Frigid Flames ch.6

fire and add more wood. Both times he was just too tired to have sex. But the third time, when he woke up to sunlight, he was awake and horny. His erection pulsed, he pushed Daphne onto her stomach and got on top of her.

"Mmm, what's happening?" Daphne murmured.

"Shut up, fuck," Harry replied, pushing his cock between her thighs, up to her pussy. She cried out as he penetrated her.

"Oh, fuck!" she moaned.

"Yeah..." Harry groaned as he pushed his almost-painful erection into her sweet, sweet pussy. It was so fucking wet. "You like that, you little slut?" he asked as he slammed her into the mattress. "You fucking like that?"

"Yes!" she screamed, her face buried in a pillow as Harry fucked her. "Oh, yes!"

"You want it hard, you stupid bitch?" Harry asked. "Yes! Harder! Please!" she screamed.

He thrust up and began to stroke hard and fast into her, looking down at the smooth, pale curve of her back to her ass. Damn, this girl had a nice ass. Tight from walking everywhere, no doubt, but with some nice padding to it. A nice bit of thickness and hips to support it.

He definitely planned to fuck her in the ass at some point, and soon.

But for now...

"Yes! YES! YES!" she screamed and Harry felt something inside her quiver and she started coming all over his cock.

He groaned as something inside him gave way and he started coming inside her pussy. He unloaded his balls into her, pumping his incredibly tight and full of his seed pussy once more. He laid beside her, reaching under her, grabbing her arms from below, gripping them tightly, and thrusting deeper and harder into her as he emptied his load inside her.

She screamed incoherently with pleasure as Harry fucked her orgasmic vagina and shot his load inside her.

Harry Potter fucked Daphne's pussy to the fullest, enjoying the short but sweet morning sex. He couldn't resist morning arousal and didn't last long.

"You're gonna fucking destroy my pussy," Daphne moaned.

"I told you that when we established this arrangement," replied Harry.

"Did you...," Daphne yawned. "Did we have sex last night? 'Cause I don't remember you waking me up for more sex last night..."

"No, I was too tired. I walked for six days," said Harry.

"Fair enough. Speaking of tiredness..." She yawned again. "Can I go back to sleep?"

Harry approached and smacked her butt. "Sure, but clean up. I might want more pussy later."

"Okay," Daphne muttered. As Harry searched the store, she cleaned up.

"Was I too rough with you?"

"Mmm... no. Not at all. It was good. Hot."

"Let me know if it's too much. Do you have a safe word?"

"Yes. Strawberry."

"Okay. I'll remember that."

She looked at Harry and favored him with a tired but really cute smile. "You're so sweet," she said after a moment. "Like... it's weird."

Harry laughed softly and walked back. "I know." He used the bottle of water he left at a reasonable distance from the fire, as well as rags and soap, to wash himself, giving himself a basic understanding. Then he washed the rag as best he could and let it dry on the back of a chair so she could use it later. Then he went through the process of putting all his clothes back on himself. Then he put his gun back on his hip, grabbed his pot for melting snow, and headed for the door.

"Harry," she murmured.

He stopped, turned to look at her. "Yes?"

"Thanks," she said, staring at him with sleepy eyes. "For being nice to me."

Harry laughed softly and walked back. "No problem, Daphne." He bent down and brushed some of her unruly brown hair back before gently kissing her on the forehead. "Go back to sleep, I'll be nearby."

"Okay," she said quietly.

Harry got to work, feeling better than he had in a while.

Harry Potter's first move was to take a cereal bar out of his pocket and eat it. He always had breakfast, but kept it light. It was just something to get him going, as he often skipped the greasy breakfasts at Hogwarts in favor of fruit from the kitchen.

He then put some snow on to boil. He stepped outside, filled a pot with snow, and came back to find Daphne sleeping again. He put the snow on the stove and spent the next two hours combing through the store, checking everything over after going through the office/warehouse. Unfortunately, he found nothing of value except a few office supplies, some paperbacks, and a few items to burn at the campfire.

Harry tried not to burn books if he could help it, but most of them were just random nonsense that wouldn't help him in any way. Soon after he finished, the snow had melted, boiled, and been properly purified. He set it aside to cool on the table, then went outside. Daphne was still asleep.

Harry didn't blame her for being tired. He had fucked her twice and the last two days had been tough. Walking through the snow could be exhausting and the cold just drains you some days.

He did a quick perimeter check and found it empty. When he stepped outside to look at the car more closely, he did it again. Harry wanted to know as soon as possible if someone or something was approaching. Vast stretches of white in all directions still remained undisturbed, but something could be lurking among the trees.

He spent some time examining the car more closely, making sure he didn't miss anything during his initial inspection. He didn't find anything hidden, but took another look at the engine. He was pretty sure this model ran on electricity, not gas, but there must be some way to tell, he thought.

"Oh," Harry said aloud as it occurred to him, "holy shit, you're stupid," he muttered as he stepped back and started looking for the characteristic place to fill the gas tank.

He found one and forgave himself a bit for not thinking of it earlier. Harry must have seen it and not realized it. Maybe he just filed it away in his memory, expecting to see it later, so it didn't occur to him. When he opened it, he saw a socket, not a gas hole. So it did need power. Great. More pain, but he could handle it.

He spotted a ladder on the side of the gas station and climbed it carefully. The reason was twofold. First: there might be something up there. People sometimes hid things on roofs. Second: he wanted to survey the area.

He climbed up without much difficulty, only slipping once and spending ten minutes looking around. Ultimately, he found nothing hidden in the handful of small niches, and from there, he surveyed the area for a long time. There was a lot of snow. There were a lot of dead trees. There were miles of cleared ground. He spotted that house he had seen earlier, across the road from the gas station, down a gentle slope maybe a mile away, with only the slightest hint of a path leading to it. Probably a mile-long gravel driveway in those days. It was set against a backdrop of tree lines, and he could see another structure behind it, likely a shed or garage. There was nothing else there. He knew there was nothing back in the direction he came from, nothing obvious anyway. To the right, the road went on for a while, but ultimately disappeared among the trees. And finally, to the back, there was that huge field, with a solitary cottage sitting in the middle and more trees beyond it. He couldn't see anything else. Not much to work with, unfortunately.

He made his way back down and entered the building. As he came back into the back room, quickly closing the door behind him to keep the warm air in, he found Daphne washing up. She hugged herself reflexively, then offered a small laugh and returned to scrubbing.

"How are you doing?" he asked.

"Hungry," she replied.

"Me too. Although we won't be eating a lot until I can secure some more food, just a heads up."

"That makes sense," she muttered, wrinkling her nose at what they had gathered.

He nodded, pulled out his funnel from his backpack, and set about changing the water he had drawn from the bottles yesterday. He used to have a canteen not too long ago, but that had been abandoned when he had to run, so this was all he had now. When he finished, Daphne started drying off, and he moved on to their food supplies.

There wasn't as much as Harry would have liked, after searching the gas station, but he knew they were lucky to have found anything at all. And they hadn't even really searched this room yet. Currently, they had a can of black beans, a can of kidney beans, a can of peaches, two cans of tuna, three granola bars, and four breakfast bars. Not exactly a full pantry.

"Do you like tuna?" Harry asked Daphne.

"Good enough to eat it," she replied. He opened the can and handed it to her. "Thanks."

"Yep." Harry grabbed the kidney beans, remembering she didn't like them. He figured they were good enough. They sat across from each other as he opened it, grabbed two spoons he had cleaned off last night, and gave her one.

"You're eating that because I don't like them?" she asked, nodding at the beans.

"Yep," Harry replied. "I don't have anything against them."

She stared at him for a moment. "You're so damn weird."

He chuckled. "You keep telling me that."

"It's a compliment...I mean, it's supposed to be. I don't know, it just seems like nice died with most of humanity."

"You really ran into that many assholes?" Harry asked.

Harry looked at her for a few seconds. Damn, he didn't know what to say. He wanted to be encouraging, but he wasn't very good at it. That was part of the reason he liked the new norm of fewer conversations: he sucked at talking. Or at least, he sucked at making people feel better.

"You've made it this far, you can't be completely useless," he finally said.

She laughed. "That means I've had a lot of luck. For the first year, I lived in a small commune. I did jobs that no one else wanted. Cleaning toilets, washing dishes after lunch, finding firewood so we didn't have to trade for it."

She sighed. "I would still be there if it hadn't burned down. I still don't know what happened, but I managed to get out and it was just crazy, half of that little town burned down. Some people said there was another place we could go, and the people I was friends with wanted to go, so I went with them. But when we got there, there were too many people and we couldn't stay, so we kept moving, and I've just been drifting ever since."

"What were you doing here?" Harry asked Daphne.

"Heading to another town. It should be about thirty miles down this road. I don't know if it's true or not, but the people I talked to were being led by a guy who had been there before. He said there might be people there. I thought it might be a place to try and stop, maybe find work. I don't know..." She put down her can and hugged herself tightly. "I'm just so scared most of the time."