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Crystal ch.2
🕑 Added 2023-05-25 22:18:13 +0000 UTCAfter two hours, they completely emptied the living room, and at one point, Daphne mentioned that she was thirsty. Harry said, "I have some bottled water in my suitcase. Do you want one?"
"Sure," was her reply.
She felt that she didn't have much choice in the matter, but hesitated to accept anything Harry offered her out of respect for the man. As soon as Harry went inside, they heard a loud noise coming from upstairs. They hadn't even made it to the second floor yet.
After re-entering the building, Harry handed her a bottle. She asked, twisting off the cap of the water bottle and taking a sip, "Did you hear that?"
She could see Harry trying to avert his gaze from her attractive lips, but failing. Her lips were wrapped around the bottle's head.
To the question "Hear what?"
She wiped her mouth with a tissue. "I heard something from the second floor."
"Could it be that he had cats?"
"According to the city hall, there are no animals in this area." "Let's go find out," he said. "Let's go find out."
As she followed him upstairs, she glanced at his rear. To be blunt, he didn't meet her expectations for a guy when it came to firmness. Although he was slim and didn't look terrible, Daphne had her eye on a sensitive seeker of Quidditch. A ripped athlete with a kind heart who would read her poetry, feed her grapes, and be fully synchronized to the limits. Do you think that was too much? Despite the reputation of a collector, there was surprising order on the floor. There were several piles of books and many, many notebooks covered in handwriting that resembled cobwebs. These notebooks were fanned open by the fresh air flowing through the windows. But there wasn't a ton of trash.
"I guess he didn't have enough time to get things going here."
Harry nodded. "I suppose not."
He bent down.
"Hey, look at this."
There was an open book with no title written in a language that Daphne couldn't understand. A significant chunk of the book had been removed and formed into a circle. Next to it was a pendant made of smoky crystal with strange runes that were closest to Germanic.
"That must have been it," Harry said.
"Yes," Daphne replied. "But why carve up a book to hide such a pendant?"
Harry shrugged. "Maybe it's worth something?" Daphne rolled her eyes. "Everything is worth something. Especially these hidden types of things." She snatched it from him, inspecting the runes. "You probably understand them better."
"It says, 'Thirty minutes of unlimited induction. Limited to One Use.'"
"What does that mean?"
He shrugged. "Well, the one-use thing explains itself, doesn't it?"
"Yes. But one use of induction? Induction for what? It doesn't make any sense."
"Can I see that?"
She handed it to him. He knew his runes and that kind of thing, she guessed. She watched for a moment as his fingers moved over the mystical symbols.
Humming questioningly, he turned to her, and she felt a hot, sweet, perfect orgasmic pleasure flowing through her body.
"Haarrrryyyy," she moaned. "Fuckk Haaarrryyyy..." And then her mind just went blank, ready to be filled with whatever Harry happened to say.
"DAPH? ARE YOU OKAY?"
Harry snapped his fingers in her face. She giggled, snapping back.
A surprised smile crossed his face. "Are you all right?"
"Uh, yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"
She ran her hands over one of his, gripping it and sliding it between her breasts. Then she started mashing her titflesh on his hand. He liked it, right? Why wouldn't he? She had fantastic breasts. She knew it. She was proud of them. She should really show them off more. Harry would like that.
Daphne would love anything that Harry liked. He twitched and began to breathe heavily, looking up and down at her. His other hand traveled to her waist. She nodded slightly, encouraging him even more by licking her lips.
"It's just... you were... out of this world for a moment... or thirty..."
"Mmm," she murmured, sliding his hand up to her jaw, then cheek. "Maybe I was just thinking about how I have the biggest crush on you."
It was an understatement if there ever was one. "You... you do?"
"Of course I do. I'm in love with you, silly. Can't you tell?"
She almost didn't feel like she could make it any more obvious. Nonetheless, it didn't hurt to work on it. She slid one leg up his. "Say it... say it again," he said. He was now biting his lip, clearly aroused.
She drew closer, pressing her breasts against his chest. His hand was trapped there now, completely enveloped.
"I'm in love with you, Harry." Her blue eyes shone with almost fervent light. "I'm so sorry I went crazy when you told me earlier. I just wasn't in my right mind at all. But I am now. I love you more than anything, more than anyone. I need you in my life, Harry. I have to be your girl. I have to do what you tell me and be your total fucking sweet girl. Please, Harry? Please, make my dreams come true?"
She knew she was born to be his girl. Ever since she could remember, she wanted to be his girl. It was the purpose of her life. More than helping others, more than going to some job in some stupid ministry or getting degrees or a job or anything - Daphne needed to be Harry's girl and love his face with her mouth and huge breasts as much as possible.
"Yes," he said. "Yes, I really want that, Daphne."
Out of nowhere, it hit her. Orgasm rocked through her body, and she held his hand even tighter on his chest, her strawberry-sized nipples rubbing up and down on his torso. She knew he felt the flutter of hummingbirds in her delicate heart, a heart that now controlled her completely as bliss slipped through every tiny crevice of her being. She held him tight, her hips bucking, kissing his ear and breathing heavily. Harry grabbed her ass hard, and that made her come even harder.
"Holy shit, Daphne... did you just come?"
"Yes," she whispered happily. "Oh my god, yes, baby. Just for you."
Squirming with pleasure, her pants completely soaked from her hot pussy juices - not stopping to think about how one orgasm alone wasn't enough to completely soak her pants - she looked up at Harry. He slid his hand from the space between her breasts and then wrapped it around her butt with his other. He lifted her up purely by the cheeks of her ass and kissed her.
It was the most perfect, wonderful, and passionate kiss that Daphne could ever imagine. She could die happy now. She sucked on his tongue, loving every perfect inch of it. When he finally pulled away for a breath, she needed more.
"I want you inside me, baby," she murmured. "Please?"
She lifted her chest up so he could see straight down her shirt. In case he couldn't see enough, she tugged on the neckline, showing off her breasts even more. "Do you want to come on me here?"
She nodded. "I've never done this before. And I need to show you how devoted I am, baby. Please?"
Harry bit his lip. "You want to suck me off because you love me, right?"
"Of course I do! I love you completely! I would do anything for you! You're my Superman, baby. You're my big bad hero man. I need my boyfriend's cock inside me, filling me up like no one else can, please!"
A hot, dominant edge took over Harry's face.
"Get on your knees."
She did so eagerly.
"Take off your shirt. I want to see your tits." She did so with pleasure, showing off her perfect, young breasts, so firm and round. "And the bra too."
She did it without hesitation, eager to show off for her boyfriend. There was no sag in her massive breasts. She was so proud of that. So proud to be so pretty, just for him.
Daphne didn't care that she should be working. She didn't care that she was in a dead stranger's house. All she wanted was to suck Harry off. Her best friend. Her boyfriend.
"You've never been face-fucked before, have you Daphne?" He started to unzip his pants.
She shook her head. "No way, baby. I've been saving myself for you. I barely even kissed other guys... and if I did, it was just practice for you! I have to be your perfect girlfriend, Harry! I have to be yours, completely!"
His pants and underwear fell to the floor, revealing his thick, hard cock, so ready to go. "You want me to fuck your mouth for you?"
"Yes, baby! Take my stupid mouth virginity! I don't want it anymore! I don't need it when your cock is so big and real and amazing!" She took a deep breath, so in love with the sight of his perfect cock. "Please, Harry, baby, you have to fuck my mouth with that thing. Please? Fuck my throat, Harry. Fuck it like it's a pussy."
Granting her request, he pushed his cock deep into her mouth. She slid her lips over it, savoring the taste of his perfect shaft.
In a perfect world, he would take his time, letting her discover the taste of his cock, letting her discover how amazing his cock was inch by inch. But no - she asked him to fuck her mouth, and Harry fucked her throat, and he did it exactly as she asked.
With a dark grunt, he grabbed her thick, shining golden hair and thrust his hips fiercely into her face, relentless. She choked, but Harry didn't care. Daphne didn't mind either. She would learn to conquer. His cock filled every part of her - it was literally too much for her.
It was really fucking hot, she decided. She could have her throat fucked. She could be Harry's special blowjob girl. She was his girl. That made her special.
It seemed important to stare at him the whole time he fucked her mouth, her tongue quickly sliding over every piece of thick meat he could offer. Hot, blissful sounds of sobs echoed in the empty house, punctuated by the joyful slapping of her naked tits against his legs.
She gazed at him with all the love she could muster. He seemed angry when he fucked her, and it was so fucking hot, like he was releasing his frustration by pounding his big, fat meat into her so fucking hard.
If she could form any words that weren't slippery, sexy moans, they would be, "Oh my God, Harry, I love you, I love you so much!"
Daphne's huge tits bounced wildly as he pounded her harder and harder, filling her completely. "You're my fucking girl," he grunted. "Mine. All mine. My girl. My fucking blowjob girl." "Mmmhmmmm!"
"Oh fuck," he moaned. "Fuck, Daph. I love you so fucking much. I love you. Oh God, oh God..."
He erupted in her mouth, unable to hold back any longer. Daphne knew it was because she was such a perfect little cockdoll that he had cum. His hot spray coated her throat and mouth, filling every thought and every possibility for the rest of her life. She knew that wherever she went, whatever she did, all points started and ended with her boyfriend's cum shooting inside her.
Finally, she withdrew her mouth from his cock, but only to clean him more thoroughly and swallow even more of his cum.
"That's so good," he said softly. "What a good girlfriend you are."
It was a dream come true. She was his girlfriend. She couldn't believe her luck to be with him.
