domineering dragon

by Kideo11

neo

26. Chapte 15 HP

As one of the castle's most exceptional students, Daphne did not tend to lose her concentration in class.

She was above petty distractions and had mastered the art of tuning out whatever childish 'tomfoolery' (As the Professor would call it) the wizards in class were up to. She focused her entire concentration on the task at hand and received perfect marks.

But recently, the mettle of her mind was being annoyingly tested. As Professor McGonagall spoke at the front of the class, Daphne only focused on two things: her organized notes and the Professor's lecture.

Certainly not the giggling, gasping sluts in the row across from her.

Her thin, elegant brows gave the slightest twitch as her ears betrayed her, recognizing a soft, quiet, "H-harry"

She let the faintest breath escape from her nose and reorganized her thoughts on the Transfiguration lesson of the day. Daphne didn't need to glance over to see what she already knew. Harry Potter, the wizarding world's greatest 'hero', was acting like an animal. Presumably, with his hands buried down some slutty Witch's knickers.

Daphne didn't pay this any mind. For her, this had strangely become an everyday occurrence.

It hadn't been even a week since Daphne discovered Harry's vulgar proclivities. She'd caught the bastard lifting her skirt in Potions! And that was after he'd done some trick to unclasp her brassiere. She was more confused than angry and didn't understand what he was after. She brushed off his silly spell with nary even an eye-roll. She thought it must be some ridiculous, juvenile way to get her attention.

Daphne couldn't conceive why a wizard would ever want to get a look at her bum.

So she shrugged it off like the pathetic 'joke' it was and didn't even give him her attention. Then he took it further... and used some trick to create the feeling of a hand touching her... in a most inappropriate place. She'd been so shocked that she had her wand firing a hex between Potter's eyes before she even knew how to react properly.

He'd ducked out of the way and gave her a cheeky grin and a wink in response, shrugging off the spell like it was just part of the game he was playing with her.

Daphne was even more confused and couldn't think what he was trying to do here. To get a rouse out of her? To what end? Surely, this wasn't some horrid attempt at courtship, was it? She knew herself to be one of Hogwarts' most appealing prospects for a wizard Lord's future wife... But courtship was usually held off until after graduation, when a Witch's prospective value could be ascertained through her academic accomplishments and pursuits.

It wasn't until several days later that Daphne finally realised what it was. It wasn't courtship at all. It was something even more unbelievable.

Her first clue was the rest of that Potions lesson. Daphne watched indifferently as Harry began 'playing' with her partner, Tracey Davis. The brown-haired witch seemed delighted to have Harry's magic coiling around her. Molesting her chest and buttocks.

At the time, Daphne still didn't understand what the point of this was. But Tracey was giggling and failing to hide a grin like Daphne had never seen before. She nearly put a stop to it right then. Not because she was put off. But because Tracey's strange noises might disturb the class, and thus lose them House Points or marks on their Potion.

It wasn't until a bit later that Daphne came to a jarring realisation... This entire ordeal... it was about SEX!

Harry Potter had made this abundantly clear—in a way so obvious that even she could understand. She saw him sliding his hands down into Granger's knickers or shoving Lavender into a broom cupboard. Finally, she'd slipped off to the Ladies' room to powder her nose, and walked in on Susan Bones, of all witches, squealing like a pig with Harry holding her bent over a sink and slamming into her from behind.

She realised this was SEX.

It was everything her mother had warned her away from, but far more shocking than her mother had ever detailed.

Elizabeth Greengrass wanted to protect her daughter's 'pure' mind by keeping her as far from perverse ideas as possible. That meant that concepts of sex beyond a rudimentary understanding of the biological function didn't exist in her daughter's mind.

So Daphne walking in on the unabashed sight of two naked young adults indulging in hot, sweaty, hip-slapping sex had run a shock through her system.

What made matters worse, was Daphne's further realisation of Harry's intentions. He wasn't just a wizard with some strange, animalistic desire to rut. He was a wizard who wanted to have sex with HER.

She was perplexed.

While ordinarily drawing attention from an already famous heir to a respectable wizard family would be something she could take pride in as a Witch... She was far, far too young to be with child. She was only twenty! It wasn't something she would even consider until graduation and at least five years of experience in her future career.

Her thoughts were far from any other Witch that would be in her place. Instead of being aroused or excited by the prospect, Daphne was confused and wondered out to proceed. Her mother hadn't prepared her for such an aggressive method of courtship, if she could even call it that anymore.

'Why is he so fixated on sex anyway?' Daphne pondered on this question. In her mind, pleasure was never a factor.

Instead, she reached an opposite conclusion, 'It must be either his family or politics.' She reasoned, 'He's the last Potter. So perhaps the Bones Family secretly married their daughter to him, promising that she would give him an heir quickly...'

Her mind went in such circles, using any leaps of logic she could make to reason this all away. But for the life of her, she couldn't figure out why there were so many women involved!

In just a few days, Daphne had marked Granger, Brown, and Bones. Then she caught the only Weasley daughter clinging to him over the weekend, while both of the Patil sisters had dragged him away whilst wearing the same looks on their faces as she'd seen on Susan's during her... affair with Harry Potter in the Ladies' room.

Now anytime a woman gave Harry a fluttery glance or a meaningful smile, Daphne found her eyes narrowing with suspicion.

'This is so stupid..!' She pressed a finger to her temple, 'He can't be marrying half the castle..!' Logically, her mind insisted that something else was going on... but this wasn't something she could understand.

She released an uncharacteristically sudden huff, then straightened herself up and turned her shoulder. The class fell quiet quickly after McGonagall dismissed them.

She glanced around the room, 'Where is he..?' Wondering if she would catch him tugging up his trousers or quickly buttoning back up the blouse of the girl next to him on the bench.

Instead, her eyes wandered fruitlessly. She spied no hint of Potter and figured he slipped out of the class the moment McGonagall ended the lecture.

Daphne slid her books into her bag and rose out of her seat alongside the rest of the class.

"Ah. Miss Greengrass, a moment please." The Professor called out from the front of the class, making Daphne stop.

"Yes, Professor."

…

"Miss Greengrass… I know you're a particularly observant pupil. That's why I would like to ask you if you have noticed anything… particularly odd around the castle as of late?" McGonagall politely led into a direct question.

'Particularly odd?' Daphne thought drolly, 'You mean how Harry Potter is humping girls like a rabbit? You'd have to be blind and deaf to not notice such a thing...' Of course, she would never say such a disrespectful thing to a Professor.

Instead, she furrowed her brow and shook her head, "Odd? Not particularly, Professor. What could this be about?"

'It's none of my business.' Daphne said internally. She wasn't covering for Potter. She simply intended to stay out of this mess. That meant acting innocent for Professor McGonagall.

"Well, if you haven't, then that's fine." Minerva McGonagall pursed her lips as she nodded. She looked as if she hadn't expected a definitive answer from Daphne, "Just some rumors… Nothing to worry about. But I would like to remind you that if you're ever made to feel uncomfortable or pressured, you can come to me anytime. Or, your own Head of House if that's what you'd prefer…"

"Thank you, Professor," Daphne said politely.

She was quiet for a brief pause, one moment from turning on her heel and quietly leaving the classroom... Only to find herself opening her mouth again, "Is this… concerning the castle's guests?"

A part of Daphne's rational mind silently wondered what she was doing. Avoiding the problem was a matter of course for her. As a student, she was a fly on the wall to the castle drama. But this was more than just playing innocent. Was she trying to lead McGonagall astray? Why? For what purpose?

Minerva's gaze slightly narrowed. Then her yellow cat-like eyes glanced to the classroom's tall castle windows as she mused, "Perhaps… The timing would be close…" She began to mutter to herself, "But I have a feeling that's not right…"

Silently, Daphne wondered if McGonagall was genuinely oblivious to something so obvious. If so, Daphne had to give Potter a begrudging respect, wondering how he managed to keep the Professors and the male students ignorant of his reckless proclivities.

...

As Daphne left the classroom she found her gait slowing as the other students walked ahead of her in the halls.

She glanced around but saw no sign of Harry Potter nor his usual group of trollops. Her eyes narrowed as she did spy on someone in particular.

Daphne straightened her back and walked over to a group of rather loudly giggling girls. She glanced around, just making sure no wizards were paying enough attention to associate her with them as she approached.

There were a few Gryffindors gathered around Hermione, which was odd. Hermione had never been the center of attention, at least not outside of class. They seemed particularly enthralled, hanging on her every word.

Daphne found her own curiosity piqued. She walked over to them, taking no care to mask her approach.

One of the girls saw her, and gave the faintest hint of surprise. She quickly nudged Hermione on the shoulder. The muggle-born girl turned her head and bloomed a smile as if she was truly happy to see Daphne and had been expecting her the entire time.

"Good afternoon, Daphne~"

'Not bad.' Daphne respected Hermione's performance more than the other Gryffindors, who had failed to hide their surprise upon seeing her, 'But... not good enough...' Daphne's keen eyes caught Hermione 'innocently' tucking something away into her bag. Something that had all the girls enthralled.

"To you as well, Granger." She gave subtle nods to the other girls, Dunbar and Vane, but didn't recognise the other two.

Hermione smiled happily, as if the greeting had brightened up her day, and Daphne had to resist groaning.

"So." She spoke rather tersely, "I just thought I'd mention that McGonagall held me back after class, rather concerned about certain... unusual behaviour around the castle... I don't suppose she's asked you the same?"

Hermione smiled without worry, "Oh, heavens no! The Professor knows her sweet lion cubs wouldn't get up to any mischief, right girls?"

"Perish the thought."

"Not us. We're much too busy studying."

After the last few days, those innocent, sweet-looking smiles appeared a bit annoying to Daphne, "I see. It seems our esteemed Professor has her work cut out for her then." Daphne paused briefly and then looked down to Hermione's bag.

Her curiosity got the better of her, "Something interesting about today's notes, Granger?"

Before she even spoke, Daphne felt as if she'd miss-stepped.

There was nothing particularly odd about Hermione's smile... but something in her eyes made Daphne tense. Her bright, sparkling grin... felt like a snare. It said 'Oh, I'm so glad you asked'

"Oh very much about today's class was interesting, wouldn't you agree?" Hermione happily chirped as she dug in her bottomless bookbag to fetch appropriate papers.

At the same time, Dunbar scooted closer to Daphne, brushing the woman's shoulder as the girls closed the circle to prevent onlookers. Then, the 'Notes' of the class were presented to Daphne's eyes.

Daphne silently stared.

"Oh?" Hermione's grin deepened as she spoke. "You don't seem very surprised, Greengrass. You must take very good notes indeed!"

Not a speck of emotion showed on Daphne's face, not even a raised brow... as her green, emotionless eyes looked down on a set of raunchy, magically moving pictures.

The young 'Ladies' gathered around her were all holding out shameless, magically captured photographs of naked curvy Witches engaged in wild, obscene sex. All sorts of different sex acts and positions were laid out before her eyes.

But all the images shared one thing in common.

A tall, well-built young man standing completely naked, with shaggy black hair, and vibrant green eyes. Harry Potter.

The first one showed nothing but a naked woman's torso and hips. The focus of the image was on an impressively large pair of breasts bouncing wildly from intense rocking motions. At the bottom, Daphne saw a Witch's naked cunt getting split open by a thick, veiny thing that she could only assume was a penis. Their colliding sexes were splashing with juices every time Harry slammed his hips forward.

"Hmph." Was all Daphne said as she was presented with this sight. Then her cold green eyes floated over to the next image.

Inwardly, this one was confusing to Daphne, 'Is that… semen? Why is it on her face? And why does she look so happy about it?' She wondered if it was a matter of satisfying womanly pride..?

The woman looked utterly pleased about it, but Daphne could hardly tell. Harry's massive cock was draped over the woman's face, covering her eyes. His huge length was still erect and twitching, showing Daphne in vivid detail its incredible size and thickness. The woman beneath that obscene thing was completely unrecognizable. Her cheeks were caked white in viscous cream. What she could only assume was semen from what she'd seen of the stuff leaking out of the girls Harry had been fucking with in front of her.

Because of that, Daphne couldn't even begin to guess which one of the sluts this picture was featuring. Hell, it could've been Tracey for all she knew! Though the hair was obviously too dark for that.

Daphne glanced at a few more similar images of shameless debauchery and wild sex. Each one of them showed off a completely different idea of 'Sex' than what she had been raised on.

Her soft pink lips curled up, 'It's so… vulgar. I think I understand what Mother was saying now.' Daphne found truth in her mother's words and turned her nose up in disgust. She could never imagine partaking in such a filthy act herself. She was glad that such things wouldn't be concerning her for many years to come.

The last image caught her eye. For the first time, her face showed a visible reaction. Her mouth slightly fell open. Her eyes softly widened.

The image was a full-body shot, seemingly taken from between the woman's spread-open legs. Daphne saw every excruciating detail. The sweaty glisten of the woman's flushed skin, the way her heaving breasts rose and fell with harsh breaths… and the way her plush thighs opened up to lewdly display the reddened folds of her well-fucked cunt, leaking thick, rich globs of hot wizard seed. The final result of many long hours of non-stop sex.

But it wasn't just the proof of their completion that had her jarred. It was the black ink drawn over the woman's raw sex. Thick, black letters easily readable even in such a small photo, 'Knocked up'

…And Daphne's great reaction to this utterly obscene display of raw, unprotected baby-making sex?

'How irresponsible.' She turned her nose up and scoffed.

'I thought wizards were supposed to have more class.' Her opinion of Harry Potter fell in her mind, 'It's one thing to feel pressured to make an heir for your family… but what will you do when she's pregnant? She'll have to withdraw from Hogwarts once people realise..!' Daphne imagined the sorry young woman that would be labeled a slag for getting pregnant out of wedlock whilst still studying as a Hogwarts student.

Hermione was still smiling so innocently while holding an enchanted picture of a slut squealing in ecstasy, "Care to share your thoughts, Daphne? Us girls would love to know."

"..." Daphne scoffed at the matching, thinly veiled grins of the girls in the circle. She looked discretely over her shoulder and slid her wand down her sleeve.

"Oh, don't worry~" Hermione continued, "We've already got it covered." Then her smile seemed to show its true colours, wider and almost snide, "Wouldn't want a wizard to peek over our shoulders and label us all as shameless bints, now would we?"

The other girls all giggled, rolling their eyes and adding in their own bites against 'limp-dicked' wizards.

Daphne sighed, "How crass. At least you've got some level of sense. If you'd really been flashing those... images... about in the middle of the corridor so carelessly... I might've actually gone back to McGonagall."

"Oh relax~" Hermione said playfully, bumping Daphne's elbow, "Don't get your knickers in a twist, Daphne. It's just a little fun."

Daphne seemed to sneer at the phrase and was about to leave when Hermione flashed a new set of images.

"I'm surprised... you've either got the best poker face I've ever seen... or these images truly weren't surprising to you." Hermione said meaningfully, looking at her.

"Ugh." Daphne softly scoffed, looking down at an entirely new set of naked Witches getting fucked in a variety of positions.

These were not the first images of sex Harry had flashed in front of her pure eyes. Whether it was an actual photo or walking in on him during the act itself.

At this point, Daphne was merely looking them over and thinking to herself, 'Hm. Angelina Johnson, too. Shame. I thought she had class.'

Daphne was unbothered and felt no hurry to leave, even though if anyone were to catch her around these images, she'd be mortified. Her life would be over. All the work and dedication she'd put into presenting herself as the ideal, pure-bred Lady would vanish in a heartbeat.

Furthermore, Daphne had no interest in sex. Not in the same way that Tracey or the other 'sluts' in Slytherin seemed to have. To say nothing of the girls beside her.

But... Daphne had a different type of curiosity, which compelled her to stay. It was more similar to an academic curiosity. This was a subject that her mother seemed to gloss over entirely. Here, it was presented to her in gritty, close-up detail.

Daphne's eyes studied the pictures, not out of arousal or excitement, but merely to set expectations for herself in the future. Assuming she would be a lady of a reputable house, she would be expected to bear an heir. This was the clearest example of how the act was done.

There was one thing that Daphne was particularly taken aback by.

'It seems more… violent than I was expecting.' Daphne noted, 'Mother described the act as a woman's 'duty'. Something like a chore. She made it sound dreadfully boring.' While the motions she observed didn't look particularly entertaining, Daphne learned they were more... energetic than she had been expecting.

And another thing…

'His… penis…' Daphne focused on the image, 'It's significantly larger than the expectations mother set for me...' She silently rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue, 'What? Did she think I'd be scared off or something? How ridiculous!' Daphne huffed to herself.

'Well…' She looked at the sheer size of the 'penis' in the picture, 'It doesn't seem like something that could fit inside my body… but these women don't seem to have a problem... I wonder if there's a spell for that…'

They lived in a world where entire wizarding schools could fit inside of a boot. Taking something like that inside her body would be a trivial task in comparison.

"So..?" One of the girls, who Daphne did not know the name of, nudged her, "Come on then..! Tell us... Which one's your favourite?"

Daphne scoffed again.

The Ladies, other than Hermione, pouted their lips in disappointment. Hermione herself looked slightly terse, too.

But to their surprise, Daphne had intended to answer, "The fifth."

"..!" Hermione's eyes brightened up. The girls quickly flipped through the stack and pulled out the fifth.

"What? Really?"

"Wow... I really didn't expect that from you..."

Daphne furrowed her brows. They looked at her as if she was the odd one, "What?"

"Eh, no... it's great..! It's just a little extreme, you know..?"

Daphne stared at the picture. It was the picture of a black-haired Witch with her legs spread wide, showing off the thick, messy creampie leaking from her reddened snatch. The woman had Harry's messy cock draped over her face to mask it and a trashy tattoo that read 'Knocked up' over her navel. Daphne didn't look at any of that. She just focused on the woman's genitals—the proof of her potential conception.

Daphne huffed, still confused by their reaction, "Why? All the rest are pointless. That one at least had purpose."

The group of women turned her statement over in their heads, taking a second to see her point.

Daphne mused about the pictures for a moment longer and then turned her shoulder to the group.

Curiosity satisfied, she left the group without any sense of lingering shame. She didn't particularly care what kind of impression she'd left in the minds of those girls.

After all, they'd been the ones gossiping and giggling about sex right there in the open hall.

Daphne then went about the rest of her day as usual. All thoughts of the wanton sex in Harry's photographs were already out of her mind.

…

Never once did Daphne recognise the oddly familiar body of the singular woman featured in all of the first set of sex-focused images. The girl who was the new star of the castle, whom Hermione had been so eager to introduce to the rest of the Witches with smutty images of her vigorous deflowering.

With her face always covered by Harry's massive cock or painted with his cum, even her familiar dark, silken hair hadn't made Daphne spare a second thought.

Because the last thing Daphne would ever believe is that her own precious, innocent little sister, Astoria Greengrass, was indulging in reckless, bare-back breeding sex with Harry Potter behind her back.

Slytherin Dorms

Daphne sighed to herself as she quietly slipped into the welcome silence of her dorm room. She closed the door behind herself, grateful that, for once, Tracey was out.

'If I came into her masturbating AGAIN, I'd hex her shrieking lips shut.' She thought as she welcomed the quiet comfort of her room. She took a moment to slide her fingers through her hair and took a step into the room. Her mind was already scheduling the rest of her evening.

A moment of rest, then some light studying before a hot soak in the tub to clear her mind.

But as she was thinking about those things... she felt a strange tingle through her body as she stepped toward her bed. It was like walking directly through the thinnest curtain in the world—a tingle throughout her body.

She'd stepped across a threshold of a magic spell. One that was blocking her senses from what was truly going on in her 'empty' room.

"..!" In an instant, Daphne's stoic visage shattered like broken glass. Her mouth fell open limply as undisguised surprise overtook her usually emotionless expression.

Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~!

"Yeeees~! FUCK ME, Harry~! Rail my slutty little cunt with your big, juicy COCK~! Fuuuuck~! My pussy is SO wet right now~! Make me squirt all over Daphne's sheeeeeetssss~!"

Shrieking cries echoed with the sound of hot, colliding flesh. The sheer volume coming from the woman's coarse throat was a testament to the spell craft that contained such noise. Daphne's 'pure' ears were barraged by a string of slutty, whorish words, and the squeals and moans of an utter 'harlot'.

She was so stunned that she stayed there frozen, drinking in a sight far more obscene than she'd ever seen before.

She saw the cut, chiseled figure of Harry Potter kneeling on her bed! His remarkably well-sculpted abs and strong arms flexed to hold the squealing whore in his grasp, his taut physique lightly glistening with sweat. It was a sight that any witch in the castle would likely cream herself to... Yet Daphne didn't even glance at him. Instead, her eyes were locked on something far more dire.

A pair of ripe, plush titties bounced and jumped on a pretty young woman's chest. The soft, doughy mounds of mouth-watering flesh rolled in circular motions, softly smacking together as they came down on her chest. She was kneeling in front of him, taking the slick, slathered length of his beefy cock from behind in brutal fashion. The Witch's plush, springy asscheeks rippled like the ocean from how hard he was hammering her pussy. Her thin, slender arms were jerked behind her, locked in Harry's decisive grasp. He used them like reigns, pulling her body back to slam his cock even deeper into her willing, eager core.

Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~!

"AH~! AH~! AH~! AH~! Oh fuuuck~! I-It's too much..! MORGANA'S TITS~!" The Witch squealed with more raw emotion.

Daphne's eyes, usually so calm and in control, became panicked. Their rich, green light was focused in pure astonishment at the scene before her. Not at the sight of the couple's frenzied sexes colliding, nor the Witch's marvelous tits dancing energetically on her chest. Her eyes were focused on the woman's face.

The woman's dark, silky black hair, usually so neat and orderly, was a disheveled mess, sweaty and sticking to her skin. Her eyes, sharing the same green light as her own, were rolled back in their sockets in sexual bliss. Her tender pink lips, from which Daphne had never heard even the most modest curse, were stretched open wide and unleashing a torrent of the most vulgar language she'd ever heard.

'No..!' Was the only coherent thought that rang in Daphne's mind. She couldn't believe her own eyes. Her heart leapt in her chest, full of shock, fear, and despair, 'Not her..!'

It was the one person Daphne had never even considered it could be—her own blindspot.

Her mind tormented her with flashes of all the slutty images Hermione had so happily shown her. With vivid clarity, she recalled the little details she hadn't paid the slightest attention to at the time. The Slytherin tie that dangled around the girl's neck. The familiar, rich black hair. The strange resemblance on the face that was covered by Harry's messy cock.

She'd dismissed it all. The face was familiar? Of course, it was! She knew the face of every woman in Slytherin!

But in reality... the truth was much closer to home.

"Yeees~! Fuck my slutty cunt, Harry~! Give me another hot creampie! Please, my pussy is BEGGING for it! Pump my thirsty womb full of your rich, WITCH BREEDING CUM~!" The voice of the woman she knew oh-so-well cried out with a euphoric tune that was so unlike her, as she drove the final nail in with one vocal cry, "Knock me UP~! Breed me right here on my bitchy sister's bed~! I want her to see the creampie leaking down my legs and KNOW how good you FUCKED MEEEE~!"

Daphne was utterly speechless. Her brain stopped all function, hearing such words from her own little sister's lips! Sweet, innocent Astoria Greengrass... Was getting fucked like a bitch-in-heat by Harry Potter.

As Daphne's crumbling mind tried to make sense of it all, she spiraled down in a scattering of thoughts, 'Astoria..? It can't be..! Having sex..! With Harry Potter! Her virginity! She'll never be a bride now! Wait..! Breeding? As in... pregnancy? No..! NO!'

As the 'Black Sheep' of the Greengrass family threw her head back in a lewd squeal, Daphne's fingers twitched.

Then Daphne's mind finally sparked back to life.

Even she wasn't quite sure what she would do in such a situation. Her mind jumped to two quick responses. The first came in a mental question, 'I wonder how much trouble would I be in for hexing the boy-who-lived's bollocks off..?'

Her mouth opened before her wand moved.

"ASTORIA!"

"H-hah?!" Astoria's slender, naked back straightened up as her messy black hair whipped around.

The obscene sounds of copulation came to a sudden halt, leaving the room quiet.

Harry stared into the wide-eyed look of absolute shock on Daphne's face.

It was the most expressive he'd ever seen her before! He smirked victoriously.

"What in Merlin's name do you think you're doing!?" Daphne said in a sharp gasp, staring only at her sister.

'Hm?' Harry raised a brow. With his turgid cock sheathed in the pleasantly snug grip of her sister's fantastic cunt, he'd been ready to duck spells and protect his bollocks after settling on this 'plan'. But rather than hexing his partners in crime, Daphne only turned her gaze on her sister.

"W-what..?" Astoria blinked at her, huffing strewn wisps of hair out of her flushed red face while she tried to make sense of her sudden appearance, "D-daphne?"

Harry watched as Daphne seemed to sour, scowling her pretty, soft-looking pink lips in such a scowl. She crossed her arms beneath the great shelf of her breasts and huffed loudly at her sister.

Then she spoke tensely, "Yes, Daphne. Your sister! The same sister whose bed you happen to be soiling with Harry Potter!"

With her sister berating her, Astoria took several moments to get control of her haggard breathing. She lifted one arm off the bed to brush the hair from her face. Then she sent her sister an irritated glance, "What am I doing..? What does it look like? I'm getting good dick!"

"Hah!" Daphne sharply inhaled, clearly not expecting such a crude response from her sister, "Excuse me?"

"Heh, you're excused..!" Astoria snipped at her sister, "So shut up and let me.. nngh..! Enjoy this..!" She rocked her big, round ass back against his firm pelvis, flashing eyes over her shoulder that made him question why he stopped moving in the first place.

"Stop that this instant, Astoria!" Daphne stomped her foot on the floor, looking pissed as much as a famously 'expressionless' Lady could look, "This is beyond your usual childish tantrums! This is SEX! Do you possibly understand the consequences of your actions here?"

"..." Harry watched with a curious gleam in his eye as Daphne focused single-mindedly on her sister. She hadn't even recognized his presence here, other than being the other end of the dick buried in her sister's 'purity'.

Despite going into this with an idea of what made Daphne Greengrass so special... This was a reaction beyond his wildest expectations.

She was blaming her sister for sex rather than him?

'Ah... no, that does kind of make sense in some twisted kind of way...' Harry reasoned after a moment. Considering how low the sex drive of usual wizards were... Would any other wizard ever suggest wild sex in the bed of the sister of the Witch he was fucking? No. That meant it had to be Astoria's idea, and she'd somehow dragged him into it.

This was precisely why Harry had been so confounded by Daphne Greengrass. He didn't know how to approach her. How to crack her shell. It was apparent his usual blitzkrieg approach wasn't going to work. She'd likely just hex his nads off for the attempt. He'd been nearly burned by that lesson once already.

But... there wasn't some clever scheme that would make Daphne leap willingly into his bed either... So he gathered information, buggered her sister, the usual. Now, he had a brilliant plan.

Just fuck Astoria silly in Daphne's bed and..!

'After that… Well, I'm sure it will work out!' Harry had thought with a chuckle at the time. Ginny beamed him a big grin that said, 'With your dick? Of course, it will!' While Hermione gave him an eyeroll that told him she expected as much.

..Of course, he did actually learn some interesting things about Daphne Greengrass... particularly about the strange traditions of the Greengrass family. He planned to use that against her... to poke holes until she burst...

But this was a wholly unexpected development.

Harry stayed silent for a moment and let the sisters butt heads.

Part of him flared with the urge to grab Astoria's dark tresses and force her head down into the pillow. Then fuck her hard and heavy, looking Daphne in the eye as he conquered her sister's sweet cunt with a silent promise to do the same to her… But if it were that simple, he would've been buggering Daphne's tight little arse for days now.

And… more importantly… Harry had a bigger goal in mind. He wanted to see these two sisters get along. Family was so important to Harry. A man who'd grown up without one, only to find it in the form of an empty manor, a great library of knowledge, and a growing crowd of pregnant Witches.

He saw families like Molly and Ginny... Like the Delacours, or the Patils. Compared to them, seeing these two sisters so hostile to each other was tragic to Harry.

So, for now, he let the two sisters butt heads while he worked out the circumstances of their relationship together... No matter how frustrating it was to let his rising climax simmer with his girthy, eager cock still teased by Astoria's clenched cunt walls. He satisfied himself by grabbing hips and pulling her fat ass back against his hips, softly teasing his cock with a minor movement to his hips.

Then he waited and learned what he could about Daphne Greengrass, now that he had dragged her into an open confrontation.

"Y-you're having sex!" Daphne gasped like it was the most outlandish thing, "Have you lost your senses?! How are you supposed to get married now?! And what would Mother say?! I never would have imagined you would be doing something so irresponsible, Astoria! Have you completely lost your modesty?"

Astoria furrowed her eyebrows, clearly growing more irritated by the minute. Then she bit back, "Oh, shut it! I'd LOVE to hear what Mother has to say about Harry's FAT COCK splitting my horny little cunt open! Her face would be priceless! And as for you- I'm done letting you breathe down my neck! If I want to have sex or masturbate, then I will! I'll frig myself silly and ride Harry's giant cock with a smile on my face! Regardless of what you have to say about it!"

Daphne took a step back as if she'd just been slapped. She was wearing an expression like she didn't even recognize her 'sweet little sister'. The same sister that had grown into a beautiful, well-developed woman and blossomed into what she was always meant to be— A Witch that embraced her sexual desire.

"Now then..!" Astoria's sweet pink lips curled into an impish smile as she threw a hot glance over her shoulder. She reached around behind her to hold Harry's neck and whisper, just loud enough for Daphne to hear, "You're not done with me, are you stud? Because I'm still craving another hot, thick creampie"

'If that's how you want to play it...' Harry shared a meaningful smile with her. Even if Daphne was standing right there, his raging erection was still buried balls-deep in her unbelievably hot sister. She could wait until he'd emptied his balls before they worked out this little problem, right?

"Wha-?! Hey!"

Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~!

The loud sound of their smacking hips filled the room once again while Daphne stood there in shocked silence. For a woman who was raised to be as modest as could be, the idea that the two of them would ignore the fact that she was watching, and keep on fucking right there in front of her, had her stunned.

Harry held onto the surprisingly thin slope of Astoria's waist right before the beautifully broad curve of her wider hips began. He stared down at the fat but firm asscheeks of Daphne's big-booty sister as he pounded her tight little pussy raw.

Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~!

Astoria cried out with delight, fluttering her dark lashes and showing him a lewd smile as she bumped and bounced her juicy butt against his hammering hips.

"S-stop that!" Daphne's voice faltered, failing to reach the same volume as Astoria's loud cries. Then, her weak protests were drowned out altogether by the sounds of hardcore sex as Harry wasted no time tenderizing Astoria's eager, juicy pussy.

"Oh GOD~! Your HUGE dick feels SO good, Harry~!" Astoria yelled with emphasis, driving in the point to her sister every time their hips collided.

Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~!

Harry grinned and leaned over to take her lips in a passionate, searing hot kiss. Then he flipped her over, making her squeal with excitement. He grabbed the soft flesh of one of her plump thighs and lifted it to sling her knee over his shoulder. With one leg in the air, Astoria cried out loudly, her head falling back onto the bedsheets as his prodigious length prodded a new depth in her sensitive cunt.

This way, Daphne could see all the intimate details of her sister's lovely red pussy in all its glistening glory. The way her plump mons were getting stretched so widely by his beefy cock.

"Oh fuck, yeeees~!" Astoria cried out with utter excitement as he hammered his cock deeper in this position. Every piercing thrust bumped his flaring tip against the entrance of her womb, making her grab the sheets as she let her voice out.

Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~!

"This tight cunt..!" Harry roared and pushed her head down into the mattress, fully leaning over her petite, fat-assed figure. He drove his cock harshly against her quaking booty meat and grunted, "Gonna make me cum..!"

"Yees~! Finally~! Pump me full of your amazing cum, Harry~! I can feel it filling up my belly..! Knock me up right in front of my sister~!"

With Astoria begging to be bred, Harry gladly obliged. He roughly bent forward, fingers digging into her hips while he primed his cocktip at the gates of her womb and flooded her tunnel with thick, fertile seed right there in front of her sister.

"Oh fuck..!" Harry cursed under his breath, feeling her cunt desperately milk his cock with its spasming grip. He bucked his hips deeply against her, enjoying every moment of her scorching heat wrapped around his prick.

There was something extra hot about pumping this sexy, fat-assed Witch full of his cum, in front of her own sister, on her sister's bed while she was begging for it. It ramped up his deep-seated instincts to plant his seed in her fertile soil and make Astoria's belly swell up just as Hermione and Ginny before her. And after that… Her sister would be next!

"…"

While the two of them were rolling their hips together, moaning and groaning through a blissful climax, a pair of pale green eyes stared at them unblinkingly.

Daphne Greengrass had long fallen silent. Her furrowed brow silently relaxed. She closed her eyes and let out a tight breath, then opened them again and raised them to meet Harry's.

"You." Daphne spoke, strangely calm, "Potter."

She finally addressed him.

"Hm?" He shifted a look at her with a slightly lazy hum, still enjoying the afterglow of such a powerful climax, "Hey, Daph. Fancy seeing you here."

His cheeky remark didn't even earn a twitch from her brow. She stared at him, cold and unblinking. It was more the look he was familiar with, rather than the slight glimpse of fluster he'd seen from her a moment ago.

Rather than playing into his teasing, she jumped straight to the point, "I want you to stay away from my sister."

"Pardon?" He was baffled.

"WHAT?!" Astoria shrieked, legs still open with his cock nestled deep in her cunny, "Daphne, what the hell?!"

Daphne didn't even look at her and kept her eyes locked on his, "It's a matter of decency. Clearly, she's been perverted by those sluts in her dorm. Think about how this would ruin her image. Regardless, it doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is keeping her away from that." Her gaze flicked down as she nodded toward their joined sexes.

"Excuse me?!" Astoria cried out in outrage, but her voice went unheard.

Daphne continued, raising a finger to her chin, "Tsk. If we hide the fact that she's no longer pure, she could still get married, but no respectable wizard would want a wife who acts like that. We'll have to redo all of her posture and manner lessons, as well as-"

"Daphne!" Astoria suddenly shouted at her sister and climbed away from him. She let out a whimpering moan of unhappiness as his cock popped free, then climbed up on her knees with his fresh cum dripping down her plush thighs.

As Astoria slipped off the bed on wobbly legs, Daphne had no choice but to look her sister in the eye.

"What do you think you're doing?" Astoria bristled at her sister, "You're NOT separating me from Harry! Do you have ANY idea what it's like?! I was suffering for SO long because you kept trying to get me to reject my urges. But guess what? Harry opened my eyes to sex, and I LOVE IT!"

"…" Daphne stared at her sister with a look of distaste for her vulgar language, "We'll talk about this later, Astoria."

Astoria's face flashed dangerously, "How much longer will you treat me like a child?!"

"So long as you keep acting like one," Daphne replied smoothly.

"Arrgh.!" Astoria was about to boil over, so Harry chose this time to intervene.

He intended to let these two sisters hash it out if they could, but now Astoria looked ready to strangle her sister. This hadn't really gone the way he intended. Not fully. They needed to get back on track. Quickly, before these two sisters brought out the claws.

"Alright, let's talk." He interjected. For a moment, neither one of them gave him even a glance.

Harry grew a tight smirk.

Smack~!

Both sisters jolted on the spot. One, from the loud, seemingly sourceless sound, and the other, from the firm palm coming down on her pale, exposed tush.

"Aiiiee~!" Astoria let out a girlish squeal as she was spanked hard on her pale moon.

Both sisters broke their dead-locked gaze to look at him.

Harry stepped forward and simmered Astoria down with a simple arm wrapped around her bare shoulder. Her face melted from irritation to a look of delight in a flash. She smirked at her sister as she squeezed her soft, naked curves into his side and reached a hand down to wrap her nimble fingers around the broad root of his stalky cock.

Daphne's face soured.

"Look." Harry began in a firm voice, "You seem to think this was Astoria's scheme. It wasn't. In fact, she wanted to keep you out of it. I'm the one who dragged her up to your bedroom and convinced her to soil your sheets with sex."

Daphne's scowl deepened with every word. His crass language seemed to bother her as much as the sight of his and her sister's naked body.

"So you want me to stop fucking your sister, huh? Probably is; I really, really enjoy it." Harry said, drawing a scowl from Daphne, "She's really turned into a naughty minx these past few days…" He said, sharing a naughty grin with Astoria as he squeezed her pale, juicy rump, "She's hot as hell. She's got such a fat, smackable BUM! And she has really taken to sex."

Harry looked Daphne dead in the eye, still holding her sister's big booty, "Frankly, Astoria is her own woman. I don't know what your family situation has been like, but she's free to fuck all she wants…" Then he grinned, "And I don't particularly have any reason to stop…"

Daphne clenched her teeth, "Potter..!"

Harry appeared utterly unbothered by her tone, "Let's put a pin in that for now... What I'm curious about is.… What about you?"

"What?" Daphne snipped, looking more irritable by the second.

"Astoria has told me how your family's been keeping her nice and 'modest'. In other words, scared of sex. That was probably why it was so easy to get her to embrace her inner slut, once that shell was cracked. But what about you?" Harry asked, eyeing the shape of Daphne's curves.

"You're a Witch too." He said with a lingering question, "But unlike all the other girls who happily let me do whatever I wanted to their frustrated bodies… You turned me away. Even after catching me and your sister in the throes of passionate sex… You didn't even blush."

"…" Daphne's scowl fell away, but her eyes narrowed as she looked at him.

He felt like he had her now. At least, he was onto something she didn't want to discuss.

"I toyed with the thought that you might actually be asexual… But that doesn't make sense at all… Since you're a Witch." Harry reasoned, "Instead, I figure it's far more likely that you-"

"What's the point, Potter? Is this why you barged into my dorm room and had… intercourse with my sister on my bed? To try and get a rise out of me?"

"Pretty much." Harry chuckled, "I guess it worked. Just not in the way I wanted. But it served its purpose. I think I've got you figured out now."

Daphne scoffed and shook her head, "How ridiculous. You could've just asked me..!"

"Oh?" This seemed to amuse him, "Approach such a fair and modest 'Lady' and politely inquire about her sexual desires? How crass of you to suggest, Daphne."

Daphne's green eyes were poisonous. She seemed to be getting pushed a little too hard, so Harry eased off.

He shook his head, "You still don't get it. Why go through the trouble of sneaking into Slytherin and fucking on your bed? The answer is far more simple than you're thinking. I did it because it was fun."

"..huh?" Daphne raised her eyebrows at his ridiculous excuse.

Harry looked to the side and brought a finger under Astoria's chin, "Isn't that right, babe? Answer this for your sister… Why do we have sex? Why do we spend so much time curled up in sweaty passion together again and again until we're utterly exhausted?"

Astoria softly moaned, leaning her face in close to his as she breathed, "Because it feels good…"

Harry grinned, "That's right~ It feels great… But you really don't understand that Daphne… You… or your mother, it seems."

At the mention of her mother, Daphne seemed to collect herself, "Of course I don't! What kind of pleasure could possibly drawn from intercourse? The only point of it is to create a child-! Which, in case you were unaware, I have no interest in at this point in my life! Nor should you, Astoria!" Daphne snapped, pinning her sister with a reproachful stare.

But she didn't wither under that gaze. Instead, she surprised Daphne with a small, meaningful smile and brought a hand to her belly, "Oh, Daphne… Harry was right… and Ginny was too."

"What?" Daphne looked at her, finding something strange in her tone.

Astoria gave her a pitying smile, "That is rather sad. The fact that you said such a thing… when it's obvious to me that every other Witch in the world would completely disagree."

Daphne's face tightened, "We're not like them, Astoria."

'And there it is…' Harry thought victoriously.

"You're not." Astoria shook her head, "And mother as well… But I'm the same as everyone else… and there's nothing wrong with that!"

While the two sisters were staring each other down, Harry took another look at Daphne. She didn't seem phased at all by Astoria's little 'rebellion' of their family circumstances. If anything, she seemed to be already thinking of a solution.

'A solution.' Harry thought, 'Like it's a problem that needs to be fixed.'

"You seem pretty confident that you're different, Daphne…" Harry broke the staring contest and turned Daphne's attention back onto himself.

"Of course." She said pridefully, "I'm a pure-hearted woman, through and through."

"Mm…" He hummed doubtfully, "So you don't ever pleasure yourself? Flick the bean? Masturbate?"

Her pretty features wrinkled into a sneer.

"Hey, you're the one that suggested I ask. Now I'm asking." He said with amusement.

"Of course not. I don't understand the appeal, yet some Witches seem utterly consumed by the activity." Daphne's eyes gestured meaningfully over to the OTHER bed in the room. Tracey Davis' bed.

"I see… so you really don't think sex is something to enjoy…" He looked at her with interest, "Alright then. If you're that confident… Let's put it to the test, shall we? How 'bout a wager?"

"What?" Daphne looked at him as if the idea would somehow besmirch her character.

In response, he squeezed her sister's ripe, naked body closer. The arm wrapped around Astoria's shoulder slid down to grab the soft globe of her large breast, squeezing it between his fingers. Daphne's sneer turned into a slight icy glare.

"You want me to take my hands off your sister." Harry began, drawing her full attention, "And I don't want to. Neither does she. But, I'm not convinced you are actually as pure as you portray yourself."

"What did you just say?" Daphne's voice spoke coldly at his suggestion.

Naturally, he was lying about that last part. If she was really like all the other Witches, he was confident she would've cracked by now. Even the most snobbish, prideful 'Lady Malfoy' had shattered like glass when he applied a little forceful pressure. Daphne, on the other hand, was still cold as ice.

But, he continued, "A Witch that doesn't like sex? That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. Nah, you are just as bad as your sister… you are just better at hiding it."

"Excuse me?" Daphne's voice was highly affronted.

"But to have such a strong poker face in front of your first glimpse of a real wizard's cock… You must be jilling yourself like crazy every night to keep cool-headed."

"..!" Daphne's teeth clenched, and he wondered if she'd actually get worked up enough to slap him.

Astoria didn't know what he was up to, but she was happy to giggle at the look of frustration and shame growing on her sister's face.

"So... I want you to prove it to me."

"Prove it?" Daphne asked with confusion.

Harry grinned, "Let's make a wager. If I can't make you cum, then I'll admit you Greengrass girls really have no interest in sex, and I'll back off. After all, I'm not interested in fucking any Witch who doesn't want it. The reason why it's so damn addicting... Is because you sluts are desperate for it." Harry said in a low growl, as he looked at the desire clear on Astoria's face.

Astoria muttered quietly, "...would you really stop fucking me..? I wouldn't be able to take it..."

He chuckled at the way she grasped his hard cock possessively, "...Don't worry. If all else fails, there's always Hermione's plan..."

"What?" Astoria looked at him curiously, "Hermione's plan?"

"...You are a very strange wizard." Daphne finally said, drawing his attention back.

"Hmm? I guess. Personally, I think it's all the other wizards that are complete nutters." Harry argued. He would never understand why a man would ever reject the extreme 'appeals' of Witches.

"Regardless, that won't be possible." Daphne rejected him instantly.

"Hm?"

She flashed him an irritated look, "I'm not going to sully myself just for you to have your 'fun'. We'll work out some other agreement to keep you away from my sister. My purity is strictly off limits!"

Harry surprised her with a short burst of laughter, "Hey, I never said anything about 'sullying' your 'purity'. Ah, but I guess you wouldn't understand. There are plenty of ways to feel good without penetration. For example..."

"Ahn~!" Astoria suddenly let out a hot moan as Harry's firm fingers squeezed the supple flesh of her breast, sliding up to give her hardened, puffy nipple a good pinch.

He looked to Daphne again, "You seem to know about masturbation as well. Surely you know that Witches don't have to stick anything inside themselves to have a little fun, right?"

Daphne wrinkled her nose, "I didn't exactly observe the finer details of the process."

Harry pushed her by saying nothing. Instead, he brought both hands to Astoria's chest and squeezed her tits roughly. Every little squirming gasp her sister let out made Daphne's face sour.

"Fine." Daphne cooled her expression and stared at him, "I can agree to your silly 'wager', assuming you fully intend to keep your promise... and you avoid penetration, of course. Unlike certain Witches, I understand the value my purity." Daphne said, pointedly looking at her sister.

Daphne didn't get a rise out of Astoria with that comment. Instead, Astoria seemed surprised her sister had agreed to such ridiculous terms. Then her lips curled up in a smirk. She squeezed herself into Harry's side, already getting excited for what was to come.

Harry smiled with excitement, "Really? I didn't expect you to agree so easily. And don't worry, I'm a man of my word... Plus..." His grin turned cocky as he looked at Daphne, "I won't need penetration to make a Lady cum." He rolled his eyes as he said Lady, using the same kind of mockery she used to speak about Witches.

Daphne merely huffed and rolled her eyes, "I said I'd do it. Now get your hands off her! When I said stay away from her, I meant it. No physical contact allowed!"

Astoria wasn't eager to part with him, and they shared a long lingering look. If not for the confident look in his eyes and the complete control he had over her body at this point, Astoria would've never agreed. But after biting her lip, she muttered, "Bitch…" And slipped away from him.

Harry stared into the pale green eyes of Daphne Greengrass. He was still as naked as could be, with a thick, throbbing erection sticking out meaningfully pointed at her. A broad testament to the pure desires he held for the magically seductive bodies of Witches.

Daphne glanced down at it distastefully.

"Well? You said you'd take her place… Get up on the bed then…"

…

While the twists of this development with Daphne had certainly spiraled in a very weird but strangely arousing way… Harry wasn't too sure about himself for once.

After spending the last three months in ceaseless, indulgent sex with the VERY willing and VERY eager horny witches of Hogwarts… This was the first time he was met with disinterest.

And if he was being honest… it was kind of a boner killer.

Or it would've been—If not for the lascivious scope of Daphne's impeccable bombshell figure keeping his cock at full mast. Like all the other 'dirty sluts' that were eager to strip out of their knickers and beg on their hands and knees to be bred like bitches… Daphne had the same set of broad, breedable hips and a fat, heavy set of titties.

However, the Greengrass sisters were like water and oil. Daphne seemed apathetic, while Astoria was eager. Similarly, their bodies behaved the same way. Astoria had an incredible set of hips. A big, fat butt that was just heavenly. Truly an ass to compete with Parvati or Angelina…

On the other hand, she had one of the smallest racks in his entire harem. ('Small' for a 'magically developed' Witch, of course. It would still put her in the 'absurdly busty' category of young Muggle women)

Just the opposite was Daphne's figure. She had a slimmer set of hips. They were still plenty eye-catching and had a pronounced curve from her thin waist… but like Susan or Lavender, this woman's actual draw was emphasized on her top half. A soft pair of pillows that were stuffed and squeezed into a tight Hogwarts blazer beneath her modest robes. Just the thought of unearthing those hidden treasures and feasting on those glorious tits had Harry's cock staying fully erect and eager.

Daphne didn't even strip. She just climbed up on the bed and laid down on her back. Then she looked at him with a raised eyebrow. A silent, 'Well? Get it over with!'

Harry chuckled to himself. That only seemed to make her irritable.

Once again… Going from dozens of hot, eager-to-fuck breeding babes in his harem… to this prissy, disinterested snob wasn't exactly his idea of arousing.

That was… if this is truly what she was like.

Harry had a plan.

Unless this woman was truthfully one in a million… A woman who defied not only all logic of the world as he knew it but all the knowledge of so many generations of Black Family research and experiments… Then he would find out her true nature today.

She was a Witch. She shared the same wanton, burning desires for sex as her slutty little sister did. The proof was in Astoria. It was in their blood. All he needed to do… was figure exactly what was blocking it.

Astoria watched Harry join her sister on the bed and scrambled up after them. She ignored her sister's scowling look and watched, curious about what Harry would do.

"C'mon now. Open your legs, at least."

"Hmph. You don't have to tell me what to do. It's not as if I'm uneducated in these matters." Daphne said in a snippy tone and pulled her legs open.

Missionary.

How predictably bland.

Harry just found it amusing. He was confident it wouldn't be 'boring' for long.

Daphne made a soft noise of surprise as the hidden buttons of her Hogwarts skirt suddenly popped open, and the thing slipped off her hips with a life of its own.

Harry grinned at the hint of surprise in her eye, "Experience~"

Daphne's smooth, pale thighs were exposed, as were her enticing hips. Hips that were notably slimmer than those of her sisters but still held a pronounced swell from her thin waist. A set of rather expensive-looking, but modest silk knickers covered her privates. Harry reached for those with his own hands rather than using magic.

Daphne softly scoffed and raised her hips without a fuss, letting him pull away the last fabric protecting her modesty.

For a woman that insisted so vehemently on protecting her purity... he was surprised at how little she cared as he unveiled her virgin slit.

"Mmm, there it is…" He softly spoke as he laid his eyes upon the tender pink flower delicately nestled between Daphne's slender legs.

"I really don't understand your fascination, Potter." She snipped at him as he admired her beautiful, untouched pussy.

He grinned back, "I'm the only man who's been granted such an honour. Might as well treasure the moment."

"I don't need commentary. Just do what you will so we can get this over with." She said impatiently and then reached her fingers down, brushing them across the lines of her sex, "I don't feel a thing! See?"

The way she roughly petted her sex made it blatantly obvious she'd never even touched herself before, "Oh, we've got so much to teach you, darling…" Harry said with a meaningful smile. Masturbation and pleasure, sex toys and lingerie… He knew a few dozen girls that would delight in teaching this prude all she needed to know about the joys of sex…

That was AFTER he 'awakened' her to the pleasure of it.

He pulled her hand away and then slipped between her open legs. Daphne watched him as he laid his hand on her thigh at first and softly began rubbing his hands across her inner thigh, drawing closer and closer to her sex, "You've got such smooth skin, Daphne, it's lovely." He murmured in a soft voice.

In response, Daphne snorted, "Flattery? Really, Potter? Why waste your time?"

Harry loosed a sigh, "You really don't understand anything…"

A light touch on the thigh wasn't exactly going to get a girl screaming… But there would be some sort of reaction to physical contact or teasing. But Daphne didn't give even the faintest response to a man's touch on her thigh, which should be the most intimate place a man had ever laid their hands for her. Nor did she respond well to some intimate flattery.

But even so, he refused to believe she was hopeless.

As he glanced up, Daphne looked down at him with those same pale-green, expressionless eyes.

He still held out hope... and brought his fingers to the soft, untouched petals between Daphne's open legs.

"..." Daphne crossed her arms underneath her massive chest and looked down at him scornfully.

No reaction.

Harry let out a deep sigh. He drew his fingers back and flashed a grin at her, "Don't think it's over yet, Daphne."

He took his tender time with it, spending an extra few minutes petting her 'kitty'. At the same time, there was an oddly concentrated look on his face, as he studied Daphne's pink folds, like he was trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with it.

"Ugh, I already told you I can't feel anything. Are you satisfied now?" Daphne muttered impatiently.

Harry grinned, "Oh, don't be like that. We're just getting started. But I have to say... there's one little problem."

"And what's that?" Daphne said in a dull monotone.

She wasn't even wet. Harry honestly didn't think it was possible, but Daphne was dry as the desert between her legs.

Astoria at the side was oddly quiet. She seemed to catch on that something was wrong. After all, Daphne didn't react at all to Harry's touch on her thigh... now he was all but fingering her, and she looked bored. Astoria had been on the receiving end of those touches and went silent. She watched Harry closely as she began to wonder if something deeper was going on with her mother and sister.

Harry flashed her a wink and a reassuring smile as if he could sense her discomfort. Then he drew his wand.

Daphne's eyes narrowed, "Magic, Potter? Really? Don't tell me you've been using spells on all those Witches you've been frolicking with."

"Only occasionally, to spice things up," He reassured her, "They couldn't take my spells every day. But relax, it's nothing strange... Just a little lube to make things go smoothly."

"Lube?" Daphne said, full of disgust.

He grinned deeply, "Don't say it like that... It's nothing strange... In fact, the body produces it naturally!"

Before she could process his words, Harry was already working his wand over her naked sex.

Then... for the first time, Daphne's expression cracked. She released a soft grunt as something tingled in an uncomfortable way between her legs, then her face flushed red as she tried to grab the sheets to cover herself, "W-what the hell?!"

Harry grabbed her hands and calmed her down, "Relax. Like I said, it's natural."

Sweet, glistening pussy-juices finally decorated Daphne's slit with a light sheen. The spell he cast simply helped her body along in producing them. It was a genuine simple lubrication spell for easy penetration... but he never imagined using it on a woman who couldn't get aroused!

Daphne, on the other hand, seemed to be wholly embarrassed by her body's biological function and still struggled to cover herself, "P-Potter..! Of all the-!"

"Hahaha, so you CAN still feel shame!" Harry remarked proudly, observing the first notes of colour he'd seen grace Daphne's elegant features.

Daphne wrinkled her nose and pursed her lips. Suddenly, she scowled deeply, like she'd been caught in the act.

"Makes sense." Harry continued, "Being truly shameless would spell disaster for a Witch, wouldn't it? Those are your danger instincts. The only thing keeping you from a slip of the tongue that would leave you branded as a 'scarlet woman' forever. Can't seal it all away."

"..!" Daphne's breath hitched meaningfully.

At the same time, Astoria, who had been watching her sister very closely, suddenly opened her eyes wide, "…seal it..?" Astoria's soft voice whispered and looked at Harry, then back at her sister, "Daphne.?"

"Quiet, Astoria!" Daphne said sharply, "Don't speak carelessly about Family secrets!"

"...Secrets..?" Astoria suddenly looked pale, and then her face twisted with growing anger, "What secrets?"

Harry looked between the dead-locked stare of the two sisters and silently noted it, 'Mmm... So this is something that ONLY the First Daughter has, hm? Pure-blood families are rotten.'

In just one moment, all of Astoria's intense feelings toward her family were made even more apparent to Harry. Astoria had been his gateway to Daphne... But it seemed even she didn't know all that made Daphne so 'special'.

Daphne broke the smoldering staring contest with her sister to level those pale green eyes at him, "And you… What do you know?"

He grinned widely, "More than you think, I'd bet a hundred Galleons!"

It was about that time that Harry's 'petting' bore fruit. He finally found what he was looking for.

Not with his fingers... but with his magic.

"Aha… There you are…" Harry suddenly murmured.

"Huh..?" Daphne's soft voice breathed. She stared down expressionlessly as she watched a soft glow on her belly. Then Harry summoned his wand and lightly poked at it.

From there, a faint blue glow floated up from her navel, drawing into wide circular wisps of colour.

"What are you..?" She wondered softly, watching the display of light and magic… until the colours began to take shape.

Circles, lines, and runes that were very intimately familiar to Daphne. Her eyes shot open wide with alarm, "Potter! What are you trying to do?!"

"Hahah, so this is all it was, huh?" Harry prodded at the heart of some sort of spell that was intermingled in Daphne's intimate regions. He got a basic idea just from the feeling of it, "So it's mucking up your senses. Particularly the feeling of your erogenous zones, tied together with something mental. Your sex drive? Seems most likely."

He glanced up to see a truly astonished look on Daphne's face.

"Daph..?" Astoria looked at the display of light with a voice of confusion and questioning. Then her voice raised sharply, "Daphne! Is this that special 'ritual' mother took you aside for on your eighteenth birthday?! The one you wouldn't tell me about?"

"Quiet Astoria…" Daphne snipped, but her voice had lost a lot of its weight. She stared down at Harry, "What do you know about this kind of magic? You're just a Hogwarts Student! This is an ancient magic passed down through the Ladies of Greengrass for generations!"

'Ancient magic?' Harry resisted the urge to chuckle.

He wasn't exactly aware of all the components of this spell from his rudimentary inspection… But it sure felt an awful lot like a few of those 'Contraception' spells he found from the section of the Library that held all the 'self-made' spells of the Black family. Particularly the self-made spells of the young and horny Heirs, that were too impatient to wait until they were trained enough to be allowed to peruse the higher level sections, and invented their own 'special works'.

In other words… It felt incredibly slapdash. A spell that was cobbled with a loose understanding of the concepts involved.

There was a journal from 'Arcturus Black', the man who was Sirius' grandfather. Harry had found it and gleaned some good insight. One of the things he had lamented was the 'horrid' state of modern day 'Sex magic'.

With wizards so disinterested, or perhaps even disgusted, by the act… And Witches so terrified of being publicly outed as 'Interested' in sex… There was practically zero research or development done on the subject whatsoever. Contraception hardly existed, because there were very few cases of sex outside of the sole purpose of procreation.

But… Someone, likely a Witch, or maybe even a shameful husband who discovered his wife's extraordinary sexual desires, had cobbled together a bastardized contraception spell… But rather than just preventing pregnancy, it seemed to butcher the Witch's sex drive altogether.

To Harry, it was a miracle that the blasted thing worked at all. From what he could extrapolate from this rather ham-fisted inspection, it was full of redundancies and excessively complicated. It was either complex far beyond his own understanding… Or it was utter hogwash.

"This is shite." Harry muttered without thinking.

"Excuse me?" Daphne's voice raised, affronted, "...this spell has protected my family line for hundreds of years!"

He shook his head. He didn't care if the spell was a masterpiece of magic weaved by Merlin himself, or some slap-dash spell that was miraculously made functional by a lucky, uneducated wizard. He didn't like it one bit. The primary function of the spell was to actively block a Witch's desire and passion.

To him, that felt extremely dirty and twisted. He didn't like it one bit. It reeked of a feeling that Witches were 'cursed' or 'ill' and that they needed to be 'fixed'. It felt heartless. Loveless.

Most importantly, it felt unnatural. A spell that went directly against a Witch's nature. That denied their instincts.

He was a man driven by instinct. His own ritual amplified his instincts. It gave him such a strong desire that he'd chased down and bred a fertile female just about every day to satisfy those instincts.

Suffice it to say, Harry hated this spell. He wouldn't tolerate it.

"This damn thing…" He silently cursed as he tried to get a better feel for it, "I'll break it to bits."

"What?!" Daphne gasped at him, "You'll do no such thing!"

Daphne spoke, but he stopped listening. Instead, he was focused on the magic. As much as the Black Family was generations ahead of the best of the world in this specific kind of magic… Harry had only truly studied for the better part of one summer. Sure, it was a summer spent following the 'accelerated course' laid by the 'Main Family' of the Blacks. And Harry had found himself remarkably gifted in this particular field… But it wasn't much time at all.

He was cautious despite his vehement distaste for this kind of magic. After all, how could someone so confidently use magic that altered another's physiology? Or a spell that mucked with their minds? One mistake could be devastating. Irreparable. Thankfully, the Black Family Manor has tools explicitly developed to practice these kinds of things. Mannequins and magic circles that only responded to the magic used correctly. It was only after extensive practice that he would dare use such magic on Hermione or Ginny's actual bodies.

...That was why he was cautious, touching this familiar, but unknown magic. Despite saying he'd break it to bits... He wouldn't. Not without assuring himself that Daphne would not suffer consequences.

But as he prodded deeper to try and ascertain the nature of this spell… He grew a strong feeling that whatever it had done to Daphne, wasn't so intimately tied to her constitution as he feared. If they truly had based it off of some kind of contraception spell… Then contraception spells were usually temporary by design, weren't they?

After all, if Daphne honestly did expect to continue the 'Greengrass line'... Then this little bugger would need to come off at some point.

"Ah..!" Daphne felt something strange tingle in her gut and raised her voice, "Hey! What are you doing!?"

"Just a moment," Harry muttered back impatiently.

"You're not seriously trying to..?" Daphne realized with growing panic, "This is the most powerful magic in the Greengrass line! There's no way a Hogwarts student could possibly-!"

Pop~!

There was a loud sound, like someone popping the cork off the world's most tightly sealed bottle of firewhiskey. At the same time, Daphne went speechless.

"Huh. That was easier than I thought." Harry furrowed his own brow. His eyes looked down to a glowing rune network on Daphne's abdomen, just above her womb, that was rapidly dimming with a sizzling sound.

"What did you just…" Daphne's voice trailed off, as a strange, tingling sense of relief was felt in her gut.

"Hmm…" Harry's emerald green eyes raised to meet Daphne's astonished look. Then he tenderly dipped his wand tip to touch her abdomen, then teasingly trailed it down the dipping curve into her inner thigh.

"Oooh..!" Daphne gave a shuddering response, then her breath hitched, "Y-you..! W-what did you..!"

Harry grinned devilishly, "Well, well~ It looks like I was right after all..! You are a Witch, through and through…"

He cast his wand aside and brought his hand to her inner thigh. He softly rubbed his thumb in small circles, just as he had before… But instead of the bored, expressionless response she'd given him…

"Oooh~! S-stop that!" Daphne's voice shuddered.

"Oh my god..!" Astoria stared at her sister like she was seeing a ghost. She raised a hand to her naked breast, then grew a wide grin, "Did you do it, Harry? Is Daphne..." She flicked a glance to her sister, "Normal now..?"

"Normal?!" Daphne's voice sounded highly offended.

"Haha, we'll see…" He grinned at her, "After I try to really make your sister cum…"

"Huh? Cum?" Daphne stared at him with wide eyes, "W-wait!"

"There's no backing out now, Daphne…" Harry teased her with a grin, "We made a deal! And you were so confident about it, too."

"N-no, seriously..!" Daphne said with a uniquely emotive voice, "I-I feel strange..! I-It's getting hard to breathe, and my body is feeling hot..!"

Astoria gave a wickedly impish grin, "Daphne~! Are you…" She held a hand to her lips in a scandalized gasp, "Getting turned on? How indecent!"

"Now is not the time for your… c-crude jokes, Astoria!" Daphne snapped at her. There was new colour on her alabaster cheeks, ever so faintly tinted red, "Something's not right!"

"No, sister…" Astoria leaned over and took her sister's hand in her own, "I think for the first time… you ARE feeling right!"

Daphne stopped and stared at the smile on her sister's face as new, strange, and scary feelings began to emerge in her chest in wild waves. Brought on by nothing by the gentle touch of a wizard's hand on her thigh.

"W-wait..!" Daphne snapped her gaze back to Harry with a look of uncertainty.

Harry smiled, "Now that that's sorted... Let's make you cum."

"What-?" Daphne asked sharply, forgetting all about their little 'deal'. All she could think about was the 'threat' between her open legs. The feeling of Harry Potter's fingers sliding down her thigh became more and more intense the nearer he drew to her-

"Oooohh~?!" Daphne slapped a hand over her mouth to keep any strange noises from escaping. Her voice threatened to peak. To make those same, noisy, heated sounds that she got so annoyed at Tracey for letting out every evening. Her face heated up, from embarrassment, she told herself.

Harry didn't waste a moment. This was what he'd been waiting for! The chance to make a mess of Daphne Greengrass! To see what she looked like as a real woman, down on her back, red-faced and panting. He would stick with what he promised. 'No penetration.' Not until she was begging for it.

While Daphne was struggling to understand the new tidal wave of unblocked emotions surging up from inside her core, Harry struck.

He slid his arms underneath her soft, tender thighs and grabbed her hips. She shrieked softly as he suddenly pulled her forward into his arms. Then their gazes locked. Green met green. Daphne's with widening trepidation, while Harry's was full of meaning. His face lowered down between her legs.

"W-what are you..?" Daphne spoke through her fingers.

Harry grinned. It was such a shame that a hot young Witch that carried a body that promised untold pleasure, had such a little understanding of sex. She hardly had ideas about masturbating and knew nothing of sex toys. So what were the odds she knew about cunnilingus?

Daphne watched, unable to find her voice. Despite how apprehensive she felt, she was frozen. Harry Potter, one of the most eligible future Lords of the wizarding world, was smirking at her with a roguish grin and dazzling green eyes, his face drawing near to her most private place. In a way she still couldn't understand, Daphne was petrified.

Then Harry went straight to work. The delicate pink folds of Daphne's delectable pussy had been teasing him for too long now. He didn't hesitate to give that sweet, tender flower a kiss.

"Nnnggh!" Daphne snapped her hand over her mouth again. Her lower body shook, trying to squirm away from the source of that intense feeling, but she was trapped. Harry held her hips and began in earnest.

Daphne muffled a squeal of confused pleasure as she felt his tongue come out to play, sliding across the quivering folds of her shockingly sensitive pussy.

Relative to all other kinds of sex, it wasn't often Harry enjoyed pleasuring a girl like this. Usually, it was the Witch who was happy to choke on his cock until he was cumming deep in her throat. It was only when there was already a greedy slut bouncing on his thick shaft that he got to pull another pair of womanly hips over his face and please a Witch with his mouth.

So, Harry took great delight in making Daphne writhe in her panicked excitement, making her feel her first experience with sexual pleasure in an overwhelming session of oral worship.

But with his goal to make her cum, Harry didn't play around. He used his well-experienced tongue to tease her up into a quivering mess, then brought his lips to Daphne's clit.

"NNNGGGHHHH~!"

"...Damn.." Astoria watched her sister's expression crumble into tight, furrowed bliss as Daphne squealed into her hand, eyes squeezed shut. She looked down at Harry, who was hungrily devouring her virgin slit, making her first powerful, body-shaking climax come in never-ending waves of pleasure.

Astoria softly bit her lip. Her fingers slipped down her own tight abdomen to dip between the squishy softness of her thighs. She found the red, pounded-raw slit of her freshly fucked pussy, and began to tease it gingerly. Despite how utterly satisfied she was after getting fucked so good in her sister's bed, Astoria was already warming to the idea of another round as she watched Harry turn her sister into a hot mess.

"Oh fuck..!" A curse came naturally to the 'once pure' lips of Astoria, as she watched Harry's face between her sister's legs, "I'm so jealous~" She bit her lip as she began to play with herself.

"Haaah... Haaah..!" After a few minutes of mind-blanking pleasure, Daphne sucked in the air with a light expression on her face. Her head fell back on the bed, blonde tresses splayed out beneath her, as she stared at the ceiling.

She felt soft, gentle kisses on her inner thigh, and a hot tongue occasionally slid deep across her petals, collecting her juices. Her body shook as she weakly cried, "S-stop it!"

"Hahaha... It seems like you had a pretty big one..." Harry said as he crawled up from between her legs.

Daphne's brow furrowed as she looked at him. Her head was a complete mess. She didn't know what to think.

That experience had been... indescribable.

Never once had she felt such a powerful... yearning desire in her chest. Nor such an unbelievable sense of relief. And the pleasure! She felt as if for just a moment, she'd ascended to heaven.

Then a flash appeared in her mind. Her mother's beautiful, aristocratic features... looking down at her with disappointment.

"W-what... what did you do to me..?" Daphne asked tightly. Her eyes glanced to the side, where her wand lay in the pile of her discarded skirt and knickers.

"What did he do to you?" Astoria asked sarcastically, pulled her fingers from between her legs, and grinned at her sister. She flipped over on her stomach, emphasizing the impressive slope of her bare bottom, and sucked her slick fingers as she eyed her sister, "He gave you an orgasm! Usually, it puts a stop to a Witch's prissy attitude!"

"An... orgasm..?" Daphne wrinkled her nose at the word like it was unfamiliar to her.

"Oh my god..." Astoria moaned and jerked her eyes up to Harry, "I-I wasn't this bad, was I?" After her own incredible sexual awakening, Astoria felt ashamed of her sister.

"Hahah, no, I don't think so. But by the time I got you in bed, Ginny already had her horny mitts on you..."

"Mmm~" Astoria moaned at the memory, then shot a look at her sister, "Point is... You came! Congratulations~" She said with a sarcastic eye-roll, then flashed a wicked grin, "Which means..!" She looked meaningfully at Harry. Then she rose up on her knees, flashing them both with her naked body. She softly moaned, dipping a hand between her legs to tease her dripping slit.

"No!" Daphne suddenly said firmly, looking with horror at the way her sister was trying to seduce Harry Potter again!"

"No?!" Astoria crinkled her nose and pointed a look at her sister, "What do you mean 'No?'"

"I-I didn't cum!" Daphne's voice cracked embarrassingly.

The two others looked at her with slowly growing smirks. Then they shared a laugh.

Daphne felt something new. A flush of heat rose from her collarbone to her cheeks. Shame. It was a level of shame she'd only felt as a young girl, making a simple mistake under her mother's tutelage. Since then, that feeling had been dulled. Controlled. Now, that control had been wrenched out of her hands by Harry Potter.

She blustered, struggling to keep a stiff face and a firm voice, "I didn't cum. I don't know what you think you've achieved here, Potter. But enough is enough. Undo whatever it is you did to me with that magic and be gone from my dorm!"

The two of them never once dropped their smiles. Harry found it particularly amusing how proudly she'd said it while crossing her arms beneath her tits and looking down at him… whilst he was still grinning up at her from betwixt her open legs!

Astoria snorted in an unladylike manner, and laughed at her sister, "Wow~! You sure got your attitude back once Harry stopped licking your cunt! I'm surprised you're still going on about that after shrieking so loud! Figured you'd be begging for another already~!"

Daphne sent her sister a tight look.

"Heheh, doesn't work too well with your bottoms missing, sister~" Astoria laughed again.

Daphne's strict expression cracked as she saw Astoria pull a pair of silk, modest panties from a pile and hold them up.

"Astoria..!" Daphne said warningly, "We're going to have a serious talk when this is-"

"Harry~" Astoria called to him, looking her sister in the eye, "You heard her right..? She didn't cum!"

"That's what she said." Harry repeated in an agreeable tone, "Strange, sure squirted like hell..! But hey, she'd know best."

Daphne realised her mistake when he looked up at her with a big, cheeky grin… and lowered his head once again.

Her tight expression crumbled apart as she gasped, "W-wait..! S-stoooooppp~!" Her cry of protest turned into a high-pitched squeal as Harry's tongue attacked her pussy once again. Her soft, virgin petals were still raw and sensitive from her first-ever climax, yet Harry mercilessly sent her crashing into another one before she could get away from him.

"Nnnngggghhhhh~!"

Astoria found herself filled with delight at her sister's squeals, 'You know… Ginny was right…' She giggled to herself, clutching Daphne's silken knickers to her plump, naked chest. Her other hand was busy sliding down to tease her own tender folds, '…Regardless of how we got along… Watching her get so easily dominated by Harry… It's so, SO much better than listening to her bitch about my 'promiscuous behaviour'…'

Astoria leaned back on her knees and licked her fingers... then she softly buried them between her thighs while she watched Harry bring her sister to climax... Again... and again... and again...

...

Daphne was still in a daze. She panted softly, feeling an unfamiliar, hammering in her heart. It was excitement, she understood that feeling, but any possible example of 'excitement' she'd experienced in the past was nothing compared to the feeling that dominated her mind.

Even the feeling of receiving her Hogwarts Letter or boarding the sparkling red train couldn't hold a candle to this new monumental feeling. Something about it made her body want to move. To roll her hips in an effort to bring back that incredible feeling that was still thrumming in her core.

She swallowed. Her glassy green eyes were fixed on Harry Potter. With a start, she caught herself staring. Her gaze was so utterly mystified as she'd never been before. Tracing the tight, chiseled lines of Harry's bare, sweaty chest. As he rose up from between her legs, Daphne caught the unmissable size of the heavy beater's bat swinging from his groin. Staring at the obscene girth of Harry's cock, Daphne felt her mouth watering with new desire.

Without even really understanding it... Daphne recalled the pictures of that big, meaty pole draped over Astoria's face. She recalled the thick, creamy substance that covered her sister's features like a mask and the big, gleeful smile Astoria had worn as if proud to wear it. Then, the smatterings of kiss-marks and lipstick rings that covered his length. She recalled all of that in a flash and caught herself suddenly and dangerously... curious.

'Mn... I-In her mouth...' Daphne belatedly thought, scandalized by the idea. She never understood why Harry had cum all over some slutty Witches' face. What was the point? There was no chance of pregnancy... That was what had her confused... Until Harry's tongue had so expertly worked her virgin quim into a powerful climax.

Then Daphne made a grand, startling realisation, 'Because it feels good...'

Harry Potter's remarkably simple logic had finally pierced her mind.

Harry's tongue had made her feel good. Her body wanted more.

Due to her status as the first daughter of the Greengrass family line one of the oldest lines in Britain, and a member of the 'Sacred Twenty Eight'... Daphne's mother had done everything in her power to make sure her first daughter was going to be a modest, upright Witch. A woman who could proudly represent their noble lineage.

Daphne truly hadn't ever experienced pleasure like this before.

When she got to Hogwarts and discovered how 'normal' Witches were actually just the 'Shameless, sex-crazed harlots' her mother had spoken so bitterly about, it was shocking. To her, they appeared like beasts, consumed by their own desires.

Cursed.

She held her nose up high, acknowledging that her mother was right and that she'd been raised as a pure and honest Lady.

Now she was bare-bottomed with her legs open. She was openly flashing her most pure and innocent place to some wizard. A man who wasn't her husband, and yet she let him 'drink from her altar'... A man who kept bringing her to mind-shaking, toe-curling climaxes, that left her sweaty and panting... all so he'd stop dicking down her sister with risky, unprotected breeding sex.

'Mother...' Daphne deliriously moaned, wondering if 'Madam Greengrass' knew what her foolish daughters had been dragged into in the fine, 'upright' private university of Hogwarts.

"You know..." Harry spoke to her, snapping out of the deep introspection she was doing. Perhaps he read something on her face because he spoke, "I think I finally understand why you had me so intrigued, Daph."

"W-what?" She felt her heart squeeze and her cheeks grow hot. Not only had she just stuttered like some red-faced schoolgirl... But catching her own voice sounding so frail and weak made her even more embarrassed than before. Shame she hadn't felt, not to this extent, was tormenting her as she lay there, bottomless, under Harry Potter's naked gaze.

"You and me... we're opposites." He concluded and flashed her a slight smirk.

Daphne cursed the way her heart leapt at that charming look.

"Out of all the wizards in Britain, I'm probably the only one interested in sex... and out of all the Witches, you might be the only one who is not interested..." He explained, and shook his head, "That's what bothered me. I didn't really think about it for long... But if Hermione knew about that silly little spell on your womb, she'd be horrified. Do you know why?"

"..." Daphne bit her tongue. All sorts of comments about 'sluts' and 'slags' came to mind in her emotional state... but she couldn't bring herself to say it.

"Because she'd see the same problem…" Harry continued, softly playing with her thigh, "Think about this… What's the population of the wizarding world like today?"

"What?" Daphne was in such a state that she had to turn the question over three times in her head before she could make sense of it.

Harry didn't need an answer because it was obvious. It was so dreadfully obvious that magic itself was mustering up its own solution.

"The wizards lost interest in sex. So our 'race', if you can call it that, is dying out. We're barely hanging on as it is, and that's only due to clever and determined Witches like Molly Weasley finding a suitable partner and wringing out enough heirs to keep their family line going."

With how dire things were, it was a bloody miracle that Molly had seven children from only one husband. If not for the utterly uncanny resemblance of the family, even Harry would be suspecting things.

"Now..." His vibrant green eyes pierced her with a question, "What do you think would happen if this..." He drew a little motion on her tender belly, making her quiver, "Little 'Contraception' spell got passed around the social circles of Pureblood Ladies? The same desperate women who felt that they NEEDED to hide their inner slut in order to appeal to a 'proper' husband..?"

"..."

He had both Greengrass sisters quiet. Daphne with a growing scowl, and Astoria with wide-eyed realization.

"Yeah." Harry nodded his head, assuming they were following the same natural line of thinking, "That future doesn't look good. If BOTH Wizards and Witches started to get disgusted and hate the idea of sex, then we'd be completely ruined."

...The end of the magical world as they knew it. That was the strange gravity that Daphne's little 'spell' carried. While the two of the Greengrass sisters were quiet in contemplation, Harry lamented further.

"The doom of our species. How ridiculous. But even worse than that…" Harry sighed deeply as if imagining a dark future while he said, "It would be a world with no one interested in sex!"

"..!" Daphne was dragged back to reality by his outlandish comment.

Harry regrew his playful smirk and crawled in close, making her cower away, "H-hey..! What are you..?" Her voice slowly faded out.

"Now wouldn't that be tragic..?" Harry softly murmured.

Daphne's breath caught in her throat. She was mesmerized by the brilliant green eyes of the handsome hero drawing in closer. Before she knew it, she was trapped beneath him. She placed her hands on his shoulders as he leaned down, meaning to push him away… Then those useless thoughts came sinking into her pure mind once again.

'S-so firm..!' Daphne couldn't help herself from thinking, as her fingers touched solid muscle on his shoulders and slid down to his broad biceps, 'Even if I wanted to resist… I couldn't stop him..!'

A thought that would've been terrifying in another other context, but Daphne only felt a strange, overpowering excitement.

Her thoughts turned strange, almost foreign, 'Merlin..! With these muscles, I won't be able to do anything..! He'll just hold me down and..! And..!' Daphne's thoughts spiraled uncontrollably as her breath quickened in hot pants.

She seemed to forget about her status as a Witch and the presence of magic. All that came to mind was a more primal acceptance of the situation: a female beneath a bigger, more dominant male.

Her face felt hot, and the Hogwarts Blazer still covering her buxom breasts felt far too small. She yearned to be rid of it..! Even if that meant giving this wizard an unobstructed view of her naked bosom.

"Haah..!" Daphne softly gasped, red in the face, as Harry's hand reached down to caress her cheek, "Mmm…" Before she could stop herself, she leaned into it.

'W-what's wrong with me..!?' Internally, she began to panic, 'I-It's just a hand on my cheek..! But it feels so… so…' She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut, still feeling the strong urge to reject what her body was demanding from her.

'It feels so good!' Was a phrase Daphne stubbornly refused to let exist in her own mind.

Harry's voice teased her ears with a low, sensual growl as he toyed with her, "…That's why I've got to make you open your eyes, Daphne…" His voice made her squeeze her eyes tighter, "The idea of a beautiful, brilliant young lady like you, suffering such a fate, kills me."

"..!" Daphne made the mistake of opening her eyes. She met Harry's soulful gaze, looking down at her with such an intense expression. At this moment, Daphne realized what exactly was different about how Harry Potter looked at her. It was full of desire. Such raw, unmasked attraction to her that it took her breath away.

Her sister nearby was forgotten, as Daphne felt like the only Witch in the world.

Then her heart squeezed as she realised something, 'No wizard will ever look at me like that… Not even my husband would…'

But Daphne was mistaken, slightly. That passionate gaze and his sweet, honeyed words misled her. She forgot, momentarily, who it was on top of her.

But as a deeper, carnal smile formed on Harry's lips, Daphne was reminded.

He softly trailed his hand down her cheek to the massive swell of her enormous chest, still smothered by her tight winter Hogwarts Blazer. His fingers tugged at the neckline as he spoke in a lower, more lustful tone.

"A beautiful Witch… with such a body built for sex." His crass words made Daphne gasp. The illusion of a romantic, charming prince was shattered. That wasn't who Harry was. Nor was it what Witches wanted from him. Instead…

Harry softly chuckled… And then dipped his hand down to take a big, firm squeeze of as much of Daphne's massive, overflowing breast as he could fit in one strong hand, "Look at these huge fucking titties~! And such perfect, wide hips… A tight, tasty pussy..! Just knowing such a ripe, sex-pot body would go its entire life never being treated right by a real man… That'd be the real tragedy."

Daphne hissed as she felt something hot and huge slide across her naked thigh as Harry shifted. Her eyes widened, and for a moment, she got her senses back, trying to squirm away, "H-hey..! Don't you dare..!" She threatened, but there was something meaningless about her tone. Even she knew it sounded frail, "Don't stick that..! That thing..! Anywhere near me..!"

Harry chuckled at her, "Oh, don't worry… I promised you, didn't I? No penetration."

As foolish as it was, Harry's affirmation made her relax. She hated how easily she bought into his words… and how strangely secure they made her feel. She was primed at swordtip. Pinned beneath Harry, half-naked on her bed… and mere moments from having her precious purity taken from her—should he wish it.

"But that doesn't mean we can't have a little fun." Harry said with a meaningful look, "I'm sure you enjoyed, heh, 'not' cumming yourself silly."

Daphne made a tight face, frustrated. But she couldn't say anything.

"But..." Harry grinned at her, "Sex isn't just about one person, is it?"

Daphne felt her mouth suddenly water. Harry rose up tall on his knees, which brought that huge, thick cock swinging dangerously in her direction. Her eyes followed it helplessly, 'Morgana, help me..! It's so much... bigger than it was in those pictures..!'

Snap~!

Daphne's eyes shot open wide as she felt a familiar feeling. The way the tight tension of her chest suddenly gave as her bra clasp was undone beneath her snug blazer and undershirt. Then she looked up to see Harry smirking at her.

'...Right...' She found herself looking down at the large, expansive shelf that was her boobs. She was always disgusted by them. They were like the udders of a cow. Wizards preferred slim physiques. A woman who could adorn a ballroom gown without flaunting cleavage like a muggle streetwalker.

But now, Daphne had a peculiar thought, '...He did seem rather fixated on the bosoms of his consorts...' She recalled seeing him feverishly pawing the equally busty chests of Susan or Lavender. Then she thought, '...Does he LIKE women with large breasts?' The thought was absurd... and yet strangely exciting, as Daphne saw him looking down below her face, his entire focus on her massive breasts.

'He said so before, didn't he..?' Daphne recalled a crass comment or two about her 'fat fucking titties'. She was oddly quiet as he reached for the edge of her tight blazer and began pulling it up.

Daphne's pale green eyes met his as he slowly rolled up her tight winter blazer, cresting it over the two great mountains on her chest. He accepted her silence as anticipation as he unveiled his prize. Then, it was just her thin, white undershirt left.

Harry grinned wickedly.

"You know, Daphne... Sex isn't just about procreation, though I admit, that's the best bit."

"Hmph." She seemed to sneer at him, but it was ruined by the utter lack of the same confidence she displayed before... and the red sheen to her cheeks.

"There's plenty we do just for fun. Let me show you one of my favorites..."

Daphne went stiff as Harry opened her blouse... but not in the way she expected. Instead, he simply popped a few buttons right in the middle, going straight for her tits... then he paused and left it there.

"Mm, perfect~" He muttered.

She looked down, just able to see the tight crack of her two pale globes squeezed together, suffocating in her tight undershirt. With a snap of his fingers, her plush hills dropped again as the cups of her bra disappeared entirely beneath her shirt, leaving just a tight slit of cleavage hanging out of her shirt.

Then Harry climbed up further, straddling her waist with his knees and looking down at her with a cocky smirk.

"Hah..!" Daphne froze, eyes wide as that massive slab of meat slapped down on her titties, eyeing her like a serpent. Inwardly, she struggled to wrap her mind around the scope of the damn thing. Bigger than her arm? Bigger than her LEG? By what magic could this thing fit inside of a woman?

"You see... Your sister has such a fat, fuckable ass. That big, bouncy booty just makes me want to plow her silly every time I see her saunter by..."

Daphne's face soured again as she was reminded of the purpose of all of this—her sister! As Harry talked crassly about Astoria's ass, Daphne scrunched up her face and glared at him.

"But you..." He grinned at her regardless, "It seems you stole all the titty genes, hm?" He reached down and took two big, greedy squeezes of her prodigious melons, "These things are just magical. Can't help but want to fuck them."

Daphne slightly shook as Harry suggested fucking her.

Then he dragged that thick, veiny cock back... and then pushed it forward, squeezing it deep into the heavenly, plush valley of Daphne's pushed-together mega-titties.

"Bloody hell..!" Harry groaned with delight, "That feels good..! These big tits have been teasing me for so long... You've no idea how badly I wanted to do this..!"

Daphne furrowed her brows in confusion, 'Don't be ridiculous..! Just squeezing your... prick... between my boobs? How could this possibly feel good?' She bit her lip as she kept her mouth closed. Then her brow furrowed deeper, 'And why... w-why does it feel so hot in here..?'

Harry softly groaned, thrusting his hips forward into the tight crevice of Daphne's squeezed-together titty-trap, "Mmm, it's crazy that titties so soft can still feel so firm squeezing my cock like that..! Your boobs are incredible, Daph..!"

Daphne let out a careful breath, feeling his scorching hot manhood slide so firmly through her tits. Her body felt strange; it tingled all over, and she kept resisting the urge to lick her lips and swallow.

She couldn't believe it.

This had nothing to do with sex! All they were doing was... rubbing skin together..! Yet.. and yet...

'Why do my TITS feel good too..?' Daphne moaned in her mind, half-glaring at her boobs as if they betrayed her. She couldn't understand why just having him slide his prick between her tits could make her feel this way.

Harry joined her in silence and focused on his own pleasure. She softly muffled a gasp as he brought his hands down again, squeezing the plump sides of her tits to push them together even more as he sawed his thick log between them.

Softly the two of them were quietly gasping together as Harry pushed his hips forward and fucked her tits single-mindedly. Daphne struggled to come to terms with the sensations and desires sprouting in her heart.

She caught her nostrils flaring as a thick, musky scent wafted up from in front of her. She caught herself drooling, remembering the photos of Astoria's face caked in cum, and lipstick marking that thick, veiny shaft.

'What would it taste like..?' Her mind wondered treacherously before she could stop it.

'Goodness...' Daphne looked up to see Harry softly grunting, working his hips against her plush, cushiony chest. There was a look of raw satisfaction on his face that made her wonder, 'Is he feeling just as good as I did..? When he... licked me..?' If that were the case... then maybe Daphne could understand his ridiculous fascination with these overly big lumps of fat.

She bit her lip quietly as he squeezed her chest firmly, and she trembled as his palms brushed over her hard, pointed nipples, "Nngh..!" Despite herself, she released an unladylike moan. Then, her face went flush with embarrassment.

They continued like that. Daphne struggled to handle the thick, prominent example of true manhood sliding between her huge chest while Harry indulged in his own pleasure.

...Until Astoria couldn't take it anymore.

"Ugh..!"

Daphne jerked her eyes open to see her sister crawl up beside them.

Seeing Harry melt Daphne into a puddle with his tongue had been fun in its own way... but seeing him so fixated on Daphne's stupidly big boobs, the one obvious thing her sister had over her when it came to sex, completely ruined her excitement. Astoria wanted Harry's attention back NOW.

"Are you really going to be satisfied with just her titties..?" She said scornfully, hugging Harry's firm, muscular arm against her own smaller chest. Her red lips curled into a smirk, "I know that's not enough for you, big guy... do we really need to keep this up? It's obvious Daphne's just being a stubborn bitch~"

Daphne gasped at her sister's harsh words and felt a rising spike of anger in her chest, 'I'm only doing this to keep YOU safe!'

Astoria didn't pay her a single glance and just tempted Harry with her naked curves, "Come on... Let's just have some REAL fun..! Heheh, let's show my sister what REAL sex looks like! Mmm, I want you to shove that massive dick down my throat..! Oooh, or maybe you want to give me another nice, big creampie..? Or... since you obviously love this big butt of mine..."

A low growl escaped from the base of Harry's throat. His eyes clouded over with lust.

Daphne's eyes went wide... because she could feel the effect her sister's teasing had on him. His already-huge cock seemed to swell even bigger between her tits and twitched with approval. He turned his gaze away from her and looked ready to push her sister on her back right then and there.

Daphne panicked.

"Y-you can't..!" Daphne held a weak grasp on his wrist, preventing him from pulling away to embrace the horny, naked body of her sister.

"Oh?" Harry turned to her, raising a brow, "I can't? Why not? What's stopping me from ramming your sister's sweet cunt and getting my own satisfaction?"

"You can't… B-because…" Daphne huffed as her sharp mind, full of cunning and guile, struggled to piece together any weak excuse, "You can't… because…"

Her mind was still a foggy mess of pleasure. She was clinging to one last vehement desire. To keep Harry away from her sister at all costs. It was like a lifeline. Daphne's mind rationalized that so long as her sister was kept away from sex… then all the dirty, naughty things she'd been up to… all these terrible, slutty thoughts she'd been having… Then they'd be forgivable, so long as the two of them returned to being 'pure' upright Witches after tonight.

With that goal in her mind, Daphne was ready to say anything… Even…

"Because… I-I still haven't cum..!"

"..huh..?" Astoria shot her sister a look of pure disbelief.

Harry's lips curled into a deep, satisfied smirk, "Oh..?"

"T-that's right…" Daphne panted, with her blonde hair a disheveled mess and her cheeks still flush with colour. She didn't know it, but the expression on her face was no better than all those horny, desperate 'sluts' she'd been looking down on for giving into desire and masturbating every night.

Daphne swallowed, as she insisted, "I still haven't cum..! S-so you can't fuck my sister… Potter…"

Astoria stared at her sister, mouth slightly open. She wasn't surprised by this turn of events. No, she was shocked because for the first time… She'd heard Daphne, the perfect heiress, utter such a vulgar word as 'Fuck'. She couldn't help but let out a laugh, wondering if Daphne had even heard herself.

Harry, on the other hand, was grinning like mad.

'Yes..!' He felt his cock throb dangerously, itching to sink into the sweet, virgin walls of the elder Greengrass heiress.

She knew what she was doing. He could tell by the look in her eye. She was using a flimsy excuse to throw herself beneath him once again… To get another taste of that incredible pleasure that made her sex-starved body cry out with sweet, blissful relief.

Daphne was asking for it this time..!

'And I'll give it to her..!' Harry thought as a primal growl rose in his throat, 'Until she's begging for more! Begging me to forget about our silly 'bet', forget about her twisted little family traditions, and forget about keeping herself pure!'

'Beg me for it, Daphne Greengrass..!' Harry felt his chest swell with desire for the utterly gorgeous blonde lying naked in her bed, 'I want to hear you beg me for it yourself! Then you'll never go back to that bitter and cold, sexless life again!'

…

"Nnnghh~! Mmm..!" Daphne's long, silky blonde hair was strewn about the pillows. Her naked, pale breasts bounced softly on her chest in rolling motions. That pitiful tight undershirt was hanging off the corner of her dresser across the room, with buttons littered everywhere from how roughly Harry had ripped it open.

Daphne was still holding back, biting her lip until it bled to bite back her shameless, slutty voice.

Harry softly kissed her sexy, slender legs. He held them up straight into the air… While his thick trunk of a cock was squeezed tightly between the woman's smooth, pale, 'ladylike' thighs.

Daphne let out nearly pained gasps of pleasure, furrowing her brow intensely with every motion.

Harry ruthlessly sawed his cock between her legs… grinding it firmly against the tender, scorching-hot petals of her desperately soaked pussy. Her tender folds quivered, begging for mercy, as he grinded his thick length against them in persistent motions, bringing Daphne to the brink of ecstasy.

Her throat let out a loud gasping squeal as. Finally, she could keep her lips shut no longer, "Ooooohhh~! M-Morgana..!" She gasped and cursed.

"Mmm~" Another voice moaned, nearly in chorus with Daphne. Astoria was fighting to take Harry's attention away from her sister but had calmed down with the fingers buried deep in her cunt, giving her a nice, juicy climax to keep her overwhelming lust at bay for a little longer.

Harry hugged Daphne's legs to his chest, keeping them up in the air while fucking her soft, smooth thighs with rough strokes, making sure to slide harshly against her soaking twat. Whilst at the same time, knuckle deep in the pussy of the younger sister, feeling her naked boobs against his side and her pants in his ear.

Together, the two of them looked down, delighting in the sweaty, hot mess that Daphne had devolved into.

They were hours into this sweaty session of sex. Trying to vent several years of sexual frustration in a single night. Daphne's body was insatiable, driving the poor blonde nearly mad with these new rampant desires… yet still, she tried to contain them.

'No.' Harry wouldn't humor it anymore. The spell had been broken. Her desires were made clear to her. All that was left was for her to GIVE IN!

"Are you going to reject who you are forever, Daphne?" Harry grunted roughly, watching those giant, heavenly titties slowly bounce as he roughly fucked her thighs, "Look at your sister."

Daphne's pale green eyes fluttered open, casting a glassy-eyed look at Astoria, who was looking back. The two sisters locked eyes but could hardly recognize one another. This night was the first they'd ever seen of each other like this. Naked, sweaty, and overwhelmed by lust. Nothing remained of the pure and modest Greengrass sisters.

Harry's voice was full of frustration and insistence, "Can't you see how happy she is now? Who are you to take that away from her? You're her sister..! It's your duty to accept her no matter how she acts..!"

"Whether she's a pure-bred princess…" Harry turned his lustful eyes to look at the red-faced, aroused expression of Astoria, "Or, nothing but a cock-hungry slut on the inside… who wants nothing more than to be in your place right now, on her back, and getting BRED!"

"Mnngghhh~!" Astoria lowered her face to his neck, kissing and sucking as she bucked her hips around his fingers. Her hot cunt squeezed and squirted through a blissful climax while she moaned his name in pure happiness.

Then, when she glanced down again, she saw Daphne's gaze.

"A-astoria..!" Daphne's voice sounded hot and needy as she looked up at her younger sister. She let out breathy moans every time Harry's thick prick slid through her quivering petals.

Her mind was a total mess. All she could think about was SEX. She was down on her back, hot and horny, while Harry was fucking his stupidly big cock through her thighs, sliding against her naked, unprotected cunt with such forceful thrusts. His hips smacked noisily against her thighs, jolting her entire body forward.

It was like he was fucking her already.

It was so easy to imagine—if Daphne just squeezed her eyes closed, she could feel it. Her pussy was crying out in pure joy, feeling that monstrous thing bring her such unbelievable pleasure.

And he wasn't even inside of her!

"Mmgghh!" Daphne whimpered.

"Ooooh…" Astoria let out a breathy gasp as she looked down at her elder sister. She grew a naughty grin, "Daphne~ C'mon now… Why don't you just give it up? You played the perfect little princess for our dear Mummy for three years at Hogwarts already… Isn't that enough..?"

Astoria let go of Harry's neck and pulled her sinful, fuckable curves away from her big-dicked stud to slide down beside her top-heavy sister. She looked down at Daphne's raised legs, watching with a gasp as the thick, heavy crown of Harry's cock came shooting through her tightly-squeezed thighs, thrusting all the way up to her belly button, threatening just how deep he'd re-arrange her sister's guts with that one-eyed monster.

Astoria swallowed, and smirked at her sister's pathetic, mewling expression, "God..! He's practically fucking you already, Daph… Mmm, he's thrusting against your slick, soaking-wet pussy so hard right now..! You know…"

Astoria slipped down beside her sister's panting face and continued tormenting her with such naughty words, "It'd be so easy for him to just… slip inside right now… He'd just have to draw back a little too far… then shove it right inside your perfectly pure pussy"

"Haah..! Haaah..! Oh god..!" Daphne's tender voice was reaching a new height, brought on by the sinful suggestions of her own sister.

Now, she felt doomed. There was nothing on her mind but deep, irresistible curiosity. Intense desire. The question, 'What would it feel like..?' It was repeated in her mind again and again as she imagined the 'innocent' mistake Harry could make… and despoil her forever by stretching her tight, virgin walls with his utterly huge wizard cock!

By this point, Daphne couldn't deny it, 'It'd feel so amazing' She moaned inside her head, not brave enough to voice such thoughts aloud.

"Just imagine…" Astoria moaned in her ear, "How good it would feel~ There's NOTHING like getting your pussy stretched by that huge cock, Daph~"

"And then…" Astoria leaned down further, breathing on her sister's cheek as she teased Daphne with hot words in her ear, "He'll pump you full of cum~"

"!" Daphne's breath left her lungs.

"He'll flood this tight little belly of yours in rich~ creamy~ CUM" Astoria panted in Daphne's ear, "He'll empty those fat fucking NUTS inside your hungry womb, drowning those fertile eggs of yours in his delicious seed~"

"Oh shiiiiit..!" Daphne swore with a shriek, squeezing her eyes closed as she squirted a fresh mess on the underside of Harry's pistoning meat rod.

She couldn't do it.

How could she?

Turbulent magic raged inside her core, a wild maelstrom that fed her deepest, most repressed desires. Her primal, basest desires as a woman. The very same magic that she studied so hard to hone, that she was so proud to have mastered, was now urging her to break every rule her mother had ever set. To open her legs to a man out of wedlock and become a beast in a rut, indulging in pleasure.

Countless Witches before her failed to resist these natural urges and spent lives desperately trying to satisfy themselves with fingers, toys, or even the embrace of another similarly frustrated Lady.

And Daphne was having these intense desires erupt inside of her suddenly… With the prime example of a perfect breeding stallion right here in front of her.

It was a miracle Daphne had lasted this long.

"D-do it..!" Her voice came out suddenly, in a breathless shriek.

Harry's fiery green eyes stared down at her with raw desire. They twisted as they heard her wanton confession and burned with the promise to take her.

"Do it..!" Daphne repeated, matching his hot gaze with her own, "There's no way I could possibly resist… and…" Daphne bit her lip as she finally admitted, "I don't want to anymore…"

Astoria's eyes sparkled with impish delight, witnessing the final fall of her 'perfect' sister.

Harry wore a look of carnal hunger. Daphne's tender, begging voice was so powerful. It spurned him on to fold her in half and ravage her.

Harry slid the rugged length of his shaft down Daphne's tender lower lips, reaching the excited, flaring tip to her yet unexplored depths. He saw the look of naked excitement on her face, as her legs softly opened wider with anticipation.

There was a cloud of lingering doubt in Daphne's mind, 'Am I really doing this..? What would my mother say..? I must look like such a slag right now..!' But unlike before, Daphne didn't associate those thoughts with disgust or apathy. Instead, they were fueling the fire inside her loins, making her abuzz with anticipation for the moment.

Harry's own arousal was like a dam about to burst. He'd been anticipating this moment all day. Even dragging Astoria up to the Slytherin Dorms and breaking into her sister's room had him simmering with lust. He vented it on Astoria's plush curves, painting her womb white as they fucked like rabbits, staining Daphne's bed with their scent... But it didn't calm him down. That was just a warm-up, whetting his appetite.

He'd undertaken the Black Family rituals and ramped up his insatiable desire for sex, combining it with excessive urges to breed and impregnate these closeted, slutty Witches and their hyper-fertile bodies... Ever since then, Harry hadn't been rejected once. Not until Daphne. That made him want her even more. Not just for a cheap fuck or another womb to carry his offspring... But he wanted to see her drop that high-and-mighty act and embrace her natural instincts as a Witch.

So now that he had her wound up and ready to go, begging for it herself, Harry's desire boiled over. With a sense of conquest, Harry watched Daphne's face warp as the thick, fist-sized cock helmet of his Witch-breeding cock popped through the tight seal of her pussy and drove into her unexplored walls.

"Ooooohh~!" For a proud but well-mannered girl, Daphne's voice was a wanton moan of pleasure as her eyes went wide. She went from a dull, cold void of pleasure... to experiencing the greatest desire of any Witch. An utterly huge, masculine cock stretched out her tight pussy, scrapping against every hyper-sensitive bump and pleat throughout her inner tunnel.

He grunted with satisfaction as her voice broke into a shriek, and her pussy satisfied his aching cock with a snug grip. He kept pushing deeper while Daphne's body tightened and her fists balled up the emerald sheets on the bed beneath her. Then he let out a sigh of relief as he bumped against her cervix, savoring the feeling of a truly inexperienced cunt.

Daphne's pussy was something special. Unlike all the Witches before her, Daphne had no experience with sexual pleasure at all. All the other Witches were intimately familiar with their sensitive, overly needy cunnies. The only way to placate their thirsty wombs was to frig themselves silly until the ache tapered off once again. But Daphne? She'd never even touched herself down there.

"Damn..!" Harry swore and released a soft chuckle. He looked down at the tight, squeezed look on Daphne's face and realised he would have to take it slow. She looked ready to faint already, releasing guttural moans. If he selfishly indulged himself, seeking to satisfy his own urges, then she wouldn't last five minutes.

So he released a deep breath, watching the two creamy mountains on Daphne's chest softly roll as her lungs gasped for air. He grinned at her, "How's it feel Daph..?"

"Oh..! Goodness..!" Daphne barely bit back a curse as she came down from her first pleasure high, feeling her guts stuffed full of thick, wizard cock, "I-It's so... BIG..!" Her voice stretched out in a gritted-teeth groan.

Astoria softly moaned beside him, eyes locked on her sister's speared pussy lips, "Hehehe~" She couldn't help but giggle. It hadn't even been a week since Astoria was in her sister's place. Back then, she panicked at the mere mention of Daphne. She'd been scared. Scared and jealous. She was worried that Daphne would steal Harry away from her, and she'd be left out and forgotten once again. But now, she realised how silly that was.

She giggled to herself, 'Daphne's no match for that Hippogriff cock~!' Astoria didn't feel any possessive urge to monopolize Harry's cock... because, frankly, she couldn't do it. Even if she tried, Harry would work her over in no time. She'd be passed out, drooling and gaping, while some other Lucky Witch took her turn on their mutual stud's pleasure wand.

"I-I can't believe..!" Daphne's voice came out in a quick burst. Her pale green eyes were wide, staring down between her buxom breasts to see that huge pillar stuffed deep in her twat. Her hand came out to rest on her belly, feeling it bulge with the outline of his cock inside of her, "H-how does it fit..?"

Harry flashed a cheeky grin, "Like magic..! Mmm, your pussy really is such a treat, Daphne.." Harry made her squeak with a light roll of his hips, savoring the feeling of her hot, slick walls lightly spasming around his thickness. Daphne's pussy was almost cute. It quivered and shook like it didn't know how to handle the big, beefy brute that forced itself deep inside. And every little movement made the once 'pure' princess let out a sweet moan.

Slowly, her expression came out naturally. The familiar, flushed, eager eyes of a Witch indulging in pleasure rather than burying herself behind a mountain of shame.

"You're bloody gorgeous..!" Harry exclaimed.

"W-what are you saying..?!" Daphne's voice tightly rose as she felt her heart squeeze in her chest. She had never been a woman easily impressed by simple flattery... and yet when Harry spoke, even the most basic compliments caused a physical reaction in her body.

It was something that Daphne still hadn't figured out in her innocence. Sex wasn't just a physiological thing. It was psychological, too, and with her magically-sealed libido unleashed and wreaking havoc on her mind, every signal of attraction that came from her new lover was amplifying all the intense feelings.

With just one compliment, Daphne panicked at the way she clenched up, squeezing his cock even harder with her insides while confusing emotions stormed inside her chest.

Then Harry leaned down and grabbed her.

"H-huh..?" Daphne's hands clutched to the bed as Harry lifted her light, nubile body like a featherweight. She yelped in confusion as one strong arm wrapped around her thin, slender back, and he reached down to pull her onto his lap.

"Haah..." She huffed, still reeling from the feeling of his massive monster-cock sheathed in her overly-sensitive cunny. She found herself looking straight into the dreamy, vibrant green eyes of Harry Potter. Her fat, squishy chest was pressed against his while he held her firmly and possessively, tight against his body.

She froze, petrified with his face right close to hers, and felt his breath on her tender lips.

"You've got so much to learn, Daphne..." Even his low, throaty chuckle felt like it sent a tingling shock from her ears, down her spine, "...But don't worry... With sex, experience is the best teacher..."

"Mmphh?!" Daphne's eyes shot open in shock as Harry finally stole her lips in a hot, fierce kiss. With one arm around the small arch of her back and another firm hand on her plump backside, Daphne had nowhere to go.

Nor did she want to.

"Mmm~" Daphne's eyes fluttered close as a strange sense of bliss came to fog up her mind the moment Harry's rough lips began to toy with hers. She felt his tongue slide into her mouth to play and just gave in to the feelings. Daphne gave up control and embraced her deepest instincts.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs around his waist. Then she hugged him fiercely, fingers sliding through his raven-black hair. She didn't understand why just a simple kiss made her body tingle all over, but she didn't care. She just wanted more. She moaned into his mouth, trying to fight back with her tongue, and before she knew it, she was grinding on his lap. Her hips worked naturally, seeking more of that intense stimulation that made her brain go blank.

"Oh shit..!" To the side, Astoria softly gasped. She sucked on her wet fingers and plunged them down to plug her leaking pussy. She'd already taken many loads in her hungry cunt, but watching her sister crumble like a house of cards around Harry's cock just made her ache for another round.

Astoria furrowed her brow as her raw arousal showed on her pretty features, showing her resemblance to her sister. She watched Daphne, impaled on Harry's thick, juicy cock, start to hump his lap in a desperate heat, and moan into a hot, wet kiss. Astoria moaned, 'Merlin..! She's actually doing it..! My sister is getting FUCKED..! Oooh~'

As Astoria softly panted, schlicking her fingers deep into her red snatch. Her mind was a downward spiral of lewd thoughts, 'I never thought she would ever crack... Even after Harry broke me so easily... Shit..! I never thought Daphne could sound like that..! Could wear such a naughty expression on her face..!' Astoria's smaller, plump tits heaved as she sucked in a hot breath. Then Ginny's naughty ideas wormed their way back to the front of her mind as she gasped, 'She... she looks so hot right now'

While Astoria watched, Harry squeezed a firm handful of Daphne's plump ass and began helping her along, firmly screwing her tight, slippery folds on his beefy member. Her hot moans rose in pitch, swallowed up in a greedy kiss.

'Fuck yes..!' Harry soaked up the pleasurable feeling of the hot, hungry cunt squeezing down on his prick. He got to experience first-hand the moment when Daphne Greengrass began to accept the pleasure or perhaps started to lose herself in it. She rocked her hips against his in a sloppy, amateurish way, trying to enhance the incredible feelings she was enjoying.

Harry loved how her soft, curvy body pressed so insistently against him. The way she moaned into his mouth, leaning into the kiss and begging for more, and the way she grabbed his shoulders for leverage as she tried to work her hips made him go mad. She let out a delighted moan as he squeezed her plush, squeezable rump and lifted her up with one strong arm.

"Mmnnuah~" Daphne's wet lips broke off from his as he raised her up... Then dropped her down in one smooth motion, "Aaaaaaaahhh~!" Her smooth blonde hair was tossed behind her as she threw her head back in a loud squeal.

Then Harry dropped his other hand down to grab her thigh and guide her on slow but firm motions, drilling his thick cock through every quivering inch of her inexperienced, sexually awakened pussy.

"O-oh..! S-slow down..!" Daphne's voice came out in a gasping tone, "T-too much..! I-I can't even think..!"

"It's sex. You are not supposed to think!" Harry grinned at her cute, overwhelmed expression, "This is me going slow, princess. Believe me, I'm itching to slam your tight cunt down and fuck you until you really start screaming!"

"Oh god..! Oh merlin..!" Daphne's body shuddered at the thought and the crass language he was using.

Harry bounced her on his lap, feeling her slick juices flowing like a damn fountain from their joint sexes, "I'd love to treat you just like all the other Witches and give this frustrated pussy a right thorough pounding... You've been teasing me with these fat tits in that tight blazer since the day we returned to the castle..! And since you've been playing hard to get, I couldn't get my mitts on them!"

"Nnngh~!" Daphne softly squirmed, squeezing her eyes shut.

Harry squeezed her plump rear, grinding her firmly down on his cock. He was making sure his fat mushroom tip was scratching the sensitive spots in the back of her tunnel, driving her to the brink.

"Oooh~!" Daphne found herself clutching his body, digging her nails against his back. He bounced and rocked her on his cock in shallow, but rapid thrusts. She murmured nearly deliriously, "It feels good..! Oh shit..! It feels so good..!"

His throaty chuckle reverberated in her core.

"You haven't seen anything yet love." His deep promise made her body tighten in anticipation.

Daphne slipped into a trance of pleasure and passion. All she could do was greedily grind her slender, womanly hips against Harry's lap, desperate to seek out that thrumming, unbelievable pleasure. One orgasm faded into the next, until she was completely lost in a sea of hazy pleasure, panting voicelessly in his ear.

She only came to her senses feeling her own back arch dramatically as Harry dipped her back. She yelped in fear, clinging to his neck, as her messy blonde tresses hung below, falling upon the bed. Then she felt his hot, hungry mouth seal over her huge globes of womanly softness. He sucked firmly, teasing her sensitive nipple as he kept bucking his unbelievable girth into her clenching, juicy cunt.

Even taking it slow... It was far too much for a woman who had her senses of pleasure and desire so heavily repressed throughout her life.

Daphne released a shrill voice as she came yet again, spraying their joint sexes in her sweet juices. Her eyes rolled back as her cunt clamped down HARD. She latched onto the bedsheets, clutching them tight as her back arched in absolute pleasure.

"Shit..!" Astoria softly cried, watching her sister. It was followed by wet schlicks as her fingers kept curling deeper inside her snug cunt.

Harry slowed his pace and let her ride out this insane climax.

Then she fell back onto the bed, panting roughly, and Harry cursed, "Damn. Astoria! Get that thick ass over here."

"H-huh?" Astoria gasped, two-knuckles deep in her own cunt. Her thighs snapped shut around her hand as Harry called out to her, and she slightly flushed.

"Now! Climb on top of your sister!" Harry barked a firm command, making her jolt into motion.

"O-Okay!" Astoria scrambled over and climbed over Daphne.

...The wrong way. Astoria had a few days of prolific sexual discovery with Harry and his harem of horny witches, but she was still a novice compared to an average perverted Witch. So she leaned over Daphne's body, confused, and looked up at Harry.

He grunted with frustration and said, "Bugger it..!"

"A-aah?!" Astoria softly yelped as Harry reached up and grabbed her dark hair. Then he jerked her forcefully down. She yelped, but it wasn't exactly in pain. Instead, she moaned under the irresistible strength that forced her to obey its command. Her pussy drooled in submission.

'S-so strong' She grew a happy, lewd smile, even with Harry bunching up her hair almost painfully in his fist.

Harry waved his hand, and Astoria gasped in confusion as her mouth opened up wide.

"GGLLLLRRRRRK~!"

Astoria choked noisily.

In one smooth motion, Harry pulled his cock from the silky, soaking-wet tunnel of Daphne's snug cunt and jammed his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in her little sister's stretched-wide mouth. He grunted and bucked his hips, stretching her tight throat massively with his girth.

"GGGLLLCK~! GLLLCK~! GLLLCK~! GLLCK~! GLLLCK~!"

Expectedly, Astoria choked and gagged noisily every time he rammed her gullet full of his massive meat. But Harry didn't feel any pity for the girl as she struggled to get control of herself with the monolithic cock suddenly deepthroating her. If he hadn't cast a few quick spells to ensure her throat really could take it, her reaction would've been much worse.

But... He didn't feel bad for even a second. After all, when he told her to climb on top, it'd been her pussy he was after... It was Astoria's fault for misunderstanding. He made due with her throat in the meantime.

"Shit..! That feels great..!" Harry grunted, brushing Astoria's dark locks and gathering them in a much better grip while he thrusts his hips forward in a brutal skull-fuck. The younger woman choked loudly as tears slid down her cheeks, and spittle flew from her drooling lips... but she didn't even try to get him to stop. She was too busy frigging her soaking cunt in raw excitement.

"GGGLLLCK~! GLLLCK~! GLLLCK~! GLLCK~! GLLLCK~!"

Harry knew Daphne wasn't going to last. But he wasn't going to keep fucking her if she passed out. Not from some sense of morality. No, he had no compunction about fucking a pass-out Witch. When the impossible task of dealing with Harry's enhanced sex drive was dropped on only Ginny and Hermione, the feisty red-headed slut BEGGED him to keep fucking her, even if she passed out.

Rather, Harry merely thought it'd be a damn shame if Daphne missed the moment he pumped her thirsty, neglected womb full of fresh, hot cum. If a Witch felt half as good from a creampie as Harry felt giving them, then that would be tragic. Especially her first creampie!

So, while Daphne was huffing desperately on the bed, trying to drag her head out from the clods, Harry had to give her a break. But if he just sat there on his ass and waited... His orgasm would die out, and they'd be back at square one! With a mad case of blue balls, no doubt!

So, Harry let Daphne be and kept himself nice and hard by hammering her sister's throat in the meantime.

"GGGLLLCK~! GLLLCK~! GLLLCK~! GLLCK~! GLLLCK~!"

"Fuck... That's a good girl... Take it.! Astoria..!" Harry stared down, seeing the pale green eyes of Astoria sparkling with delight, even as she choked and gagged loudly. She was loving it! His nostrils flared with lust. He drove his hips forward harder.

"Naughty little thing..! Are you gonna cum..?" Harry looked down at her with a mocking tone, "Gonna get yourself off from a wizard grabbing your hair and choking you on such a big dick? Imagine if your mother could see you now..!"

At the mention of her mother, Astoria's eyes rolled back as a heavy moan vibrated her throat around his cock. She came messily, spraying Daphne's sheets in her sweet fluids while Harry jack-hammered her throat—using her as a tool for his own pleasure.

The thought of her mother catching her, witnessing Astoria's true nature, and seeing her daughter act like such a depraved, cock-craving bint made her cum hard. It was exaggerated by another lewd thought that spun around in her perverted mind—The thought, or rather the realisation, that she was being used. Being used as nothing but cheap toy, a cock-warmer, while Harry took a break from her sister's pussy.

Astoria's eyes fluttered in a whorish moan around his cock, kissing his root every time he forced it down her bulging throat. Her fingers were a flurry between her plush thighs, stirring up a wet mess as she was made to slurp Daphne's pussy juices off of Harry's cock.

"GGGLLLCK~! GLLLCK~! GLLLCK~! GLLCK~! GLLLCK~!"

That was the sight that Daphne saw as she finally got control of herself. The utterly perverted sight of her sister, half-leaning over her spread legs and getting her throat wrecked by Harry's cock. She saw the gleeful look in her sister's eyes, even though they were a mess of tears and runny makeup.

Daphne softly whimpered, feeling a strange ache in her loins. It felt so barren without that huge, throbbing beast buried deep inside now. And there was something else... A profound feeling of emptiness that Daphne couldn't understand but made her yearn for Harry to come back. That empty feeling was in the center of her belly... Her womb.

"..Harry..!" She didn't even realise it, but she'd softly gasped his name. She had one hand sliding down her belly to reach for her naked quim.

"Hahahah... welcome back..!" Harry grinned roguishly and pulled his spit-slathered cock from Astoria's drooling mouth.

"Aaah~! Haaah~! Heheh" Astoria's wet gasp turned into a perverted giggle as she leaned forward to follow him, slurping and kissing at his erect length with single-minded focus.

Harry chuckled and looked down at her.

Daphne's body tightened up. She let out an unwilling moan as firm, phantom pleasure made her pussy twinge intensely. A look of trepidation covered her aristocratic features as she wondered if she could even survive another round with that huge thing re-arranging her guts.

Then a flash of movement caught her eye as a thin, white wand leapt off the bed into Harry's hand. He looked surprised to see it. The slender shape of Daphne's Silver Elm wand was eager to obey his command.

He turned it toward her and dipped the tip to her naked navel, "I never thought I'd use something like this..." Harry muttered. Daphne watched closely as her wand expelled a dull grey light that soaked into her skin. She felt a tingle in her lower body that quickly faded.

Then Harry tossed her wand away and stroked her sister's hair, "Good girl..." His voice said lowly, stroking Astoria's hair. He gently pulled her away, ignoring her moans of disappointment, while he brought his cock back to Daphne's pussy.

"Ooooh..!" Daphne moaned with deep satisfaction as he sank back into her velvet walls. She soaked in the feeling of contentment that came with the sense of his incredible size stretching her insides so wholly.

"Feels good, right..?" Harry said, hovering above her.

"Yes..!" Daphne gasped willingly. By this point, she was immersed in the feelings and pleasure of sex. She'd forgotten all about the perfect pureblood princess she was meant to be, and was lost in the moment of passion.

"Hahah..!" Harry lifted up one of her legs to push his cock deeper into her walls, making her moan loudly, "That's good..! It seems like you'll be able to take it after all..."

The little spell Harry had cast was not something he'd ever intended to really use. At least not for this purpose. It was a punishment spell from the Black Library, made for those who went a little too crazy at times. It was meant to force temporary abstinence from sex, not too dissimilar to Daphne's own 'Contraception' spell. But Harry was able to cast it at a much weaker potency.

In other words, it made a Witch less sensitive to sex. It was something he'd never really considered until now... But if Daphne wanted to keep her senses and enjoy her first night of sex, then this was better for the time being.

"Now I think you can take it..." Harry spoke lowly, looking into the anticipatory green eyes of the young woman beneath him. Her breath hitched as he bent her legs backward, folding her in half in preparation to hammer her poor, virgin cunt as he pleased.

"Mmm~!" Astoria moaned in excitement, ready for the show to begin in earnest. She was filled with thrilling anticipation, wanting to see her stuffy, traditionalist sister truly break beneath this stud, "Fuck her, Harry"

"Gladly..!"

"Oooohh~!"

Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~!

Daphne's voice pierced the air as she finally understood what caused Susan Bones to let out such immodest sounds in the ladies' room with Harry Potter... and the utterly satisfied look on her younger sister's face when she was getting railed by such forceful sex.

Harry weakened her sensitivity just enough that her mind could endure the onslaught. He kept her hanging on, trapped in a storm of pleasure while he battered her tender, inexperienced pussy with relentless, selfish thrusts, rocking her world with powerful orgasms.

He didn't show her sensuous, bombshell body any mercy.

For a woman who had been mentally and physically blocked from anything sexual, Harry gave her a crash course in the most quick, dirty, and pleasurable way possible.

Daphne fell forward onto the bed, gasping for air, until Harry grabbed her arms and lifted her up.

"Oh shit..!" Astoria cried out excitedly as Daphne was lifted up in the air with his big, firm arms hooked under her knees. Her sister's naked, sweaty tits heaved for air, while her pretty pink petals were split open, dropped on Harry's cock in a vicious treatment.

Harry grunted as he held Daphne's bodacious body aloft in his strong arms. He dropped her tight, juicy pussy on the thick spearhead of his thick cock, making her cry out in pleasure.

Daphne was drowning in pleasure, feeling so overwhelmingly aroused by the hot, passionate sex she was so immersed in. The feeling of being carried and fucked by Harry's big dick made her body and mind radiate with delight.

'T-this brute… t-this scoundrel… t-this… b-barbarian!' Daphne internally cried, 'He's FUCKING me like I'm just one of his cheap SLUTS' Her eyes fluttered, rolling back in their sockets as those thoughts only spurned her pleasure to even greater heights, making her pussy spasm with climactic delight.

Harry grunted roughly, slamming Daphne down in violent, rapid thrusts.

Astoria drooled, watching his muscles flex as he treated her sister's pussy so roughly. She stared at the heavy, huge balls, so swollen and full of that rich, Witch-breeding cum, and realised what was about to happen.

Panting, Astoria crawled over, "Are you going to do it, Harry~? Your balls look so FULL" She moaned whorishly, and leaned in to hold one of those heavy nuts in her hand before leaning down to give it a wet smooch, "You look ready to blow, heheh Come on, Harry..! Do it..! I want to see the moment my sister realises what it means to be a WITCH~!"

As Astoria's voice rose in a wanton cry, Daphne's mind barely managed to navigate through the fog for just one moment.

'His balls? What is she...' Daphne only managed to catch on because she was Astoria's sister. Something in her tone tipped Daphne off that she should be concerned. Then, she connected it all together in a scattered mess of logic.

Harry's balls were full. His cock was still buried threateningly in her cunt. Astoria cried out for him to 'finish' it. For Daphne to become a true 'Witch'.

'Oh fuck..!' With a startling realisation, Daphne realised what was about to happen, 'He's going to cum inside me! S-shit..!' In a sudden panic, one small part of her rationality returned. The part of her that was still her mother's daughter that had been buried deeply in her psyche by the raw passion and pleasure of her awakened sex drive.

He absolutely could not cum inside her.

"W-wait..!" She weakly cried, but her voice was so faint after all their indulgent sex.

Astoria smiled lewdly, "Fuck her, stud" Her voice rose in pitch with perverse delight, excitement thrumming in her heart as she joyously urged him, "Empty these huge, swollen balls! Pump my sister's pussy full of that rich, amazing cum! Fucking BREED HER, HARRY"

'Breed?' The last gasp of Daphne's rationality froze at that single term.

Breeding.

It was so vulgar, comparing them to animals... and yet something inside her seemed to snap. She finally realised what the source of that dull, ache in her belly was. What she felt so hungry for. So unsatisfied. As she imagined Harry Potter filling her core, with his hot, rich, fertile seed, Daphne swore.

"Oh fuck..!" Her voice cracked, realising that the 'powerful' Greengrass 'family magic'. The Contraception spell that protected her purity was completely gone. If he came inside her right now...

"D-do it..!" Astoria cried, but her voice didn't sound right. It was gasping and weak, like it was in pain... Then Daphne realised those words had come from her own mouth.

Her eyes squeezed closed as she cried out, "Do it, Harry..! Cum inside me~!"

Harry growled in her ear, "Is that what you want? For me to cum inside you like one of my horny sluts?" His rugged voice in her ear made her body feel hot, "You'll never be able to go back, Daphne..! You'll get just as knocked up as your sister! Once I've seeded you, you'll be mine forever!"

But, in her current situation, how could she possibly give a fair answer? Maybe if she had a moment to break away and clear her head, she still could've returned to the pure, innocent Witch her mother wanted her to be.

'No...' Daphne thought, 'How could I possibly forget this stupidly huge COCK..!?'

"I want it..!" She all but shouted, raising her rough, abused voice to make her desire clear, "I-Inside..! Just do it..! Make me feel what my sister was willing to betray our family for!"

"That's what I wanted to hear!" His voice grunted roughly in her ear as he slammed her down violently on his cock, "Fucking take it, Daphne!"

Her pure, tender walls clenched down so tightly around his prick as if scared of what was about to happen. His cock swelled even bigger, forcing itself deeper until the flaring tip was primed like a mighty cannon at the entrance of her womb. Then it exploded, blasting its first massive shot straight into her thirsty, cum-starved womb.

"Nnngggghhhhhh~!"

Daphne's mind went white. She screeched loudly, like a harlot, as an intense pleasure flooded her deepest depths, filling her belly with hot ecstasy. Her pussy spasmed desperately around the jutting, lurching cock inside her, filling her to the brim with his fertile, magically-rich seed.

"Mmm~!" Astoria trembled slightly, cumming around her own fingers as she buried her face in those sweaty, flexing balls. She moaned with perverse glee, feeling the moment he emptied those swollen cum-tanks into her sister's prudish cunt, "Heheh~! Fuuck~! So much..! Fill her up, stud" She murmured as she planted wet kisses and lewd licks on his heavy nuts, urging his balls to do a good job and knock her sister up!

Astoria raised her eyes to see the beautiful pink slit speared open by that huge pussy-pounding pillar. She saw watched with rapturous attention as Harry's huge balls jumped in her hand, pumping powerful shots into her sister's cunt. At the same time, her sister squealed like she'd never heard before, and she saw that pretty pink slit squirt like a fountain.

"Hehehe~" Astoria giggled as she watched the proof of Daphne's pleasure. The same snobby sister that turned her nose up at sex and scorned Astoria away from masturbation was cumming like crazy from a big, fat wizard dick!

She watched, savoring the moment. Astoria silently committed it to memory. The absolutely fucked-silly look on her sister's face and the way her tightly sealed pussy burst with creamy cum, flooding the evidence of her first-ever creampie onto the Slytherin sheets below.

Then Harry breathed a deep sigh of relief and muttered, "Ah, that felt good..! How about you Daph?"

"...a-aah... nngghh..!" Came the quiet, shaky response from Daphne's broken voice.

"Hahaha!" Harry lightly laughed and let her go.

"Ooof..!" Astoria was forced to catch her, sitting in front of them to watch the show, and held her sweaty, naked, freshly-fucked sister in her arms. She was filled with a peculiar feeling.

As she peeked over Daphne's shoulder, she saw that monstrous meat still towering tall, dripping with a mixture of sex juices. Astoria swallowed and stared at it greedily. She licked her lips and clutched her sister's trembling body.

Harry looked down to meet her gaze and ran a hand through her hair, "Looks like Daph is out already... But I'm still itching for more..." He slid his hand down the side of her face, across her cheek, then ghosted a thumb across her lips. She obediently sucked it into her mouth, softly moaning with anticipation.

"Y-yesh..! Harry"

Astoria gleefully threw her sister's half-conscious body to the side and eagerly got down on her back and bent her legs behind her head, begging him to destroy her slutty, painfully aroused pussy, after such a hot show.

"Aiiiieeeee~!" Astoria squealed like a banshee as Harry plugged her tight twat, and another round of ferocious sex broke out on Daphne's bed.

The night had only just begun for the Greengrass sisters...

...

...

...

Harry thought it was a beautiful thing, the way these two young women had transformed.

"Oh yes..! FUCK ME, Harry..!" Daphne gasped erotically, with her arms jerked back behind her. She was pushed roughly, with her giant tits flattened against the fancy, full-body mirror in the corner of her room. The same mirror she'd used to make sure her appearance was flawless each and every morning in the castle. Now she'd never be able to give her uniform one last look without seeing this whorish expression looking back at her. Harry fucked her hard from behind, shaking the mirror with every thrust.

"Heheh, that's more like it, Daphne... but you've got to be more creative..." Astoria praised her sister for the vulgar language. But then she pressed her own naked, fuckable curves into Harry's side, "Right, stud..? I'm sure railing my sister's hot cunt feels so good for that big dick of yours... Heheh, but I bet I can convince you to give it up..." She grabbed his hand and brought it down to her own slick cunny, humping his hand in a desperate heat.

"What do you say..?" Astoria gasped, looking up at him with hot, 'fuck-me' eyes, "Feel how fucking wet I am for you, Harry? Why bother with my sister's cunt, when you've got a tighter, hotter pussy just begging for it..?"

"Nngh..! A-astoria..!" Daphne barked at her, throwing a frustrated look over her naked shoulder, "L-leave him to fuck me in peace..!"

"Easy girls..!"

Smack~!

"Aah..!"

"Kyah.!"

Daphne's pert, round ass got a harsh spank in warning while Astoria yelped as her clit was mercilessly pinched.

"Play nice," Harry growled and pulled Astoria closer. He silenced both sisters. Astoria, with a hot kiss and a dexterous hand teasing her cunt, while Daphne was too busy shrieking as he hammered her pussy raw from behind.

A sibling rivalry wasn't necessarily a bad thing... In fact, it was rather hot when those sisters were competing for his attention and his cock, during sex.

But it still didn't sit quite right with him. After all, Astoria's relationship with her sister seemed horrible before he interjected. He wanted to make it right. Plus... He already promised he'd make these two 'get along'.

But Harry came prepared. After all, this was something he swore the night he fucked Daphne's younger sister into submission and finally made Astoria give up the game.

His plan was as usual. As subtle as a rampaging Nundu.

"Aiiee~!" Astoria let out a cute squeal as Harry grabbed one hand of her big, meaty ass and threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She giggled with delight, getting manhandled by her strong, domineering wizard.

Daphne, he grabbed by the arm and jerked her around, regretfully dragging his cock out of her silken tunnel as he pushed her forward and sent her stumbling toward the bed.

"W-wha-?! H-hey..! Ooooh~!" Daphne didn't have time to complain as she fell forward onto her knees. Astoria was tossed, squealing over her head, then Daphne was lifted up and pinned flat on her stomach as that thick, beefy cock pillaged her pussy hard from behind, "Oooh, FUUUUCK!"

Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~!

Far from the stoic, prideful Witch she was before, Daphne cried out wantonly, "Fuuck, yeeees~! Harry..! You're so DEEEEP~!"

"Mm..." Astoria pouted as she climbed up on her knees for another kiss while Harry busied himself by pounding Daphne's tender white cheeks red from above, "MwuahIt's not fair~ You're spoiling her~" She whined, pouting those big, plush lips.

"Mm... Be patient. Remember how Ginny took the sidelines to let you have all your fun on your first night.."

"Hmph." Astoria didn't like it but went quiet, looking down at her sister's prone body getting fucked so heavily into the mattress.

Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~!

"Fuck me~! Fuck me~! Fuck meee~!" Daphne squealed as she came around his pistoning cock, burying her head into the bedsheets only to raise her voice and beg for more, "Oh god..! I can't believe how good it feels..! I never knew..!" Daphne moaned mournfully.

Astoria, despite herself, smirked, "Mmm... It feels good, right? Like you could never go without it again?" Her voice was somewhat mean, as she felt vindicated for Daphne riding her ass so hard about staying away from sex.

"Yees~!" Daphne agreed with a carnal moan, not hearing the bite in her sister's tone, "I didn't know..! I didn't know! If I knew it was going to feel so..! Oh god!" Daphne buried her face in the sheets, eyes fluttered closed in raw pleasure.

Harry grinned over her, still driving his hips down with thundering thrusts, "I could've just done this in the first place, you know..." He said with a cheeky laugh.

Daphne's luscious eyelashes fluttered. Her eyes rolled behind their lids. Her voice breathlessly whined, "Why didn't you? W-we could've been having sex for so long..!"

Astoria giggled, "I said the same thing~" Her voice took delight in the fact that THIS was what her sister had turned into... Nothing but another one of Harry's cock-drunk sluts

Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~!

With Astoria half demeaning and half praising her sister for crying out like a true slut, Harry kept pounding Daphne's thick, bouncing booty red until he was buried to the hilt and pumped her full of cum once again. Then he dragged his cock out and flipped her over, watching it ooze thickly from her gaping twat.

Astoria leaned over to smooch him hungrily, fisting his slick cock as she begged for her own turn.

Harry smiled as he looked at the needy gleam in Astoria's eye, 'I think it's time for these two sisters to work it out...'

Then he spoke, "Astoria..."

"Yes, Harry~!" She responded like a puppy, eager to please. Especially if it meant drawing his attention onto her rather than her sister.

He shamelessly took advantage, "I need you to do something for me."

"Anything!"

He waved his hand a small, thin vial shot out of a bag he'd stashed in the corner. As he caught it, Astoria's eyes were drawn to a curious, hot-pink liquid swirling inside a crystal vial. Little blue explosions of colour popped within.

"Is this..?" Astoria asked with shaky breath.

Harry grew a devious grin, "Of course."

Astoria was introduced to this world of pleasure through the 'Veela Enclave'... and she'd been a frequent visitor since, on 'dates' with Ginny and Harry. That meant she had an idea of what to expect from this thing.

...Except that this little brew was special. It wasn't on the bar's shelf of 'special drinks'. So, most likely, Astoria thought it was one of the 'Stamina Enhancers' the girls loved to talk about.

Harry shamelessly allowed this misunderstanding, "Will you drink it for me, Astoria?"

"Of course I will!" She snatched it out of his hand and popped the cork. Then she threw it back all at once.

Harry watched with a growing grin.

"Mmmm..." Astoria's hands softly shook as she lowered the vial. Her cheeks were puffed up, like she hadn't swallowed a single drop. Her face flushed red, and her cute, slender nose flared with heated breaths. She looked terribly confused.

She was growing hotter by the second... More excited. Aroused. Exactly as she'd expected... But something was very, very different. Thoughts that had never fully surfaced in Astoria's mind were now rising to the forefront of her thoughts and desires all at once.

Her eyes looked over to the side... where Daphne glanced up to meet her gaze.

"Haah... A-astoria..?" Her exhausted sister softly gasped, looking at her curiously, "What's..?"

Astoria leapt atop her sister's naked body.

"Mmmph~!"

"MMPPH?!" Daphne jerked and tried to get away for a moment... then suddenly stilled.

Harry watched, still smirking. The two sisters joined together in a hot, sealed lip-lock. Their eyes softly closed in one lingering intimate moment. A little dribble of pink liquid slid down their joined lips as Astoria's tongue guided it firmly into Daphne's mouth.

And then...

Gulp... Gulp... Gulp...

Like a spell was undone, both of them finally swallowed their half of the potion and broke away from their wet kiss with hot gasps.

"A-astoria..!? W-what did you just do?! W-what did you make me drink?! I-I feel so... I feel..." Daphne licked her lips, moaning as she missed the taste of the potion already. Her eyes were focused on Astoria's lips as they glistened extra-pink with the remnants of the potion.

"D-daph..!" Astoria stared at her with a glassy-eyed, far-off gaze...

The two sisters shared a silent, hazy moment, gasping with hot breaths as they stared at each other's naked bodies. Then they moved together, meeting in the middle in a hot, passionate kiss.

"Mwuah MwuahMmmph~! D-daphne..! Aaah..!" Astoria panted between breathless kisses, pushing her tongue hungrily against her sister's.

"A-astoria~" Daphne moaned, wrapping her arms around her sister's naked back and hugging her close. Her sister's smaller, full tits were smothered against Daphne's bigger, buxom breasts while she leaned up and gave Astoria a passionate, sapphic kiss, "Astoria~! Mwuaah Mmph..!"

Harry let out a soft breath, leaning to the side against some pillows as he watched the two sisters lose themselves with pure desire for each other. They were kissing each other like long-lost lovers, rubbing their curvy, feminine bodies together as if they just couldn't get enough of each other.

'Now that's a beautiful sight...' Harry enjoyed the moment, utterly pleased with his own work.

What Astoria had drank... was something new. In just three months, Harry had created a wonderful, obviously potent, new kind of potion. It had incredible results, but they were to be expected. Not only did he have the vast knowledge of the Black Library just one quick Floo away... But an entire Hostess Club full of horny, playful Veela, and Apolline Delacour with the experience and expertise to guide them.

The result was a rather fun little potion. It's not just something that spikes arousal or manufactures some false sense of love... No, this one's specialty was to bring real dormant or rejected emotions to the surface... Practically, of the taboo variety, involving female familial Witches.

Ginny primarily, was to blame. The spunky, freckle-arsed sex-addict had planted the naughty, perverse idea in his head to steal her mother away from her father and knock her up. She got off on it. She wanted Harry to fuck Molly screaming and breed her like a bitch. Then, when Molly showed up at Hogsmeade, freshly divorced and showing a baby bump... Ginny greedily sucked on her own mother's tits and drank her milk like it was the most delicious thing in the world.

Then the Delacours... It is evident to anyone that Gabrielle, Fleur, and Apolline shared a special family relationship. Was it because they were Veela? Or... was it because they were Witches? Either way, they were a family that had no qualms about stripping nude or watching each other get fucked. And even before Harry came along, Fleur and Gabrielle had both proudly admitted that Apolline had graciously shared her extensive sex-toy collection with her two horny daughters.

When he looked at such beautiful, happy examples of love between those girls... Daphne and Astoria's relationship made him feel a bit sad. It seemed lonely. So when he resolved to fix it... he was glad to have this little potion handy.

To Harry, it seemed that Witches had a propensity toward incest. Perhaps it was simply a matter of his sample size, but it made sense to him. Ladies 'cursed' with such powerful desire... and no man who would ever give them attention to satisfy it. They'd have to rely on each other... otherwise, they'd go mad. And who would they begin with? The most trusted, beloved women in their lives. Their sisters or mothers.

And as it seemed... here was another example of such love blossoming right before him.

Harry's erect cock rested for a moment against his thigh as the two sisters were lost in each other's naked, sweaty embrace.

Astoria was moaning and gasping, growing hornier by the second as she grinded her sweaty boobs against Daphne's massive pillowy bosom. She was humping her sister's leg, soaking it in her arousal.

Daphne was more patient but seemed no-less obsessed with her sister. She cupped Astoria's cheeks, kissing her like it was the end of the world. She opened her mouth wide, stuffing her tongue deep into her sister's mouth to soak up as much of her sister's sweet taste as she could manage. Their lips came together hotly, and even when Astoria gasped for air, Daphne didn't quit. She licked and sucked on her sister's lips before diving in again for another open-mouthed kiss.

They were so fixated on each other, bumping and grinding their hot, plush bodies as one in scorching hot passion...

"Daphne..! Mwuah~!"

"Astoria~! Haah..!"

The sight was one of most erotic and exciting he'd ever seen. His own desire soared higher than ever...

But frankly, Harry didn't really want to interrupt... Not yet...