CHAPTER 16: IN THE SHADOWS OF LUST
She hesitated for a moment, then leaned in closer, her lips parting slightly. "Just... don't expect me to be gentle."
"I wouldn't dream of it," Harry replied, his voice a low growl.
With a final glare, Daphne took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head with surprising skill. Harry groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as she worked him with a mix of anger and determination.
"That's it," he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. "Just like that."
Daphne's movements grew more confident, her hands and mouth working in tandem. The room was filled with the sounds of her efforts and Harry's soft moans.
As she continued, Harry's control began to slip. "Daphne, I'm close..."
She didn't stop, her pace increasing as she brought him to the edge. With a final, guttural moan, Harry came, his body shuddering as she swallowed everything he had to give.
Panting, he looked down at her, a mix of satisfaction and respect in his eyes. "You're something else, Daphne."
She wiped her mouth, standing up with a haughty expression. "Don't get used to it, Potter."
Harry chuckled. "Wouldn't dream of it."
Harry ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident on his face. He should have gone and found Hannah. "Okay, this time I'll get myself off since you're so useless at it. But in return, I want to see you get yourself off. Now."
Daphne's eyes blazed with defiance. "I'm not your fucking toy, Potter."
He sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "No, but you're too fucking incompetent to give me a proper handjob, so maybe you'll be better at twiddling your clit, huh? Come on, it can't be the first time you've done it. Bet you've even thought of me while you did it, right?"
"In your dreams, Potter," she snapped, but the flush creeping up her cheeks made him suspect he had struck a nerve.
He shrugged nonchalantly. "It's either this or I shove my cock down your throat and fuck it until you choke on my load. Either that, or next time the Death Eaters show up, you can see how good the Aurors are at protecting your family."
Her eyes glared up at him, filled with a mixture of fury and doubt as she judged his sincerity. One second stretched into five before she finally spoke. "Fine, let's get this over with."
Daphne settled back on the seat of the train carriage, pulling her legs up and hiking her skirt around her waist. The movement revealed her creamy thighs, leading up to a Slytherin green thong, satin, lacy, and cut high on her hips. The thong had a telling wet spot.
"You're wet," Harry laughed with glee. The Slytherin Princess was getting wet for him.
"I'm not!" she snapped, her head jerking down to see, and swore under her breath when she saw it was true. She blinked away tears, unable to raise her head as she pulled the thong off quickly. She tried to hide her humiliation, but it was only emphasized by a thin line of her arousal stretching from her sweet lips to her thong as she pulled it down, slipping it off her ankles and tossing it aside.
Harry watched her, his eyes darkening with lust. "Go on then. Show me how you touch yourself."
Daphne's hands trembled as she spread her legs wider, exposing herself completely to him. She hesitated for a moment, then began to touch herself, her fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles over her clit. Her breath hitched, a soft moan escaping her lips despite herself.
"See, you can do it," Harry murmured, his hand moving to his own cock, stroking it in time with her movements. "Doesn't it feel good?"
Daphne bit her lip, refusing to answer, but her body betrayed her. Her hips began to move, pressing against her hand as she sought more friction. Her eyes fluttered closed, her moans growing louder as she lost herself in the sensation.
"Open your eyes," Harry commanded. "I want to see you."
Reluctantly, she opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. The intensity in his eyes made her shiver, and she felt a surge of arousal that surprised her. She quickened her pace, her fingers working frantically as she chased her release.
"Good girl," Harry groaned, his own hand moving faster. "Just like that."
Daphne's body tensed, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she neared the edge. With a final, desperate cry, she came, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.
Harry followed her over the edge, his own climax tearing through him as he watched her. Panting, he looked at her with a mixture of satisfaction and newfound respect. "You're something else, Daphne."
She wiped her hand on the seat, glaring at him with a mixture of defiance and vulnerability. "Don't get used to it, Potter."
Harry chuckled, his eyes still dark with desire. "Wouldn't dream of it."
Daphne revealed her glistening, pink pussy lips, spelled to be completely smooth and bare. Her innie lips were fat, her mound prominent.
"Look at that beautiful pussy," Harry breathed, his voice low with desire.
"Shut up, Potter," she snapped. "It's hard enough doing this without your caveman comments."
At his silence, she closed her eyes, slowly teasing her lips with her finger. She rubbed her clit gently, trying to lose herself in the sensation. Harry grabbed her discarded wet thong and wrapped it around his cock, beginning to pump as he stood over her, enjoying his personal show.
"Ooh," Daphne murmured, her eyes shut tight. She wanted to pretend he wasn't there, but Harry couldn't allow that.
"Yeah, finger your pretty cunt, slut," he grinned as he stroked himself with her thong.
Her eyes jerked open, hot with anger. "Do you mind?!"
"Yeah, I do," Harry laughed. "You're so hot when you're angry. Tease that clit, my sexy Slytherin slut."
He pumped harder, stepping in closer, between her open legs. Pre-cum splattered onto her thigh, and she flinched as if it burned her. Still, she kept teasing herself, her fingers moving with more determination.
"Yeah," he moaned. "You love being told what to do."
"Fuck," she whispered, slipping a finger inside herself and working it, her other hand playing roughly with her breasts over her blouse. Harry made a mental note - she clearly liked it rough. This time, she kept her eyes open, glued to his cock as he wanked over her.
"Another finger," he ordered, his voice thick with lust.
Daphne complied, slipping a second finger inside and pumping faster. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, her hips moving in time with her thrusts. Harry's eyes were locked onto her, watching every movement with hungry intensity.
"Good girl," he praised, his own pace quickening. "Just like that. Work that pretty cunt for me."
Daphne's cheeks flushed with a mix of shame and arousal. Despite her anger, her body responded to his commands, her pleasure building with each thrust of her fingers. Her other hand moved to her clit, rubbing it frantically as she chased her release.
Harry's gaze was unwavering, his hand a blur as he stroked himself. "You're so fucking hot, Daphne. I could watch you do this all day."
Her eyes flashed with defiance even as her moans grew louder. "Fuck you, Potter."
"Maybe later," he smirked. "For now, keep going. I want to see you cum."
Daphne's body tensed, her movements becoming more desperate. Her fingers worked her clit and pussy with increasing fervor, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Harry watched, his own climax building as he took in the sight of her, so vulnerable and yet so fierce.
"Cum for me, Daphne," he commanded, his voice low and urgent.
With a final, desperate cry, she came, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Her eyes fluttered closed, her fingers still working herself as the waves of pleasure crashed over her.
Harry followed her over the edge, his own climax tearing through him as he watched her. Panting, he looked at her with a mixture of satisfaction and newfound respect. "You're something else, Daphne."
She wiped her hand on the seat, glaring at him with a mix of defiance and vulnerability. "Don't get used to it, Potter."
Harry chuckled, his eyes still dark with desire. "Wouldn't dream of it."
Daphne complied without complaint, her hips beginning to rise along with her pace as she fingered herself hard. Beads of sweat ran from her hair, down her elegant long neck, and under her blouse. Harry took a moment to admire her body—toned and fit, slender but with sensuous curves. Her pale skin gave her an untouched, untainted innocence that he ached to despoil. Her sweaty locks plastered to her neck, her mouth open in an unspoken cry, her blouse broken open by her yearning hands, revealing reddened, mauled breasts. The slick sound of her femininity as she fucked herself filled the carriage, and best of all, those pure sea blue eyes locked onto his cock as he stood over her, so close his seed splattered over her pussy lips and her questing fingers.
"Oh, oh, oh," she sang in a rising cry as she came, and he came with her, aiming at her pussy, his seed spurting onto her as she rubbed away, her fingers coated in his essence. Again and again he came, onto her thighs, onto her skirt, until her entire crotch was painted white, and she sat in a pool of their mixed cum.
Her jaw was agape. "What the fuck?" she could only say, empty, drained, her hands full of his seed, her skirt stained and flooded with his white ropes.
Harry could only laugh, breathing heavily, as he wiped up the seat underneath her bountiful bottom with her skimpy thong, like trying to dry the ocean with a paper towel. Then, he tossed it onto her chest.
"Best clean up and get dressed before we get to Hogwarts, slut. Don't want the others knowing you're no better than a Knockturn Alley whore, do you?"
That comment enraged her once more, and she kicked him back. "Fuck off, Potter!"
Harry stumbled, catching himself with a grin. "Feisty. I like that." He watched as she hurriedly began to clean herself up, her movements sharp and angry.
Daphne's hands trembled with rage and humiliation as she wiped herself down, using her ruined thong to clean up the mess. She glared at Harry, her eyes burning with fury. "You're going to regret this, Potter."
"Maybe," he said with a smirk, adjusting his clothes. "But right now, I don't think so."
She finished cleaning herself and quickly redressed, trying to regain some semblance of dignity. Harry watched her, his gaze unwavering, clearly enjoying her discomfort.
As she buttoned up her blouse, she looked at him, her voice cold. "This isn't over."
Harry's smile widened. "I wouldn't expect anything less, Daphne. You always make things interesting."
She scoffed, turning her back on him as she adjusted her skirt. "Enjoy your victory while you can, Potter. It won't last."
"We'll see about that," he said, leaning back against the seat, his eyes never leaving her. "Just remember, you can fight me all you want, but you can't deny how much you enjoyed that."
Daphne's cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. She grabbed her bag, slinging it over her shoulder. "You're delusional."
"Maybe," Harry said with a chuckle. "But you're the one who came for me."
She stormed out of the carriage, slamming the door behind her. Harry watched her go, a satisfied smile on his lips. He had no doubt that this wouldn't be the last encounter of its kind, and he was already looking forward to the next time they clashed.
As he settled back into his seat, he couldn't help but think about the fire in her eyes, the way she had responded to his touch. Daphne Greengrass was a challenge, and Harry Potter loved a good challenge.
"Good work, sweetheart. That's earned you a week of protection for Astoria and your parents. Bonus too—next time you flick your bean, you can imagine all those liters of cum coating your face."
"Get out," Daphne snarled, grabbing her wand. Despite her fury, she looked vulnerable with her lower half coated in his cum, her legs trembling, her blouse parted to show her reddened tips, her ruined thong sitting on her navel, and her hair stuck to her face. But she was enticing, and he knew he would have her. When she was ready.
"Fine, I'm gone." Harry stood by the doorway, smirking. "Just remember, next time Voldemort knocks, you need to make sure I come around. You need to be better at handling my cock—maybe practice on a cucumber or something. You don't want me to be too busy fucking Abbott's big knockers, do you?"
With that, he turned to leave, barely dodging a flurry of spells launched at the door. Harry couldn't help but grin as he exited the carriage, adjusting his robes. It was going to be a great year. These witches were careful, and progress was slow in actually adding to his harem, but he knew he'd found some leverage he could use to part their thighs. With Hannah, it was her hero worship. With Susan, it was the power. With Daphne, it was her family. With all of them, it would take time. But he'd have them.
As Harry walked down the corridor of the train, he replayed the scene in his mind. Daphne's resistance only made the conquest more exhilarating. He wondered how long it would take before she was fully under his control. Each witch had their own unique weakness, and he was getting better at identifying and exploiting them.
His mind wandered to Hannah Abbott. Her hero worship was almost pathetic, but it made her easy to manipulate. She hung on his every word, eager to please him, always looking for his approval. Susan Bones was a different story—she craved power and the thrill of being with the famous Harry Potter. Her ambition made her a willing participant in his games, always seeking to elevate her status through him.
And then there was Daphne. Cold, calculating Daphne, who hid her fears behind a mask of indifference. Her family was her Achilles' heel. The fear of losing them made her compliant, though her pride kept her from fully submitting. He knew it would take more time with her, more pressure. But he was patient.
Harry smirked to himself, feeling the thrill of control. He enjoyed the chase, the challenge of breaking down their defenses. Each conquest was a victory, a testament to his growing power. The train ride to Hogwarts had provided him with valuable insights into Daphne's psyche, and he was already planning his next move.
As he reached his own compartment, he slid the door open and stepped inside. Hannah and Susan were already there, their eyes lighting up at his arrival. He could see the eagerness in Hannah's eyes, the subtle hunger in Susan's gaze. They were his, in different ways, but his all the same.
"Harry!" Hannah exclaimed, moving to his side. "We were wondering where you went."
"Just taking care of some business," he replied smoothly, casting a quick glance at Susan. She raised an eyebrow, sensing there was more to his story, but didn't press.
He settled into his seat, feeling a sense of satisfaction. The year ahead was full of promise, and he was ready to exploit every opportunity. With a smirk, he leaned back, already thinking of his next encounter with Daphne. She was a challenge, but one he was more than willing to face.
He'd have them all.
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