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Hogwarts, College of Witchcraft and Wizardry Ch. 12 (Harry Potter)
🕑 Added 2019-11-27 18:32:13 +0000 UTCA/N: New Chapter~
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It would be inaccurate to say that they’re kissing right now. A better way to describe what’s happening is that they’re attacking one another with their mouths. Daphne’s initial assault with her tongue is ultimately repelled by Harry as he pushes back and ultimately overwhelms her with his own tongue, jamming it into her mouth in retaliation for her impudence. She, of course, bites his tongue in response, forcing him to draw back and bite at her lower lip in turn.
At the same time, they both move out from around the table and come closer together, their hands coming up and grabbing at one another’s bodies almost viciously, but more hungrily than anything else. When Daphne grabs Harry by his shirt and then rips it open, tearing the garment to shreds, he grunts and responds by grabbing the upper part of her low-cut top and yanking that down, exposing her bra-clad tits.
Gasping in affront into his mouth, Daphne responds by reaching down to grope Harry’s growing bulge, massaging and kneading it in her hand. Harry, not to be outdone, quickly flips Daphne’s bra up and grabs her tits quite roughly, groping and squeezing them, mauling them even, causing the Pureblood Princess to moan into his mouth.
He’s beginning to get an idea of what kind of woman Daphne Greengrass is. Icy bitch on the outside… and passionate bitch on the interior. Maybe he shouldn’t be engaging with a Pureblood Supremacist in this way, but he’s already in too deep, already too riled up to pull back now. The least he can do is give the bitch the hate-fucking she deserves though.
Pulling back from Daphne’s lips finally, Harry brings one hand up from her chest to slap her again. Daphne responds by raking her nails down his face, not quite hard enough to draw blood, but still hard enough to sting. Then, Harry is leaning forward as he squeezes her exposed breasts at the base, pumping them up a bit so he can bite at them with his teeth, closing his chompers around her left tit and then her right.
Daphne yelps, but rather than push him away, her hand closes in his unruly black hair and drags him in tighter. Not one to be out done, Harry begins to push her backwards, leveraging her towards the bed. They make it to the edge, but they’re both far too dressed still to move ONTO the piece of furniture, and they know it too.
The next few minutes are spent in a frenzy of similar activity, one of them hurting the other in some way, the other reacting, and the both of them losing more and more clothing in the process, tearing it off of one another. Eventually though, Harry can’t stand it anymore. Daphne is still dressed in some torn remnants, rags really, but he nonetheless grabs her by the throat and all but choke slams her onto the bed, even as he kicks the remains of his own pants off of his feet and climbs on afterwards, completely naked as well.
Daphne is still recovering from his sudden escalation in violence when he gets on top of her. The pureblood girl snarls at him, but at the same time, Harry can’t help but notice how she willingly spreads her legs for him as well, allowing him to place his cockhead against her slippery, wet cunt lips without much of a fight, if any.
She still reaches up and rakes her nails down his chest like claws though, growling as she give him a look that’s ALMOST dignified, if not for the redness of her face, both where he hit her and where she’s all flushed and flustered.
“Do it, you half-blood bastard. Fucking take me!”
Harry is loathed to follow the orders of some pureblood bitch queen. With a growl of his own, the young wizard reaches down and grabs a fistful of Daphne’s hair, not yet thrusting into her, instead just teasing her entrance as he leans down again and captures her mouth in another violent kiss. She fights back of course, but he’s getting smarter and manages to keep his tongue away from her teeth, even as he in turn bites at her lip, hard enough to make it swell up a little.
When he eventually pulls back, Harry waits for Daphne to open her mouth, no doubt to tell him to fuck her again… and THEN he thrusts forward, cutting her off and slamming home into her cunt right then and there. A cry emits from the pureblood bitch’s throat as he robs her of her virginity, much to Harry’s honest surprise. Her hymen tears, and he has to admit, he wouldn’t have expected her to still be a virgin, given the circumstances. Oh, it made some sense for a pureblood heiress to keep her virginity intact until she could be sold off to some pureblood git in marriage… but then why was she so willing to let Harry take it, right here and now?
Some of his confusion must show through on his face, even as he tries to cover up his surprise by grabbing and mauling Daphne’s tits again, his cock throbbing and pulsating, buried deep in her deflowered quim. Daphne just gives him a wicked smirk and then scoffs at him.
“You think you’re my first, Half-Blood? There are potions for that sort of thing. Potions I’ll take after we’re done here as well. Not to worry, my ‘purity’ will remain intact until whoever my husband ends up being takes it for the ‘first time’.”
Oh, that… actually that makes sense. Harry finds himself wondering how he didn’t already know about that. Of course, there would be magic that could undeflower a witch, there was magic that could regrow entire bones… in comparison, replacing a single hymen seemed almost like child’s play. Was it some well kept secret among witches or something? Was that why Sirius had never even mentioned such a thing was possible?
Perhaps Daphne was simply too caught up in the moment to care that she was divulging such secrets to Harry. Or maybe she just wanted to deliver the insulting message. Either way, as Harry absorbs this, Daphne takes him by his wrists and yanks his hands off her tits, placing them around her neck instead. Eyes smoldering with heated, passionate desire and cunt clenching and squeezing around his unmoving cock, she snarls up at him.
“Fucking TAKE ME already!”
This time, Harry doesn’t bother playing any games. He wants it just as badly, and now that he’s inside of her, he’s waited long enough to get moving. His hands squeeze down around Daphne’s porcelain throat, choking the pureblood bitch, even as he begins to thrust away at her cunt, fucking her with increasing roughness, plowing her harder and harder.
“Y-Yes… like… that!”
The Slytherin Ice Princess has to gasp out each word between choking as he half-strangles her. Harry finds himself getting more and more into it, especially when Daphne’s cunt clenches down around his cock even harder, and her eyes go crossed as her teeth clench, signifying an orgasm. She shudders beneath him, her tits jiggling pleasantly as a result, and her inner walls getting slicker as her juices flow down his length, making the passage all the easier in and out of her.
So, Harry speeds up even further, fucking Daphne as hard as he can, ramming into her with all his strength, leaning into her in order to more properly pound the pureblood bitch into a blissed-out mess. In response, Daphne wraps her limbs around him, her legs crossing behind his waist, and her arms going around his beck, where she rakes her nails up and down, biting into his flesh, her response to the pleasurable pain he’s delivering unto her with his own savage, no holds barred fucking.
Their copulation is relentlessly brutal and utterly violent, and incredibly rough, but it’s clear that neither of them would have it any other way. Daphne cums around his cock time and time again as he ravages her with both his meaty member and his mouth, biting at her lips, at her jaw, at her neck, and even at her tits. In turn, Harry finds himself getting closer and closer, his balls churning and his cock throbbing and pulsating with a need to release.
He’s abandoned her neck at this point in turn for grabbing onto her tits once more and holding them at the base so that they’re easier to bite and suck at. But he’s left a red ring around Daphne’s porcelain throat, and she’ll likely have bruising soon enough. Seemingly able to tell what’s coming, Daphne gasps out, her voice raspy from the strangulation as she clings to him all the harder.
“Inside. Do it inside, you fucking half-blood bastard, and I’ll take care of it later!”
The thing was, Harry didn’t trust her. Not as far as he could throw her. And he had no intention of fathering his first child with Daphne fucking Greengrass. Plus, the crack against his dead mother by naming him a bastard pissed him the hell off.
“Fuck that, you bitch!”
Yanking himself free of her, breaking the lock her legs have around his waist and grabbing her by her wrists to push her hands over the top of her head, Harry drags his cock out of Daphne’s cunt and slides up her body, even as her face contorts in fury and rage and she begins to struggle and hiss like a spitting cat. She can’t escape though and having her helpless beneath him is more than enough to finish him off. Tipping over the edge, Harry cums all over the pureblood bitch’s face and tits, rather than inside of her quim as she asked, coating her in his white, hot spunk and making an utter mess of her in the process.
She takes it, having no choice in the matter, and by the time he’s done, she’s stopped struggling. As soon as Harry is finished, he releases her, pushing off of her entirely as he lets go of her wrists and flopping over onto his back, laying on the bed at Daphne’s side. His chest heaves up and down from the exertion, almost certainly the hardest he’s ever worked for sex. The whole affair was a violent, fast-paced mess to be sure, and he’s already starting to regret some of it… especially since, as he’d noted earlier, Daphne seemed to be a blood purist, a bigoted bitch who he should have wanted nothing to do with.
“… I’m not a blood purist, you know.”
Compared to her tone for the entirety of their savage copulation, Daphne’s tone is almost casual as she speaks up from beside him. Harry blinks, finding himself turning his head to look at her, his face scrunching up in a frown. Before he can offer further insult however, she continues on, looking at him through the fresh load of cum he’s just plastered across his face.
“I have no issue with muggleborns, Heir Potter. And I have no issue with Granger being a genius, either. She’s smart and deserves all of the accolades she will earn. I was trying to warn you about my peers, you hopeless buffoon. Namely, the likes of Draco Malfoy. That platinum-blonde primate will do whatever he feels is necessary to bring Granger down a peg, if things continue as they have been. You should be ready to handle him, when the time comes. That’s why I called this meeting. To make sure you were.”
Harry just blinks again, processing and processing and processing as Daphne speaks. If what she says is true, and he detects no lie from her, then he really put his foot in his mouth, didn’t he? More than that, everything he’d done to her…
“I-I apologize, both for my words and for my actions. I-!”
“Don’t. I’ll accept the apology for your words, but your actions… I wanted it; I was a willing participant. This… cum bath may not have been my design but given you didn’t think you could trust me; I suppose it makes sense. Everything else went precisely according to plan.”
Even coated in fresh seed, laying beside him in the tattered remains of her clothing, her cunt freshly fucked and gushing wet… Daphne Greengrass somehow manages to take on a tone of elegance and regality all the same. Probably her training, to be fair, but Harry is still fairly impressed, even as he grunts at that.
“So, your plan was always to have me rip your clothes off and strangle fuck you on this bed. The things I’m learning about you, Heiress…”
“The things you’ll tell no one else, if you know what’s good for you. You might be the most famous wizard in the entirety of the magical world… but you’ll need allies when we’re done here at Hogwarts.”
She’s not wrong. Still, Harry cocks his head to the side and quirks a corner of his mouth up in a smile.
“Is this an offer?”
Daphne turns to give him a distinctly unimpressed look, which combined with her cum-coated features, is honestly half-hilarious, half-hot. His member twitches and begins to grow again, as he finds himself admiring his work on the pureblood witch’s porcelain body, the bruises and bite marks already beginning to form all over her, and his cum drying on her tits and face.
Seeing this, Daphne gets up, and climbs aboard, taking hold of his cock and sliding down onto it with a shuddering breath. She moans, even as she begins to work her hips, gyrating across his member. Harry just lays back and lets her have her fun, interlocking his fingers behind his head as he regards her in silence. Eventually, Daphne shudders in orgasmic bliss, and once she’s come down from that high, she speaks, even as she continues to bounce up and down on his cock.
“I’m, mm, sure we can, hah, figure something out…”
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After his meeting with Daphne comes to a very satisfying conclusion, Harry ponders his next move. He wonders if he should check in on Hermione now. It’s not like he’s been ignoring her, they’ve still gotten together multiple times a week, but now knowing what he knows, he should probably meet up with her and warn her… which will likely devolve into another round of sex, given how promiscuous Hermione has turned out to be.
Or… he could try to take care of things himself. Draco Malfoy was the name that Daphne had given. Perhaps he needed to confront the Malfoy Scion directly, here and now, and see exactly what could be done about the blond’s burgeoning resentment towards his muggleborn charge…
Comments
Daphne's stock just skyrocketed with this chapter. I hope that's far from the last we see of her.
Seaver IXp
I say continue to dominate Daphne completely. Bitchy unapproachable in public and wiiling cat in heat in private. Of course after sex she'll be docile until next time.
