Harry had thought that his days at Hogwarts were over. He had spent enough time in the spotlight, and he was ready for a normal life without being constantly either praised or harassed by everyone in magical Britain. His family had plenty of money, he could never work and live a life of comfort. Even if he had kids someday, they wouldn't have to work at all.

Upon stepping foot into Gringott's however, Harry quickly noticed that something was off. He was escorted by guards to the bank manager's office. A very unpleasant meeting ensued, where he was informed that his accounts were being placed on lockdown for a ten year period, as a punishment for breaking and entering, as well as freeing a dragon and stealing a precious heirloom from an old family. He would have had the contents of his family vaults seized, but since the goblins were grateful that he had removed Voldemort from power, they were giving him the lightest possible punishment. All taxes and bills such as his school payments would be taken care of, but other than that, he had no access to his money. That meant Harry needed a job, and that meant he needed his NEWTs.

The good news was that both Ron and Hermione would be returning with him to finish their educations. While both he and Ron wanted to be aurors, Hermione wanted to work in the government, always the social rights crusader.

Initially, Harry had also been excited to rekindle his romance with Ginny. They had gotten back together as soon as the war ended and for two weeks, things seemed to be going decently enough. After two weeks though, Ginny still wasn't showing signs of recovering from Fred's death. She wouldn't talk to Harry and was much quieter than usual. She was timid and indecisive, the opposite of how she had been before. Harry had always loved her fiery passion for everything and the way she was always in control of a situation. Now though, Ginny was a changed woman and their relationship seemed to have stalled out. Neither wanted to spend time with the other, so they decided to call things off. Mrs. Weasley was disappointed, but understood, which was nice because it meant things could go back to normal between Harry and the Weasleys.

Now that he was single again, Harry figured he could devote more time to studying. He would need to do his best to become an auror, so it would probably be best if he didn't go looking for a new relationship. If something came along naturally he would consider it.

Harry soon found himself in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express with Ron, Hermione, Neville, and Luna. They hadn't seen Ginny and figured it was best not to go looking for her. After a short but comfortable silence, Ron was the one to speak first.
"So Harry, now that me and Hermione are going to be together more, is there someone you had your eye on?"

"Many girls have been looking at Harry since we reached the platform," Luna chimed in without looking away from the Quibbler.

"I haven't really been thinking about anyone in particular. I guess I would consider going out with someone if it seemed right," Harry started slowly, "I thought you would be mad if I didn't fix things with your sister though."

Ron shook his head firmly. "No way mate. I always thought it was a little strange to have my best mate dating my little sister. Besides, you've seen how she's been, you can't date her if she doesn't want to talk to you. It's been months since you broke up and nothing has changed for her."

"I'm worried about her still," Hermione said.

"I think we all are," Neville responded, "I don't think she'll ever want to fix things with Harry though. I think he reminds her of the war. It's not fair to him but she's a different person now."

"That's probably true. I think I'll focus on my schoolwork for now and maybe I'll see someone worth dating. I'm sure Sirius would be yelling at me to sleep with as many girls as I could before I left school for good." Everyone groaned at this but quickly laughed along with him as they remembered his eccentric godfather. The train ride passed quickly after that, without any serious discussion. Harry decided it was good being back with his friends. He was ready for his final year.

He feast that evening was a joyous affair. For the first time since third year, no cloud of fear caused by death eaters or Voldemort was hanging over the great hall. Surprisingly, Harry had noticed many girls eyeing him from across the hall. After a year on the run and a summer working in the Weasley garden under the sun, Harry was as fit and tan as he'd been in his life. His health had also improved after the removal of the horcrux and he had grown both in height and muscle mass. While he didn't know it, he had turned into a very eligible bachelor and the ladies at Hogwarts were watching. While everyone was eating and talking, Harry scanned the great hall, and his eyes fell on the Slytherin table. Cringing at the face of Millicent Bulstrode, Harry was about to turn the other way, when a flash of gold caught his eye. Next to Tracey Davis, a very attractive and bubbly girl in their year, sat a tall blonde that Harry had never seen before. Her face was the image of beauty, with striking blue eyes, full lips, and a perfect nose that brought a cuteness to her face, making her seem less unattainable. Bumping Neville with his elbow, Harry nodded in her direction and asked, "Who's that blonde next to Davis? I've never seen her in my life."

Neville followed his gaze and nodded in understanding. "You just wouldn't have recognized her the last few years. That's Daphne Greengrass, she's actually my third cousin. Her family is incredibly wealthy, and most death eaters are desperate to marry into wealthy families and secure funds for the Dark Lord as a sign of loyalty. Once you announced his return, she started wearing glamours, basically to look a lot less attractive than she does normally. It turns away a lot of would-be suitors who would do some pretty heinous things in order to get with her. She just took her glamours off this summer. I'm sure she's getting a lot more attention."

"I can understand why," Harry responded. He continued looking at Greengrass, entranced by her startlingly good looks. She soon looked up at him, and he quickly turned his eyes to the floor. Upon looking back up, she was staring at him with a slight grin. It was unsettling how she seemed to know exactly what he was thinking just by looking into his eyes. Harry looked down again. Something sparked in Harry as he saw the look of confidence in her eyes. It reminded him of the things he liked about Ginny, her passion, confidence, and her drive to always get what she wanted. He shivered at the thought and tried to put all thoughts of the attractive girl out of his mind. As the feast began to wrap up though, Harry still was thinking about the gorgeous blonde. Those thoughts followed him all the way to his dorm and into his dreams that night.

-

"He's the one."

Tracey looked up, clearly confused. "What in the world are you talking about?"

"Potter. He was staring at me all night and I could feel a connection. He's always been on the shy and quiet side, that usually lends itself to what I need."

Tracey contemplated for a moment before responding, "You saw him tonight though; he's grown. He could have his pick of Hogwarts girls and he probably knows it. I bet he's a lot more confident now."

Daphne shook her head, "I don't think so. He's definitely better looking, but he still looks like he doesn't want to be in the spotlight. He always is thrust into situations where he has to act. I think he wants to give that up. He's not comfortable being in charge."

"So you want to play on the fact that he doesn't want to make hard choices anymore? He had to lead a war and you're taking advantage of the results?"

"Don't say it like that you know that's not what I want. I want someone compatible with me which means I can't really be with someone who's cocky and full of themselves. I just would get along better with someone if I was the one wearing the pants. Harry is tired of wearing the pants. That's why he's perfect."

"I don't know. I wonder is he's ever even met a girl like us. I doubt he's even slept with Ginny. And she surely isn't powerful enough anyway."

"He might not have seen a girl like me but that doesn't mean he won't be open to it. Surely he knows about the witches gift."

Tracey shook her head. "I was thinking about it. He lived with muggles and the school doesn't exactly teach about stuff like that. I doubt the Weasleys told him so unless Granger told him, how would he know?"

"Didn't he tell the papers that Sirius Black was his godfather? Surely he would have told him before he died."

"Black may have never even thought about it and I'm pretty sure he was on the run. I doubt they talked much."

Daphne shook her head. "It doesn't really matter if he knows or not. When he finds out he's going to be all for the idea."

"For your sake I hope so," Tracey said before getting into her bed. Her best friend was pretty heavily invested in a guy she'd never even talked to. Hopefully she was right, but with Harry Potter, who could really predict what would happen.

The next morning Daphne woke up extra early in order to look her best. She spent two hours doing her hair, makeup, and picking an outfit. Since the first day of the term was a Saturday, she didn't have to wear her robes. Thankful for the good weather, she had chosen a tight pair of jean shorts, a blue v-neck t shirt that showed off her rather impressive bust, and a cute pair of muggle tennis shoes. She thought Harry would be less put off by someone in casual attire, as opposed to her usual designer clothing. She had put her hair up in a graceful ponytail, with a few strands framing her face. Her makeup was minimal, but did a good job to highlight her stunning eyes and full lips. Finally ready, she turned to the mirror. For the past few years, she had possessed an incredibly beautiful body but hidden it under glamour charms. Now though, everyone could see her mile-long legs that led to a shapely ass. It wasn't the biggest, but it was toned and had an amazing shape to it. Her slim waist added to that shape, and her tempting body was topped off by a pair of fairly large breasts. She was always pleased by how perky they were. There was almost no sag to her chest and she was incredibly proud of it. She decided that Harry would have no chance at resisting her, and headed down to the great hall. She spotted him sitting with his friends and decided she would need to separate him from the pack. Using a charm that she had often needed with Astoria, she charmed a piece of parchment into his back pocket. With her strict father, that charm had often been the only way for her to communicate with her sister when one girl was locked in her respective room. Seeing his face scrunch up in confusion at feeling a note appear in his pocket, she headed to the Slytherin table, deciding her work was done.

-

Harry tried to subtly read the note he had just found in his pocket, seemingly appearing from nowhere. It only said, "Meet by the lake after breakfast. Come alone." It was suspicious to say the least, but Harry's gut told him he should at least check out what was going on. At that moment, Hermione saw the note and quickly began a line of questions. "What are you reading? Are you already studying for classes? I'd love to help if you were. Is that a note from someone?"

Before she could ask anything else Harry interrupted her, "It's just a shopping list that I forgot to take out of my back pocket Hermione. You need to relax." Harry wasn't sure why he had lied. The note had said come alone, but he could have at least told his friends where he was going. For some reason though, he wanted to find out what was going on for himself. As the great hall started to empty out, Harry excused himself on the excuse of going to help Hagrid with a quick errand. That quickly stopped the others from wanting to follow him, none of them anxious to deal with a dangerous creature on their first day back. Harry walked outside, basking for a moment in the sweet sunlight, before heading to the lake. Not seeing anyone, he sat down, only for someone to clear their throat softly behind him. Turning around, he was shocked to see none other than Daphne Greengrass before him. She looked stunning. She was dressed casually but somehow looked like she belonged in a photo shoot. One that would have many desperate men drooling all over themselves.
"Greengrass! I definitely didn't expect that note to be from you. We haven't actually even met before."

"Yes sorry about that Potter. You can understand how I wouldn't want to put my family in danger though by befriending the leader of the light."

Harry nodded, "Actually I can understand. I would have stayed out of the conflict in your position as well. Anyway, what did you want me here for."

Daphne started to feel just the slightest bit nervous for the first time, but quickly applied her occlumency shields and continued. "I actually have something of a proposition for you." Harry raised an eyebrow. "I need a way to relieve some of my... tension, and I think you can help. I saw you staring at me during the feast so I know you at least find me attractive. I have a plan that would be mutually beneficial to us if you're willing to consider it."

Harry looked at her, clearly confused. "What do you mean relieve tension? And why would you need me specifically for that?"

"I can answer both of those, but we'd need to be somewhere more private so we aren't overheard."

This didn't help Harry at all, but he slowly nodded anyway. "Well I can't really give you an answer without knowing more, so I guess we could head somewhere more private."

"Perfect! Follow me." Daphne spun around confidently and started walking towards the castle. She added some sway to her hips, knowing that Harry's eyes were on her read end. After a decently long walk, they arrived in the seventh floor corridor.

"The room of requirement?" Harry asked.

"You'll see," she promised as she opened the door.

Harry hadn't been sure what to expect, but a cozy bedroom was not it.
"What is this?" he asked, looking confused.

Daphne turned towards him and began to come closer. "I told you I needed to relieve some tension. I think you can figure out how to help me."

Despite being confused and unprepared, Harry felt himself beginning to harden in his jeans. Daphne had stepped closer and was now gently pressing against his chest. He was very aware of the firm breasts pressing against him and quickly was fully erect.

"Seems like you like this idea," Daphne purred into his ear as she pressed against him, feeling his hard cock against her stomach.

"Daphne... I don't really know you that well. I'm not sure this is a good idea," Harry slowly said. Even as he said it he could feel her hard nipples pushing against his chest.

"Shhhhh. Stop talking and follow my lead."

Harry let out a low groan as her body began to grind against his. She had a sultry look in her eyes that conveyed how totally in control she was. Harry found himself even more turned on by the idea. Maybe it was because he had been forced into leadership his whole life. Maybe he just was tired of making hard decisions, but Daphne taking charge was really sexy. Suddenly Daphne started to lean closer and before he knew what was happening, he was making out with the hottest girl he had ever seen. Their lips locked and it was only a second before Daphne forced her tongue between his lips, exploring his mouth and savoring the taste. Harry moaned again slightly and Daphne smiled against his lips. She slowly pulled back and made eye contact with him again.

"Enjoying ourselves are we?" Harry nodded in response. Unable to speak. "Good. Strip and get on the bed."

Harry was taken aback, but was too turned on to ignore her orders. He clumsily removes his shirt, revealing his slim but toned torso. His pants and shoes quickly joined his shirt but he paused before removing his boxers.
"I didn't say to stop. I want to see everything," Daphne ordered. Harry quickly obeyed and removed his boxers, allowing his veiny cock to flop out into the open. He then sat on the bed as instructed. Daphne removed her wand and performed a quick charm.

"Seven inches. Not too awful." Harry was unsure how to respond. He had always felt like he had a decent size, but Daphne's remark wasn't reassuring. His thoughts were suddenly brought to a halt as Daphne stepped closer and began to remove her shirt. She wore a black lacy bra underneath, which was doing an amazing job of showing off her cleavage. It didn't hide anything, but pushed her breasts up so they were even mouth watering. She reached behind her and undid the clasp, letting the garment fall to the ground. Harry's mouth dropped open. Her breasts stood perfectly to attention, not drooping even an inch. They looked like the perfect size to him, just too big to get his hands completely around but not so big they sagged down. Her nipples were small and hard, with a dusty pink coloring that looked perfect against her pale skin.

Harry was about to comment, but was prevented from doing so when she stepped forward and pulled his head into her right breast. He was at the perfect height from his sitting position and needed no encouragement before sucking forcefully on her nipple. Daphne let out a soft moan and allowed Harry to switch between breasts for a few minutes. Harry roughly licked around each nipple and alternated sucking on each hard nub.

When she decided she had enough, she pulled Harry off the bed by his hair and pushed him down into a kneeling position. Harry was about to object to being forced onto the floor when Daphne started to unzip her pants. Harry had never seen a woman's vagina before, and his heart was racing in anticipation. His mind raced thinking of all the muggle magazines that Dean had smuggled into the dorms, every one of them full of tight pussies that were always neatly shaved and dripping wet. The thought made him shiver in anticipation. He had been nervous to get intimate with a girl he barely knew, but after experiencing Daphne take total control of him, he couldn't get enough. His cock had never felt so hard before. Daphne slowly lowered her jean shorts to the ground, revealing a black thong that hid very little. Something seemed off to Harry though, but he couldn't place it. Daphne saw the confusion in his eyes and laughed. "Oh sorry about that. I forgot I hadn't removed the glamour."

With one more wave of her wand, her thong disappeared and Harry could see clearly what was hidden a mere moment ago. Daphne was sporting the biggest cock he had ever seen in his life.

Harry began to sputter as he stared at the monster cock in front of him. Struggling to find words he finally managed to ask, "What is that?"

Daphne quickly realized that Tracey must have been right. "It's a dick Harry. I take it you don't know about the witches gift?"

Harry shook his head, still at a loss for words. "Only powerful witches have dicks, as it's a direct result of powerful magic. The story is that when the amount of wizards was low from ancient wars, magic gifted witches the ability to reproduce amongst themselves. It prevented the whole wizarding race from dying out."

Harry nodded slowly, still shocked but with a better understanding with what was going on. He stared at the huge cock in front of his face. Even soft it was as large as his. He looked up at Daphne, "What am I supposed to do with this? I'm not gay."

"I'm still a girl Harry. It isn't gay to pleasure me. And you're supposed to play with it and get it hard."

Harry slowly reached his hand up, deciding to trust her for now. Surprisingly, his erection hadn't subsided and he was still incredibly turned on by everything she was doing.

"That's it. Jerk me until I'm nice and hard."

Harry followed his orders and began to run his hand up and down the soft shaft. Daphne quickly began to harden, growing longer with each trip his hand took down the length. Harry was shocked to see that as her cock got thicker, his hand could no longer fully fit around it. How big could she get? He started jerking faster and soon brought his other hand up to help the first, using two hands and twisting in a way that he himself found pleasurable. Daphne began to moan and thrust against him.

After another minute of jerking, she was fully hard and Harry stared on in awe. Every inch of her hard meat stick was shockingly beautiful. It didn't have the ugly rough skin or veins like a normal cock. Instead it was smooth and pale, with no hair on it. Beneath her shaft two pairs of huge balls swung gently, waiting to unleash a torrent of girl cum. What truly awed Harry though was the size. Daphne's cock wasn't just incredibly long, it was also as thick around as a bottle of butter beer. Daphne grinned down at him, seeing how he admired her huge girl cock. "Fourteen inches long when I'm hard. Double your puny length." Harry usually would get angry at an insult like that but instead he felt his cock twitch at her remark. "It's time for you to really get to work now. Open your mouth."

Harry looked at her huge size and began to protest. "I don't think I can suck that Daphne..."

"Good. You aren't going to suck it. I'm going to face fuck you."

Harry started to protest, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Daphne pulled his head forward roughly and pushed the head of her cock into his mouth. The huge purple mushroom at the tip of her cock barely fit in his mouth and Harry could feel his jaw straining to stay open as wide as it was. The head alone filled his entire mouth and he could tell his jaw would be aching in mere minutes. Harry also noticed that there was a distinctly musky taste in his mouth, mixed with a slightly salty but intriguing taste of precum dripping from the bulbous head.

"You like the taste of my cock don't you?" Daphne asked.

As if I'm response, Harry moved his tongue along the bottom of the tip, coaxing more precum into his mouth for him to sample.
Daphne moaned as she felt her head rest against his tongue.
"Your mouth is so hot and wet. I bet your throat will be even better."

Harry's eyes went wide as he realized what she wanted him to do. She began to push her cock slowly forwards, making him sputter as the entrance to his throat was tested roughly. She pushed harder but couldn't get more than the head into his mouth before he started to gag and cough.

"Just the tip on your own? You're going to need some breaking in it looks like." Harry grunted in protest but that just seemed to make Daphne more excited. She pulled harder against his head, and Harry felt his gag reflex working even harder than before. His eyes began to water as she pushed against the entrance to his tight throat.

"Just swallow for me. It will make things easier," Daphne promised.

Harry made eye contact with her before deciding to follow her advice and swallow. At the very least it would be better than gagging and coughing nonstop. As he swallowed, another two inches of her huge meat log slipped into his mouth, forcing her huge tip into his throat. Harry was surprised when he didn't gag harder, almost as if his throat had given up on resisting the massive cock forcing itself down. Daphne moaned as Harry focused hard on breathing through his nose. She pushed her cock in another inch and felt Harry's lips beginning to tighten even more around her shaft. Her member grew thicker up to the middle of the shaft, making it thickest in the center, but Harry's mouth could barely even open for the first few inches. The thought of him being force fed her huge dick made her want to cum on the spot, but she wanted to get more out of this encounter. Daphne let out a grunt and shoved Harry's head down hard, allowing for almost half her giant cock to lodge itself in his previously virgin throat. Harry sputtered weakly, trying to protest that no more would fit, but Daphne only seemed to grow more anxious at his noises of protest.

"Stop struggling Potter. I'm going to make you my little slut one way or another, and it's better if you just admit you're liking it."

As if to prove her point, Daphne pointedly looked down to where Harry's hard cock was straining against his trousers. He actually wasn't sure he could call what he had between his legs a cock anymore. What Daphne had made him take down his throat was a cock, he just had a penis.

She began to push his head down again, but quickly found she couldn't force more than her current few inches into his mouth and throat. She then drew back so that only the angry purple head was in his throat. She then began thrusting back and forth, sawing in and out of his throat, but not making any new progress. Regardless, she seemed to be greatly enjoying the sensation around what she could fit, if her loud moans were anything to go off of. Harry thought he would pass out soon if she didn't let him take a full breath. He had tried to breathe through his nose, but Daphne's python cut off almost all air when she shoved her fat head into his tight throat with every push. Finally, she pulled the head back into Harry's mouth, once again filling it with her hot precum. Harry's saliva leaked sloppily out of his previously sealed lips and down his face. A mix of his saliva and Daphne's precum made her shaft shine like it was freshly polished, which he supposed it was. Seeing that huge cock shine as it pulled out of his mouth made him start to relax again. Harry breathed a sigh of relief, when he suddenly realized she still had work for him to do.

Taking a step forward, she pushed her cock into a downward angle, lining up more directly with Harry's throat. She gave a huge thrust, and Harry felt his throat give way as if flood gates inside him had been opened. Four more inches of huge girl cock shot down his throat, and he felt himself gagging harder than before. Tears ran down his face from his eyes watering and yet, he couldn't deny how hot it was for Daphne to use him like her one personal fuck toy. He felt as if he could cum just from sucking her dick, and could tell that he was leaking precum onto the floor. The way his throat clutched at the fat shaft inside it was exciting him.

"That's my little good little slut," Daphne purred as Harry's throat stretched around the thick center to her cock. For whatever reason, being called a good little slut turned Harry on even more than the throat fucking he was receiving. He let out a moan around Daphne's rod as his eyes started to roll back in pleasure. Daphne quickly realized how much Harry has enjoyed her dirty talk and decided to capitalize.

"So you like being my good little slut? Well maybe if you keep doing a good job there will be a reward for you."

Harry thought he could cum on the spot hearing her call him her little slut again. He let out a slightly girly moan as Daphne reached her deepest point yet with her cock. After fitting ten inches into Harry's throat, Daphne began to thrust back and forth, almost entirely removing her cock before shoving it right back down the throat of the chosen one. Lubricated by his saliva and her precum, it was easier to thrust in with every attempt, and soon she was flying in and out of his mouth faster than Harry would have thought possible. Saliva and precum spilled all over the floor every time she pulled out, accompanied by a wet slurping sound of his lips being dragged back and forth along the giant meat stick. Her giant balls swung back and forth with her thrusts, seemingly desperate to smack him in the face. It didn't seem enough for Daphne though and she pulled out of Harry's throat completely.

"Get on the bed. Lay on your back and hang your head over the side."

Harry did as he was instructed, unsure what to expect. It quickly became clear that Daphne wasn't done with his throat as she lined up with his abused mouth once again. She could see her precum dripping from his lips and it turned her on even more.

"Get ready to truly become my little cum slut Harry. After this you can never go back."

The thought excited Harry, loathe as he was to admit it and he felt his cock twitch at the thought. He had no chance to respond however, because Daphne quickly pushed her way into his mouth and down his throat. Her lubricated cock made it easily to ten inches again and with a firm push, she managed to stuff in two more. Harry could feel his throat bulging due to thickness of her member. Daphne seemed to be loving the sight, as her eyes traced along his neck, watching her shaft travel along it from the outside.

It was definitely thicker than Harry's wrist, which combined with her stunning length, made for the ultimate monster. She pulled her cock back until only the tip rested in his mouth, depositing another load of precum for him to taste. He was beginning to love the salty-sweet taste of her precum, and it made him wonder what a full batch of her girl cum would taste like. Daphne seemed anxious to give him the answer to his question as she began to fuck his face with a renewed energy, pulling all the way back with every thrust, loving the sound of him gagging and choking on her dick. As she moved harder and faster, she forced more of her member into his throat until suddenly, the smack of her balls against his face announced that she was completely submerged inside Harry's throat. She took a moment to savor the feeling. Harry's throat bulged obscenely with her massive member buried to the hilt. Her huge balls rested across his eyes and forehead, the thin layer of sweat causing them to stick ever so slightly to him.

Harry had barely had a coherent thought in the past fifteen minutes as he had been face fucked nonstop. He knew though, that he had never been so turned on his life though. Even as he struggled to breathe against her unmoving monster, he felt his cock begging for release. He felt slightly ashamed that he loved being dominated by this random girl who was not only little more than a stranger to him, but was also a Slytherin. He didn't have much time to feel ashamed however, because Daphne began thrusting harder than ever. Harry desperately sucked in smalls breaths between pushes as he felt his throat be abused harder than ever. Each thrust was loudly announced by her balls smacking aggressively into Harry's face, the smooth skin making a rather loud noise on impact. Daphne was loving every moment of her perverse pleasure, and soon realized she was getting close to release. She took that as her cue to roughly grab Harry's head and fuck his skull like it was a toy she was determined to break with her meaty girl cock. The feeling of his tight throat around her mushroom head and fat shaft made her moan in our ecstasy.

"Get ready slut! I'm about to stuff you like you've never felt before!"

She thrust a few more times, before burying her cock inside Harry's throat and holding his head tightly against the base of her shaft. She felt her balls tighten and she suddenly shot deep into Harry's throat. Harry felt the hot batter being released directly into his stomach. Her cum was thick and creamy, being forced down by powerful contractions that Harry could feel very distinctly. The feeling of her cum traveling down her length into his stomach was strangely pleasant and he enjoyed every spurt she released. The thick cream filled him completely and he could feel his stomach being weighed down by the copious amount of cum in it. Before finishing, Daphne pulled back to Harry's mouth and deposited some of her girl cum on his tongue, giving him a taste of her thick batter. Harry had never tasted anything so delicious. The heavy cream was made better by the fact that he had earned it through his obedient cock sucking.

As Daphne finally pulled out of his mouth, she her last spurts land on his face and Harry quickly realized that he was rock hard and hadn't gotten to cum. "Um Daphne, would it be alright for me to finish myself off."

Daphne looked at his throbbing dick and realized how close he was to cumming.

"I'll finish you off. But you have to tell me what you are now."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked confused.

"I told you there was no going back now. What are you to me?"

A look of comprehension dawned on Harry face. He grinned and responded, "I'm you're little cum slut."

"Good boy," Daphne said.

She then grabbed his cock with only her thumb and index finger, jerking him off quickly. He came after not even ten seconds after she began, but she removed her fingers as soon as he began to cum. Harry groaned as he thrust his hips into the air to no avail, his orgasm completely ruined by Daphne's lack of attention to him.

"You came so fast. That even more pathetic than your tiny dick size," Daphne laughed. Harry again was surprised that he found her comments more of a turn on than an insult. "And just to let you know, that was the last time you'll ever be allowed to cum by having your dick touched."

Harry looked at her confused. "What do you mean? How am I supposed to cum?"

A large grin spread across Daphne's face. "I'll show you," she said. "Bend over the side of the bed."

Harry quickly realized what she wanted and began to shake his head.

"That monster can't fit back there! It barely fit in my mouth! And isn't that a little... I don't know... unsanitary?"

Daphne let out a small laugh. "The great Harry Potter, vanquisher of the Dark Lord is going to sit here covered in cum and talk to me about how he wants to be nice and sanitary. Doesn't that sound a little odd to you?"

Harry had to admit it was a little pointless for his to act modest and proper after he'd just had his throat stretched to unimaginable proportions by the gorgeous woman in front of him. Still, he had some misgivings.

"Well I've never had anything back there and certainly nothing as huge as your... you know."

"My cock? My little slut should be able to mention my massive cock without getting embarrassed. And I'm not sure why you're worried about never having taken it in the ass before."

"Well it might hurt and I don't think things are supposed to go up there like that."

"Had you ever sucked cock before today?"

"Well no bu-"

"And you've never tried something up your ass before?"

"No I haven't bu-"

"Then stop arguing about things you don't know and be a good little slut for me. Bend over the bed."

Harry was unsure of what to say. He couldn't really argue with her logic, but he still couldn't get over the fact that she wanted to fit that monster of a cock into his virgin asshole. Reluctantly, Harry bent over the side of the bed and turned to watch as Daphne walked up behind him.

"I promise you're going to love this," she reassured him.

Harry nodded ever so slightly and he felt Daphne spread her legs on either side of his. She then took her massive shaft in her hand, and dropped it right down between his firm ass cheeks. Moaning ever so slightly, she began to push his butt cheeks around her shaft and saw back and forth slowly. The mix of saliva and cum still covering her massive rod eliminated any friction and she glided easily back and forth. She continued for a moment longer before deciding to continue to the main course.

Spreading his cheeks apart, she took a good look at his tight rosebud, admiring the view. She would be the first and last person to see his virgin asshole. Daphne spit into his crack, allowing the saliva to trickle down and pool in his waiting hole. She then set her huge head against his clenched opening. She almost told him to relax himself, but figured it would be more fun to force him open. She began to slowly press, and after a few seconds of fighting, his rosebud began to ever so slightly give in. Her tip pushed against his hole before it ever so slightly began to enter. Harry let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding as he decided that the sensation wasn't too bad so far. That turned out to be a huge mistake, because by relaxing his previously clenched hole, he allowed Daphne to fit her whole head into him. The flaring head spread his hole further than ever before and Harry shouted out briefly in shock. Daphne moaned louder than before and grinned.

"I get to be the one to take the virginity of the boy-who-lived. I'll make sure everyone knows that Daphne Greengrass fucked Harry Potter's ass raw before anyone else has even a chance to look at it."

Harry blushed at her comments but stayed silent, focus intently on trying not to shout out more as his no longer virgin hole was stretched to the limit. Deciding not to waste any more time lost in the moment, Daphne began to push forward. Even with her cock being lubed up from their previous activities, it was tough going. Harry seemed to be fighting hard to keep her out. She made steady progress though, and after a few more inches were in, she began to thrust back in forth. She kept the tip in, opting against stretching his hole to the extreme again. Harry grunted as she began to move faster, making steady progress into his ass.

Harry couldn't believe that the giant cock that had just fucked his throat was actually fitting in his ass. The pain was slowly fading, but Harry couldn't say that he was experiencing any real pleasure either. As soon as he had that thought though, Daphne seemed to read his mind. She moved her hands from his ass to his hips, pulling firmly as she buried her massive meat stick even deeper in his clenching ass. Harry suddenly let out a loud gasp as he felt a strange sensation he'd never felt before. A sudden burst of pleasure courses through his veins and he felt ready to burst. Daphne grinned as she continued to thrust in and out methodically.

"I told you that you would love this. That's your prostate that I'm crushing right now."

Harry didn't even register what she was saying, as he dropped his head onto the mattress below him. Daphne began to plow even harder, something Harry didn't think was possible, as she practically threw his hips back towards herself with ever thrust. Harry was now panting as her massive head crushed his prostate each time it moved in and out. Daphne was making more progress every time she pushed her length back inside his welcoming ass.

"You're going to make the perfect little butt slut!" she exclaimed in excitement. Harry couldn't even nod as his mind went blank of everything besides pleasure.

As she fucked him raw, she firmly slapped him on the ass providing a sting that made Harry moan. He never would've guessed how much he love having his ass smacked while he was thoroughly fucked but it only caused his to clench harder around the massive cock that was driving him insane.

"All little butt sluts love a slap on the ass!"

Daphne kept thrusting and Harry suddenly felt her massive balls smack forcefully into his much smaller pair. The slight pain only added to his overall pleasure and he could feel himself coming close to an orgasm. As Daphne got deeper she was truly crushing his prostrate with every drag of her huge shaft back and forth. When her thighs finally smacked against Harry's ass he reached the point of no return. Daphne continued to drag her huge member in and out of his battered hole as Harry felt his cock spurt onto the bed below him. He had never felt an orgasm so intense, and as Daphne continued to fuck him it continued longer than ever before. He let out his entire load before completely collapsing and going motionless. With one final slap across his ass cheek, Daphne slowly pulled out of his now gaping ass and Harry figured that would be it for the day.

When she flipped him onto his back, he couldn't even give a grunt of protest. She had practically fucked him into a coma and who was he to stop it from happening again. He barely processed as she picked his legs up and placed them over her shoulders forcing his ass to come up off the mattress. He suddenly snapped back to attention though as Daphne forcefully shoved her whole length back inside his already abused ass and he felt another surge of pleasure.

"You're going to love this slut. I'll be nice in deep in you this way."

Harry tried to nod but as Daphne began to thrust into him hard he seemed to lose more motor skills. If it was possible, Harry thought he liked this position even more than the last one. Daphne's shocking blue eyes met his as she stared down from above. Her golden blonde hair was pulled back but a few strands hung around her face. What really caught Harry's attention though was the way her tits bounced up and down as she thrust in and out firmly as top speed. Between the gorgeous breasts in front of him and the massive girl cock deep inside him, Harry was in sensory overload. He quickly felt himself building back to orgasm as her massive shaft ground against his sensitive prostate. Every thrust made her thighs smack satisfyingly against his ass as she buried herself to the hilt over and over.

"Tell me how much you love this slut!" Daphne grunted out.

"I love your big cock so much! Please keep fucking me I never want this to end!" Harry practically shouted out his confession and Daphne's huge balls let out a wet smack against his ass. Daphne gave him his wish and continued to drive her member into him, not slowing down for an instant. Harry's mouth fell open in pleasure as he felt himself getting closer than ever to yet another orgasm. It shocked him that he could cum without even touching his cock but he had a feeling he would never want to touch it again after today. Once last thrust was all it took from Daphne to send him over the edge and Harry let out another load, this time directly into his open mouth.

"Swallow every last drop cum slut!" Daphne yelled as she continued to thrust. Harry did exactly as she asked and that sight, along with his clenching hole, forced Daphne over the edge as well. She let out a loud moan as she buried herself deep in his ass and unloaded another massive load of her thick girl cum deep into his bowels. Harry felt his insides heat up with the massive amount of cum being forced into him. His orgasm finally came to an end as Daphne stopped thrusting and he swallowed the last of his own cum. Daphne pulled out slowly as her cream began to leak slowly from his gaping hole. She rolled off of him and Harry laid back content in a puddle of her sticky cum. They both grinned as they came down from their orgasms. After a quick moment to recover, Daphne turned to Harry beside her.

"I think we'll have to make this a regular activity," she said in a seductive whisper.

"I'd like that," Harry responded.

"Of course, a butt slut like you is meant to be shared. I think next time I'll bring Tracey with me too."