Between the place Daphne where confronted Cormac and the door she was dragging me toward, I bumped into one of the party guests.
Honestly, it was more like she bumped me. She stepped in front and everything. My eyes flickered down as a weight settled in the pocket on the front of my robes. A potion had been slipped inside that was as green as a lime with a fancy silver cork.
Daphne was still pulling me, and I was still walking, but I looked up, meeting the eyes of the one who'd done it. Gwenog Jones winked.
"It was for me tonight, but you'll make better use of it methinks," she said.
I couldn't stop and ask what it was without taking my hand away from Daphne. I didn't want to get in the way of my date's groove. So I let her pull me away and went with it, shiny new potion in tow.
Soon we were out of the party. No one stopped us. Slughorn had noticed the chaos we left behind too late, rushing over after the fact, so he made our escape without him noticing. When we were through the door I sped up, walking at Daphne's side. She still led the way.
We went up instead of down, so she wasn't heading to the dungeons. When we were somewhere around the sixth floor she hung a sharp left. We went down a hallway that kept getting narrower until it ended in a wooden doorway, two suits of armor posed on either side.
Daphne let go of my hand, throwing the doors open. A gust of wind hit my face. Dahne walked outside, onto a balcony, leaving me to follow.
I caught up with her at the stone balustrade. By then she had her elbows resting on it, her upper body leaning over the railing, chin jutting toward the Hogwarts grounds beneath us. She was just as beautiful as she had been all night. As I leaned my back against the railing beside her, my eyes were drawn to her hands.
Five of her fingers were trembling. I reached out and touched them gently. She recoiled.
"It stings a bit," Daphne said.
I shook my head slightly. Then, moving much faster, I went around to the other side of her, catching her wrist.
"You—!" Daphne hissed. Her indignation gradually deflated, leaving her body with a sigh. "I've felt worse. It is nothing."
I gave her a look.
One at a time, I started to twist off the rings, doing my best not to jostle her fingers.
"There's a reason people usually take these off before hitting someone. It's not good for your fingers. I think you might have a sprain or two. Other than that, they're swelling pretty bad."
"Cormac's mouth feels worse," Daphne murmured.
I couldn't hide my smile. "Yeah. I imagine it does."
I twisted the last ring, getting it free and setting it aside. I still didn't let go of Daphne's wrist. With her fingers uncovered, I could see the swelling better. Definitely sprained, at least when it came to the middle finger.
Daphne tugged her arms slightly without budging my grip.
"If it hurts tomorrow, I'll see the matron," she said.
"No need. I'll fix it. Just give me a second…"
"I am not sure I trust you with a charm so delicate—"
Daphne stopped talking. A glob of water the size of a soccer ball floated up to our balcony, called from the Great Lake far below us.
"Hold still."
"How…?" Daphne breathed.
She flinched as the cold water touched her injured hand. I kept my grip on her wrist and focused. In front of Daphne's eyes, the swelling receded and any pinkness faded. The internal aches disappeared the same way. Daphne's mouth fell open.
She looked between me and her hand. When she finally closed her mouth, she actually smiled.
"You're such an anomaly," she said.
"I'm counting that as a compliment. I've been called a lot worse."
I let the water dissipate, falling to the ground way below us. Daphne turned her hand over twice, flexing the fingers to see if there was any discomfort. When there wasn't, she used the hand to grab the front of my robes, pulling me into another kiss.
Here, there was no time limit. We had no audience. I slid my arms around her waist, pulling her in front of me, and rested my back on the balustrade. Even with me leaning down she had to rise onto her toes to connect our lips. My arms formed a ring around her lower back, holding her tight. We kissed until a cold wind crossed the balcony, blowing her hood off of her golden hair.
"I'm throwing my lot in with you," Daphne said. "If I die because of it, I'll be very cross."
"Can't have that," I said.
"I'm serious. I'm relying on you. No matter what happens within this country, I mean to survive it. I'll work with you however you need. I expect the same in return."
"Will I be paid in kisses?" I asked.
"If you like." There was a ghost of a smirk on Daphne's face. "Though I was considering offering much more."
When the kiss started again, I scooped her up. My hands held her ass through her robes, a palm on either cheek. Daphne shimmied, getting nice and snug within my grip. Our lips fused, separated, then pressed together again, over and over. Her tongue still tasted like punch.
A slight exhale was the only sign that she felt something uncomfortable. I pulled my head back, halting the kisses, but my hands stayed looped around her.
Daphne reached for my chest where something had dug into her breast as we were pressed together. She hauled the object out with a look of minor irritation. When she got a look at it, I saw Daphne Greengrass blush for the first time.
"You seriously brought—?" she couldn't even finish the question, caught totally off guard by the potion Gwenog had slipped me.
"Do you know what it is? The Quidditch player who spiked the punch gave it to me on our way out. She mentioned something about me getting more use out of it than her?"
For once, Daphne was temporarily speechless. Finally, she remembered how to work her jaw.
"It's a potion," she said.
"I'd figured that much out."
"They're quite expensive. Very popular among female celebrities and girls from wealthy families. Those who can afford them and who would be most interested in safety during… intimate relations."
I looked at the potion again. It finally clicked. "It's a contraceptive."
"Yes," Daphne said.
I looked at her. She looked at me.
Suddenly, she yanked the stopper out and knocked the potion back all in one move. I don't think it was an accident that her lips slid up the stem by an inch, suctioning around the cylinder.
Daphne panted when she was done. She tossed the empty container sideways, where it bounced twice before skipping off the balcony. A second later Daphne had wiggled out of my grip and dropped down in front of me, settling on her knees.
She grabbed my dress robes, opening the lower half of them in a way I hadn't known was possible. A second before she could finish opening it, I grabbed her hands.
"If this is all some kind of payment, you should know I'm a pretty charitable guy."
"I don't trust charity," Daphne said. "It's too unpredictable. Too easily swayed by whims."
I sighed. "What I'm saying is, you don't have to do this. It won't change anything about how I act."
"I… appreciate that," Daphne said. She didn't seem very practiced at thanking others. "However…"
She leaned forward, wrapping my fingers up within her pouty lips. She leaned back, tugging with her mouth, sucking my fingers as she went, popping her lips off with a husky look.
I didn't try stop her again.
She basically ripped open my pants. In less than ten seconds she had my cock out in the chilly air. Daphne looked at it, her composure faltering in the face of its size. Closing her eyes and stretching her mouth, she forged ahead.
"Mmf!" Daphne grunted.
She'd barely gone past the tip when it hit the end of her throat. I could see that the feeling surprised her. She hadn't expected to meet her match that fast.
But she wasn't done. Daphne drew back a little bit, maybe two centimeters, before driving her head forward. She went further this time. I closed my eyes, enjoying the heaven of her mouth as it slid forward, taking more and more…
Eventually she stopped again. She'd gone twice as far this time. When she tried a third time, she gained another inch and a half.
I cracked my eyes open and watched her work. She had the same look of concentration in her eyes as when we worked on potions. Seeing her looking cross-eyed at my cock with that kind of determination turned me on more than it should have.
"Gentle, Daphne. You can't force it. You have to keep yourself relaxed."
Her eyes flickered up, acknowledging my words. She made more fresh progress, gaining another two inches. Now she was doing as well as Luna. Soon, she'd be matching Lavender.
I watched her work, golden hair glittering in the starlight. She was so beautiful. My heart actually started beating a little faster, more so than I was used to. A weird feeling of desperation gripped me. I needed to have her.
I mean, I knew that I would, we already agreed on that— but I didn't even want to wait.
I tamped down on the feeling. Rushing wouldn't do any good, I'd only make Daphne nervous. So I forced myself to stay calm, watching the beautiful witch's head glide back and thrust forward in endless repetitions.
It was her eyes that tipped me off to what I was feeling, and where it was stemming from. Despite the hundred differences between the two of them Daphne was beautiful, blonde, intelligent, and always deep in one plan or another. Tonight, on this balcony, she reminded me more of Annabeth than any girl I'd ever met.
I started breathing heavily. Panting, really. My vision felt blurry. Each twitch of my cock was sending mixed signals up to my brain, making me feel dizzy with desire and lust.
I was about to cum when I brought my hands up, slapping my cheeks hard enough to leave me counting constellations.
Daphne jerked back in fright, looking up at me like I was mad, a bridge of spit strung from her mouth to the pink tip of my cock. But it was her I saw. The girl who was with me tonight.
"Sorry." I'm sure my smile didn't look totally natural but I did the best I could. "I'm good now. For a second, I got distracted. Go ahead."
Daphne looked at me for a few seconds. Ultimately, she closed her eyes and leaned forward. Moving slowly, just like I coached her to, she engulfed my cock.
It was a marathon not a sprint. She gained ground gradually, taking almost thirty seconds to get to my base. But she got there.
Daphne braced on my muscular thighs, her fingers coping a feel while they held her steady. She started moving her head about an inch, jerking it slightly while most of me was tucked deep inside her throat. I whistled, tilting my head toward the stars. The grip I had on the balustrade grew tighter, starting to send cracks through the stone.
Then I came.
"Mm… Mm!" Daphne grunted.
At first, she'd been trying to swallow it as it came. As more kept spilling out she couldn't keep up, leading to it dribbling off her chin. She grabbed the collar of her dress robes, apparently hating being dirty more than she hated messing up her nice clothes, and started furiously scrubbing.
I let her finish before I scooped her into the air. I heard her gasp, feeling her breasts press into my chest.
"I'm going to be honest. Tonight, I'm a bit worked up," I said. "If we do this, I don't think I'm going to be able to hold back. It's going to be vigorous, and honestly, I doubt you'll be able to walk tomorrow. Are you still sure about this?"
Daphne lifted her chin. I could still see a glimmer of my cum on the corner of her cheek.
"If that was meant to discourage me, it was a very poor threat," she said. "Do your worst, Percy Jackson. Or your best. Whatever you wish to call it."
I carried her to the wall with long steps. Pinning her next to the door we'd stepped onto the balcony from, I slid Daphne up like she weighed nothing, until her thighs were on top of my shoulders.
With some help from Daphne loosening straps, I pulled her dress robes off and let them fall away to show the underwear-clad body underneath. I grabbed her panties between my teeth and pulled them down her thighs with a twist of my neck. "Merlin," I heard Daphne whisper, and then my tongue was inside her.
I jabbed it deep into the folds, flexing my muscle with more strength than a tongue should possess. I found all her weakest spots, calling on years of experience with women who'd lived for thousands of years.
Daphne stood no chance.
"You— It— Ah~" She grabbed my head with both her hands, leaning forward until her tummy was resting against my forehead. She screamed her lungs raw, feeling so good that the chilly wind on her almost-nude body wasn't even a consideration.
Daphne's body knew what it liked and was desperate for more. She started grinding against my face, rolling her hips while my tongue dug into her. I stopped searching so deep inside her folds, focusing my attention near the entrance.
Her clit was rolled, flicked, and even lightly nibbled. Each time I touched it Daphne's voice rose an octave, getting louder at the same time.
"Percy!"
I liked how she said my name. Desperate. Almost overwhelmed, but not quite. You could hear how good she felt in the scratchiness quality of her voice.
The next time she squealed my name her voice hitched. Around the middle syllable she lost control, dragging the word 'Percy' into an unrecognizable mess. That was also when she squirted.
I felt it splash across my face. I could feel Daphne's discharge running down my cheeks and chin, dripping off like rain from an overhang.
I let it, making no move to wipe anything away. I looked her right in the eyes as I pulled her away from the wall, setting her down on her feet. She looked at me, wearing only a bra over her busty chest with fluid still dripping between her legs, splattering against the stone one drop at a time. Her lower half was already a bit shaky.
I said nothing, cocking my head. She breathed quicker, anticipation building during the brief pause.
"Fuck me," Daphne exhaled.
I tore off Harry's loaned dress robes, ripping a few seams in the process. We threw our outfits flat across the stones like a beach towel, tumbling down on top of them seconds later. Daphne gasped, her nails going across my back as I snapped her bra in two with one tug.
My teeth claimed her pink nipples, latching on and sinking in. I didn't limit my affections to just the nubs. Every inch of her breasts was bitten and sucked. The force of my lips left Daphne panting before my cock ever pierced her.
When my hips dipped, penetrating her for the first time, the work my tongue had done showed how necessary it had been. I barely managed to slide into Daphne's tight womanhood even with it slicker than a waterslide.
But the important part was that I did fit. The thrusts started, pounding into Daphne. At first she screamed my name. Soon, words escaped her. It was all she could do to hang on through my affection.
Her pussy was gushing. This was no one large orgasm. When she finished cumming, I made her do it again. She couldn't turn off what lay between her legs, getting wetter and lustier with each passing second. At one point, while I savaged her breasts in the most loving way I could manage, I'm pretty sure she bit my scalp.
It took her a while, but she managed to gurgle a single word in an understandable way. "Po-tion!"
She was reminding me that it was safe to not hold back. I appreciated that. But I'll be completely honest— I was beyond things like pulling out, potion or no. IT was lucky we thought ahead, I guess.
My hands clapped down on the sides of Daphne's thighs, finding plenty to squeeze as they rubbed against my hips. One powerful thrust landed, sliding us and the robes we were laying on across the stones. A second one followed, then a third, a forth— Daphne was screaming. At times I could almost make out words, most of them either curses or repetitions of my name. She arched her back, pushing her breasts up higher, something I took advantage of without a thought. My teeth only made her scream louder. Her womb was taking a beating, getting battered each time my cock stabbed into her.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~!" Daphne screamed.
I grunted. Pooling her breasts together, I managed to bite both her nipples at the same time, strapping the sensitive flesh between my molars. I heaved my head up and her tits distended, pulling up with the movement of my head. Daphne slammed her hands down on either side of her body, palms open. The way she was moaning, I wondered if they could hear her back at the party we left. It seemed plausible that her voice would leak through even thousand-year-old stone.
Then cum was pouring into her. I kept thrusting, like I couldn't feel the semen pouring out. Daphne definitely felt it. I could tell from the way she dug her knees into either side of my stomach.
I kept thrusting until the last drop had been squeezed out. We'd gotten more cum on Daphne's pretty dress robes, this time dose leaking from her pussy instead of her mouth. I relaxed my jaw, letting her breasts fall back into their normal shape.
Reaching out, I stroked her cheek, wiping away a single tear with my thumb. She had screamed her throat raw, but her smile told all I needed to know about whether she enjoyed herself.
"That was incredible," Daphne said.
"That was the beginning," I replied.
Gradually, she realized that the shape inside of her hadn't shrunk at all. Two orgasms wasn't close to enough to tire me out. I could see the moment that settled in for her, along with the mingling excitement and fear the idea inspired.
I stroked her cheek again, gently, while giving a powerful thrust into her sore pussy.
"No holding back. I warned you."
Underneath me, Daphne shivered.