Frigid Flames ch.9

Daphne relaxed and sat on the bed. "Sorry, I got carried away there." She laughed and looked into the distance. "That shit has been pissing me off for about two years now..." She glanced back at Harry. "And what about you? What took you some time to get used to?"

"No need to carry a wallet," Harry replied.

Daphne pondered that for a moment and nodded. "Yeah, that makes sense. It took me a while to switch my purse for a backpack. And I feel like there wouldn't be a legal need for it either. No need to have an ID. Money is just shit now."

"Yeah. I held onto mine for about... fourteen months, I think. Stayed in the city for about a year after the snow started falling. And eventually, I left. I held onto it for another two months, but it became clear that everything you carry has to be justified in some way. And I'm not opposed to carrying something that has recreational or sentimental value, but I finally realized I was carrying a wallet out of habit."

Something seemed to occur to Daphne. "What about photos?"

"Well, I wasn't really one for photos. All the pictures I wanted to keep were in my album, but water and moisture didn't do it any favors. So I got rid of it."

"That's a good point," she smiled. "You know, you're the first guy I've complained to about makeup who didn't just half-listen or nod along, trying to get into my damn pants." She laughed. "I guess it's because you already have."

"Well, that's not the only reason," Harry said.

Harry got up and filled a bucket with water, then proceeded to wash his clothes. It took some time, especially with Daphne's clothes as well. Eventually, she grabbed one of the paperbacks and lay on the bed, reading.

He focused on his task and listened to the wind howling outside. Though not entirely pleasant, there was a certain comfort in being inside a warm place and hearing it, knowing that he was here and not out there. It was particularly enjoyable when an attractive woman was nearby.

Having finished, Harry hung the clothes to dry on the backs of chairs and the side of the table near the stove.

He then returned to the gas station, searching for things to burn and, since he had time, searching for anything he might have missed. He found nothing in the fridge or out front, but a more thorough examination of the manager's office revealed a sizable stack of papers, a few boxes, and a chair that was crappy enough to be dismantled and burned.

Harry spent some time adding things to the pile of burnable shit near the bed. By the time he finished, the storm was in full swing. Looking out the window only revealed a swirling mass of gray and white.

After completing his tasks, Harry ended up standing by the front glass window, gazing through it. He barely heard Daphne approach from behind. She walked up to stand beside him, and they stood there together for a few minutes. By then, she had thrown on some clothes.

"Why do you think all this is happening?" she finally muttered.

"Snowfall? End of the world?" Harry replied.

"Mmm-hmm." Harry carefully considered his response before speaking. It was a topic on which almost everyone had their own opinion. "I have a theory," he finally said.

"What is it?" Daphne asked.

"I think the government, maybe ours or a few of them, finally admitted to themselves that climate change is real, and they tried some weird, top-secret sci-fi way to fix it. I remember reading about a whole bunch of new weather satellites that were launched maybe two years before all this started. That stuck in my memory. I think they tried to fix it, and someone really fucked up, accidentally sending us into a new Ice Age," he explained.

"That actually sounds quite plausible," Daphne murmured.

"And what about you?" Harry asked.

Daphne sighed and shrugged. "I don't know, really. Science was never my thing. At first, I thought it was just weird weather. But then it became clear that it was something more. I hoped it would just... end. I heard people saying it was God, like how He flooded the world when mankind messed up too much. Only now He was freezing us all to death instead of drowning us. But I noticed that something started changing in the world even before all this, as if it began dying."

"I've heard that too. I don't think it's true," Harry replied, looking at the snow.

Daphne remained silent for a few seconds. "Do you think it's true?"

"I don't," Harry replied, turning away from the window. "Although it's more of an emotional certainty than a logical one. Logically speaking, only the dead have seen what's after life. We can argue about it for thousands of years, and in the end, it won't matter."

"That's kind of depressing. We should go have sex," Harry suggested, trying to lighten the mood.

"Okay," Daphne replied with a smile. Harry grabbed her wrist and began pulling her towards the makeshift bedroom.

Harry had encountered women who enjoyed being dominated, and he had become quite good at it. Part of it came from his size, but also from his natural disposition. "You'll do as you're told," he said as they entered the room.

Harry Potter closed and locked the door behind them, turning to face Daphne. "You've been good so far. So, I'm going to give you a reward. Strip, wash yourself, and lie on your back with your legs spread," he instructed in a commanding tone.

"Yes," Daphne replied softly, obediently starting to undress.

Harry followed her, his eyes hungry for Daphne's naked form, feeling a wave of desire wash over him. He washed his crotch before joining Daphne on the bed, admiring the aroused expression on her face. Eating pussy was one of Harry's favorite pastimes - he loved the way women reacted when he went down on them.

Once he was clean, Harry approached Daphne slowly, savoring the anticipation in her eyes. She had been through a lot, and Harry was determined to be gentle with her. He leaned over her, placing his hands on either side and kissing her deeply. She eagerly responded, releasing a soft moan.

But before they could continue kissing, Harry started kissing lower, trailing his lips along her jawline, neck, and collarbone. Daphne shivered in response, and Harry paused to pay attention to her breasts, licking and sucking her nipples with increasing fervor.

As he worked, Daphne moaned and gasped, her fingers tangling in Harry's hair. "Oh, fuck, Harry, yes..." she breathed, clearly enjoying herself. For Harry, there was nothing quite like the visceral pleasure of sucking on a woman's breasts, and it seemed that Daphne was enjoying it just as much as he was.

Harry Potter devoted some attention to her breasts, alternating between sucking on her nipples, while his finger found its way between her thighs and to her clit. She cried out as he began to massage her, and her breathing quickened even more when he applied more pressure.

After about a minute, Harry finally descended to a position between her thighs. They were nice, smooth, and pale, with a generous amount of padding. As he gazed at her pussy, he gently parted the lips with his thumbs. She stared at him, her breathing slowing down, her eyes wide.

Harry got to work, taking it nice and slow, as he had learned from the women who had entered his life in the past few years. Some of them knew exactly what they wanted and gave him instructions on how to eat pussy best. It didn't necessarily apply to all women, but it seemed to be a pretty good guide, based on the reception his skills had received so far. He began to stroke her clitoris, and she let out a whimper as she trembled intensely.

He continued doing that for a good minute, simply massaging her slowly with the tip of his tongue, listening as she started to pant and moan, the sounds of her pleasure filling the air. She had given him an amazing blowjob, and he wanted to return the favor. Increasing the pressure, speed, and amount of tongue he used, he heightened her pleasure, and she let out a small cry of ecstasy.

Oh, what a sound it was.

Harry carried on, licking her clit, savoring her pussy, feeling it quiver, tremble, and convulse in response to his actions. Listening to her voice as it quickly overpowered the winds outside and the crackling of the fire. Tasting her. Feeling the sexual energy build between them, filling the room like an invisible gas, preparing for an explosion.

"Oh, Harry!" she screamed as Harry used not just his tongue but also his lips.

He brought her to the explosion not long after, and she gripped his head as her hips bucked, starting to come. Daphne screamed at the top of her lungs, incoherent babbling of pure pleasure as she climaxed, and Harry slipped a finger inside her and began fucking her with it, feeling that hot, wet peak pulsing against him as she screamed even louder.

Her orgasm lasted for a good half a minute. When she finished, she collapsed back onto the bed, panting furiously. Harry sat up, studying her naked, pale body. She glistened with sweat in a few places, and the way her breasts swayed back and forth with her heaving breaths was intensely arousing.

"Thank you," she gasped finally.

"Mmm-hmm," Harry replied. "Now, Daphne, you're going to ride me until my fucking cock explodes inside you."

"Yes, Master," she said.

He patted her thigh. "Get to it."

"Yes, Master," she repeated, getting up.

Harry took her place, and as soon as he was on his back, she went between his legs and once again started sucking his cock. This time, she was essentially just lubricating him, working up a good amount of saliva in her mouth and spreading it with those skilled lips of hers. The pleasure was good but short, and before long, she was mounting him.

"Good girl," Harry said as she began working his cock into her pussy. Fuck, she was wet as hell and so tight. He groaned as she slid him into that slick cunt, pleasure enveloping him. "Fuck my cock, you fucking slut."

"Yes, please, Sir," she moaned as she finished impaling herself on him, taking his cock all the way inside her. She settled, bracing herself on her knees and thighs, and began fucking him. Sexual ecstasy hit like a hammer as her bare pussy started sliding around his rock-hard cock over and over again, like a hot wave of absolute pleasure.

Harry lay back and simply let her fuck him. Her breasts bounced and swayed along with her, and he loved watching her hips and thighs as she worked her body. He especially loved watching his cock disappear inside her again and again.

Unprotected sex with a hot woman who was amazing at it could be one of the best feelings life had to offer. Flying on a broomstick before this apocalypse could barely compare to it.

"Am I... doing a good job, Sir?" she moaned, leaning forward and placing her hands on his chest. Harry reached up and did the same, fondling her breasts. "Yes."

"Thank you..." she whispered, panting and moaning. "Fuck, you have a big cock," she added breathlessly. "Like, fuck, it's almost too much."

"Seems like you're enjoying it," Harry replied. She smiled down at him. "I mean, I am, but I'll be sore soon."

"I'm sure we'll figure something out," Harry said. "Make me come, bitch."