Frigid Flames ch.4

Daphne furrowed her brow and stared at Harry as he set the food on the table between them, then pulled out another spoon from his backpack.

"What are you asking for? Why do you even care?" she asked.

Harry shrugged. "Making conversation," he said. "I like hearing about people. People like talking about themselves. It's human nature."

"Yes, that's true," murmured Daphne, taking a spoonful of food. "Thank you," she added softly.

She studied Harry as they ate. Outside, the wind was picking up and the light was almost gone. The only light in the room came from the fire, providing a gloomy glow. Daphne looked very beautiful in that light.

Something came to Harry's mind and he turned silently, took out another bottle of water from his backpack and placed it next to the first one, which was resting on the floor next to the stove. Then he returned to eating.

"You're weird," Daphne said softly. Harry looked up at her. She blushed. "I mean, not in a bad way. It's just... it's not like when I meet new people. I think... you're nice. And you don't look nice."

"I don't, huh?" Harry asked.

She sighed. "I guess it's coming out weird. You look like a tough guy, you know. Most guys play tough these days, especially the ones who already look like that. It's a lot more effective when you look, well, like you. I guess I was expecting you to be more, you know, controlling."

"Do you want me to be?"

"No." She paused, considering it, then a small smile appeared. "I mean... maybe a little..." she muttered. "I'll keep that in mind."

They finished their meal and just sat there for a while. Unburdening themselves had taken on the role of what used to be watching TV or listening to podcasts or anything else. Life demanded so much of them now, even in the cities, that just taking up space was a pleasure in itself.

"What are these water bottles for?" Daphne asked, finally breaking the silence again.

"For cleaning," Harry replied. "I wash myself before going to bed and, if I can manage, after waking up in the morning. I have some soap and a few rags."

Harry Potter sat across from Daphne, watching her closely. "Wow," she said, "that's impressive. A lot of people I've met just... sort of gave up on hygiene."

"Yes," Harry replied. "I guess you could call it one of my few remaining habits. I don't always succeed, but part of what keeps me sane is washing. Plus... I'm going to want to fuck you in the middle of the night and I'll expect you to wash up after we're done."

"Okay," muttered Daphne, her discomfort showing on her face. Harry knew he had to address this issue before they started.

"So, before we start, I want to put you at ease. Have you ever heard of a vasectomy?" Harry asked.

"No... wait, maybe? That sounds familiar..."

"It's technically a permanent form of birth control for men, where the vas deferens is tied off through a simple procedure. It was also fucking expensive. I was still paying it off when this shit happened. Luckily for me, I guess."

"So what does it actually do?" Daphne asked.

"First of all, I can't impregnate a woman. That's like a hundred percent guarantee. But secondly, venereal diseases can't get into my dick or travel out of it. As far as I know, I'm fine. So, safe sex without protection," explained Harry. The second part was untrue, or at least partially true; he was magically protected, but the Muggle procedure did nothing of the sort.

Daphne looked at him skeptically. "How do I know this isn't just BS?" she asked.

"Because you can see it," said Harry, standing up. "I'll show you." He undid his zipper and pulled out his penis.

Daphne raised an eyebrow slightly. "That's...nice," she murmured. "It's quite a decent size."

"So I've been told," replied Harry, directing it towards her. It was mainly hard now, because he was still thinking about fucking her sweet little brains out.

"Holy shit, I see it," exclaimed Daphne, leaning forward. "It's like a little seam. Wow! Can you feel it?" she asked.

"No, I can't. I thought I could for a while, at the beginning, but it was just my imagination. I forgot it was there most of the time."

"Okay, I'm sold," said Daphne. She looked up at him. "So do you want to do this now?"

"Yes, but I need to wrap everything up for now. Go undress and get in bed," instructed Harry.

"I can do that," said Daphne, getting up.

Harry went through the process of washing the dishes, using some water and one of the rags, before leaving them to dry on the table near the fire. He checked out Daphne's ass as she took off her pants. Damn, that girl had a nice ass. A nice amount of padding, just enough to get a good handful when you grabbed it, sweet, smooth skin. Great hips.

Harry Potter couldn't help feeling excited at the thought of the woman in bed with him. "Damn, this was shaping up to be a great fuck," he thought to himself. He was glad she seemed willing, and he made sure not to force her into anything.

He had never coerced or pressured a woman before, and he had no intention of starting now. He did the most in the trading business, and even then he could tell when a woman wasn't into it. He viewed sex work as important work and had no issue with renting a woman's body, as long as everything was consensual.

He made sure everything was on the right track. He would never buy sex from someone who was selling a woman to him. That was something he couldn't tolerate.

As Daphne got into bed, Harry watched her closely. He made sure the bed was clean and that there was nothing in it that shouldn't be there. After washing up, he found a bucket with a mop and some toilet paper in the janitor's closet. He set it up in the corner and told Daphne where to find it.

Harry locked the door and pulled a chair to prop it up against the handle. He wanted to be sure he'd have plenty of warning if someone tried to enter the room. He took out his gun and placed it on the floor under the bed, hoping Daphne wouldn't notice. He knew trust was hard to come by, especially in these times. Women had a hard time trusting men, and he was asking a lot of her. He knew she was fully capable of taking his weapon and robbing him.

But Harry trusted his instincts. He had always been good at reading people and didn't think Daphne would do anything that could hurt him. He believed she needed him and was probably right. She seemed like someone who had made it on luck and kindness, but those things only last so long.

After setting everything up, Harry undressed and washed himself with soap and a rag. He had one more bottle of soap, handmade in a village a hundred miles away, wrapped in wax paper. He hoped the night would be as good as it seemed.

Harry hoped the bottle of soap he found would last him for months, but now that there were two of them, he wasn't so sure. "Do you want to wash up?" he asked Daphne as he began to clean.

"Do you want me to do it? I don't sweat too much," she replied.

"You don't have to if you don't want to, but you should at least clean your crotch if you expect me to come on you," Harry said.

Daphne raised her eyebrows. "You eat pussy?"

"Yeah. Although not tonight. I know it's a lame excuse, but I'm too tired. Tomorrow."

"Hey, I'll take it. I haven't had my pussy eaten in months, and I haven't had a decent fuck in over a year," she muttered.

"You any good?"

"Women I've hooked up with seem to think so," Harry replied with a smile.

"I guess I'll find out..." Daphne lost her smile as Harry washed up. "You have some nasty scars..."

"Yeah. Accidents. Falls. Fights."

"With whom?"

"Mainly idiots. Sometimes wolves. Once a mountain lion came after me."

"Jesus."

"Yeah, it was fucking terrifying."

Harry finished washing and hung up the rag to dry, then changed the soap. He checked the fire and made sure it would last through the night. Finally, he crawled into bed with Daphne. She shifted to make room for him.

As Harry lay down and pulled the covers over himself, he felt a powerful shiver of desire and excitement run through his body. His cock was hard as a rock now, pulsing with impatience.

For a moment, he just looked at Daphne. She was visible in the flickering light of the fire and the hazy light of the moon coming in through the windows. She was painfully beautiful, staring at him with her bright blue eyes. There was a small, almost shy smile on her lips, and her blonde hair was wild and tangled. She reached out and placed her hand on his cheek.

"You're one of the few guys I've seen who doesn't have a big beard," she muttered, rubbing the stubble there.

"Weakness," Harry replied. "A lot of shit stopped bothering me, but hair didn't. I still shave once a month or even longer."

"Well, it actually looks pretty good."

"I'm glad you think so."

Harry slid his hand onto one of Daphne's naked breasts under the covers, and she trembled as he made contact. He groaned as he began to fondle one of her breasts, feeling her nipple pressing into his palm. He was amazed at how

powerful it still was.

Harry Potter wasn't hungry for attention before the apocalypse, but after it, he found himself in a situation where he had to convince women to go to bed with him more than ever, but somehow it never lost its thrill. And not just a thrill, but an intense one.

It was like being hit by electricity.

Especially when he leaned in and kissed Daphne. There was a spark there, a surge of raw emotions and desire, when their lips met, and he could tell she felt it just as strongly. She leaned into the kiss and moaned, pressing against him.

She was hot and soft under the covers, and everywhere their skin touched was like magic, each point of contact a new impulse of excited desire and aching need. Her hand went between them as she began to tease him, and found, his cock.

Harry felt his own shudder as her slender, warm fingers wrapped around his shaft. She smiled into the kiss as she began to stroke him.

"Fuck, you're big," she whispered.

At that moment, Harry couldn't tell if she was just stroking his ego or telling him the truth, but he guessed that either way it was working.

"You think it'll fit?" he asked.

She laughed. "We'll make it fit."

Daphne resumed kissing him, slowly slipping her tongue into his mouth. There was a taste of dinner there, but also her own, natural taste.

Harry loved every aspect of sex, from undressing and foreplay to cuddling afterward, but he had a true love for kissing. He wasn't sure why, other than that it just felt good and satisfying, especially when the girl was good at it.

And he liked to taste women, for their own, natural flavors. As he slid his tongue forward to meet hers and felt them touch and begin to twist and dance together, he slid his hand down her body, onto one of her hips, and then her thigh. The tip of her thumb repeatedly brushed against the head of his cock, sending sparks of pleasure through him.

He gently pushed her onto her back and moved closer to her, then used his hand to spread her legs. She gasped as he ran a finger along the tight lips of her pussy.