July 2024 Exclusive Poll Winner - Moonlight Part 2 - Harry/Daphne

AN: This is a sequel to April 2024's Patron-Voted Story - Moonlight.

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The Halloween Feast was never Daphne’s favourite event of the year. Truly, it astounded her as to how much food her classmates managed to plough back in such a short period of time. They looked like pigs in front of a trough, and quite frankly it put Daphne off of her meal. She ate meagerly and retired early, doing her best to ignore the booming sounds of celebration coming from the common room.

Dressed in a sheer, lilac nightie, Daphne rolled back and forth in her bed, waiting for the party to stop. Even the silencing charm she placed around her bed wasn’t enough to fully drown out the magically-enhanced noise, and it barely lasted half an hour before wearing off.

At one point, she was treated to the lovely sounds of Pansy bringing Draco back to their room for a quick blowjob. The man barely lasted two minutes, throughout which Pansy made the most exaggerated moans and slurping noises imaginable. Daphne considered trying to suffocate herself with her pillow to stop the torture, but thankfully the two of them hurried on back to the common room before that could happen.

After a couple hours with no signs of stopping, Daphne accepted the fact that the celebrations were going to go well into the early hours of the morning. She wasn’t likely to find sleep until then unless Professor Slughorn bothered to shut the party down, but knowing the man, he was more likely to join in the revelry himself.

So, instead of spending countless hours waiting as her anger grew and grew, she chose to roam the grounds of Hogwarts. She put on some robes over top of her nightie and left her room.

It was still surprisingly easy to leave the common room after hours, even with the added security measures put in place after the war. The reconstruction efforts were still ongoing within the castle, so there were always gaps that could be exploited. No one even noticed her slipping out of the common room and into the corridor, or if they did, they were too busy partying to care.

The corridors down in the dungeons were devoid of life, so Daphne climbed higher. She could hear the raucous noises of the ghosts celebrating Nearly Headless Nick’s Deathday Party, the house-elves cleaning up the Great Hall, and faint trudging of Filch’s feet along the floors.

Daphne avoided them all in search of something to take her mind off of her annoyance at being kept awake. She wanted something to put her mind and body at ease, something to help lull her into a peaceful sleep once she returned to her dorm.

Of course, there was only one place that could offer her such a thing: the Astronomy Tower. A scenic overview of the castle grounds with millions of twinkling stars high above her head and crisp, fresh air filling her lungs was exactly what she needed.

And yet, she never ended up getting that serene relaxation because her heart rate suddenly spiked when she overheard the undeniable sounds of lovemaking coming from the top of the tower.

Curiosity got the better of Daphne as she crept forward as silently as possible. She never knew when information like who was hooking up at the top of Astronomy Tower in the middle of the night could come in handy. She was expecting to maybe find someone cheating on their partner or perhaps a couple spending their first time together.

Instead, she was met with the pleasure-filled face of Professor Sinistra as she grinded against Harry Potter’s crotch.

The two of them were fully clothed in their robes, but they both seemed to be having the time of their lives as they grinded against each other. It almost looked like they were actually having sex.

Underneath the glittering moonlight, the two of them cried out, egging each other on for more and more. It was an astounding sight, and one that Daphne couldn’t help but start to get turned on from watching. Her nipples stiffened quickly, and a familiar rush of warmth filled her core as she watched on.

Suddenly, a brilliant flash of light arose from a magic circle around the couple. Suddenly, all of their clothes vanished off of their body in an instant. Aurora screamed, and then Daphne caught the clear, unmistakable sign of Harry starting to cum inside of her pussy a moment before he announced it to the world.

Merlin, he looked hot. Like all women at Hogwarts, Daphne had fantasised about Harry once or twice. Okay, maybe it was a bit more often than that, especially in recent years, but she’d never expected him to be such a perfect specimen. His cock looked nice and thick, and the amount of cum he spewed into their professor’s pussy was absolutely ridiculous.

Daphne was already mentally picturing what it would feel like for her to get filled up like that.

The two of them collapsed onto each other, seemingly passing out from exhaustion, as the light from the magic circle around them faded.

Daphne swiftly left then, jittering with excitement.

She had all she needed now. She’d save the memory of Harry shagging their professor and use it against him to get her way.

None of the other men at Hogwarts could compare to Harry from what she’d heard and seen; thus, she had to make him hers.

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“Do I really have to do this?” Harper whined loudly.

“Yes,” Daphne said flatly, giving him a stern look.

Harper pouted like a child and rested the back of his overly-large head against the cold stone wall. “But I’ve got Quidditch practice to think about.”

“You’re the reserve Seeker,” Daphne pointed out. “You’ll be fine if you miss a practice or two. It’s not like we’ve got any games coming up soon anyways.”

“Can I—” Malcolm, the younger, dark-haired wizard tried to speak up.

“No,” Daphne interjected.

“You didn’t even hear what I was about to say,” Malcolm protested.

“Let me guess,” Daphne rolled her eyes. “It had something to do with how you don’t want to do this either and you’d much rather let Malcolm take the fall alone, right?”

The red tinge to Malcolm’s cheeks told Daphne everything she needed to know.

“Look, there’s a reason I asked both of you to come help me tonight,” Daphne sighed.

“You didn’t exactly ask us,” Malcolm pointed out.

“Yeah, you just kinda threatened us,” Harper nodded in agreement.

“Shh,” Daphne hushed them. “As I was saying, I need both of you to distract Professor Sinistra by staging a duel outside of the Astronomy Tower. She’ll have to take both of you down to the dungeons to speak to Professor Slughorn herself, and I need both of you to stretch this out for as long as possible. Believe me, if you two don’t keep her busy for at least an hour, I’ll be very disappointed.”

“Why do you need her gone for an hour? Are you trying to break into her office or something?” Harper asked.

Daphne pinched the skin between her eyebrows in frustration. “Even if that was what I was going to do, I’m not going to tell you two, now am I? And for your information, I’m not breaking into her office.”

There was a beat of silence before Malcolm chimed in. “Are you lying to us again?”

Daphne let out a long, exasperated sigh. Honestly, if Crabbe and Goyle were still around, this would’ve been so much easier. Those two idiots never bothered to ask questions whenever she blackmailed them into doing things for her.

“Guys, just focus,” Daphne said. “You know what you have to do, right? I’d hate to have to let the girls on the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team see the photo of you two perverts miserably failing to try to peep on them while they were getting changed after a match.”

“But… we didn’t actually manage to do it,” Malcolm argued.

“I doubt they’ll see it that way,” Daphne replied. “Best just get this done, get a few nights of detention, and then be happy with the fact that I’ll tear up the photo and no one will ever know what you two were up to. Deal?”

There was some grumbling, but the two men eventually agreed.

“Good. Now, let’s get going,” Daphne told them.

Daphne strode on ahead, confident that the two men would follow along behind her. They climbed from the dungeons where they met all the way up to the base of the Astronomy Tower. There was an attached classroom and office next to the flight of stairs that led up to the tower itself.

The past couple of nights, Daphne had returned past curfew to see if Harry and Professor Sinistra met up every night in the Astronomy Tower. And indeed they had. She’d caught them having sex both nights, albeit with their clothes on. It made for quite a humorous image, but it didn’t take long for Daphne to discern that it was a Confundus Charm affecting her senses. She’d since countered it and realised that Harry and Professor Sinistra were clearly comfortable spending hours together in the nude.

She supposed that it’d make things easier for her knowing that Harry was already naked and ready for her. Her fingers hadn’t been able to do the trick these past few lonely nights in bed, and even her admirable collection of magical toys seemed lacklustre in the face of what she knew Harry was packing.

She wanted him and him alone. Nothing else would do.

“Hurry up,” Daphne hissed at Harper and Malcolm as she ducked into a nearby alcove, hiding behind a wide stone statue. “Get to fighting already.”

“Err… right,” Malcolm said awkwardly as he drew his wand. “Should I start or—”

“I don’t care who starts,” Daphne snapped at him. “Just get to it already.”

Harper drew his wand. “I guess I can start,” he shrugged.

“Hey!” Malcolm protested. “I don’t want to get hit first. Let me start!”

“No way,” Harper shook his head. “I called it first.”

“For Merlin’s sake,” Daphne grumbled under her breath as she drew her wand and silently fired off a blasting hex against the far wall.

The resulting explosion rattled the corridor and made both Harper and Malcolm jump in surprise. Malcolm fired off some yellow-coloured spell, which hit the floor harmlessly far away from Harper, and then the fight was on.

It truly was pathetic to see just how bad these two were at duelling. Harper couldn’t maintain a shield for more than a fraction of a second, and Malcolm stood still like his feet were frozen in place. Both of them traded weak, schoolyard spells, nothing that a mere third-year couldn’t manage to pull off.

By the time Professor Sinistra finally made her appearance, Harper’s legs were dancing a fancy jig and he was stuck nursing a swollen elbow while Malcolm was hurling up slugs and trying to keep a hold of his slime-covered wand. The dark-skinned professor glared at the two men as she threw open her door.

“What is the meaning of this?” She shouted at them.

Harper, the idiot who was closest to her, turned his head around to reply. “We’re duelling.”

“Yeah!” Malcolm shouted in agreement as he flicked his wand. “Flipendo!”

Harper managed to dance out of the way just in time for the spell to strike Professor Sinistra’s chest. She flipped over backwards and crashed onto the floor with a resounding smack.

Daphne grinned to herself. Maybe she hadn’t made such a bad decision picking these two after all.

“You two are in a serious amount of trouble!” Professor Sinistra yelled as she leapt to her feet. She whipped out her wand and quickly stunned both men, who were too stunned at what had just happened to bother to defend themselves. “You’d better hope that Professor Slughorn is much more lenient than I am, otherwise you’ll be spending the next month in detention with Mr Filch.”

As soon as Professor Sinistra countered the jinxes and hexes that were plaguing the two students, she levitated their stunned bodies and floated them behind her as she hurried down the corridor towards the stairwell.

Finally, Daphne left her hiding place and hurried up the stairs to the Astronomy Tower.

Beneath the gorgeous stars, she found Harry there, just as she’d expected. She felt the Confundus Charm attempt to take effect once again, but she weaved her wand in a complex pattern and provided herself with a day’s reprieve from the charm’s effects. The illusion affecting her mind faded away.

Daphne drank in Harry’s wonderful form. His athletic, toned body was like a work of art. She wanted to run her hands all along those smooth muscles on his back and feel his arse in her hands, but the real treat was his cock swinging in between his legs. Even flaccid, he was larger than anything she’d ever seen before. And it was all going to be hers.

There was no room for subtly in what she was about to do. Time was not her friend tonight. Harry was never out of sight of his Gryffindor friends, and they wouldn’t let a Slytherin like her anywhere alone with him. She needed to strike while the iron was still hot, get what she wanted, and set up a way for them to meet up again privately in the future.

So, Daphne stepped out into view atop the Astronomy Tower with a sly grin on her lips.

“Hello, Harry,” Daphne practically purred, making the man jump in surprise.

“Err… Daphne?” He frowned in confusion. “What are you doing here? It’s past curfew.”

“I’m well aware of the hour,” Daphne said playfully as she walked closer to Harry. He didn’t appear to realise that she’d seen through the Confundus Charm and could see his bare body, though he must have caught her wandering gaze by now. “I wanted to talk to you. Alone.”

Harry glanced back at the stairwell. “Professor Sinistra will be along soon—”

“No, she won’t,” Daphne corrected him. “She’s busy taking a couple of duelling Slytherins down to the dungeons to find Professor Slughorn.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, she caught Harry’s eyes darken and his body subtly shifted into a defensive posture.

“I’m not here to hurt you,” Daphne told him, quickly raising her hands in surrender. “In fact, what I propose might be quite pleasurable for the both of us.”

Harry’s eyes returned to their brilliant shade of green as he relaxed a touch. He was still watching her carefully though. “Just spit it out.”

“I know that you’ve been fucking Professor Sinistra here at night,” Daphne said, relishing in the look of surprise that crossed his face. “And that the two of you love spending your time naked up here. You look absolutely magnificent, and I think that I’ve finally found the person who can scratch an itch deep inside of me.”

She looked him up and down, making it more than apparent that she could see him. To her surprise though, even after he’d caught on, he made no efforts to cover himself up. Perhaps he was just too used to being naked around others to consider it, or maybe he was thinking about accepting her proposal.

“If I fuck you, then you’ll keep quiet about me and Aurora?” Harry asked, looking for confirmation.

“So long as you do a good job,” Daphne smirked.

“Fair enough,” Harry said with obvious amusement. “Should we get started right now then?”

“Let’s,” Daphne agreed.

Impressively, with a simple wave of his wand, Harry conjured a rather nice bed with a fine set of bedsheets and a few pillows right in the middle of the Astronomy Tower.

“I figured you’d rather be comfortable for this,” he said.

“How right you are,” Daphne smiled back at him as she gingerly walked up to the bed and ran her fingers along the smooth, soft fabric. “Now, why don’t you get rid of my clothes and then we can get started.”

The crisp nighttime air nipped Daphne’s skin as her clothes vanished off of her body and reappeared in a neat pile nearby. Immediately, Daphne subtly shifted her posture to give Harry a better look at her curves. She was well aware of the fact that she was easily the most beautiful witch at Hogwarts, and her body was simply perfection. There were few who could compare with the perkiness and fullness of her breasts, the plumpness of her arse, or her wide hips and cinched waist. She was every man’s wet dream turned into reality, and Harry couldn’t keep his eyes off of her.

Feeling his hungry gaze upon her body left Daphne almost trembling with excitement. He wanted her as much as she wanted him, and that would only make things so much more pleasurable and intense for both of them.

After giving him a few moments to admire her body, Daphne sat down on the edge of the bed and parted her legs slightly. A strand of her juices stretched from her labia to her inner thigh, showing off just how wet she was.

Harry walked over like a man transfixed on the sight. His cock rapidly hardened to its full size, and Daphne couldn’t wait to feel that inside of her. First though, she needed his mouth to help her get started first.

The ache between Daphne’s thighs was bordering on becoming painful as Harry knelt down between her legs. She’d never been as turned on before as she was now that she had the hero of the Wizarding World ready to please her lest she reveal his little secret to the world.

“Go on,” Daphne urged him as her thighs closed in on either side of his head. “Give me a taste.”

“Are you going to tell me exactly how to go down on you or are you going to let me do what I want?” Harry asked her snarkily.

“You can do what you want, just don’t tease me,” Daphne told him.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he rolled his eyes before he leaned in and gave her pussy a kiss.

Merlin, his lips were soft. And warm.

Daphne let her head roll back as Harry’s tongue began to pleasure her, finally helping to cool down that incessant heat that had been building up in her core for days now. He clearly had some experience doing this because his tongue seemed to know exactly the right way to move along her folds to satisfy her. He made long, broad strokes with the flat of his tongue that led all the way up to her tight bundle of nerves. He didn’t touch her clit directly, at least not at first. He carefully got her ready by letting his tongue move closer and closer until he finally—

“Ah,” Daphne let out a soft moan.

That was it. That was the spot she’d been needing him to touch.

A couple of his fingers teased her slit, gently worming their way inside of her as his tongue continued to circle her clit. Daphne gently grasped the back of Harry’s head, holding him in place as he continued to pleasure her.

“Yes, right there,” she moaned softly.

As Harry brought his lips right up to her clit, his fingers probed deeper inside of her. She felt him subtly stretching out her walls, helping her body to be ready to accommodate his girth later on. He planted a delicate kiss right on her clit and sucked gently as he curled his fingers up inside of her, hitting just the right spot that made her—

“Oh fuck, Harry, that’s it. Keep going,” Daphne pleaded as she pulled Harry’s head closer to her.

He worked his tongue perfectly, hitting exactly the right spots each time he pressed against her clit. His warm breath felt heavenly against her crotch, and Daphne quickly found herself losing control.

Her breathing picked up, and Daphne kept mumbling Harry’s name as he pleasured her. On one particularly smooth lick, Daphne cried out his name a final time, tensed up, and then suddenly exploded as her orgasm tore through her body. Her thighs trembled against Harry’s head, but she didn’t give him a chance to escape her tight grasp. She needed him to feel just how good he’d made her feel. He continued to lick her clit and finger her pussy all the while.

Eventually, a wave of exhaustion hit her, and Daphne finally slumped back down. She released Harry’s head, and just after he licked up the last stray juices around her labia, he pulled his head away from her pussy.

Daphne was still panting like mad from her orgasm as Harry stood up. She had no idea how the hell he’d been able to make her cum so quickly, but she wasn’t going to complain about it.

“You look too tired to go on,” he teased her.

“No,” Daphne replied, whimpering a bit. “I’m good.”

“Are you sure?” He asked. “Maybe you should take a break.”

And potentially miss out on feeling his cock inside of her if Professor Sinistra came back sooner than expected? No way!

“No breaks,” she panted as she flopped onto her back and spread her legs wide for him. “I’m ready for you.”

“If you say so,” Harry replied, clearly not believing her in the slightest. Truthfully, Daphne didn’t quite believe herself either. Harry’s thick cock looked ready to make an absolute mess out of her, and her pussy was already overly sensitive after her first orgasm.

Daphne grasped her breasts as Harry climbed up on top of her. She pinched her nipples between her fingers, relishing in the pleasure and using the shock from the mild pain to try and jolt her brain back into focus. She was losing herself too easily while Harry stayed level headed. This was only right if she remained in control, not him.

But when the tip of his cock pressed against her sex, Daphne knew that she was already lost. Her body trembled in anticipation for what was to come. She needed him as much as she needed air in that moment, and she’d have given anything to him if he’d asked for it.

“Oh fuck!” Daphne cried out as Harry pushed inside of her.

His thick cock felt like it was going to split her in two. Her walls were stretching out to their limits, and Daphne felt the most intense burst of pleasure that she’d ever experienced in her life before. This was what she’d needed so desperately, someone who could truly satisfy her body’s incessant cravings.

“I’m not even halfway in yet,” Harry chuckled.

What!?

Daphne managed to lift her head up high enough to see that he wasn’t lying. There was still plenty of his shaft exposed to the open air. Just to prove his point even more, he pushed forward another inch, and Daphne moaned wildly.

“Keep going,” she mumbled breathlessly as she squeezed her breasts harder.

“As you command,” he chuckled again before pushing forward.

Merlin, she was going to have another orgasm already. She could feel it building back up inside of her core. His cock was making her mind go blank and her body lose all control over itself.

How in the hell had it taken so long for anyone to find out about how good Harry was at sex? She was surprised that Professor Sinistra was able to keep her mouth quiet. As it stood, Daphne was ready to start shouting out from the top of the Astronomy Tower that Harry Potter had the greatest cock in existence. Only, if she did that, others would try and come take him away from her. She couldn’t have that.

By the time Harry’s cock was fully sheathed inside of her pussy, Daphne was an utter mess. Her chest was heaving up and down as she gasped for breath, and her walls were twitching around his thick shaft. She wasn’t going to be able to last like this. Harry was going to fuck her silly.

As if hearing her words, Harry leaned in close to whisper into her ear. “Get ready, princess, because I’m about to change your life forever.”

Daphne didn’t have a chance to respond to him. How could she when all of the breath just up and left her lungs the second he started to move inside of her again.

The loss of his cock felt immense. Each inch he pulled away from the deepest depths of her pussy felt like he was taking away something important that had once made her feel complete. By the time just the tip of his cock was still inside of her, Daphne was practically ready to beg him to ram his wonderful cock back in.

Thankfully, she didn’t have to degrade herself like that. Harry only waited a fraction of a second before he slammed his hips forward and filled her pussy up all over again.

Daphne didn’t remember screaming out, but she knew that she must have from the way her throat felt scratchy afterwards. The feeling of his cock filling her up was too pleasurable for her to focus on anything else. And before she could even begin to recover, he repeated the process all over again.

When Daphne used her own toys on herself, she was able to set the pace. She liked to start off slow before getting fast and rough and then slowing back down again once she felt herself getting close to an orgasm. She’d never been fucked by another man before. Some had come close, but they’d always disappointed her before the moment had arrived. And now that she was in this position, she was glad that she’d never been sullied by another. It would’ve left her jaded over what sex felt like.

Harry started off pretty fast from the start, but he wasn’t necessarily rough. Honestly, by all metrics, given the size of his cock, he was being rather careful with how he fucked her. His movements were confident and precise. He never went faster or slower than he meant to, never veered off in an unexpected angle suddenly. He fucked her like he’d been practising all his life to do it.

“Fuck, you feel good,” Harry groaned as he slammed into her again.

Yes! Daphne’s mind hissed in achievement at her. She wanted to hear him complement her more, to know just how good she felt wrapped around his thick cock. It made her feel less like she was losing this battle between the two of them as her mind lost itself to the pleasure she was experiencing.

“You’re really—ungh,” Daphne groaned loudly as Harry’s cock filled up again. How the hell could something feel this good?

“What was that?” Harry grinned. “Did the little princess lose her train of thought?”

“I—”

Merlin, she really couldn’t spit out a complete sentence even if she tried.

Harry chuckled. “That’s okay. You don’t need to tell me; I already know the answer.”

There was no way she could argue with him. Not now. Not ever. Daphne’s entire being was being turned to mush, and all she wanted was to be fucked by Harry forever.

And yet, at that moment, Harry pulled his hips too far back and his cock slipped out of her tight pussy.

Daphne let out a whine, but Harry cancelled it out by kissing her. She could still taste the flavour of her juices lingering on his tongue, and she kissed him greedily, eager for any bit of pleasure she could get.

“You’re mine now, you understand?” Harry murmured to her. “I know that you came in here thinking that you were going to take control of me, but the reality is that the opposite is going to happen. If you ever want me to touch you ever again, you’re not going to say a single word about Aurora and me. Now, what are you?”

“I’m yours,” Daphne mumbled, barely coherent enough to form the words.

“Good,” Harry grinned. “Then let me give you a little reward.”

He flipped her over onto her belly, and Daphne barely had a chance to grab one of the conjured pillows and place it in front of her face before Harry’s cock pushed right back into her pussy.

Daphne buried her face into the pillow and screamed in pleasure as Harry started to ravish her all over again.

The clap of Harry’s thighs smacking off of Daphne’s plump arse rang out loudly, carrying far beyond the Astronomy Tower to the outside of the castle just as Daphne’s cries of pleasure did.

“Harder,” Daphne managed to get out. She wanted to experience everything Harry had to offer.

Harry only grunted as he fucked her harder than before. He was putting everything he had into his thrusts, fucking her down into the bed. His cock ploughed into her pussy as though there were barely any resistance thanks to how wet she was, but she was still incredibly tight.

Daphne didn’t even care when Harry pressed her face down into the pillow so long as he kept fucking. Her cries of unparallelled ecstasy drowned into the pillow, but enough of her voice still leaked out to reach Harry’s ears and spur him on more.

The bed frame started to rattle at the same moment that Daphne’s thighs did. She had another orgasm brewing rapidly inside of her, and her body was already trembling in anticipation. Her pussy squeezed Harry’s cock tightly, but he didn’t even hesitate for a second. He kept pounding into her tight hole as hard as she’d asked him to.

Finally, the bed frame gave way. The legs snapped, and the mattress crashed down onto the stone floor just as Harry rammed himself as deep inside of Daphne’s pussy as he could go.

Daphne screamed as her pussy spasmed around Harry’s thick cock, and then she lost herself in a sea of pure bliss. She came so hard that her voice actually gave out, and all she could do was thrash about on the bed and revel in the experience. Faintly, she felt the wonderful sensation of Harry’s cock exploding inside of her. His warm seed painted her inner walls, leaving his mark on her.

All that could be heard for seconds afterwards was the tired panting of two satisfied individuals. But the sound of heels clacking on the stone floor disrupted whatever post-coital bliss they could find together.

Harry pushed off of Daphne and got to his feet just in time to confront whoever was walking in on them.

“Really, a confidence-boosting ritual, Harry?” Aurora laughed as she walked into view, gesturing to the faded magic circle at the edge of the Astronomy Tower where Daphne had first found him earlier in the night.

Daphne barely registered what the woman said. She was too exhausted to bother to cover body or her swollen pussy either. Besides, a part of her wanted Professor Sinistra to see Harry’s cum leaking out of her. He’d marked her as his now, and Daphne was proud of it.

“You told me to practise some rituals,” Harry replied sheepishly. “I may have overdone it a bit, but it’s not my fault that Daphne happened upon me.”

Aurora laughed and leaned in to kiss him. “And here I was panicking that my innocent apprentice had disappeared.”

“I’m not so innocent anymore,” Harry pointed out.

“No, you’re not,” Aurora agreed, kissing him again. “So, what are we going to do about her?”

“She did say that she was mine now,” Harry said. “I don’t think that she’ll rat us out, especially since that’d mean I’d never have sex with her again.”

“Won’t… say… anything,” Daphne managed to get out.

“Good,” Aurora smiled at her. “Now, you can watch how a real witch manages to handle a thick cock like this.”

As Professor Sinistra leapt into Harry’s arms, wrapping her legs around her waist, Harry lined his slick cock up with her pussy and helped her to slide down on him. She started bouncing on his cock like it was no trouble at all, leaving Daphne in a stunned silence.

Could she get that good at it one day? Well, the only way to have a chance at it was to get in some practice riding Harry’s cock under the moonlight.