Warning: strong sexual content.
A forced orgasm? What the fuck kind of insanity have I been thrown into?
A sudden gasp escaped my lips as he put pressure on my lace covered clitoris with his finger once again. My eyes closing shut as he continued his assault. I felt his finger retreat, causing me to release a whimper, missing, longing for his touch to return.
He leaned down, his hot breath fiercely striking my neck, and whispered, "You look absolutely insatiable right now. I cannot wait til I taste this," he brings his palm down and possessively cups the mound, triggering the senses all over again. His hand rubbing over my girly bits.
His deep chuckle only drives me even more forward into a cloudy land of pleasure.
"I've barely even touched you, yet you're already close to the edge of coming for me."
My mind was incapable of forming any words of retaliation let alone a single coherent thought convincing me of my resistance. My body felt like it was on fire, his touch extinguishing it into a world of pure sexual allure. As his fingers teasingly retreat, the craving grows.
"You think way too much," he rolls his eyes, taking a hold of my lacy underwear and tugs them off with much familiarity and ease. His experience making me apprehensive yet, somehow assuringly comforted.
The thin lacy barrier was gone. He was face to face with my nether regions, all open and exposed. Color instantly rose in my cheeks as I closed my eyes in embarrassment.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck...." the strewn of profanities escaped as he stared down my genitals. For the love of God, can we at least turn off the lights or something. My humiliation rose, compelling my body to wiggle his gaze off.
"Your squirming is only making me harder, babe. Always love a good challenge," he deviously chuckled, his eyes darting up to my own, daring me to protest.
"Fuck y-"
"Don't fucking make me gag you." His smirk had disappeared, grip on my hips tightening and leaving painful marks. Alright then. Grin and bear it Daphne. Grin and bear it. Being gagged is the last thing you wanted.
"Good girl..." he purred, his eyes going back to my mound.
"You know, I'm kinda shocked," he began, his face just casually in front of my- er- area.
"... I honestly thought I'd be dealing with a much hairier situation down here," he smirked approvingly. My eyes shut instantly in embarrassment. Once I had hit the wonderful world of puberty, the hair growth instantly grossed me out. So, I simply shaved it all off. The upkeep is irritating, but better than having the hairy bush.
His hand began stroking up and down the area-exploring, touching, unravelling... My moans couldn't be tamed even if I tried. Maybe the gag was a good idea...
"Your pussy is like a pornstar's dream." He spread my folds, exposing me further towards his greedy eyes. His head dipped down, so that his chocolate head of curls was all I could see between my thighs.
I gasped immediately as I felt his hot, silky tongue lick a path right up from the small opening to the sensitive nub, now hardened. He blew a wave of breath and my muscles tensed. The teasing was relentless.
"P-please..." I moaned, eyes shutting and reopening instantaneously when I felt his finger probe the entrance of my vagina. He flicked his tongue against my clit, his finger slowly entering. The unfamiliar intrusion was welcomed as my walls engulfed his finger. The new sensations were paralyzing and like nothing I had ever experienced before. I didn't have to do anything. My arms were bound and I was completely at the mercy of the glorious monster between my legs. His other hand came up and roughly grabbed my breast, kneading the soft flesh. My body melts at his touch like a new candle being lit, previously untouched but now a molten mess.
His finger starts to slowly move and his tongue lightly bites down and sucks my clit.
"Ah, oh god.." I writhe and writhe, wishing this was all a dream, but not wanting to be anywhere else at this current moment.
"You're so fucking tight," His finger moves faster and he commences with another finger at the opening. I felt slight discomfort, however, it completely diminishes as my hips start raising to meet his movements. He's toxic and I'm addicted.
My body is in a rhythm with his tongue on my clit, fingers penetrating, and his hand pinching my nipples simultaneously as I convulse, shake, and moan. My anatomy betrays me, I have zero control and I wouldn't be able to stop the pleasure enforced on me even if I tried.
He sucks my clit one last time, the action eliciting shaky breaths on my part. I then felt his frame shift up, his face now right above my own, clouding my vision. I've always hated direct eye contact, but the attraction was magnetic and I fell short of resisting staring into those piercing green eyes.
"There's so much you don't know..." he began, his eyes evading mine for a brief second, what seems to be guilt was heavy in his tone.
"You can't escape this Daphne, you're mine and I don't intend to let you go anytime soon."
His words were alarming, my focus lost in the heated moment. He crashed his lips to mine, tongue prying my lips hungrily. No holding back, my eyes closed and my own tongue met his. Battling with one another, like it has always been. His hand cups my mound and he begins assaulting my opening once again with his fingers. His body covers my own guiding it towards pure bliss. An unfamiliar burning ignites in my abdomen, my mouth opens as breathing became much more difficult. His mouth then attaches to my neck where he left his mark. The combination of pain and pleasure is all too much as my muscles stiffen and an explosion erupts inside of me. I've never felt anything like this, being in such a state of sexual satisfaction, my eyes closed and I swore there were stars in my dark vision. Each breath I took was erratic. It feels like I just ran a marathon minus the sore muscles. I hadn't even realized that his fingers had retreated until I felt them back on my now hyper-sensitive clit.
"Ah! Fuck!" I moaned, pure pleasure still raking over my body as it tries to recover. I was a quivering mess, and it took so much just to simply take a breath of air. Nothing but pure euphoria.
"So, how was your first orgasm?" Harry's deep voice resonated, his lips attaching to my hardened nipple. He sucked, as I shake and recover from the aftershocks of the first orgasm. Any coherent thought or vocalizing of words was not possible in my state.
A few seconds later, I feel his teeth clamp down on the hardened bud. "Ah, ouch!" Sparks shoot through my distressed frame.
"Answer me," he growls, his lips going back to sucking the sensitive nipple. tongue swirling it around.
"I- it was g-good."
"Just good? he asked incredulously. He brought his head above mine, leaning towards my ear he whispered, "Good is definitely not a word I would describe the pleasure I bring to women. I don't appreciate the lie. 99 orgasms to go, love." His deep, devious laugh was rough and unforgettable. I lay limp, submitting my weak body to him as he went back to pleasuring me to a whole other world once again...
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"You're so beautiful."
My ears gladly wrapped around his words. Turning around I saw his tall, lanky form. I blushed as his eyes raked over my wanton body, knowing that they've seen all of me and my naked flesh. I couldn't help but think of his body as well, trying to remember every single tattoo that marred his own drool-worthy form.
He sauntered over to me, his hands found their way to my waist, lips attacking my own. His palms lowered, going under my skirt and to my ass, squeezing roughly. Nothing is gentle when it comes to Harry. He either gave him self entirely or not at all. My body welcomes him full-heartedly. My arms wrapped around his neck and he coaxes my legs to do the same around his hips. I barely felt his legs move further until he leaned us down onto something soft, silky, and very familiar. His bed. He was on top of me, our lips still embracing one another. I savored every second that goes by. He retreats briefly, looking down into my eyes. He grins and I couldn't help but reflect the same. He kissed and sucked my neck, tongue caressing his mark on my pale skin. His hands were no longer touching my body, but I heard a belt unbuckling followed by the unmistakable echo of a zipper. I laid, paralyzed, knowing that my body wanted what would come next, but my mind urges me to escape. He's no prince charming, and if this keeps going any longer, the fairytale will become a tragedy.
I had my eyes closed. As they slowly open, panic rose when a glimmer of silver shined ever so lightly. He held the same knife, something that only pain and torture could come from it. His eyes were dark, looking dead on into my own. His devious grin forever imprinted in my mind.
"P-please Harry!" Tears started to form, and before I knew it, I felt the piercing tear of my own flesh. The knife carves me as blood spills out and I'm left with nothing. His hand impales the wound and he grasps my beating heart. Ripping it from my delicate visage, he throws it towards darkness.
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My heart pounded at an unbelievable rate. Breathing was difficult as darkness still surrounded me. My eyes immediately opened upon realization that I was no longer in a nightmarish state. I sat straight up, feeling a very familiar plush blanket. My bed, thank god. Relief overcame me.
Sweat shielded my body, everything feeling so foreign, waking up from the nightmare. My eyes started to water, the dream felt so real. What terrified me most was that I welcomed the pain that Harry inflicted. I did absolutely nothing to stop him. I can't go on like this.
I haven't had nightmares like these since I was a child. And I don't even remember why I had them back then. This is the second dream that featured Harry ripping out my beating heart. It has to mean something. I need to get out.
Finally feeling calm, I looked at the clock- 3:30 AM. Lazily, I got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. I heard thunder in the distance, the echo making me cringe. Nightmares and storms do not mix well with me. The light flickered on and my eyes widened at the reflected image in the mirror. My hair was messy, which was to be expected, but I wasn't in my usual nightly attire. All I wore was a dark gray Jimi Hendrix tee that hit just above mid thigh. I looked down, the clothing article was so foreign yet so familiar. I brought the hem near my face. The musky scent traced throughout belonged to him. My eyes were then drawn to was was worn underneath.
Definitely not mine. I guess he took it upon himself to dress me in barely anything. One of his tees and another pair of lacy undergarments, though this time it's a lilac color. My mind agonizes in attempting to put together what had happened last night. I remember the first orgasmic experience. Completely mind-blowing, bewitching, explosive and after that... nothing comes to mind. I guess he brought me home and dumped me here to get rid of me. I felt sharpness in my chest, a feeling of emptiness...
Snapping out of it, I darted out of the bathroom, no longer wanting to look at my weak self. I wanted nothing more than to just fall asleep, but how can I ever go back to sleep if all that awaits me is a terrifying nightmare?I bit my lip, pondering what I should do. I sat down when a little box caught my eye on the bed stand. A combination of panic and excitement hit me. Based on the last little box, it's safe to assume that Harry isn't the type of guy to buy chocolates or something I'd show my family. I eerily creeped forward, knowing that he apparently has full unhindered access into my home. On the top in black cursive ink read: Open Me.
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Once again, so sorry for not keeping this story updated. I worked really hard on this chapter and hope you love it! Please vote and stay tuned for Harry & Daphne's next adventure. Thanks!