Harry Potter and the Power of the Sire ch.7

When Harry Potter's finger left Daphne's earlobe, he heard a soft gasp escape her lips. Looking down, he noticed her half-closed eyes and slightly parted lips. Further down, her nipples were undeniably hardening, and goosebumps formed on her skin. These were promising signs, and Harry couldn't help but wonder if Daphne was experiencing the same waves of pleasure. Was it something all men could do, or was it a magical gift bestowed upon Breeders by the system? These thoughts swirled in his mind as he placed a finger under her chin, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. "What do you desire?" he asked gently.

Daphne swallowed and whispered, "I want to see you, I want to see it."

Harry moved to unbutton his top, but Daphne reached out, her eyes filled with longing. "May I?" she pleaded.

Harry nodded and withdrew his hand, granting her permission. Daphne reached out and deftly unbuttoned his top. The garment he wore had minimal fastenings, only two at the top. After both were undone, she reached inside with both hands and placed them on his abdomen, feeling the taut muscles granted to him by the system. As she stood up, her hands slowly traveled up his body, maintaining full contact as they slid over the muscles of his chest. She slid his top off, and it gracefully slid down his arms to the floor. Her touch left a trail of pleasure, and Harry swallowed hard, feeling a sudden rush of saliva in his mouth.

Daphne's hands continued their journey, moving further to his shoulders and then back down to his chest. Her finger circled each of his nipples, causing them to harden in response. Her touch was exquisite, igniting delightful sensations, and Harry couldn't help but let out a gasp, overwhelmed with pleasure.

"Touch me," Daphne said as her hands continued down his body, dipping just below the edge of his pants.

It was clear that Daphne was no stranger to undressing someone with the intent of giving and receiving pleasure. Harry followed her lead and extended his hand to explore her body. One of the lessons he had been taught was to mirror how someone gave pleasure, as it often aligned with how they liked to receive it. Daphne's touch was gentle, almost ticklish, but it didn't limit itself to just fingertip touches; she used broader patches of skin, relishing in the warmth of their connection.

Harry placed his hands on her sides just below her breasts, gently gliding his fingers on either side of her body, and his hands grazed her breasts. His hands followed the curves of her twin mounds, his fingers trailing along her neck where he could feel the pulse of her blood beneath her skin. He then slowly descended down her body, this time capturing each of her breasts in his hands. Looking down, he noticed her nipples stiffening, pointing towards him.

Daphne moaned with delight, and her eyes closed as her fingers sought a grip on his pants. When they finally let go and began to fall to the ground, his stiffening cock acted like a hook on the wall, stopping them in their tracks. Daphne opened her eyes and, looking down, saw his length aimed at her but concealed by the stubborn garment that refused to let go. Determined not to be defeated, she persisted for a few seconds, accompanied by a few giggles, until she finally managed to free his shaft from his pants. They fell to the floor, and she sat on the bed, gazing at his manhood. She was utterly fascinated, seeing an erect penis for the first time, a male member.

Daphne timidly reached towards him, her fingers trembling with anticipation. Harry's cock and heart leaped at the sound of desire in her voice. "Of course, but be gentle; it's his first time," he replied, his voice heavy with anticipation.

"It's so big, can I touch it?" Daphne asked, her fingers quivering with excitement, her gaze fixed on his manhood.

"Of course," Harry replied, unable to contain his impatience. When Daphne's fingers made contact with the shaft just below the swollen head, both of them let out a synchronized sigh. His cock jerked upward at the first touch, then seemed irresistibly drawn back into Daphne's hand, as if by some magical force.

Harry Potter's body quivered as Daphne's fingers traced the length of his manhood, meticulously following the visible veins along his sides. The pure pleasure he was experiencing was unparalleled, making him wonder if the act of reproduction itself could ever surpass this sensation. Her hand reached the base of his shaft and then changed direction, moving back towards the top. It felt as if she had conjured more fingers, each independently charting a path of exquisite pleasure all along his length. When her finger traced the edge of his glans down to the underside and the cleft at the tip, collecting a droplet of moisture, she whispered, "Slippery."

Daphne shifted slightly forward on the bed and reached for him with both hands, enveloping his shaft in her grip. Holding him with both hands, she began to stroke him back and forth. Harry's cock was so large that even with both her hands wrapped around it, a few centimeters still protruded. Her hands moved leisurely, gliding the skin of his cock back and forth over the rigid structures within.

He gasped at the sensation her touch evoked. Her hands seemed to have a mind of their own, with her upper hand collecting the fluid forming at the tip of his penis and gently spreading it over the head and upper part of the shaft. Meanwhile, her lower hand passed the base of his shaft and embraced his testicles below. Harry subconsciously spread his legs, giving her more access, and his pleasure increased even further. The slippery fluid she applied to his shaft made her hands glide smoothly, and now, instead of moving the skin back and forth, her hands slid back and forth, with intermittent pauses to collect another drop of clear, slippery fluid and spread it over his cock. His breath escaped him in small, stuttering gasps, pleasure almost making it difficult to breathe. Harry had heard Ron describe the act of reproduction with his wives as the best part of conquering his class, and now he was truly starting to understand the meaning behind those words.

Daphne giggled as she felt the orbs under her hand somehow shifting. "I've never felt anything like this before."

"Neither have I," Harry growled, consumed by an indescribable need. He had to touch her, feel her, share with her the sensations he was experiencing. Harry reached down, grabbing her wrists and releasing his cock from her grip. With a gentle yet commanding pull, he guided her back onto the bed, holding her wrists with one hand. Leaning over her, he looked at her breasts, glistening with a light sheen of sweat. His own body was covered in perspiration, with droplets trickling down his back, inducing shivers of pleasure.

Following his instincts, Harry lowered his head to her chest, using his tongue to caress her left nipple while his free hand repeated the action on the other side. Daphne moaned, her body writhing beneath him, encouraging him to continue. "Yes, suck my tits," she murmured.

Harry did as she desired, sucking her nipple while his tongue continued to explore the exquisite nub in his mouth. Eventually, he released her breast and withdrew, his breath caressing her damp skin, causing goosebumps to form. Turning his attention to her right breast, he continued to elicit sighs and moans from Daphne. He released her wrists, and her hands immediately moved down her body, moaning with pleasure. One hand seized her breast, twisting her nipple, while the other hand grabbed Harry's hand and guided it down her body.

"More," she begged, her voice filled with desire. "Give me more." Daphne directed his hand between her legs, gripping his middle finger and guiding it along the edge of her intimate area. Harry's fingers sensed her growing wetness as she led him on a journey through her most private territory. She took his finger and slid it back and forth along her inner depths, and her petals parted slightly in greeting. Harry gently inserted his finger into her tight tunnel as far as it would go, and she cried out in pleasure. "Fuck me, fuck me with those big, strong hands," she demanded, her hands moving up and down his arms. "Fill me with your fingers while you rub my clit." She begged, shifting higher on the bed and spreading her legs wider, then grabbing her knees with both hands and pulling them up.

Harry Potter's finger inadvertently slipped out of Daphne's pussy as she shifted positions, eliciting a groan of disappointment. His gaze focused on her aroused form, experiencing the sight of an excited woman for the first time. She had light hair above her mound, more of a tuft than a bush. With her legs spread wide and her pussy engorged with blood, the petals on each side puffed up, revealing the pink interior. "Touch me," she insisted, "put them back in."

He eagerly inserted his finger as deeply as he could, admiring the warmth, moisture, and sheer perfection of it all. Her inner muscles tightened around his finger, attempting to pull it in deeper. Harry withdrew his finger and added a second one. With two fingers, the tightness increased, accompanied by her increasingly louder sounds of pleasure. If her pussy felt so tight around his fingers, he couldn't fathom how the system expected it to accommodate the enormous cock he had been blessed with. "I'm close," she moaned, "play with my clit."

Using the hand that wasn't buried inside her, Harry spread the hood around her clit, which was fully engorged and seemed to throb with need. The sights and sounds of his first sexual experience exceeded anything he had imagined. Blowing gently onto it, his fingers continued their slow pumping, causing her pussy to contract even more.

"Touch that," she exclaimed in need. "Please, I need it." Initially, Harry reached to touch it with his thumb, but the intoxicating mix of scents, sounds, and primal instincts demanded something more personal. Leaning forward, he gently blew on the small nub, and his lips closed in on it. His tongue darted out, sliding across her hardness, moving the warm, pebbly surface from bottom to top.

Daphne's scream echoed so loudly that for a moment, Harry thought he had hurt her. However, when he tried to pull his head back, he found he couldn't because her hands had a firm grip on his hair. With force, she pushed his mouth back onto her body, screaming again, "I'm coming, fuck, fuck, fuck."

Harry eagerly attacked her clit, sucking on it like a newborn searching for a pacifier while teasing it with his tongue. Her hips moved beneath him, driving his fingers in and out of her hole as she continued to scream in ecstasy. Her pussy tightened even more around his fingers, her inner muscles clenching as she cried out. After a few seconds, she collapsed onto the bed, almost boneless, as the orgasm overtook her. "Stop," she whispered, "too much."

He sat back and looked at her trembling body. Her legs fell, and she gazed at him with adoration in her eyes. "That was so good," she whispered. "So different from a woman's touch."

"Another difference," Harry said with a smile. "Whenever you're ready."

Her gaze fell to his cock, which was now glistening with fluids, covering the entire underside of the shaft and starting to accumulate in the hair covering his balls. It twitched in response to his pounding heart and his own primal rhythm, as if reaching for something he desperately needed. Harry was pretty sure he knew what that something was.

Harry Potter nodded as she reached for him, whispering in his ear, "Give me a baby," as she pulled him closer. Her breasts pressed against his chest as he slid between her legs. She spread her thighs, inviting him inside. His arousal was sandwiched between them, his balls grazing her warm, wet slit. He felt her pubic hair tease his shaft as he slid down to align with her. Harry reached down and grabbed himself, using his hand to slide the tip up and down her slit. Her warmth welcomed him eagerly.