"I'm so horny I can barely think," Rose whispered in her ear, "so wet that it's running down my thighs. Please, Daph."
Thinking was the last thing that Daphne wanted to do in that moment, so she didn't. Pulling her best friend, the girl she'd been in love with for years into another kiss, she undid her bikini top without hesitation, freeing her large, perky breasts again, and buried her face in them.
"Fuck, you shave?" Daphne asked as Rose's panties fell to the floor.
"I like how the silk panties I wear feel against my bare skin," Rose replied, smirking at the blonde's reaction. "I do love your bush, though. The blonde curls are so pretty."
"Fuck, Rose," Daphne whimpered as the dark-haired girl parted her curls with her fingers.
"HARDER, HARDER!" Fleur screamed in the distance, making the brunette shudder.
"That's the idea," she grinned.
"Just like that, just like that!" Rose cried loudly as Daphne frantically rubbed her g-spot, three of her slender fingers stuffed into her dripping wet pussy and curling up right against the sensitive spot.
"You taste so good," Daphne cooed, swirling her tongue around Rose's taut little nub.
"Yes, yes, FUCK!" Rose shrieked, her back arching off the bed as her orgasm hit her like a freight train.
She squirted all over Daphne, who nearly came herself as she watched the girl she loved shake and thrash in ecstasy. She continued frigging her hard, kissing her way up to her breasts and capturing one of her hard pink nipples between her teeth. The waves of pleasure seemed never-ending to Rose as her mind was consumed by it, and when they finally did, she collapsed back, a sheen of sweat covering her entire body.
"Gonna...fucking..worship you," she whimpered, making Daphne shiver in lust.
"Morgana's tits, you're a fucking natural!" Daphne cried as Rose sucked on her throbbing clit.
Her fingers were all buried in the other girl's messy dark hair, holding her in place as though she'd die if she stopped. In that moment, part of her thought that she might.
"Scream for me when you cum, baby," Rose purred. "Let those inconsiderate jerks hear just how good I'm making you feel."
"ROSE!" Daphne wailed as she came, her thighs clenching around the brunette's head as her vision went white.
"Mmm," Daphne moaned at the dream she woke from as the first hints of consciousness came to her.
She was more comfortable than she could ever remember, lying in what was clearly a very soft, wonderfully warm bed. She was lying on her back, her head sunk into a very fluffy pillow, with what felt like a warm, silky, weighted blanket draped over her. She was hugging said blanket to her chest, like it was the most precious thing in the world to her, and felt her eyes well up with tears as her heart felt like it was going to burst. She ran her fingers through the blanket's long, wavy hair and…
She woke with a gasp, her eyes going wide as she finally realized just what she was hugging.
"I slept with Rose," she thought to herself, her heart racing in her chest so hard that the dark-haired beauty could certainly hear it. "Morgana's tits, I actually…"
She trailed off in her own mind as memories of the previous day came flooding back, and she whimpered softly at the effect they had on her. She would have liked to rub her thighs together as heat pooled low on her belly, but the cause of said heat was lying between them. Her gasp and whimper seemed to irritate Rose, who rolled over and buried her face in a bunched-up blanket.
Daphne blinked the last vestiges of sleep away and looked at the girl she'd been in love with for years. Dawn's early light streamed in through a gap in her curtains, illuminating the pale, flawless skin of Rose's back, and the blonde couldn't stop herself from pressing her lips against it. Rose was a very deep sleeper and wouldn't wake for a while, she knew, and while part of her wanted to wrap her arm around her and try to get back to sleep, she was far too wired for that. Instead, she got out of bed, threw on her robes, and went downstairs, fully intending to make them both tea.
"Good morning, Greengrass," Harry grinned as she walked into the kitchen, making her freeze.
He was wearing a pair of loose-fitting pants and nothing else, and Daphne scowled at the sight of his chiseled physique. He was covered in love bites, and as he turned back to attend the pancakes he was cooking, she saw that his back was rather scratched up. A quip about him fucking a werewolf was on the tip of her tongue, but she found herself silenced as she recalled what had led to her hooking up with Rose. She swallowed thickly as the memories of seeing him shag the magic out of Delacour flitted through her mind and decided to ignore him.
"There's no need to thank me," Harry added.
"I'm sure I'd agree if I knew what you were talking about," Daphne muttered, filling the kettle and setting it down on the stove next to his frying pan.
"I'm not the only one who forgot a silencing charm last night," Harry chuckled, and Daphne flushed scarlet in an instant. "I'd wondered for years if you'd ever nut up and tell her how you obviously felt. Clearly seeing me and Fleur together, or at least Fleur, did the trick. Like I say, no need to thank me."
"You...I…" Daphne sputtered, embarrassed and infuriated by the arrogant arse.
She didn't dislike her best friend's brother, but she did find him often annoying, a fact that had nothing to do with just how many of her crushes he'd slept with over the years. His effortless charm and shameless promiscuity had rankled her for years, but he'd irritated her long before he started sleeping with every girl who batted her eyelashes at him. He'd had this devil may care attitude since she first met him, and it drove her insane. All her life she'd had to walk on eggshells around her father, live up to her mother's demanding ideals for what a pureblood lady should be, and care for her often weak and sickly sister, and seeing anyone, much less the heir to a noble house, act like he did was enough to make her murderous.
"Seriously, though, I hope things work out for you two," Harry murmured, killing her growing anger in an instant.
"What?" Daphne asked.
"I don't need to tell you that Rose's taste in men sucks," Harry explained, adding his latest pancakes to the pile on a warmed plate next to him and adding more butter to the pan. "You might be prickly and irritable, but you clearly care for her, and I'd like to see her with someone who wants her for more than her body."
"I...thank you, Potter," Daphne muttered, taken aback by his earnestness.
The one good thing she could always say about him, and the one thing that they had in common, was that he did love his sister. They were in two different houses and had their own friends, but he always made sure that if she needed him, he was there for her and was fiercely protective when he needed to be. As someone else fiercely protective of their sister, she could appreciate and even admire that. It didn't make him any less of an annoying man-slut, though.
"Can't say he isn't a good-looking one, though," she thought to herself and immediately cursed her traitorous mind.
As he looked down at her, she noticed for the first time just how identical his eyes were to Rose's, and given that she had very, very fresh memories of seeing those eyes staring up at her lovingly from between her legs, it wasn't a comparison she wanted to make just then.
"I'd offer advice, but if what Fleur and I heard last night is any indication, you don't need it," Harry added with a grin and Daphne's face heated up again dramatically.
"Harry Potter!" she exclaimed, scandalized.
"Are you teasing ze poor girl?" Fleur asked as she wandered in.
Daphne looked behind her at the Veela, desperate to look anywhere other than Harry's punchable face, and immediately regretted it. She was clad in a nightie so sheer that she may as well have been wearing nothing at all, and the blonde couldn't help but look over her body. Fleur's figure was just as incredible as she'd seen the previous day and she bit her lip at the sight of her full breasts and her very pink, clearly battered pussy.
"Just congratulating her on pulling off something she's wanted for ages," Harry replied. "I had hoped you'd stay in bed a little longer. I was going to surprise you."
"Blueberry pancakes?" Fleur asked as she joined them. "Oh, mon tresor! We can eat zem 'ere of course."
"Yes, but I can't eat pancakes off of your breasts and belly on the dining room table," Harry complained. "It would be rude."
Fleur giggled and craned her head up, to kiss him softly before turning to Daphne.
"I'm sorry about 'im, 'e's a dreadful brute, non?" she chuckled.
"And here I thought you liked my brutishness," Harry sighed dramatically.
"You know I do," Fleur replied.
"Your pot's boiling," Harry said, and Daphne snapped out of the trance they seemed to have put her in.
She grabbed it and filling, the nearby diffuser with a couple spoonfuls of loose Earl Gray tea before placing it in the water. As Fleur and Harry continued to behave like newlyweds behind her, she filled Rose's cup with a splash of milk and added a little sugar to both of them before taking the cups and the pot back upstairs. She shook her head at their antics as she set everything down on Rose's dresser, taking advantage of the trivet she kept there for just such a thing.
"It seems like he can make any girl act like a fool," she thought to herself, annoyed.
"Mmm, Daph," Rose mumbled, and Daphne turned around immediately only to sigh as she realized that her friend was just talking in her sleep.
She finished making their tea just as they liked it, milk and sugar for Rose, just a hint of sugar for her, and set the cups down as she returned to the bed. She threw off her robes and sat down next to the raven-haired beauty, softly brushing her messy hair out of her face.
"Ugh, Daphne?" she asked, blinking up at her as she woke up.
"Morning, love," Daphne whispered, not trusting her voice.
"Daph, what...oh," Rose went to ask, only to go still as her eyes traveled down to the blonde's bare breasts.
Daphne swallowed thickly, not liking the way that Rose's face went blank as she recalled what they'd done together, and she pivoted immediately to another topic, saying, "I made tea."
Before Rose could reply, she got up and grabbed the cups, bringing them to the other girl's bed as she sat down. Rose accepted the cup silently and tasted the tea, smiling as she did so.
"Just how I like it," she murmured, smiling slightly.
"I know you well," Daphne whispered.
"We really...wow," Rose laughed lightly.
"Wow sums it up, I'd say," Daphne added, smiling widely.
"Daphne, I…" Rose went to say.
"I know I'm not your...usual type, and I have no idea what a relationship between us could look like long-term but I've been crazy about you since we were twelve, and I…" Daphne rambled on, only to be cut off by Rose kissing her.
She squeaked, her eyes going wide, and Rose giggled as she pulled back, her green eyes shining with mirth.
"Our practice kisses really got to you, huh?" she asked.
"Yes," Daphne admitted, blushing.
"Why didn't you say anything?" Rose asked.
"It seemed to be one-sided," Daphne shrugged. "You were so into boys while I just kind of found them gross."
"Are you not attracted to guys at all?" Rose asked. "You've never really participated when any of us have talked about which ones we thought were cute, but I thought that was you resigning yourself to your father setting you up with someone down the line."
"Not...really," Daphne replied, trying not to think of a certain messy-haired young man with eyes just like Rose's. "I kind of figured that you weren't at all into girls."
"Before last night, I wouldn't have thought that I was but…" Rose trailed off, biting her lower lip as her eyes grew lidded. "Merlin, you were so good, baby."
"We were good together," Daphne smiled, brushing her hair behind her ears. "You were practically on fire."
"Oh fuck, right," Rose groaned. "Harry…"
"Is aware of what we did last night," Daphne muttered, earning a confused look from her lover. "We didn't bother with a silencing charm either."
"Harry heard me like that?" Rose asked, her face and chest going a spectacular shade of red.
The two of them had spent the rest of the afternoon and the night in her bed after seeing Harry and Fleur together, taking a single break in all that time when they got hungry and calling on her family's house elf, Teeny, to bring them food.
"It's not like we didn't hear and see him and Delacour going at it like rabbits," Daphne shrugged.
"How do you know he knows?" Rose asked.
"I ran into him when I went to make tea," Daphne replied. "For the record, he says he's happy for us. The question is, is there an 'us' to be happy for?"
"Daph, I just got out of a relationship," Rose replied. "Last night was amazing, and I'd happily repeat it, but it'll be a little while before I'm ready for anything more serious."
"Of course," Daphne accepted easily. "How about this? We make this part of our no boys allowed summer."
Rose laughed loudly at that and grabbed her tea.
"It would be one way to keep my mind off of them," she chuckled.
Daphne looked down at her own cup and thought about that. Rose meant it as a joke, but she wondered if it would work. She knew that her friend had a phenomenal libido. It had taken hours of sex, with a break for dinner in the middle to truly sate her. Left to her own devices, she'd have eventually been seduced by some prick, but with the blonde there to keep her swimming in orgasmic bliss…
She smirked and finished off her tea before looking at Rose and saying, "We could probably use a shower."
"Yeah, I was going to...you mean sharing one?" Rose asked, cocking an eyebrow. "Are you saying you didn't get enough last night?"
She leaned in, and Daphne grinned, cupping her cheek. "I don't think I can get enough of you."
That was clearly the right thing to say, and Rose, after grabbing her wand and hitting them both with breath-freshening charms, kissed her deeply. Daphne melted into her embrace, and Rose set her cup down before wrapping her arms around her. The two of them scrambled out of bed and towards her bathroom, more than happy to pick up where they left off when they passed out the night before.
"I heard about you and Thomas," Blaise Zabini murmured as he slid in next to Rose at the bar in the Three Broomsticks.
"Sorry, are you?" Rose asked, cocking an eyebrow at Slytherin boy challengingly.
"Not at all," Blaise replied with a grin. "I always thought you deserved better, Potter. A girl like you shouldn't settle so."
Rose looked up into his dark eyes and smiled slightly. Zabini was just her type: tall, dark, handsome, and confident.
"And what do I deserve?" Rose asked.
"Someone with the means and ability to satisfy your every...need," Blaise replied, a cocky grin on his face as he leaned in. "Let me buy you a drink."
"Thanks, but no," Rose replied, smiling at Rosmerta as she came back with her three butterbeers. "Nice seeing you."
She grabbed the drinks and made her way back to Daphne and Tracey as Blaise tried to say something behind her. She sighed at the thought that that might have worked on her just a few days ago, but she was seriously trying to keep her mind off of boys and succeeding so far. Part of that was the fact that it had only been a few days, and part of it was the gorgeous blonde glaring holes into Blaise's head when she reached the table.
"What did Zabini want?" Daphne asked.
"To express his condolences about my failed relationship," Rose replied with forced nonchalance.
"I'm sure," Tracey snorted. Grabbing her butterbeer, she added, "Thanks, Rose."
"Your welcome, Trace," Rose smiled. "Are you finished with your summer assignments yet?"
"Nearly," Tracey replied and Daphne groaned.
"It's been less than a week," the blonde muttered.
"The sooner it's done, the sooner I don't need to think about it," Tracey shrugged. "How are you holding up, Rose?"
"I'm doing better," Rose replied.
"I'm glad," Tracey smiled. "You're better off without him."
"I'm starting to think so," Rose murmured, glancing up at Daphne, who looked down at her butterbeer, blushing slightly.
"So, Tracey, you said that you had something to tell us?" the blonde asked, changing the subject.
"Yes, I do," Tracey replied. "There was a contest announcement in the back of the prophet about a month ago that I signed up for. It cost a galleon, but I figured it would be worth it if I won."
"What was the prize?" Rose asked.
"Three tickets to see the Weird Sisters," Tracey replied, and Rose clapped a hand over her mouth to hold in her squeal.
"You won?" Daphne asked, excited.
"Yep," Tracey grinned. "I must say I'm glad that Su's family is spending the summer in China, or this would have been awkward."
"I would have just bought a fourth one," Daphne scoffed. "When's the concert?"
"The thirtieth," Tracey replied. "Consider an early birthday gift."
"Eee, you're the best!" Rose exclaimed, wrapping her arms around the still-grinning brunette. "Oh, I can't...hold on, one sec."
She reached into her pocket and pulled out an enchanted mirror they'd both seen before and answered it. Daphne recognized James Potter's voice on the other end, and Rose quickly excused herself to take the call in private.
"I wonder what that was about," she murmured.
"What's up with you two?" Tracey asked.
"I'm sorry, what?" Daphne asked, her voice growing slightly higher pitched.
"Oh, Merlin's balls, you two did it!" Tracey gasped, making Daphne's jaw drop.
"Keep your voice down!" she hissed, casting a silencing charm around their table.
"You usually have a much better poker face than this," Tracey giggled. "That should have been my first clue that something really big had happened. So did you figure out a way to grow a cock?"
"Tracey!" Daphne exclaimed, scandalized.
"Oh, what?" Tracey laughed. "I always figured it would be the only way you could get what you wanted. So what happened?"
"We were hanging out at her place when…" Daphne went to explain only for Rose to sit back down. "What was that about?"
"Dad just wanted to check in," Rose replied. "He called Harry and didn't get an answer."
"He's probably balls-deep in Veela," Daphne muttered, earning a wide-eyed look from Rose. "Oh, uh, I put up a silencing charm."
"Why?" Rose asked.
"I figured out you two were sleeping together," Tracey replied, sounding amused.
"I...should have figured you would," Rose sighed. "So, ask away."
"She asked how it started, and I was about to explain when you sat down," Daphne replied.
"Explain?" Rose asked, looking concerned.
"That we were having a sleepover when your idiot brother forgot a silencing charm," Daphne replied. Rose was about to interrupt her when she added, "We were lying there in bed, and hearing Delacour's screams got us both pretty hot. One thing led to another and…"
"There'll be one to tell the kids," Tracey laughed. "So your uncle Harry was shagging his fille du jour when…"
"What?" Rose asked.
"Girl of the day," Tracey replied. "Like soup du jour. I figured it was appropriate all things considered."
"Well, I don't think Fleur's going to end up being du jour," Rose snorted.
"Really?" Tracey asked. "Should have figured it would take a Veela to tie him down. So how new is this?"
"A few days and this is still pretty casual," Daphne replied before Rose could, giving Tracey a pointed look.
"My breakup is still pretty fresh, and I'm not looking to rush into anything new just yet," Rose added.
"Of course," Tracey said. "I just...look, if you two actually got together, I think that would be awesome, but I get wanting to move slowly when you only broke up with the dickhead about a week ago. If you two do start dating for real, you'll owe Harry and Fleur."
"Perish the thought," Daphne sighed.
"I wonder what he's up to right now," Rose murmured, trying not to blush as she remembered seeing him and Fleur together that day. When Daphne gave her an incredulous look, she added, "I mean, I know it's Harry we're talking about, but there's no guarantee that's what he's doing."
"OUI, OUI, OUI, OUI!" Fleur screamed at the top of her lungs as Harry fucked her hard and fast.
She was lying on her belly, too tired to stay on her hand, and knees after the last hour, clinging to the sheets below her like she was going to float away if she let go. Her long, silvery blonde hair was wrapped around Harry's hand, and he was pulling on it as he pounded her into the bed. His every deep, brutal thrust made her see stars, and she swore he was going to drive her mad. She'd been in this state of near constant ecstasy for the past ten minutes, cumming again and again and only ever coming down the barest bit between her orgasms. She didn't know how he was managing to keep her plateaued right at the edge like that, and in that moment she didn't care in the slightest.
"'ARRY!" she shrieked, writhing in pleasure as she came yet again.
"Fuck, Fleur, I'm going to cum," Harry groaned, and as mindless as Fleur was in that moment, she was still coherent enough to recall what she'd wanted to do when he came.
"Pull out, pull out!" she cried and he did so immediately, grunting in frustration as he did so.
"Waht's wrong?" he asked, well aware that she took her potion regularly.
"Just a...moment," Fleur panted, pushing her twitching form up on very shaky limbs.
She turned around and smiled widely at the sheer lust and desire she saw in his eyes. The green irises she loved so much were almost entirely obscured by his wide pupils, and she felt her cunt flutter at the sight. It did so again when she looked down at his cock, standing proud and strong, throbbing with need, and so engorged it was nearly purple.
In contrast to Veela stereotypes, Fleur wasn't generally one to fuck on the first date, wanting to see how a man worked to impress her. Harry had ended their first date by showing her a room in the castle that could become any one wished and dancing with her. As the two of them glided around the room to music conjured by it, she'd felt something so promising that she decided to check it out for herself, and at first glance she was lost.
He was so thick and vascular, so large and yet rock-hard. She had wanted nothing more as she laid her eyes on him the first time to feel the weight of his turgid member on her tongue, to learn just how wide she'd have to stretch her lips to accommodate him, and to find out if he was long enough to trigger a gag reflex she was certain that she, like all Veela, simply didn't possess. She had wasted no time sucking his cock that night and rarely let a night they spent together go by without doing it again.
"Fuck, Fleur," Harry hissed as she licked a trail up along the underside of his cock, leaving a trail in the creamy fluids she's utterly coated him with.
She moaned at her own taste combined with his and continued giving him a slow, sensuous tongue bath, making him increasingly frustrated. When she felt his hands go to her head, she grabbed them and brought them down to the bed.
"None of zat now, mon amour," Fleur grinned. "You're going to enjoy zis, but it will be as my pace, understand?"
"Yes," Harry groaned. His eyes narrowed as he added, "You realize that I'm going to pay you back for this, right?"
"I'm looking forward to it," Fleur replied. "Now whatever you do, do not cum."
Harry clenched his eyes shut and used his control over his inner muscles to ensure that he didn't as she continued to torment him. He didn't know what she had in mind exactly, but one thing that he'd learned over the past several months was that Fleur never had ideas for bedplay that didn't feel incredible. She continued slowly cleaning his cock with her eager tongue until the entire shaft glistened with her saliva. Once that was done, she reached into her purse and pulled out what looked like a soft measuring tape.
"If you wanted to know how big I am, you could have just asked," Harry chuckled.
"Oh, I am sure you've measured it regularly ever since you discovered zat you were special, 'Arry," Fleur giggled.
She whispered something to the tape, and it immediately wrapped around the base of his shaft. The silky fabric felt weird, and he hissed as he continued going upward, seeming to want to get a clear measurement of every single bit of his shaft. Once it finished getting the circumference of his glans, it straightened out along the whole thing, getting the exact, length.
"Zere, now you may cum," Fleur murmured.
"You're so graci...fuck!" Harry cried as she took his entire cock to the root between her lips in one swift movement.
She bobbed her head up and down quickly, sucking hard and swallowing around him periodically. He snaked his fingers through her long blonde hair, holding onto her head for dear life as she did her best to suck his soul out of his cock. She was better at this than anyone else he'd ever been with, and it wasn't close. As close as he'd already been, he didn't last thirty seconds before he let go, shooting what felt like a gallon of cum down her throat. She swallowed every drop with practiced ease and let his cock go with an audible pop once his orgasm faded.
"I'll never tire of 'ow sex you look in ecstasy, 'Arry," Fleur cooed.
"Same," Harry panted, lying back on the bed as he tried to catch his breath.
She laid down next to him and he brought her in close, running his fingers through her hair as she rested her head on his chest.
"What was the measuring tape for?" Harry asked a couple minutes later.
"Zere is a witch in France, my maman knows, 'oo makes ze most incredible sex toys," Fleur replied. "I am 'aving a dildo made, and I wanted to get your measurements exactly."
"I got you a place in Hogsmeade and promised that I'd sneak out nightly," Harry murmured. "Between my cloak and map, getting in and out of Hogwarts is easy."
"Oh, I recall," Fleur grinned. "It is not for me. Ze dildo in question will be attached to a 'arness and given as a birthday gift to a girl we both know; if you're alright with zat, zat is."
"A girl we...no," Harry breathed, sitting up and looking at Fleur in shock.
"Imagine it, mon amour," Fleur grinned. "'Ow 'ot would it be knowing zat when zey go to bed, zey will be fucking with it?"
"Fleur, she's…" Harry went to protest, only to groan when she wrapped her hand around his cock.
"You cannot lie to me, 'Arry," Fleur grinned. "I already know 'ow much it turns you to know zat she saw us zat night, and zat ze 'ole night we 'eard zem screaming zere 'eads off in pleasure was because of zat."
"I shouldn't 'ave told you that," Harry groaned as his cock sprang back to life.
In the moment, he'd thought that it had been Daphne alone that had seen him that day, and the next morning he'd still thought that, but as he considered just how quickly afterward he'd heard her and Rose start having sex, he'd realized that there hadn't been enough time between the moment where he saw her and the moment where they started having sex for her to have gone back and dragged Rose upstairs. His sister had caught him shagging his girlfriend and had been so wildly turned on by that that she hooked up with her best friend, and the thought of that turned him on more than he wanted to admit.
"Even if you didn't, I would 'ave known," Fleur chuckled. "You've fucked me 'arder zen ever while we overheard zose two going at it zis week. Such things are far more normal among Veela, 'Arry, and if you wanted to bring 'er into our bed directly, I wouldn't object in the slightest."
"She's my…" Harry went to protest.
"Your sister; your twin," Fleur finished for him, stroking his rock-hard cock firmly. "You two shared a womb; you came into ze world within minutes of each other, and you 'ave known each other all your lives. You're also both 'otter zan 'ell and 'ave ze libidos of minks. 'Oo could truly blame you wanting to fuck like zem."
"God," Harry grunted, burying his face in her hair as if to hide from his own shameful desires.
"Rose is a size queen, 'Arry," Fleur continued. "'Er favorite zing about zat idiot she dated was his large cock."
"She said that?" Harry asked.
"Not in zose words, but we went for drinks last year and got to talking," Fleur replied. "You yourself 'ave said zat you want 'er and Daphne to get together because you know she'd never hurt 'er. A girl with a kink for huge cocks could date a girl longterm just fine, but with something like zis, it would eliminate one possible problem zay could encounter."
"How would it work?" Harry asked, considering it despite his reasons for hesitating. "It's not just a simple strap-on, I assume."
"Oui," Fleur replied. "It will feel like flesh, and ze wearer will feel ze sensations of being inside 'er girlfriend."
"It'll be like the real thing," Harry gasped, feeling his cock throb at the thought.
"Just so," Fleur grinned. "Almost as if it were actually you."
"Fuck!" Harry cried, feeling like he might cum again already.
Fleur, with an impish grin on her face, let go of him just then and said, "Unless you want me to forget ze plan. Do you?"
"You did already get my measurements," Harry replied, making her laugh. "We can't do this without telling them the truth, though, and I doubt that Rose or Daphne will agree, frankly."
"You'd be surprised," Fleur smiled. "I will tell zem ze truth, of course, and we'll see how ze feel about it, but I doubt either will object much; at least once zey realize zat ze other isn't offended."
"You're such a bad girl," Harry groaned.
"Ze worst," Fleur grinned, pushing him back and climbing into his lap.
As she sank down onto his still-glistening shaft, she moaned in pleasure and closed her eyes. The one thing that she hadn't told him was that she knew for a fact that his attraction to Rose was very, very mutual. As a Veela, she could sense such things naturally and, in fact, could not tune them out if she wanted to. Veela always knew who wanted who and just how badly, and Rose and Harry had both desired the other before their little accidental voyeurism moment. Daphne was the only one who had actually changed at all, gaining an appreciation for Harry that she hadn't had before, while Rose's intensified dramatically. She knew that the two of them would accept her gift happily for various reasons, and the only question was if it would have the kind of affect that she hoped it would.
"So, um," Daphne tried to say as she stared down at the one present she'd been unable to open in front of anyone other than Rose.
"That's...wow," Rose muttered, unable to take her eyes off it.
"Bigger than…" Daphne went to ask, unable to keep from wondering how it compared to Dean.
"Oh yeah," Rose replied, shuddering. "Like two inches longer and even thicker. If I hadn't seen Fleur...uh…"
Daphne sighed and buried her face in her hand. She'd say that she had no idea why she'd agreed to this, but that would be a lie. The way that, despite her obvious shame, Rose's eyes had lit up when Fleur suggested her present the week prior had been all the reason she needed.
"I 'ave a gift idea zat I wanted to run past you," Fleur murmured as she sat down on Rose's bed, alone with the not yet couple.
"Oh?" Daphne asked, surprised. She and Delacour weren't close by any stretch of the imagination, and while they were both sort of dating Potters, she hadn't known that this would entail gifts. She didn't even know when the Veela's birthday was.
"That's sweet of you," Rose smiled. "Why run it past both of us?"
"Because it would be for you both," Fleur replied. "Given 'ow close your birthdays are, if I were cheap, I could say it was both your presents."
"Um, what is it?" Daphne asked.
"A friend of my mother's makes enchanted sex toys," Fleur replied, making both of them blush, "and one of her specialties is something that I zink would interest you both. She can make strap-ons enchanted to make the wearer feel as zough zey were actually taking zeir partner with zeir own cock."
"I...oh wow," Rose smiled, looking at Daphne, who just stood there with her jaw dropped.
"That's possible?" the blonde asked. "The enchanting must be extraordinary."
"Zey are very 'igh end," Fleur replied. "She makes zem by 'and and uses ze specific measurements given based upon 'ooever ze buyer wants."
"Oh, wow, that sounds really generous," Rose mumbled, blushing again.
"They're made based on specific guys?" Daphne asked, her eyes narrowing.
"Oui," Fleur replied, "Each one is very unique, made according to whatever specs Genevieve is given. Given your...preferences, Rose, I suspect zat a large model will be preferred."
"Oui, er, yes, um…" Rose sputtered.
"I was zinking zat it could be made using ze length and girth of ze largest man I 'ave ever known," Fleur suggested, her crystal-blue eyes glittering with mischief.
"Yes, that...wait…" Rose trailed off as she realized just who Fleur would have to mean by that.
"Harry?!" Daphne asked, aghast at the very suggestion.
"Mmhmm," Fleur replied as if it were the most normal suggestion in the world. "Zere's no one like 'im, ma chere, trust me zere."
"He's her brother!" Daphne exclaimed while Rose just stood there, her mind flashing back to the day she watched her brother fuck the very girl she was speaking with.
He looked so big, so thick, and she had no idea how it was even possible for the Veela to take him all so seemingly effortlessly. The idea of being stretched to her absolute limit by his massive cock had plagued her ever since. It was impossible, she knew, something that she shouldn't even think about and certainly something that she'd never actually experience. Except that she was being given a chance to do just that, albeit in dildo form. She found herself salivating at the thought.
"It's not like it will be ze same zing," Fleur justified, "and zink of 'ow much it will enhance your already seemingly great sex life."
"Rose, I…" Daphne looked at her friend and lover and went silent at the look on her beautiful face.
"It's fleshier-looking than I expected," Daphne murmured, picking up the heavy dildo so carefully one might have thought she expected it to bite her. "It's warm!"
"What?" Rose asked, wrapping her hand around it without thinking. "Oh, Merlin, that actually feels real."
"Fucking Veela," Daphne thought to herself in frustration as she watched Rose marvel at how much space was left between her thumb and fingers as they stretched in vain around the girthy shaft. Fleur had told them a lot about her present, but Daphne had still had something less realistic in mind.
"P...put it on," Rose stammered. "It's your birthday, and while I'll happily feast on your gorgeous little pussy later, I want to suck your cock first."
"You're sure Delacour won't be coming back tonight?" Daphne asked.
"Harry snuck her into his room and has it well-silenced," Rose replied. "My parents think I'm at your place and your parents…"
"Think I'm at Tracey's," Daphne finished for her.
Sighing, she undressed quickly and stepped into the leather harness, tightening it to fit her snugly. Rose undressed even more quickly, practically shaking with anticipation, and Daphne recalled the true reason that she went along with this. From the moment she lost her virginity, Rose had developed a very healthy appreciation for sex, and part of Daphne had feared, even as they started sleeping together, that she'd eventually come to desire a man's touch, or at least cock. Fleur's gift gave the blonde a chance to give her that herself.
"Doing it with a copy of Potter's cock is weird, but I know Rose is going to enjoy this," Daphne thought to herself.
The second she finished getting the harness on, Rose's hand around the dildo started to feel really good, and she stepped back in shock.
"What is...wait, did you feel that?" Rose asked, instantly growing excited and licking her palm.
"Yeah, I...oh fuck," Daphne moaned as Rose started stroking her with her slick hand.
"Mmm, that does feel good, doesn't it?" Rose asked, grinning at the other girl's obvious pleasure.
"No wonder boys are all so bloody obsessed with their cocks," Daphne sighed as she started to get a handle on the odd, alien sensations she was feeling.
"Mmm, you think that feels good; just wait," Rose purred, her eyes locked onto her best friend's icy orbs.
She pressed her hot, wet lips against the glans of the remarkably lifelike dildo and laughed as Daphne gasped, looking overwhelmed already. Stretching her lips around the thick shaft, she took the first few inches into her warm, wet mouth and dug her fingers into Daphne's plush arse. The blonde's legs shook as she felt Rose cave her cheeks in around the dildo and start sucking firmly.
The sensation was similar to cunnilingus in some ways and so very different. Having her clit licked directly was a sharp, intense sensation that she could only handle if she was already right on the edge of orgasm. Having what was essentially her cock sucked was less intense than that, but fuller in a way that she had trouble getting a sense of. All she knew was that her brain was swimming in bliss from the start, and as Rose continued going deeper and deeper, swallowing ever more of the long, thick shaft into her tight throat, it got even better.
"Oh fuck, oh, shit, oh Merlin, I...Rose!" Daphne babbled, completely blown away.
The raven-haired beauty laughed, and the reverberations of that around the dildo made Daphne cry out. When she finally buried her nose in her blonde curls, there was only one thing that she could even think to say.
"Do you even have a gag reflex?" she asked.
Rose let the shaft slip from her pouty lips with an audible pop and smirked at her, saying, "Nope. Learned that when that douche Ernie thrust his whole cock into my mouth. It was barely big enough to touch my throat, but it…"
"He's among the last things I want to think about just now," Daphne said coolly, her eyes narrowing.
"Sorry, Daph," Rose replied, a faint smirk on her face. "You're right, that was rude of me, and you really should punish me for it."
"Fuck, Rose," Daphne shuddered as the other girl stood up and cupped her large, full breasts.
"You've wanted me for years, and now you can truly have me," Rose purred, stepping backward until she sat down on the bed behind her. "Every inch of me, inside and out, can be yours. You're gonna touch places no one else ever has with that beast; completely ruin me for anyone else, and I want you to. I want you to break my little pussy."
"I can see that," Daphne breathed, staring down between the other girl's parted legs.
Rose's bare mound was on full display, and her fleshy folds looked slick already. Daphne approached her, her every step making the dildo bob in front of her, and slid two fingers between her nether lips, drawing a gasp from her lips.
"Already wet," Daphne purred, bringing her fingers to her lips and licking the fluids off. "Did sucking my cock really turn you on that much?"
"Yes," Rose admitted. "You're so perfect, baby. You already were, and these past couple weeks have been amazing, but with that...you're going to make me feel so good."
"Yes, I am," Daphne breathed, her heart hammering in her chest. "I don't have a refractory period like some dumb boy, and I'll never soften on you. I'm going to fuck you until you beg me for mercy and then fuck you some more. By the time I'm done with you, you won't remember your own name much less those worthless losers you wasted your time with last year."
"Do it!" Rose exclaimed, practically shaking with need. "Make me yours, baby."
Daphne slapped Rose's clit with the dildo, making her cry out, and wrapped a hand around her head. Pulling her in, she kissed her fiercely, shoving her tongue into her mouth and dominating her utterly. The dark-haired girl melted into her touch immediately and moaned into her mouth as she started grinding her fake cock against her folds. The two of them made out passionately, their arms wrapped around each other and their bodies moving as one. Even this was more intense than Daphne would have imagined; the heat and wetness coming from Rose feeling incredible, and she had no idea how it was going to feel to be buried inside her.
"Mmm, fuck me!" Rose exclaimed, reaching down to grab the dildo and try to move it into place. "Fuck me, Daphne."
"Rose," Daphne gasped, reaching down to place her hand over the other girls.
Rose let go and let her take it in hand. Finding the hole turned out to be a touch more challenging than she expected, to her embarrassment, but after a couple times, she struck true and collapsed as she felt the first couple inches of her shaft pop inside Rose's warm, wet heaven.
"Fuck!" Rose exclaimed as she felt her pussy stretch further than it ever had to accommodate the massive shaft.
She thought Dean was quite the stretch, but her ex had nothing on the horse cock Daphne shoved inside her. Despite herself, she couldn't help but think about just whose cock this was, and she instantly understood why so many girls had seemed so obsessed with him over the years. Daphne, meanwhile, was blown away by just how fucking good Rose felt. She had heard many jokes over the years about guys who blew their loads the moment they entered a woman and had laughed heartily if she heard such jokes in a private enough setting, but as she felt her best friend's tight walls cling like hot, wet silk to her shaft, she was hit with sympathy she'd never known.
"It turns out pussy is fucking magical; who knew?" she thought to herself, giggling as she did so.
"What's so funny?" Rose asked, brushing her long, blonde hair out of her face and smiling up at her.
"Just reaffirming something I already knew," Daphne replied, kissing her before she could ask anything else.
Pushing herself back up, she thrust her hips forward lightly, moaning as she felt a little more of her cock slip inside Rose.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"More than," Rose replied. "Keep going."
Daphne nodded and buried her face in the crook of the other girl's neck, kissing, licking, and nipping at the slender column. One thing she'd learned over the last couple weeks was that Rose's neck was absolutely a weak spot for her, and she took full advantage of that, peppering it with kisses and nibbling on her earlobe as she continued to slowly bury the dildo inside her. Rose was swiftly reduced to a mewling mess, clinging to Daphne for dear life as she felt her inner walls get spread further and further. It felt like she was in her stomach already, and she knew from the way Daphne was still thrusting that there had to be more left. It just felt like so much more than anyone else ever had, and she knew that she was going to be addicted by the end of the night.
"Oh Morgana!" Rose cried as she felt Daphne's hips press against her, the last inch of the massive shaft buried inside her sweltering cunt.
"So good," Daphne breathed, her eyes shut as she grappled with the sensations her brain was swimming in.
"Look at me," Rose murmured, and Daphne opened her eyes, lifting herself up to look down at the other girl.
She was shaking and flushed, her eyes wide and so darkened by lust that the blonde could barely make out the green of them.
"You feel so good," Daphne whispered, brushing Rose's long, dark hair aside.
"I feel good?" Rose asked, laughing. "I'm fucking shaking already, and you just started. You have no idea how bloody incredible this feels right now, though I'd be happy to show you some other time."
"Eh, maybe if we start smaller," Daphne replied hesitantly. "We're not all into forearm-sized cocks, darling."
"It's not quite that big," Rose laughed.
"I feel like I have Hagrid's penis strapped to my body," Daphne said dryly, making Rose cackle loudly. "Oh fucking hell, I actually felt you laugh."
"You have me stretched out so much, Daphne," Rose cooed. "You'll feel my every move, and just wait until you make me cum. Actually, I should have asked earlier, what does this feel like for you?"
"Aside from bloody marvelous, like it could make me cum too," Daphne replied.
"Do it then," Rose sighed. "Fuck me, Daphne."
Daphne pulled several inches of the shaft from Rose's clinging depths, moaning aloud as she felt the other girl's body squeeze her in ways that she never could have fathomed, and plunged back in hard. Rose grunted and quivered, throwing her head back into the pillow as a wide smile formed on her lips.
As the blonde started fucking her tentatively, trying to find a steady rhythm, two things became immediately apparent to her. The first was that the act of sex was actually a lot harder than she'd imagined. She'd never been with a boy, and her trysts with Rose had largely entailed the two of them using their fingers and tongues to drive each other wild. This was her first experience with penetration at all, and it took her longer than she'd have expected to work out how best to move. As she did so, the second thing that she realized was that her talk of fucking Rose for hours until her mind went blank was something she was unlikely to live up to because this was far more of a workout than she'd anticipated.
"Potter made this look easy," she thought to herself, annoyed by how quickly her lack of athleticism came back to bite her.
She'd learn though and build up her stamina if she had to give herself a figure like Angelina Johnson's to do it.
"Fuck, baby, that feels so...ahhh...good!" Rose moaned and Daphne smiled.
"Anything will be worthwhile if it means I can see more of her beautiful face scrunched up in pleasure like that," she thought to herself.
As she picked up her pace, pounding Rose harder and faster, her large breasts began to roll and jiggle across her chest, mesmerizing Daphne instantly. Taking a woman on her hands and knees no doubt had its own appeal, and she definitely intended to bend Rose over before the night was done, but she couldn't imagine it comparing to a sight like that. She craned her head down and captured one of Rose's pebbled nipples with lips, grazing it with her teeth in a way that she knew would delight the brunette.
"Yes!" Rose cried, grabbing her head and holding it to her chest. "Just like that."
Her pleasured moan and whimpers were driving Daphne mad just as much as the feeling of her tight inner walls wrapped around her shaft was, and when she felt her start to quiver and flutter around her, it nearly made her eyes cross.
"I'm so close, baby," Rose whimpered. "Don't stop."
"So am I," Daphne moaned, reaching down to stroke her clit. "Cum for me, Rose."
"Fuck, yes!" Rose cried, grabbing onto the sheets on either side of her so hard that her knuckles turned white. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop."
Every flutter of Rose's cunt made Daphne feel like someone was sucking on her clit and it was swiftly becoming too much. Continuing to rub her slick thumb over the other girl's clit in just the way she knew she liked, the blonde started fucking her harder and faster, hoping more than anything that she'd cum first.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" Rose screamed, reaching behind her head and clawing at the pillows as the pressure inside her became too intense to bear. "You're so good, baby; that's so good. I'm gonna…"
"Fuck!" Daphne screamed as she came hard, collapsing forward into Rose's arms.
"No!" Rose cried mournfully. "I was so...wait a sec…"
Realizing that Daphne cumming didn't mean that the dildo was about to soften or shrink in the least, Rose grinned wickedly and rolled them over. She stared down at the still quivering, writhing girl under her, and her grin became feral. Daphne opened her eyes as her orgasm abated, and they quickly widened at the manic look in Rose's.
"Rose...fuck!" the blonde cried as she started bouncing on the dildo.
"A cock so big I can feel it in my stomach, just as warm and wonderful as any real one, and it will never wilt?" Rose asked. "I'm never bloody letting you go."
"Rose, I...don't!" Daphne cried, swimming in bliss as the other girl rode her hard and fast. Reaching up to cup her breasts, she added, "I'm yours, luv. Ride me until you cum, ride me until you can't cum anymore."
"You'd like that?" Rose asked, sounding half-mad. "You'd like being my pet, my little toy that I can fuck whenever I need it?"
"Yes!" Daphne cried. "It's hardly little, though."
Rose laughed at that and hissed as Daphne rolled her nipples between her fingers. Moving her hands down from the other girl's shoulders, she sunk her fingers into her pillowy mounds and kneaded them gently. Daphne's moans and the look of pleasure on her face made Rose even wetter, and she started riding her harder, still chasing her own orgasm. She'd been quite close when the other girl came and was soon again soaring towards her peak.
"Yes, yes, yes, YES!" she squealed as it finally hit hard.
She convulsed in pleasure as it thundered through her entire body, and she braced herself on her hands to keep from collapsing on Daphne. The blonde moaned as she felt Rose cum around the dildo and sat up, wrapping her arms around her curvaceous body and holding her tightly as she rode out the waves of ecstasy. As it ended, Rose slumped in her embrace, and Daphne started running her fingers through her hair, making her shiver as she laid back down.
"We owe Fleur...so much," Rose panted, making Daphne giggle.
"When's her birthday?" she asked.
"February 15th," Rose replied, sighing in pure contentment.
Daphne rolled them both onto their sides, and the two of them basked in the afterglow of their orgasms, both of them lazily tracing little circles across the other's flushed, sweaty skin. Daphne shivered at the simple touch and closed her eyes, happy to just breathe in her lover's scent and sink into the comfortable bed. She was surprised a moment later when Rose pushed her onto her back and sat up.
"Wha…" she went to ask.
"You talked a very big game before," Rose grinned. "Something about fucking me until I forget my own name?"
"I did say that, didn't I?" Daphne asked, amused.
"I understand if you tired yourself out," Rose murmured, tracing a finger through the valley between Daphne's breasts. "This is new to you, after all, but I still intend to hold you to your promise."
"Far be it for me to go back on my word," Daphne grinned. "Ride me until we both see stars again, Rose."
"You and I are going to have so much fun together," Rose moaned as she let a few inches of the dildo slip from her pussy before impaling herself again.
She might not have been ready for a relationship just yet, but she would be one day, and in that moment, she could imagine it being with anyone other than the loving girl under her just then. They still had so much of the summer to enjoy, and she fully intended to make the most of it, starting with riding Daphne until neither one of them could move a muscle.