The Greengrasses Chapter 6 (Patreon)

The fireplace crackled off to the side, only making the room warmer as sweat rolled down his chiseled form. His muscles were bound tight and exposed to the open air, exposing a body that had only become bigger and stronger under Lady Greengrass’s roof.

Aspasia was bent over in front of him, legs dangling off the bed and ass sticking out. He hammered into her buxom form, hands gripping her thick hips as he gave it his all. Her fat ass rippled and clapped with each thrust, sending waves through the meaty flesh that was spread wide by the girth of his cock

PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP

“Fuck yeah.” Harry muttered under his breath, feeling this balls swell the longer their intense lovemaking went on. He had cum twice already, and this would be the third time he would deposit his load deep inside the mature blonde.

“Oh! Y-Yes! Keep going!” Lady Greengrass cried out wantonly. “Take me! Take me and make me yours, Harry!”

His manhood only throbbed harder inside her, angry head bruising her against her tight walls as it inserted itself over and over. Every vein was hugged tight by her warmth, feminine juices surrounding his length and dripping out to fall onto the ornate carpet below.

It was a sensation beyond anything he could’ve previously imagined, her warmth and tightness indescribable, nothing coming close to compare in terms of pleasure. And to think it had been nothing but this for the past week, with Aspasia sleeping with him in her private chambers every evening.

He no longer slept in his own bed, instead enjoying the companionship of the older blonde at night. The woman was obsessed with having his attention, seemingly refusing to let him go now that he was in her grasp. Not that Harry was complaining, as having sex every night with such a beautiful woman was far from being a chore.

The twitch of his mighty shaft warned of his impending release then, as he pulled out of her before flipping the woman over. It exposed her front to his gaze, showing an out of breath and hot woman who was just as turned on and wild as him.

His shaft pulsed as he moved forwards, throwing his head back in rapture as his seed erupted and sprayed onto her stomach and breasts. Such heavy tits were soon glazed by thick cum, and then worshipped by his greedy hands as he pawed at them. Truly, the urge to grope those big breasts could not be resisted.

She only giggled at his selfish behavior, knowing just how much he appreciated her body, as their lovemaking became less intense from that point onwards. It had already been several hours of rough and chaotic sex between the two of them, as they both lacked the experience to make their bedroom life more orderly. Maybe once time went on and they had both explored each other’s bodies enough, things would be different, but for now he enjoyed the novelty of it all.

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Her bed was a mess of twisted sheets, comforter pushed away to reveal the thin bedsheets below. They were soaked and ruined, contorted around her writhing form as she chased her own pleasure.

SCHLCK SCHLCK SCHLCK

Her fingers plunged in and out of her cunt as she bit her lip, desperately holding back moans. Not that she needed to be quiet, with the insanely loud lovemaking taking place in the next room between Potter and her Mother. But Daphne Greengrass didn’t want to risk making any noise and having either her Mother or Harry Potter hear her. Already she was embarrassed by what she was doing, would sooner go magickless than let such a humiliation stand.

Curse you, Potter. She fumed in heat, knowing there was nothing she could do. She had resisted all she could, buried her head under her pillow, and even tried reading a book. But her body simply reacted to the noises the two were making.

“Oh! Harry!” It was a loud thumping noise that followed that exclamation, making her heart nearly burst. Flesh had been smacked, and roughly at that.

“Big! Oh, Harry! Your cock is so big!”

Every word could be felt in her soul, her mother going a step beyond promiscuous with their betrothed. Never-mind the fact that betrothed couples shouldn’t be fornicating, nor being so rough as they did so. There was also the part about prim and proper Aspasia Greengrass throwing away her dignity so easily.

And all for some bloody half-blood! Her lip curled in anger, despite knowing that such a statement was ridiculous. No one really cared about blood purity, unless you were an inbred moron like Draco Malfoy. But she had no time to dwell on that subject, as the next noise shocked her to her core.

“HUAAGH!” It sounded like the Greengrass Matriarch was being split in half then, a noise that made her arm hairs raise on end.

Daphne froze in place, the only movement of her body being her heaving breasts. She didn’t dare move, knowing that Potter had just brutally impaled himself into the woman’s most sacred part.

Then came the rhythmic pounding noises, sounding like Potter was trying to break down the manor’s old walls with the force of this thrusts. He sounded more akin to a monster in that moment, a savage beast of a man who was currently ravaging the Greengrass matriarch.

Slowly, Daphne moved, her pussy gushing with even more arousal than before as it streamed out of her gushing cunt and onto the bed. It was obscene and messy, yet she couldn’t resist the way it made her vision sway from the pleasure.

SCHLCK SCHLCK SCHLCK

“Yes, Harry! Keep fucking me!” She heard Aspasia Greengrass scream.

Yes. Keep going, Potter. Daphne’s thoughts were delirious as she chased pleasure beyond her wildest dreams. This was better than anything scandalous she had imagined before. Even better than the things she had read in Tracey’s erotic novels.

“Such a whore.” Potter grunted, the deepness of his voice making her world spin.

“Yes! I’m your whore!” Her mother exclaimed.

She felt her cunt spasm as another orgasm rocked her core. It brought a brief moment of clarity, and Daphne couldn’t believe how the woman who raised her could throw away all sense of self and dignity so easily. And for Harry Potter to be the one to do it…

All those moments from the past couple days came rushing back, the little glances between her mother and Potter, along with their newfound closeness. The woman had practically thrown herself at the Gryffindor, doing so shamelessly under the excuse of ‘wanting a younger and powerful wizard in her life’.

It might’ve not bothered Astoria, and probably gone over her head, but Daphne wasn’t the same as her sister. Then came the past few evenings, as her mother brought Potter to her bedroom every night.

Their bedrooms were all close together, located in the same wing of the manor where the main family resided. It was why she could hear them so clearly, the walls not warded in case there was an emergency.

Curse you, Potter. She once again fumed, pulling a pillow over her head as she tried to get some sleep.

And yet sleep didn’t come easily. By morning, the groggy and sleep-deprived blonde Greengrass heiress dragged herself to the cozy dining room for breakfast.

The first sight that greeted her was Potter and her mother sitting suspiciously close together, and a glance under the table would probably show their thighs rubbing together.

It only made her state of mind worse, as Daphne was already struggling to rub the sleepiness from her eyes. How the two were wide awake and happy after fucking half the night made no sense, and she especially didn’t want to notice that the older blonde woman was literally glowing with happiness.

Astoria seemed oblivious to it all, talking excitedly about some random subject or other while the others entertained her. Daphne didn’t process a word of it all, tiredly buttering her toast as she thought of creative ways to slip poison into Potter’s drink.

Stupid Potter. She took a sip of pumpkin juice.

“~he’s big, isn’t he, Daph?”

He hand slipped as she choked on her drink, the fluid going down the wrong hole, as she coughed desperately while trying to regain her composure. “W-What?!”

“We were talking about the Hippogriff that attacked the Malfoy spawn. Buckbeak, I believe his name was?” Her mother calmly explained with an irritating twist of her lips. “You should really pay better attention, dear.”

There was something in her mother’s expression that put her on edge, as if the woman knew exactly what she was doing. “Yes, Mother.”

“As your sister was saying, we were thinking of adopting the beast. We can keep him in the old stables if needed.”

“Oh, do you think I can ride him?” Her younger sister seemed thrilled.

“I already bought you a broom, dear, and yet you never use it. Now you want to ride a Hippogriff?”

Astoria pretended she didn’t hear their mother, instead turning to Potter. “How about we go on a broom ride after this, Harry?”

“Um, Sure.” Potter shrugged.

“What do you say, Daphne?” The brunette looked her way. “Want to have a ride on Harry’s broomstick?”

The question might have been innocent, but the way it was asked was certainly not. Astoria’s expression was merciless, a dirty smirk on her face, conveying a double meaning as to what ‘riding Harry Potter’s broomstick’ could mean.

“I’m sure you and Potter will have fun without me.” She shot her down, refusing to become embarrassed for a second time. She had already been caught off guard once, and refused to see herself humiliated again.

“Alright, we’ll go right after this.” Astoria turned back to Potter, her mischievousness not lessened in the least. “Just the two of us and one broom to ride together.”

“I’m afraid you will have to wait.” Her mother cut in. “Harry and I have some things to discuss in my office, afterwards you can have him to yourself.”

Astoria nodded, but Aspasia sent her a reprimanding look. “And no more of this funny business, daughter. I might be older, but am not deaf to your innuendos.”

Daphne felt her brow twitch at the woman’s hypocrisy. Like you’re much better, acting like Potter’s plaything.

Breakfast soon came to an end, with all of them going their separate ways. Daphne practically stormed out of the manor, her pace quick as she hastened to get away from it all. A walk, some privacy, and time alone would do her good, which was why she headed out to the trails.

The lands around their family estate stretched as far as one could see, dominating the nearby hills, forests, and fields. Old homes and even ruined castles could be found if one looked hard enough, either having been bought up or built as the past generations of Greengrasses expanded.

It was an old cottage that was Daphne’s destination, a tiny home that she had visited since she was a little girl. It had little more than a one bedroom, living room, and kitchen, and had been her private escape in trying times like these.

Pushing the front door open, she entered and stopped in surprise at the cottage’s sole occupant.

“I knew you would come here.” Her sister sat on the couch, and a glance to the side showed Astoria’s broom sitting idly against the wall.

She closed the door behind her with a roll of her eyes. “I thought you would be riding Potter’s broom?”

“Harry.” Her sister corrected her. “You’re going to marry him, so you might as well call him by his name.”

“Whatever.” She dismissed.

“Is it really so hard, Daph?” Astoria asked with a frown. “He’s really not that bad.”

She folded her arms. “You just say that because you throw yourself at him. You and Mother both.”

“Can you really blame me?” The brunette spoke. “He’s handsome, kind, and doesn’t care only about politics and power. And there are only so many wizards that would want someone like me, so why can’t I enjoy him?”

“He just wants your body.” She knew that was a lie. “He’s already taken Mother’s.”

“Yes, because his urgency to see my tits is so clear.” Astoria’s voice dripped with blatant sarcasm. “And Mother might even be worse than me. I saw them both making out on the sofa on a trip to the kitchens the other night, feeling each other up as they did so. Harry had his hands under her shirt!”

Daphne nearly coughed, surprised that their regal mother would be caught doing something so scandalous out in the open. However, if it truly was late at night when her sister saw them, then the woman probably didn’t expect Astoria to be sneaking around.

Listening to the two go at it through the walls of her bedroom was something different. As they were both in their private chambers, and if anything, it was Daphne who was wrong for listening in.

“Even more evidence that Potter is a lecher.” Astoria’s eyes narrowed at her claim. “Besides, there’s no point in hoping things will work out if I have to throw myself at him to get his attention. A relationship between us simply isn’t meant to be.”

Gryffindor and Slytherin. Pureblood and Half-blood. Light and Dark. Barbarity versus Proprietary. The differences were simply too vast for her to hope for anything to work out. Some arranged marriage between herself and some wizard from the continent was what Daphne always expected for her nonexistent love life. Not for her to be betrothed to the school troublemaker, a boy raised by muggles of all things.

“So you’re saying that Potter has to get your attention?” A gleam entered her sister’s eye. “I expected as much.”

She snorted. “I doubt there’s anything he could do to properly court me.”

“What if he gave you the snitch after winning a quidditch game?” Astoria suggested with mirth. “Even better if it is against Slytherin.”

She glared, hoping that Astoria would never go through with sharing that idea with Potter. Just the thought of Harry Potter descending down into the Slytherin section of the stands before handing her the snitch made her want to disappear. It would be humiliating, something that dull-witted girls like Lavender Brown dreamed about, and would see Daphne ostracized from the Slytherin dormitories forever.

“I’ll curse your hair to be permanently pink if you do that.”

“Ok, so not overly romantic then.” Astoria merely grinned. “Perhaps a picnic? No, wait, that would be too dirty. How about a date to a fancy restaurant? Can it be muggle?”

A fancy dinner date was more in line with her thinking. But that last word made her pause. “Muggle?”

She had grown up in the magical world, away from muggles, and had never considered taking muggle studies to learn more. In her mind, muggles were still those sword-wielding barbarians from centuries ago, and wouldn’t know anything about fine dining and romance.

“Muggle it is.” Astoria cackled. “Just think, nobody would recognize you and Potter is you went to a muggle restaurant-”

Her sister suddenly coughed as she finished speaking, making Daphne stiffen in place before she moved to attend her sister’s side.

“The curse, is it-”

“It’s nothing.” Astoria said with a cough, a bead of sweat rolling down her forehead. “I’ve had worse days.”

Indeed, Astoria had endured worse. Visits to Saint Mungos where the smaller brunette had been throwing up blood, or even that one time in the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts after a day spent outdoors for too long in the cold.

“I’ll tell mother.” Daphne decided at once. “You can take it easy for the rest of the day. Maybe the week-”

“No.” She said immediately, her hand reaching over to grip the broom at her side. It was then that Daphne realized what the girl’s intentions were.

“You can’t seriously go flying.”

“I won’t be alone.” She rasped. “Harry will be there-”

“Yes, and Potter is equipped to deal with your curse.” The smaller girl winced at her snark, but Daphne refused to back down. She had been kept up most of the night by Potter’s antics, and anger was starting to creep in. “We’re going back to the Manor now. After that I’ll tell Mother, and you will stay in bed for the rest of the day. I won’t have you ruining your pitiful condition over some boy.”

She could feel Astoria’s glare on her back as she stood, moving towards the door for them both to leave. It wasn’t often that Daphne Greengrass truly reached her limit, but it seemed that Harry Potter’s mere presence had burdened her like never before.

Disclaimer: All Characters are over the Age of 18