and on top of the duvet, both Harry and Daphne drifted off to sleep.
