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1 Year Anniversary Special (Harry / Daphne / Hermione / Fleur: One-Shot)
🕑 Added 2025-01-11 04:56:37 +0000 UTCIt has now been one full year since I started writing for you guys! The time has flown by, and while it has certainly been difficult at times, I believe I have learned a lot and gotten a lot better at writing than where I was when I started. That said, there is still a long ways to go before I would consider myself proficient.
To celebrate the anniversary, I wrote a surprise one-shot including Daphne, Fleur and Hermione. I hope you can forgive me for not making a poll out of it, but time got the better of me and I had to just get started on something to get it finished in time. To make it up to you, I hope to have the next chapter of 'Harry's Winter Wonderland' out in two days time! Enjoy!
See the attached PDF/EPUB for '1 Year Anniversary Special (Harry / Daphne / Hermione / Fleur: One-Shot)' or read the one-shot below!
"Happy Anniversary, Harry!" Daphne exclaimed, as she wrapped her arms around Harry's neck and planted a deep, passionate kiss on his lips. Harry could feel her body pressing against him, the nipples of her firm breasts pressing into his chest through her sheer dress. Hermione and Fleur were on either side of him, their hands running up and down his arms and chest.
This is insane, Harry thought, as he felt his cock twitch in his trousers. Three beautiful women, all over me. And they're all mine.
"I can't believe it's been a year since we first... did this," Hermione said, with a coy smile. Her hand was resting on Harry's thigh, and he could feel her fingers inching closer and closer to his crotch. "But I have to admit, I'm glad we did."
Hermione had always been a bit of a prude in Harry's eyes, but this last year had changed her. She was still the bright, bookish girl he had always known, but now she was also confident, and adventurous. And, as he had learned over the past few months, very, very horny.
Fleur, on the other hand, had always been open about her desires. The quarter-Veela had a magical allure, and she used it to her full advantage. She was the kind of woman who could make a man's knees go weak with just a glance, and Harry was no exception.
"Oui, it has been a wonderful year," Fleur agreed, her French accent purring in Harry's ear. "And today, we have a surprise for you, 'arry."
"A surprise?" Harry asked, as Daphne finally pulled away from the kiss. Her lips were swollen and red, and her eyes burned with a desire that told Harry everything he needed to know about what kind of surprise they had in mind.
"Oh yes," Daphne said, a wicked smile spreading across her face. "We've been planning this for weeks. We thought it was only fitting, to celebrate our first anniversary with something... special."
Hermione's hand had now reached Harry's crotch, and she was rubbing his cock through his trousers. He could feel himself growing harder and harder, as the three women continued to tease him.
"What do you think, Harry?" Daphne asked, her voice low and sultry. "Do you want your surprise?"
Harry let out a low growl, grabbing Daphne by the waist and pulling her close. "I think you know what I want," he said, before kissing her deeply once more.
Before Harry knew it, three pairs of hands were tearing at his clothes, ripping open his shirt and pulling down his trousers, freeing his massive, throbbing cock. Another coordinated effort later, and Harry was pushed back onto the couch in their apartment's living room, with Daphne landing on top of him not a moment after.
The elegant dress she was wearing had been pushed up, and her bare ass was now resting on Harry's lap, her pussy wet and warm against his cock. Harry groaned as he felt her moving, rubbing her wet lips against his cock, coating it in her juices.
Fuck! Harry thought. He loved it when Daphne dressed like this—it was the perfect combination of slutty and classy; the kind of outfit that made her look like a goddess in the right lighting, and a total whore in the wrong one. And he loved that she wasn't afraid to use it to her advantage.
"I think I've teased you enough," Daphne whispered into Harry's ear. He could feel her breath on his skin, and it made him shiver with anticipation. "Don't you think?"
"I think you're a cocktease," Harry replied, his voice low and dangerous.
Daphne laughed, a low, sultry sound that sent shivers down Harry's spine. "I know you do," she said. "But I think it's time we gave you your surprise."
Harry groaned as he felt Daphne's lips brush against his ear, her breath hot on his skin.
"I'm no longer on the potion, Harry," she whispered. "None of us are."
Harry's eyes widened in surprise. Of all the surprises he could have imagined, this was not one of them.
He had always wanted to be a father, but he had never thought it would happen like this. He had always assumed that he would have to choose one of his lovers, settle down, and start a family. But now, here they were, offering him the chance to have it all.
"Are you sure?" Harry asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.
"We're sure," Hermione said, her voice steady and confident. She was seated to his right, her tits pressed into his arm as she leaned against him, giving him her very best impression of a triceps masseuse. "We all talked about it, and we all agreed. We want this, Harry. We want to give you a family."
He looked over at Fleur, who was seated to his left. She had her legs spread wide, her hands already playing with her needy pussy as she watched them.
"Oui, we've all discussed it," Fleur said, her accent making the words sound even more sensual than they already were. "And we want to do it now, so that we can all raise our children together."
Finally, Harry looked up at Daphne, who was smiling down at him. It was not the usual cock-throbbing smile she usually reserved just for him, but a soft, gentle one. A smile that told him that she loved him, and that she wanted this just as much as he did.
"I want this, Harry," she said. "I want you to fill me up with your cum and put a baby in me."
And then, as Daphne spoke those words, something inside Harry finally snapped, and he lost himself to the lust and desire that had built up inside him over the last year. He grabbed Daphne by the waist, lifting her up just enough to let his cock slip between her pussy lips, and then he pushed up, sinking himself balls-deep inside her in one, swift motion.
Daphne let out a loud, wanton moan, her head falling back as Harry began to fuck her with a mindless abandon. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in deeper with every thrust, and Harry could feel her pussy tightening around his cock.
Fuck, he thought. That's why she's dripping wet! She must have been anticipating this moment for weeks now!
Harry's hands were gripping her hips, pulling her down onto his cock with every thrust, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the room. Daphne's head was thrown back, her neck arched as she panted and moaned, her lips wet with her own saliva.
His hips was a blur as he rammed into her, moving with a speed and precision that would have been impossible for a lesser man. He was relentless, pounding into her without pause, the couch beneath them shaking with every thrust. Harry's balls were slapping against her ass, making a lewd, wet sound as the cum inside them churned and swirled, ready to finally be put to good use.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she cried out, over and over again. "Fuck me, Harry! Fuck me like the slut I am!"
And Harry pledged to do exactly that. And with each time his hips shot up into the air to drive his cock into her, the force of his powerful hips travelled up into her chest, causing her soft, perky tits to bounce and shake within the confines of her sheer dress. The low neckline of her attire was not exactly holding back her breasts, either, as every time her breasts bounced, a little bit more cleavage was revealed, until finally, the two perfect mounds spilled out of the neckline completely.
Harry watched this happen, transfixed by the sight of her jiggling tits. He was in awe of Daphne's body, and he loved the way it responded to his every touch. He reached up, grabbing one of her breasts in his hand and squeezing it, feeling the weight of it in his palm. Daphne moaned even louder, her pussy clenching around his cock as he played with her nipple.
"Oh yes, Harry!" she cried out. "Play with my tits! Make me come!"
Harry could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he continued to fuck Daphne with everything he had. He could feel her pussy clenching around his cock, her body tensing as she got closer and closer to her own orgasm.
"I'm going to come!" Daphne cried out. "I'm going to come all over your cock! Fill me up, Harry! Put a baby in me!"
And with one final, powerful thrust, Harry buried himself balls-deep inside Daphne, his throbbing cock pumping stream after stream of hot, sticky cum into Daphne's pussy. He could feel her orgasm, too, her pussy tightening around his cock as she screamed and moaned in pleasure.
Harry collapsed back onto the couch, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Daphne was still on top of him, her body limp as she rested her head on his chest. Harry could feel his cock still inside her, his cum leaking out of her pussy and onto his balls.
"Happy Anniversary, Harry," she said, before leaning up to kiss him.
As their lips met, Harry could feel his cock stirring back to life. He had never been able to get enough of these women, and it seemed like tonight was no exception.
Harry slipped out from underneath Daphne, who rolled onto her side on the couch. She was still breathing heavily, her body glistening with sweat as she watched him with a satisfied smile on her face.
"Who's next?" he asked, as he looked from one woman to the other.
Hermione had been watching the two of them with wide-eyed fascination, her hand still buried in her own pussy. As soon as Harry spoke, she pulled her fingers out, licking them clean as she stood up.
"I think it's my turn," she said, before bending over the armrest of the couch and pushing her ass out. "Fuck me like this, Harry. Impregnate me!"
Harry groaned, his cock already hardening again at the sight of her. He loved fucking Hermione, especially when he got to take her from behind. There was just something so primal about burying his fat cock in his prudish, bookworm-of-a-friend's ass, and fucking her like a dog.
And besides, he had always had a thing for her ass. There was just something about the way it jiggled and bounced as he fucked her, the way it slapped against his hips with every thrust. It was perfect, and he loved every chance he got to grab it, to squeeze it, to watch it shake with the force of his thrusts.
But tonight was a special occasion, and Harry had no intention of turning down the offer of her glistening pussy over her familiar backdoor. He wanted to pump her full with his seed, put a baby in her, just like he had hopefully done with Daphne. And from his current position behind her, he was in the perfect position to do just that.
He rubbed the tip of his cock against her wet pussy, teasing her with his movements. He could feel her getting wetter and wetter, her body twitching with anticipation as she waited for him to sink his cock into her.
And then, without warning, he pushed himself inside her, his thick cock sliding into her hot, wet pussy with a slick, wet sound. Hermione let out a long, low moan, her hands gripping the armrest as she pushed herself back into him, taking his entire length in one, fluid motion.
Harry groaned, his body tensing as he felt the hot, slick walls of her pussy clench around his cock.
Bloody hell, she's tight, he thought. She must have been so horny, just waiting for me to fuck her like this.
Harry's hands were on Hermione's hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to fuck her with long, powerful strokes. He watched that delectable ass of hers like a man possessed, following each ripple of flesh as he buried his cock to the hilt with every thrust.
Hermione's pussy was tight, gripping his cock like a vice as he pushed himself into her again and again. Her hands were on the armrest, gripping it for dear life as Harry fucked her, her body shaking with every thrust.
"Fuck, fuck fuck!" Hermione cried out, her voice hoarse and strained. "I'm gonna—"
Unfortunately, Hermione never got to finish her thought. Harry's hand came down on her ass in a stinging slap, and she came right then and there, her pussy fluttering around his cock as she screamed with pleasure. He felt her pussy tighten even more around his cock as she came, the hot, wet walls of her pussy gripping him like a vice, pulling him deeper inside her.
But that didn't mean Harry felt the need to slow down. No, not at all. Instead, he sped up, his hips slamming into Hermione's ass as he fucked her with a desperate, primal need to breed. And the fact that she was currently coming undone beneath him was just the icing on the cake.
Hermione's cries filled the room, echoing off the walls as Harry fucked her without mercy. She was screaming and moaning, her tits flying in every direction as she threw her head back and cried out in pleasure. Harry could feel her pussy clenching around his cock, her body tensing as she got closer and closer to another mind-blowing orgasm.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she cried out. "I'm gonna come again! Oh, fuck, Harry, I'm gonna come again!"
Harry's hips were a blur as he pounded into Hermione, his balls slapping against her ass with every thrust. He could feel his own orgasm building, his balls tightening as he got closer and closer to the edge.
And then, with one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself balls-deep inside Hermione, his cock erupting with a torrent of hot, sticky cum. He could feel it pumping into her, filling her up as she screamed and moaned in pleasure.
Harry collapsed onto Hermione's back, his cock still buried deep inside her as he tried to catch his breath. He could feel her pussy clenching around his cock, her body shaking with pleasure as she came down from her orgasm.
"Mmm, that was amazing," Hermione said, her voice soft and content. "I love it when you fuck me like that, Harry."
Harry smiled, kissing the back of her neck as he pulled out of her. He could see his cum leaking out of her pussy, dripping down her thighs as he stood up, her body still shaking from the force of her orgasm. "I love it too, Hermione," he said.
And then, Harry turned to Fleur, who was still seated on the couch, her fingers buried deep in her pussy as she watched him with wide, lustful eyes.
"And now," he said, a wicked smile spreading across his face. "It's your turn."
Fleur let out a low, sultry moan, her fingers moving faster and faster in her pussy as she watched Harry approach her. He could see her pussy glistening with her juices, her clit swollen and red as she played with herself.
"Oui, 'arry," she said, her accent purring in his ear. "It is time you claimed your French whore, non?" The look she was giving him was practically pleading, and he could feel his cock stirring back to life.
Fleur was a needy witch, and due to her Veela heritage, she was even more sensitive to the force of his thick cock than his other lovers. And while that had certainly led Harry to more pleasurable experience than he had the need to count, Fleur had also inherited another Veela trait that had proved a bit more challenging to manage; Fleur was, quite simply, insatiable.
Harry had quickly learned that the best way to make her come undone was to simple let her stew for a bit, to fuck Daphne and Hermione in front of her until she was so horny, so desperate for his cock that she could barely sit still. For as she watched her friends in jealousy, the anticipation of Harry filling her up with his hot, sticky cum would build and build, until she was practically begging him to bend her in half and fuck her like the insatiable whore she was.
And that was one of the reasons why Harry always saved Fleur for last. Only when he was done with the others would he turn his attention to the french witch, and if he had played his cards right—let her stew for just the right amount of time—would she be so horny, so desperate for his cock that she would literally come undone beneath him at his very first touch.
He grabbed Fleur by the legs, pushing them up next to her ears, bending her in half like a pretzel. She was the most flexible of his girlfriends, and every time he bent her in half like this, she somehow became even more sensitive.
Harry could feel her tremble beneath him, her body quaking as he ran his hands up her legs. He could see her pussy quivering, her clit throbbing with need.
It was finally time for Harry to check on the results of his culinary prowess.
He quickly rose to the tip of his toes, providing his cock with the necessary altitude above her quivering body, and then he brought it down with a satisfying thwack on Fleur's puffy pussy lips. Fleur let out a high-pitched cry, her body going rigid as the orgasm she had been edging towards for the better part of the past twenty minutes suddenly tore through her body like wildfire.
Fleur's entire body shook as she came, her back arching beautifully, pushing her perfect tits to the heavens as her pussy spasmed with pleasure. Harry could feel her clit twitching beneath his meaty cock, the sensitive nub of flesh pulsing and throbbing with every orgasmic wave that pulsed through her body, the orgasm ripping through her with an intensity that made her scream and moan like a woman possessed.
She cried out in what Harry could only presume to be French, her words lost in a torrent of primal, visceral noises as she came. Not that Harry would have been able to recite them if she had spoken in English, as the orgasmic waves that tore through her body had made her incoherent.
Which could only mean one thing; she was ready, and it was now time for the main course.
Harry plunged his cock into Fleur's dripping pussy, sinking it balls-deep into her tight, wet hole in one, fluid motion. Fleur let out a loud, wanton moan, her body tensing as it swallowed his thick, throbbing cock whole.
He pounded into her with powerful strokes, his cock plunging in and out of her pussy with a wet, lewd sound. Fleur was screaming and moaning, her body shaking with pleasure as Harry fucked her with everything he had.
"Oh, mon dieu!" she cried out, her voice strained and desperate. "I'm coming again, 'arry! I'm coming again!"
And come she did, her entire body shaking as she came undone beneath him, only restricted by the iron-clad grip Harry had on her legs. Her pussy was quivering around his cock, her hot, wet walls gripping him tightly as she came again and again.
And that was another reason Harry always saved Fleur for last. She was, simply put, a cum-guzzling machine, and her pussy never failed to milk him dry, her muscles always milking every last drop of his seed from his balls and deep into her womb, ensuring that there was no chance of her not getting pregnant—that was, of course, unless she was on the potion.
Harry chalked it up to the Veela in her, as if her innate magic also had a hand on his cock, stroking it in time with her fluttering pussy. But if he had already emptied his balls once or twice that night, he could ensure that he lasted a little bit longer, that he could fuck her with just a little more endurance, and make her come undone again and again until she was a panting, babbling mess.
"Come on, Fleur," Harry growled, his hips slamming into hers as he fucked her with desperate, needy strokes. "You can do better than that. Come again, you insatiable whore. Come for me!"
Fleur screamed, her pussy clenching around Harry's cock as another orgasm tore through her at his command. Harry could feel her pussy milking him, her muscles massaging his length as she came again, the waves of pleasure coursing through her body making her moan and cry out incoherently.
And it was only then that Harry felt the familiar tightening of his balls, the cum inside them churning as he felt his own orgasm threatening to burst from his cock. And with a last, desperate push, he buried himself balls-deep inside his lover, his cock pumping stream after stream of hot, sticky cum inside her.
He could feel the heat of his seed spreading inside Fleur's womb, her Veela-magic working overtime to ensure the continuation of her species, the pleasure of it almost as intense as the act of coming itself. It was a sensation he had never gotten used to, and one that never failed to leave him in awe, no matter how many times he experienced it.
As the final drop of his cum was vacuumed out of his balls, Harry collapsed onto the couch next to Fleur, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He looked around at his three lovers, their bodies glistening with sweat and cum as they lay there, panting and moaning in pleasure.
And it was only then that the realisation of what had happened hit him.
He had finally done it. Harry Potter was going to be a father, and he couldn't have been happier.
Disclaimer: This story is set in a timeline where Harry Potter has defeated Voldemort and is exploring life after Hogwarts. All characters featured in this story are 18+.
