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Thanking Harry (Ch. 11 - Date with Daphne)

Disclaimer: Hogwarts start at the age of 13, making all characters Harry encounter 18+

The morning after Harry's passionate encounter with Hermione, the Great Hall was abuzz with whispered conversations and stealthy glances. The grandeur of the hall, with its enchanted ceiling mirroring the clear blue sky outside, was overshadowed by the electric tension that filled the air. Harry strolled down the aisle with Hermione, their footsteps echoing through the sudden hush that had fallen over the assembled students.

Whispers followed them, snippets of conversation reaching Harry's ears. His lips quirked up in a smirk. It seemed the entire school had heard Hermione's screams of pleasure; how she had begged him to fill her up to the brim with his cum. His cock twitched at the memory, ready for another day of debauchery.

As they neared their usual seats, a figure stepped into their path. Daphne Greengrass, her blonde hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of gold, fixed Harry with a sultry gaze.

"Harry," she purred, her voice like velvet. She completely ignored Hermione, who bristled beside him. "I think we need to talk," she said, her eyes never leaving his.

Harry raised an eyebrow, his eyes flicking over her body, taking in the way her robes clung to her curves, and her heavy tits strained against her shirt. "Oh, really?" he said, a smirk playing on his lips.

Daphne stepped closer, her body mere inches from Harry's. She reached up, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, her eyes locked onto his. "You see, I have a bit of a... problem. If you keep fucking Hermione in public like that the school might fall under the illusion that you prefer that Gryffindor whore over me. And well," she paused, her tongue darting out to wet her lips, "I can't have that, now, can I?

"So, I think it's time I reminded everyone who you really belong to," she whispered, before she leaned up on her tiptoes, pressing her lips to Harry's in a long, lingering kiss that made his cock twitch and grow uncomfortably tight against the fabric of his trousers.

Her fingers fisted in the front of his shirt, and she moaned into his mouth, her tongue tangling with his. Harry grinned against her lips, his hands moving on their own, travelling down her back before slipping beneath her skirt to grip her round arse. Her firm flesh filled his hands perfectly, her lack of panties quickly evident to his wandering fingers.

Daphne mewled into his mouth at his touch, her tongue working overtime as she kissed him deeply in front of the entire Great Hall. Whistles and cheers erupted around them, but Harry barely heard them. He was too focused on the feel of Daphne's body against his, the taste of her lips, the scent of her perfume, and the hungry, needy noises coming from her throat as he kneaded and squeezed her plush arse.

When Daphne finally pulled away from the kiss, her cheeks were flushed pink with arousal, her eyes heavy-lidded. "I think it's time we had a proper date, Harry," she announced, loud enough for the whole hall to hear. "Meet me outside the Great Hall at noon; I have the perfect picnic planned!"

Harry's cock was already hard as rock, pressing against the fabric of his trousers. "I'll be there," he said, his voice hoarse with need.

Daphne smiled, her eyes flicking to Hermione, who was still standing beside them, her face red with embarrassment at the public display. "Good," she said, before turning and walking away, her hips swaying seductively.

Harry watched her go, his eyes glued to her arse as she walked. He could barely wait for noon to come.

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The sun was high in the sky, its warm rays beating down on the lush green grass of the Hogwarts grounds. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the gentle hum of bees as they flitted from blossom to blossom. Harry strolled across the grass, his heart pounding with anticipation as he made his way towards the spot where Daphne had promised to meet him.

As he rounded a bend in the path, he saw her. Daphne was lying on a picnic blanket, her body propped up on her elbows as she gazed out over the lake. She was wearing a tight, green summer dress that clung to her curves like a second skin, accentuating her hourglass figure. The dress was low cut, her tits practically spilling out, and the skirt of the dress was so short that even the slightest breeze would cause it to ride up, teasing Harry with glimpses of her firm, creamy thighs.

Harry's cock twitched at the sight of her, and he had to adjust himself discreetly as he walked towards her. Daphne turned her head as he approached, a sultry smile spreading across her lips. "Harry," she grinned, her eyes flicking down to the bulge in his trousers. "I'm glad you could make it."

Harry smirked, his eyes roving over her body, taking in every inch of her exposed skin. "Wouldn't miss it for the world," he said, as he watched her push herself up off the blanket and saunter towards him.

When she reached him, she reached up, resting her hands on his chest. "I have the whole afternoon planned out, just for you," she whispered, before pressing her lips to his.

She tasted faintly of strawberries, and Harry's hands moved almost on their own, sliding up her body to grip her hips. They stood like that for several long moments, Daphne's body plastered to his, kissing her hungrily, before Daphne finally pulled away.

"Harry," she whimpered. "I've been so wet, thinking about this all morning."

Harry could barely speak; his cock was already hard as steel. "Is that so?" he managed to growl out, before he let his hands slip beneath her summer dress, his fingers trailing up her smooth thighs before slipping between her legs to cup her hot, wet pussy.

Daphne's moans filled the air, and Harry smirked, his fingers slipping inside her easily. She was already soaking wet, her juices coating his fingers as he began to stroke and tease her delicate flesh.

She gripped his shoulders, her fingers digging into his flesh as her moans grew louder, more desperate. "Harry," she panted. "Oh Merlin, Harry, please. I need your cock. I need that fat, throbbing cock inside me. Please, Harry."

Harry chuckled, his fingers still stroking her pussy gently. "All in good time, Daphne," he said, his voice low and husky. "First, I want to enjoy our picnic."

Daphne pouted, but she allowed Harry to lead her to the blanket, where they settled down amidst the array of food she had prepared. Harry stretched out on his back, his hands behind his head as he watched Daphne dig through the basket, pulling out an assortment of fruits and pastries.

She settled down next to him, a strawberry held delicately between her fingers. "Harry," she said, her voice soft and gentle. "Here, let me feed you."

Harry smirked, his cock straining against his trousers as he watched her bring the strawberry to his lips. He took a bite, his eyes locked on her tits as she leaned over, her dress gapping open to reveal her creamy curves and firm nipples, already hard and eager for him.

She smiled, and he watched as she brought the remaining half of the berry to her own mouth, her tongue darting out to lick the juices from her lips.

The sight was incredibly erotic, and Harry felt his cock grow even harder. Daphne's eyes flicked down to his lap, and she smirked, her eyes lighting up with lust. "I see you're enjoying the picnic," she said, her voice low and husky.

Harry grinned, his hands moving to grip her hips as he pulled her into his lap. "I think I'd enjoy it a lot more if you were sitting on my cock," he said, his voice a growl.

Daphne giggled, the sound girlish and light in the warm afternoon air. "Well, I suppose I could help with that," she purred, before she reached down and tugged at her tight dress, pulling it up and over her head, baring her nude body for him to see.

Harry's breath caught in his throat. The sight of her naked, sprawled across his lap in the open, was the epitome of every fantasy he'd ever had about Daphne. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her down for a hungry kiss, his plundering her mouth as she ground her pussy against his hardness through his trousers.

She moaned into his mouth, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, before she finally ripped it open, sending buttons flying in every direction. Harry chuckled, his hands moving to grip her arse, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh as she continued to grind against him.

"Harry," she whimpered, her voice desperate. "I need you inside me—Now!"

Harry groaned, his hands moving to the waistband of his trousers, pushing them down to free his throbbing cock. Daphne's eyes widened at the sight of it, and she licked her lips, her eyes locked on the fat length.

"Finally," she whispered, her eyes locked on his cock as she lined herself up with his shaft. Harry watched, his breath coming in ragged gasps, as she slowly sank down onto his cock, her tight pussy stretching around his girth.

Harry groaned, his hands moving to grip her hips as she began to ride him, her body bouncing up and down on his cock. The sight of her tits bouncing in his face was almost too much to bear. He reached up, cupping the globes in his large hands and pinching her nipples gently.

Daphne mewled and whined, her pussy clenching around Harry's cock, her juices trickling down his thick shaft.

Her hips moved faster, slamming harder down onto his shaft as Harry watched her. "You like that, don't you, you dirty slut?" Harry growled. "You like getting your snatch stuffed full of my cock in broad daylight where anyone could see?"

Daphne nodded her head frantically, biting her lower lip as her pussy clenched around his invading length. "Y-yes, I do!" she gasped, her body shuddering with need, her cries of pleasure ringing out over the Hogwarts' grounds as she rode Harry's cock like a witch possessed.

"Harry," she whimpered, her voice ragged and desperate. "I'm—I'm gonna cum! Oh Merlin, I'm gonna cum all over your cock!" she screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave.

Harry groaned, his hips slamming up into her as she came, her pussy squeezing his cock so hard that he saw stars. He could feel her juices gushing out of her, coating his cock and balls as she screamed her release.

And as she came down from her high, Harry took control. He gripped her hips, holding her steady as he flipped them over, pinning her beneath him on the blanket. "I think it's time I showed you my full appreciation, Daphne," he declared.

Daphne's eyes were wide with lust, her body trembling with need. "Yes, please," she whimpered, her voice soft and submissive. "Use me. Make me your slut. Whatever you want," she gasped, her voice desperate.

Harry growled, his cock throbbing at her words. He pulled out of her, his cock slick with her juices, before he flipped her over onto her hands and knees. "I want to see that fat arse bouncing while I fuck you," he demanded.

Daphne moaned, her body trembling with anticipation as she presented herself to him, her arse sticking up in the air, her glistening pussy on full display.

Harry groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he lined himself up with her entrance. With one hard thrust, he buried himself inside her, his cock filling her completely.

Daphne screamed, her body convulsing as he began to move, his hips slapping against her arse with every thrust. The sound of their flesh meeting filled the air, along with Daphne's desperate cries of pleasure.

"Oh—fuck!—Harry!" she whimpered, her fingers digging into the picnic blanket as Harry began to fuck her, his cock slamming in and out of her pussy with hard, fast strokes.

Her hips began to roll, meeting him stroke for stroke, her body moving in time with his, slamming back against him with desperate, slutty motions. Harry grinned, watching as her creamy arse bounced in front of his face, her tight hole winking at him with every thrust.

The sight was enough to make him growl deep in his throat, the sound primal. Harry gripped Daphne's hips, his fingers digging deep into her flesh as he began to fuck her hard enough to make her body tremble.

It wasn't long before a group of students had gathered in the distance to watch the spectacle, their gasps and sighs blending with the sound of Harry and Daphne's cries of passion. Harry didn't pay them any mind, his only concern the beautiful woman in front of him, her perfect body slamming back against him as he fucked her hard enough to make her cum again and again.

"Oh fuck, Harry!" Daphne screamed, her voice hoarse. "I'm gonna cum again!" she whimpered, her body trembling with her impending climax.

Harry growled, his hips slamming against her arse as he fucked her harder, his cock throbbing with the need to fill her with his seed. "Cum for me, Daphne," he demanded, his voice low and rough. "Cum all over my cock."

Daphne screamed, her body convulsing as she came hard, her pussy squeezing his cock so tightly that he could barely move. Harry groaned, his hips slamming against her arse with desperate, frantic motions, the feeling of her walls clenched down on his throbbing shaft driving him to the brink.

With a growl, he pulled out of her, his cock slipping out of her pussy with a wet, slick sound. "Turn around," he demanded, "I want to paint your pretty face white!"

Daphne did as she was told, her body trembling as she turned to face him, her eyes wide with lust and need. Harry groaned, his hand wrapping around his cock as he stroked himself, his eyes locked on Daphne's face as he brought himself closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck, you look beautiful like that," Harry said as Daphne opened her mouth, inviting him to paint her face white.

"Like a fucking angel," he groaned, before his cock twitched in his fist, and his seed burst free, spraying across her face, painting it white as it splashed across her cheeks, forehead, and lips, some of it even getting into her hair. Daphne moaned, swallowing as much of the cum that landed on her face as she could, sucking the rest off her fingers as soon as it landed.

Cheers and clapping erupted from the gathered crowd of students in the distance, and Harry stood back, grinning at the masterpiece he had just created in front of the school; Daphne Greengrass—on her knees and thoroughly satisfied—covered in his seed and naked as the day she was born.

Disclaimer: Hogwarts start at the age of 13, making all characters Harry encounter 18+


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