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The elegant and opulent wedding venue was buzzing with anticipation as guests began to arrive. The air was filled with the sweet scent of fresh flowers and the soft sounds of a string quartet playing classical music. The atmosphere was electric, and the excitement palpable.
Harry, dressed in his finest robes, made his way through the crowd, greeting various acquaintances and colleagues with a polite smile and a nod. As he approached the entrance to the main hall, he spotted Draco Malfoy standing by the door, looking rather smug and self-satisfied.
"Malfoy," Harry greeted, his voice neutral.
Draco turned to face him, a sneer on his lips. "Potter," he replied, his voice dripping with disdain. "I must say, I'm surprised to see you here. I didn't think you'd have the guts to show up."
Harry simply shrugged, a small smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Well, I couldn't miss the chance to witness the union of two pure-blood families, now could I?"
Draco scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Yes, well, I suppose even you can't resist the allure of a good spectacle."
Harry chuckled softly, knowing full well that the real spectacle was yet to come. "Indeed," he agreed, before excusing himself and making his way inside.
As he entered the main hall, his eyes scanned the room, searching for a certain blonde beauty. It didn't take long for him to spot her, standing in the bridal suite, surrounded by a flurry of women, all helping her get ready for the big day.
Daphne Greengrass was a vision of elegance and grace, her long blonde hair cascading down her back in soft waves, adorned with delicate white flowers. Her dress was a masterpiece of white silk and lace, hugging her curves in all the right places, accentuating her slender waist and ample bosom. The deep V-neckline showcased her cleavage beautifully, drawing the eye to her full, round breasts. The skirt of the dress flowed gracefully to the floor, pooling around her feet like a waterfall of pure, shimmering white.
But despite her stunning appearance, there was a clear look of stress and worry etched onto her beautiful features. Her blue eyes were filled with anxiety, her hands trembling slightly as she clutched a bouquet of white roses.
Harry made his way towards her, his heart pounding in his chest. As he approached, she looked up, her eyes meeting his. A look of relief washed over her face, and she rushed towards him, throwing her arms around his neck.
"Harry! I thought you would never show up!" She exclaimed, her voice filled with emotion. It was a stark contrast to the cold and calculated demeanour she had displayed around him in the past.
Harry wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. "I'm here now, Daphne," he murmured, his voice low and soothing.
Daphne pressed her lips against his, her tongue snaking out to explore his mouth. Harry responded in kind, his hands roaming over her body, feeling the soft curves of her dress, the warmth of her skin beneath.
From the corner of his eye, Harry could see the women who had been helping Daphne get ready, quietly slipping out of the room, leaving them alone. He had banked on that, of course, someone had to give Malfoy the bad news, after all.
When they finally pulled away, Daphne looked up at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I'm so scared, Harry," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I don't want to marry him."
Harry's heart clenched at the sight of her distress. He knew he had to do something, and fast. "Don't worry, Daphne. I have a plan," he reassured her, his voice firm and confident.
Daphne looked up at him, a flicker of hope in her eyes. "What is it?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Harry smirked, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Well, let's just say, your saviour has arrived," he said, before unzipping his trousers, letting his trousers fall to the floor and his massive cock spring free.
Daphne's eyes widened at the sight of his thick, hard length, a shiver running down her spine. "Oh, Harry," she breathed, her voice filled with desire. "At least I'll get to taste this magnificent cock one last time."
Harry chuckled softly, his fingers tracing the outline of her full, red lips. "Last time? I don't think so, Daphne. You'll be tasting this cock for a very long time," he assured her.
Daphne bit her lip, her eyes flickering between Harry's face and his throbbing cock. "But- But what about the plan?" She asked, her voice trembling with need.
Harry's smirk widened, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "This is the plan, Daphne," he promised. "Now, get down on your knees and suck my cock like the good little slut you are."
Daphne hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with a mix of excitement and apprehension. But the sight of Harry's thick, hard cock, glistening with pre-cum, was too much to resist. With a soft sigh, she sank to her knees, her wedding gown pooling around her on the floor, her hands reaching out to wrap around his thick shaft.
Harry groaned as he felt her soft, warm fingers envelop his length, her thumb brushing against the sensitive tip. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire, before leaning forward, taking the head of his cock into her mouth.
Daphne moaned softly, her eyes fluttering closed as she savoured the taste of him. Her tongue swirled around the head, lapping up the pre-cum that leaked from the tip. She sucked gently, her cheeks hollowing out as she drew him deeper into her mouth.
Harry watched, transfixed, as Daphne worked her magic on his cock. Her lips were stretched wide around his thick shaft, her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as she sucked him deeper and deeper into her mouth. The sight alone was enough to send waves of pleasure coursing through his veins, making his hips buck involuntarily.
"Fuck, Daphne," he groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair. "You're so fucking good at this."
Daphne hummed in response, the vibrations sending a jolt of electricity straight to his balls. She continued to bob her head up and down, her lips sliding along his length, her tongue swirling around the sensitive underside.
Harry could feel his orgasm building, his muscles tensing as he neared the edge. But he knew he couldn't let himself go just yet. He had a plan to execute, after all.
With a soft groan, he pulled Daphne off his cock, her lips releasing him with a soft pop. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with confusion and disappointment.
"But... but I wasn't done yet," she protested, her voice filled with need.
Harry chuckled softly, his fingers tracing the outline of her full, red lips. "Don't worry, Daphne. I'm not done with you yet either," he said.
He helped her to her feet, before hoisting her up onto a nearby table, her legs dangling over the edge. With a swift motion, he flipped up the skirt of her wedding gown, revealing the soft, white lace thong she wore beneath.
Daphne gasped, her eyes widening as she realised his intentions. But there was no fear or hesitation in her expression. Instead, she simply leaned back, her hands reaching up to grip the edges of the table, her eyes locked onto his.
"I can't believe we're doing this," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and apprehension. "Anyone could walk in at any moment."
Harry simply chuckled, his eyes shining with mischief. "That's exactly the point, Daphne," he said, before hooking his fingers under the waistband of her thong, pulling them down her legs and leaving them lying on the floor.
Harry's cock twitched at the sight, a growl rumbling in his chest. Her pussy was glistening with moisture, the delicate folds swollen and flushed with arousal. Without hesitation, he positioned himself between her thighs, his thick, hard cock poised at her entrance.
"Now, let's see if this pussy is as tight as I remember," he said, before sinking his cock deep inside her.
Daphne moaned loudly, her back arching as she felt him fill her up. "Oh, fuck, Harry," she gasped, her voice filled with pleasure. "I've missed this so much." She clung to his shoulders, her fingers digging into his flesh as he began to thrust, his hips slapping against her ass with every movement.
"Oh, Harry, yes!" She cried out, her voice filled with pleasure. "Fuck me, Harry! Fuck me on my wedding day! Fuck me like the dirty slut I am!"
Harry chuckled at her words, his hips continuing to thrust into her tight pussy. He loved her enthusiasm, but he found it sad that she still didn't seem to understand the full extent of his plan. He had no intention of leaving her at the altar, that was for sure.
Daphne's eyes fluttered closed as she felt Harry's cock sliding in and out of her, the sensation of his thick length filling her up was almost too much. She loved how he filled her up, the feeling was so intense, so overwhelming. Her entire body was alight with pleasure, every nerve ending on fire.
He reached up, grabbing hold of the top of her wedding gown, pulling it down. Her perfect tits spilled out, her pink nipples hard and begging for attention. Harry couldn't resist the urge to lean forward, capturing one of her nipples between his teeth, teasing it gently.
Daphne moaned loudly, her hips bucking as she felt Harry's teeth on her sensitive flesh, her fingers tangling in his hair as she held him close.
"Oh, fuck, Harry!" She gasped, her voice filled with pleasure. "I'm so close! I'm going to cum!"
Harry nodded, his hips continuing to thrust into her. He loved how she was so responsive to his touch, so eager for his attention. It was intoxicating, the way she responded to him, the way she begged for more.
Harry continued to thrust into Daphne, his cock pistoning in and out of her tight pussy. She was so close, so on the edge, and he loved it. He wanted to see her cum, wanted to watch her fall apart under his touch.
Daphne moaned loudly, her fingers digging into Harry's shoulders as she felt her orgasm building, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. She could feel it building, the pressure in her core growing stronger and stronger with every thrust of Harry's hips. She moaned and gasped as she felt the first waves of pleasure wash over her, her pussy clenching around Harry's cock as she came.
"Oh, fuck, Harry! Yes, yes, YES!" She screamed, her voice reaching a fever pitch as she came hard on Harry's cock. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming for you, Harry! I'm cumming on your cock!"
As Daphne's orgasm reached its crescendo, Harry couldn't help but be in awe of the sight before him. The beautiful woman, the stunning wedding gown, her fully, round tits bouncing with each thrust of his hips, the look on her face contorted in pure pleasure. It was a sight that he would never forget, a memory that would be seared into his mind for the rest of his life.
Daphne moaned and gasped, her pussy still clenching around his cock as she came down from her high. Harry continued to thrust into her, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, his cock still hard and eager.
But as much as he was enjoying the moment, as much as he was lost in the sensation of her tight pussy gripping his cock, the other half of his mind was focused on the plan. A plan which was going swimmingly, he might add. Daphne screaming the love for his cock at the top of her lungs was just what he needed to attract the attention of the wedding guests.
Sure enough, he could soon hear a commotion brewing outside, the muffled voices of people talking, the shuffling of feet as people hurried towards the bridal suite. It wouldn't be long now, he thought, before someone burst into the room, disrupting the intimate scene.
But until then, he intended to make the most of the moment. He reached up, cupping her tits in his hands, feeling the soft flesh of her breasts against his palms. He could feel her heart beating, the rapid thumping in time with his own. He could feel her breath hitching as he thrust into her, her body responding to each movement of his hips.
He leaned down, pressing his lips to hers, his tongue exploring her mouth, tasting the sweetness of her lips, the tang of her arousal.
"You look so beautiful when you cum, Daphne," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. "I could watch you cum all day."
Daphne moaned, her hips bucking as she felt Harry's cock sliding in and out of her, her orgasm still lingering in the aftershocks.
"I love your cock, Harry," she gasped, her voice filled with emotion. "And I love you."
Harry smiled at her words, his hips continuing to thrust into her. He loved her, he realised. He loved her more than he had ever loved anyone else, more than he had ever thought possible. And he knew, deep in his heart, that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.
Harry's thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of Daphne's pussy clenching around his cock, her walls fluttering as she neared another orgasm. The sensation sent him over the edge, his balls tightening as he neared his own release.
"I love you too, Daphne," he gasped, his voice filled with emotion. "I love you so fucking much."
With those words, he let go, his orgasm exploding from him, filling Daphne's pussy with his seed, his cock twitching as he filled her up.
Daphne moaned loudly, her fingers digging into Harry's shoulders as she felt him fill her up, her pussy clenching around his cock as she came again, her own orgasm triggered by the sensation of his seed filling her up.
As they came down from their high, Harry pulled out of Daphne, his cock still slick with their combined juices.
"Now, Daphne," he said, his voice firm and unyielding. "It's time for the real plan!"
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