Chapter 0 - Two Flowers under the Greengrass

Contains: MILF, mature, futa, futadom, femdom, incest, mind-break, younger woman/older woman, threesome, sissy 
 

“Hmm... yes, that will do.” Lily Potter murmured to herself, eyes flickering over the food displayed in front of her; a nice mixture of bacon, eggs and sausages that had been cooked to near perfection. With a simple flick of her wand, the food levitated out of the pans they were in and onto to plates, a smile etching across her lips as it did so.     

'Even after all these years, the simplest of magic never fails to amaze me.' She idly thought.   

Turning around and walking into the dining room, the plates of food levitating and following her as she did so, she set about laying them on the table. Lily sighed as she set down the three plates, a sad smile coming to her. It had been years since James had died at the hands of Voldemort, yet it still hurt to this day. He should be here with her now – she could imagine how he would be acting, jumping up and down in barely restrained excitement as they waited for their son to come over with his girlfriend for dinner.   
 
At the thought of her son, Harry, a smile spread across her lips once more. He was definitely her pride and joy; she was so proud of the man he'd become, now so very close to graduating from Hogwarts. He was kind, and smart, and just an all-round lovely young man.

It had been a surprise to her, to say the least, when she had heard from him that he was dating Daphne Greengrass, a pure-blood who was in Slytherin. Whilst she tried to stay away from the whole blood purity prejudices, having been on the receiving end many a time, as well as not truly having any reservations towards people who were in Slytherin, there was a slight suspicion that always lingered in her mind, but Lily supposed it was an after-effect of the war.

'Really, though, I know not all Death Eaters were Slytherins – just look at Peter, for Merlin's sake! Besides, the Greengrasses were neutral, admittedly with dark leanings but still.'

She had thought Harry was getting close to Ginny Weasley, or even that Hermione girl he was friends with, but apparently that wasn't the case. Nevertheless, Lily was glad Harry obviously didn't buy into the prejudices that dominated her time in Hogwarts, and was glad that he was obviously happy. At least, she thought he was, considering the amount of times he had begun mentioning her in his letters home – in every letter, it was 'Daphne this, Daphne that' - he was so hopelessly in love with her and devoted to her already that Lily found it cute, and honestly, she couldn't wait to meet the young woman who had stolen her sons heart. 
 
She was just putting finishing touches on the food when she heard the doorbell ring, a smile spreading across her lips at the sound. Normally, Harry would have come straight home through the floo, but because it was Daphne's first time visiting their house, the wanted to be... traditional. It was very cute, in Lily's opinion.  

Lily walked towards the door, taking a quick moment to check herself out in the mirror that was hung upon the wall near the front door. Her two most distinctive features stood out immediately – her red hair fell down in lustrous waves to the middle of her shoulder blades, a few loose bangs framing the front of her face, and her emerald eyes were covered in the barest amount of eyeshadow, just enough to make them pop. Whilst she wouldn't normally wear lipstick, she wanted to make a nice impression on her sons girlfriend, so today her pouty lips were adorned a dark red, the same colour as her hair. She was clad in a expensive, bright summer dress made from acromantula silk, one that clung to her like a second skin, complimenting her voluptuous curves well, highlighting her mature figure, one that had blossomed from motherhood – it was a dress that was provided comfort, yet also showed wealth, something that Lily imagined a pureblood heiress would appreciate, and to finish her look, around her slender, pale neck, she wore a diamond necklace, that dropped down to the top of her cleavage.   

She smiled once more, before opening the door, only for that smile to stutter momentarily when she saw them both.

Harry was clad in his normal gear, a simple black t-shirt and jeans, though they did seem a bit... looser. His hair was longer too, though it it still suited him, and he wasn't wearing glasses, causing his eyes – the emerald eyes he inherited from her – to stand out all the more. Lily vaguely noted that despite it being his last year, and despite him being an adult now, he still hadn't grown all that much; he was still small and slim. To her senses, it felt like there was magic surrounding him, but she wasn't paying that much attention to it, because her focus was largely taken up by his girlfriend.

The first thing she noticed about Daphne Greengrass, was that she was utterly beautiful. 
 
Platinum blonde hair flowed down to her shoulders in a manner that was almost ethereal, framing a face that could rival Aphrodite herself, a face that held all the features of an aristocratic pure-blood yet amplified tenfold. Her eyes were a piercing ice-blue, the gaze of which were focussed directly on Lily, the intensity of them making the older woman shiver. 

It didn't help that Lily was looking up at her, the younger woman towering over both her and Harry. She was statuesque, clad in a tight-fitting, button-up white shirt that clung to her form, easily highlighting her ample curves, whilst her long, lean legs were partially shown under the black pencil skirt she wore. 

Lily swallowed a gulp, taken aback by her sheer beauty, before she shook her head, clearing her thoughts when she realised Daphne had been speaking. “A-ah, it's a pleasure to meet you Daphne, Harry's told me all about you.” She spoke, warmly, ignoring the way her cheeks had flushed from her awed staring, trying to ignore the sheer presence the younger woman exuded.     

Daphne's lips quirked into a small, smug smile. “I imagine it is.” She all but purred, and Lily twitched – her voice was as sweet as honey.

Lily stepped aside, gesturing for the two to come in, only for her nostrils to widen as she smelt Daphne's perfume when she walked past, her eyes fluttering at the alluring scent, before they snapped open as she shook her head slightly. She didn't pay attention to the almost subservient way Harry walked behind the younger woman, nor the sway in his gait.

“So, Harry, Daphne, how has school been? Anything interesting happen? Have you learnt anything new?” Lily peppered them with questions as they walked to the dining room, both of them following behind Daphne – it didn't even cross Lily's mind the way that they were both walking behind the younger woman in their own house, nor that she shouldn't know the way around; it just seemed natural. 

Daphne let out a small, rich chuckle. “Ohh, we learnt a lot of new things, didn't we, Harry?” 

Lily rose an eyebrow as her son merely squeaked in reply, a red flush overtaking his cheeks, before he nodded. 'Guess he's just nervous.' Lily mused.

“Well,” Lily smiled, “that's good to hear!”

All three of them had moved into the dining room, where they sat down to eat. Lily noticed the way Daphne sat, regal and poised; there was an air surrounding her as she sat there, like a queen watching over her court. 

“So,” Lily began, taking a bite of food whilst she smiled at Harry and Daphne. “How did you two get together then?”

Daphne chuckled whilst Harry blushed.

“Ahh,” Daphne began, her eyes gleaming, “it was quite the stroke of luck. My little Harry here just bumped into me one day, and we got to talking. From there, he just couldn't keep away from me!” 

Lily giggled, not fully realising the patronising way Daphne called Harry 'little', only seeing the way her son blushed even more, and finding it cute. “Well, that's better than the constant pestering Harry's father treated me with at first, let me tell you!” She confided, winking at the younger woman. 

“Mmm, Harry mentioned that to me. Sounds... exhausting!”

“Ha! It was at first, but over time... well,” Lily smiled, brushing her hair behind her ear, not realising quite how sensual she had made the motion. At the same time, Harry let out a small squeak, almost a moan, that made Lily shoot a concerned glance at him.

He flushed at her look. “I'm fiiineEE!” He squeaked, breathing quickly.

Lily's brows furrowed, but she chose to trust him.

“So Daphne,” she began again, turning towards her. “Tell me about yourself?”

“Well,” the younger woman began. “I'm currently first in all of my classes. I enjoy them all, though, admittedly, my favourite is charms and runes.”  

“Oh?” Lily questioned, smiling. “I was under the impression that Harry's friend Hermione was top of all classes?”

Daphne chuckled, a sultry thing that made Lily shiver, though she wasn't sure why. “No, Hermione and I often compete but, well, I am first in class. She does come close though, however she doesn't like to admit she isn't first.”

Lily raised an eyebrow at her son, who meekly nodded in response.

She turned back to Daphne. “Well that's lovelyy!” her words trailed off into a high-pitched squeak, her eyes widening as she felt a dainty foot caress the inside of her thigh under the summer dress she was wearing. 

The older woman looked at her son's girlfriend, her eyes blown wide open, and she swallowed at that intense, smug expression on Daphne's face. A part of her brain started screaming at her, telling her move but that soft caress was strangely enticing - intoxicating, even. 

Daphne raised an eyebrow, in a manner that was full of condescension. “Is something wrong, Lily?” She asked, her voice dripping false sincerity, as her foot continued to purposefully rub and caress the insides of her thigh, getting ever closer to her folds.

“I-I, I, n-no, I'm sorry, I- I don't know what came over me.” Lily squeaked, trying to play it off with a laugh that came out more strained than she intended, her eyes locked on the way Daphne's smile widened.

“Well,” the younger woman all but purred. “That's good to hear. Anyway, as I was going to say, Harry and I have been going strong for a while now, he's such a good boi...” 

Daphne continued to speak, her eyes locked onto Lily's, but the Lady Potter wasn't truly listening, only vaguely hearing the odd inflection on the word boy but not really paying attention to it – instead, her mind was far afield as that dainty foot continued to tease and push at her quim. She didn't even notice the way her son was blushing furiously, the way he was biting his lip – all her concentration was split between a state of shock and not groaning at the sensations she was feeling.      

Daphne’s foot was firm, pressing insistently around her thighs and snatch - Lily even felt her toes tease her clit through the panties she was wearing, confusion swarming her mind even as lust built within her; it was only after a small whimper left her lips that Lily seemed to come back to herself, standing up rapidly, her cheeks aflame. “Ex-excuse me,” she mumbled, as she hastily walked out of the room to the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror, at the way she was breathing heavily and blushing, and shook her head. 

'What just happened...' She thought to herself, trying to regain some equilibrium. She bit her lip when she realised that her pussy was wet; it was mortifying to know she had gotten aroused from her son's girlfriend doing something so scandalous, and she splashed some water on her face to try and calm down. 

Five minutes later, having regained some of her calm, she decided to go back to the dining room. She didn't want to make a big deal out of it, but Lily knew she would have to make sure Daphne knew that what she did wasn't acceptable – but not once did it cross her mind to tell her son. 

She stopped short as she entered the dining room, words dying on the tip of her tongue as she took in what she was seeing with wide, wide eyes. Idly noting the dinner had been vanished, her attention was focussed entirely on Daphne and – and a girl? 

The girl was beautiful, and utterly naked, as Daphne bounced her up and down on a massive, bitch-breaking cock, her ample tits clapping with each ascent and descent, her squealing, ecstatic moans echoing around the room. Lily opened her mouth again, trying to form words, trying to ask what was going on and where was Harry, when she saw Daphne's intense, smug, salacious gaze, locked completely on her, seemingly ignoring the mewling girl upon her magical wand. 
 
It was then Lily saw it; a brief moment in which the girls eyes were wide open and rolling – they were emerald green, the same shade as her own. A gasp left her lips, the girl – it was Harry. Harry with a smaller, feminine body, with long, raven hair, with breasts. It was Harry bouncing up and down Daphne's cock in front of his mother in his family's dining room like a submissive, wanton whore, his face twisted into the most blissed out, lewd ahegao that Lily had ever seen.

“I-I-wha-” Lily stuttered, her mind struggling to take in what was happening. 
 
The confused, distressed Lily tried to look away, trying to ignore the arousal that had rushed back through her body. It seemed so wrong and bizarre to her, to watch, but it was as she turned away that she heard Daphne's voice, commanding and sharp. 

"Watch." 

Daphne commanded her to face the madness, and despite everything screaming at her to not, she did, eyes drifting back toward the chaos, towards the debauched sight of her son getting fucked. Lily trembled where she stood, wishing she understood and had the strength to fight off whatever the hell this was, her intelligent brain at a loss, a whirling mess of chaotic thoughts racing through her mind, and she was unable to stop watching, a wicked heat surging through her at the sight of her son getting treated like a bitch by a woman who was supposed to be his girlfriend.

“Nyaaaaagh!” Harry mewled, high-pitched and moaning, and all Lily could do was stare, her mouth dry. His moans made her eyes hold firm on the sight of him getting bounced up and down Daphne's cock, his body rising up and down, high-pitched squeals spilling from his lips with each descent.
 
Lily knew she had felt some magic surrounding him earlier, she knew his clothes had been looser – and now she saw why. She saw now that the illusion magic that had been surrounding him had dropped, that his pecs had turned into a pair of breasts, an ample pair that resembled two bludgers, and in the middle of the valley of cleavage was a tattoo of the Greengrass house crest; a sight that made her body burn with arousal. Lily saw her son's rock hard, tiny, cock heave in open and shameless delight, bouncing about, throbbing, dripping pre-cum onto the kitchen floor, and she bit her lip, a flare of confused lust rushing through her, stopping a whimper leaving her lips.    

"Enjoying the view?" Daphne asked, her tone haughty and mocking, completely unrepentant. She loved the way her face showed a mixture of shock and animal lust - from the moment the young heiress laid her eyes on the beautiful single mother, she knew that Lily was going to have to be hers, just as her son – her daughter  - was. 

"You see, my family have long been potioneers. Some time ago, a female ancestor created this potion, exclusively for use for the ladies of the Greengrass family. It's fully functional and – well, I'm sure you can see what it does. Go on, touch yourself through your clothes. Watch me bounce your broken, fuckdoll of a daughter on my cock. Get off to seeing cute little Rose all grown up and hooked on a big, hard girlcock. You know, when I tell her to get on her knees and suck me off, she does it with relish, no matter where we are, when I tell Rose to bend over like the good girl she is, she happily bends over and shows me her plump, bubbly arse for me to holster my wand in. Oh - and what a perky little rump you gave her. Does she get that from you?"                
 
The humiliating edge to these words did no favours to Lily, who found herself still stunned silent, as she sank ever lower, as she sank into this desire and chaos swelling within her, falling victim to a pleasurable frustration that left no time for reason or control. The feeling was senseless, making her burn with regret and heat even as she continued to stare at Ro-Harry being fucked. Her hands, without thought, began to reach across her breasts, between her legs; she already had a fire there from Daphne's earlier actions, but now it was raging like Fiendfyre. Her whole body seemed to crave what she was witnessing and Lily didn't have the strength to resist a moment longer, as she began to fondle herself in motions of surrender and a thoughtless detachment from reason.  

"Yes, that's it, play with your cow tits," Daphne moaned teasingly, grabbing Rose by those obsidian locks, tugging her head back, making her let out mewling noises as her tiny cock throbbed from the rough treatment. Rose bucked into the air, moans that echoed in such affected feminine glee leaving Lily startled and dismayed, the raw indecency of Ro- no- Harry's every sound leaving her full of conflicted feelings that felt less and less sensible by the second. Lily wished she knew what to say, wished she had the strength to step in and find some way to put a stop to everything that only got messier and louder and hotter as it went on, but it was hopeless now. There was only one direction to go into, and Lily both feared and desired it, even though she knew it was wrong, that things would change completely. 

Daphne continued to speak firmly, all of her teasing comments and degrading remarks of dirty talk causing Lily to whimper. She was overwhelmed, helpless and foggy, unable to focus on Daphne's words and falling steady into a haze of desire and frustration, a tsunami of feelings and dizzying sensations as if she had been confounded, all tearing at her from deep within as she continued to watch the debauched sight in front of her, her hands rubbing feverishly all over her curvaceous body. Daphne held all the power, all the cards, and Lily could no more than go along for the ride, lust and desire and shame flowing through her.
 
In the end, the sheer sight was too much, and Lily came, a sordid moan escaping her lips as she did so. By her own hand, she came to the wild spectacle of her dau-son, she reminded herself, her son, though it was certainly getting harder to remember that the more she watched, riding another woman's cock. Lily's head spun as she fell further into a state of delirium from which she felt there was no escape, both confusion and the aftershocks of her humiliating, bone-shaking orgasm coursing through her, sending her spiralling ever deeper.   

Her legs trembled, before finally she fell to her knees, head low as she whined and shook and succumbed to the quivering shame of letting go, letting go as she watched her child be ravaged by his girlfriend shamelessly in their dining room. 

Lily watched, her pussy still throbbing as Ro-Harry's dick erupted, as he let out needy, wild moans and gasps of reckless pleasure. She could see his cheeks burn bright as he lost himself, spurting all over the floor whilst impaled upon Daphne's phallic monster, moaning and whining. 

The added friction caused Daphne to groan; it was so tight, and along with the older Potter's burning gaze – it was too much. The Greengrass heiress grunted, pulling him down and holding him to the hilt atop her cock, as her superior seed surged forth, flooding his sphincter with her hot, gooey cum. 

"Take it, you sissy whore!" she yelled, the usually composed and erudite heiress becoming cruel and vulgar as she dominated her plaything, great swells of pleasure flooding her body as she continued to shoot rope after rope of cum into the tight hole. "Mm, and your mum's breaking down too. She came so hard her legs gave out! Being a slut obviously runs in the family. I mean, look at you Lily! You thought you were a Lady of high-class, like I will be? You thought you were on our level? HAH! You look more like a high-class whore!"      

Rising up from her chair, Daphne stood, all but throwing  Rose onto the floor, walking slowly toward Lily, dragging her pet by the hair along toward the kneeling milf. The Greengrass heiress stood over Lily, her massive, throbbing cock casting a heavy shadow over her face as she admired the view from above, whilst the older woman just stared up at her, her face twisted with lust and shock as she swallowed thickly. "I could do whatever I want to you now. You'll fall in line for your mistress, won't you?" she slapped Lily across the face with the cock that had ruined her daugh-son.    

Meek and frustrated, still reeling from the orgasm she had experienced earlier, Lily whimpered, biting her plump lower lip. To hear such crude, degrading language spill from the lips of the perfect, pure-blood princess, the heiress of the Greengrass family no less, was shocking. To witness her actions stunned Lily beyond all movement, the sheer force of her beaters-bat cock causing her jaw to drop and her mouth to open wide - only for Daphne to grab her by her gorgeous red locks and pull her down, forcing the cock right into the mother's throat, in a movement so quick it resembled the lunge of the Slytherin House animal. Lily choked, green eyes widening as she was treated to the sudden cramming of dick down her gullet, the thick, rapid penetration startling the older woman, who struggled and writhed under Daphne's motions.    

The younger woman didn't leave Rose out of this either, one hand grabbing her hair, pulling her over into this too, the young Potter kissing Daphne's pelvis slavishly as she hilted her way down her mum's throat, the sounds of Lily's gagging and Rose's wet kissing thundering around the room in a lurid chorus.    
 
"You're going to," she growled. "Just like your slutty daughter here. Mother and daughter fucksluts. You'll learn your place like she did, and serve my cock whenever and however I ask." Firm, confident thrusts down Lily's throat imposed upon her these most wicked, debauched delights, pushing on quicker, rougher, forcing the older woman to struggle and sputter around the big dick so relentlessly punishing her throat. The treatment was both unyielding and wild, and made Lily struggle deliriously as she was facefucked, her face turning a delightful shade of red. She'd been so far removed from a sex life that at the idea of giving in like this was absolute madness, a confused swell of feelings and sensations pulling her deeper into the uncertain state of knowing she didn't stand a chance in the midst of all this.     
     
Daphne pulled back, cockslapping Lily a few more times, and then pulled Rose in to join her mother in licking all over her twitching, hefty girlcock again. "Good girls," she said, voice tense and heavy with the weight of her control, a dominance and a hunger that grew messier, harder. The actions made Lily fall ever lower, not sure how to control the intense, searing heat tearing through her now, driven by a dark sensation so vulgar, demanding everything of her, and all she could do was keep giving in to it. "Lick that cock all over, be the dirty cocksluts I know you are. Rose, you're going to have to help your mum learn to be as good a whore as you are, okay?”   
    
Daphne stood there, a small moan escaping her lips as they both licked and sucked at her cock, a flare of triumph surging through her as she watched the two remaining Potters worship her fleshy wand. She couldn't resist adding further to the older woman's degradation though, and continued to speak in a haughty manner. “Oh, Lily... Rose is a cuter girl than you are, and a much better cock-sucker, but don't worry, she'll help you out, you silly little mudblood."
 
Lily found herself too busy kissing and slobbering all over the side of Daphne's cock to care about the insulting words, but she did vaguely hear one of the words she despised so much, and yet, despite all other times when it caused rage to flare within her, this time, the degrading word only made her moan heatedly around Daphne's pure-blood pole. She felt helpless here, confused and frustrated by the heavy, demanding swell of lust slowly taking her.   

'Haaaahh, Daphne's cuhhh~coccccck is so big, so... ❤thick~❤' Lily thought, deliriously, eyes blinking rapidly. 

So focussed on slobbering along the the length of the mighty slab of meat, Lily didn't notice Daphne shove Rose's head away from her phallic pillar, and she certainly wasn't expecting the feeling of a tongue lashing out at her dripping slit. She squealed, her moans vibrating along Daphne’s cock as her daughte-son’s tongue lapped away at her dripping pussy, utterly indefatigable in her-his oral service. The spasms of pleasure coursing through her from her cunt caused Lily to stop licking, unable to focus properly, her mouth falling wide open, which Daphne took advantage of. She casually plunged her cock down the red-heads throat once more, watching hungrily as Lily's neck filled out and distended obscenely as her breeding-wand plunged in and out of her gullet, gagging noisily and squealing at the same time..       

The sloppy, squelching sounds of the dick plunging into Lily's tight throat filled the room, a throat that seemed purposefully made for Daphne's dick with how tightly it clung around it. The scent of the dick filled every breath that Lily desperately gasped for when Daphne drew back, the younger woman drawing back just far enough for the red-head to barely avoid getting a sloppy load of her own saliva wedged in her lungs as she huffed down the air. 

“Mmmm, put those cocksuckers to good use, that's it.” Daphne groaned, voice rife with thick satisfaction as Lily's lips were wrapped around her shaft. 

The gorgeous milf spluttered and gurgled, choking around the Daphne's girlcock, but her tongue didn't stop slurping, it didn't stop licking and slapping wetly against the broad slab of cock. Saliva pooled in Lily's mouth, thick rivulets running out and splattering everywhere as Daphne casually fucked her face, all the while Rose licked at her enflamed, dripping pussy with a wanton fervour even as her mother's drool dripped over onto her, making the beautiful older woman mewl and moan, greedily eating with more fervency when she heard the approving hums of Daphne. Rose's tongue flicked and slurped, two fingers coming up and spreading those pink folds wide, making it far easier for her to devour with a hungry zeal.        
 
Glllrrrrk! Gllrrrrcch! Glllaaarcckkk!

“Morgana's tits, your throat is tight!” Daphne groaned, bursts of pleasure travelling through as her cock sunk in and out of Lily's wet, grasping gullet, enjoying the wet, glottal noises. The younger woman couldn't keep her eyes off of the red-head – although she was fairly neutral in regards to blood purity, she still believed herself to be above muggleborns and the like, mainly due to her status – and so seeing the Lady Potter, who was quite possibly the most renowned muggleborn alive, on her knees, pretty red lips stretched wildly around her fuckpillar, gagging and drooling, her graceful, slender throat bulging with every thrust, her eyes rolling in pleasure as her sissy daughter devoured her quim – well, it was a sight that could power her Patronus charm for the rest of her life.    

Lily's hands came up to Daphne’s thighs, gripping them for some sense of stability, trying to hold onto her sanity even as her brain seemed clouded over by lust - the lack of proper oxygen seemed like it was popping Lily’s braincells one by one, as her arousal grew to almost painful heights, her slutty gurgles echoing around the room; Lily had never felt like this before, not with James or anyone else. Her pussy was dripping her juices all over her son-daughters face, and Lily hadn't even realised that she had already begun to see Harry as Rose, already begun to think of her as her daughter instead, so lost in her lustful haze, all the while Daphne grinned at the sight of the two Potters. It was glorious, and the entire sight made her speed up her thrusts, pummelling Lily's throat at the same speed as a Graphorn charging; she could feel her peak coming, and so with a simple flick of her wand, a bolt of energy shot out and hit Rose. It was a signal to her favourite little pet to finish, and at the same time, it sent a surge of pleasure through her sissy body, something Daphne had long since trained into her.   
 
Rose squealed at the sudden feeling, before, without any warning, she slammed two fingers deep into her mothers cunt, whilst her lips encircled her throbbing clit and sucked, at the same time vibrating her tongue against the engorged nub by speaking parseltongue. 
 
Lily screamed as she came furiously, her body overcome with a pleasure she had never felt before, every nerve ending being struck with lightning as her pussy gushed, its juices squirting over her daughters face as if she had cast Aguamenti, her eyes showing the whites as they rolled in her skull. At the same time, the colossal orgasm that wracked her body caused her throat to tighten around Daphne's enormous wand as she choked and gagged, and the tight, wet, grasping embrace caused Daphne to cum too, a moan leaving her perfect lips as she felt her precious seed spill forth into Lily's stomach in great spurts.   
 
“Haaaah, ahhh, that was lovely,” Daphne purred, voice rife with satisfaction. She ran one hand through her long, blonde hair, slowly pulling her cock out of Lily's mouth, a long, drawn-out, nasty wet noise accompanying the motion. She simply luxuriated in the afterglow of her climax, eyeing both the shaking, gasping milf and her desperate little Rose with amused, lustful eyes. 

“Now then,” the Greengrass heiress cooed, pointing her wand at the older woman.

With a simple, wordless swish, Lily was lifted up and thrown onto the dining table, her face askew with drool and cum, her crimson hair puffing out around her face like a lit halo as a small moan escaped her. With another flick of her wand, Daphne vanished the dress and underwear she wore, revealing Lily's mature body in all its curvaceous glory. Firm, full tits the size of quaffles stuck out firmly on her chest, those supple curves that flared out into a succulent, wide waist, which flowed into lean, toned legs, and in betwixt those thighs lay a pink, puffy mound that was utterly dripping before Daphne's gaze, a small patch of red hair topping it.    

Daphne clicked her teeth, and upon hearing the sound, Rose stood up by her mothers head, panting, her eyes hungry and wanting.  

“Hold her legs, pet.” Daphne commanded, her voice brooking no disobedience, and Rose immediately did so, grabbing those toned calves and bringing them up to her mother's head, all of which provided a pleasant sight for Daphne – the Lady Potter held in a degrading mating press by her daughter, her legs up by her head, pressing her buxom breasts together and her dripping wet snatch on full display.

“I-I, ahhh, D-Daphne please...” Lily croaked, though her voice was weak, nor did she realise that she was slightly lifting her hips up and down, trying to get closer to Daphne's wand.   

Daphne tittered. “I'm impressed you're still able to think somewhat properly, Lily. Let's change that, shall we?” 

There was no marking the initial penetration. There was no rubbing of her dick against her puffy, pink mound, no touching, no grinding, nothing. The beautiful heiress just immediately and brutally slammed her cock up into her right then and there, ramming so many inches of her meaty girth into her in one impaling stroke that caused Lily to howl, a wild, primal thing. It was a guttural, animalistic shriek, a burst of pleasure crashing over her suddenly and intensely - it felt like Daphne's mammoth member was sent driving up into her womb, filling up so much of her cunt she almost couldn't believe it, a pressure that she didn't even know had built up bursting violently throughout her body.    

Lily's vaginal cavity was stretched wide, her brain unable to process the sheer slab of meat plugging in and out of her drenched cunt. Daphne groaned at the way her quim quivered around her shaft, at the way her spongy, inner walls grasped at her cock upon every thrust. It was exquisite. Nor could she resist, upon seeing those motherly milkers bouncing and clapping as she thrust in and out, the temptation to grab them – and grab them she did, her hands reaching out and harshly grabbing them, causing the red-head to moan in an overwhelming mixture of pain and pleasure, before the young heiress proceeded to grope and play with them to her hearts content.   
   
Lily was a moaning, mewling mess; it was indicative of the sheer sexual skill that Daphne Greengrass must have that she could induce such a state of euphoric ecstasy in the older woman with just a few, firm thrusts. Lily dazedly thought that she'd probably been fucking random girls and Rose for ages, and now Lily was just another one of them. The beautiful mother, though, felt herself succumb further, her brain dizzy with the realization that she actually had a young woman's cock inside of her, her daughter's girlfriend at that, and was just as shocked by how fucking good it felt to her dazed, horny mind.  

Each time she pulled back, more ragged, gasping mewls left the older woman, small babbling pleas for Daphne to 'slow down' – yet the young blonde never even tried to be gentle about it. Despite her aristocratic, erudite looks and despite her noble standing, at the minute none of that mattered, for she didn't see any reason to slow down - especially not when she was fucking a woman she thought was little better than a cocksleeve. 
 
“Ohhhhh MorgaaNNAAA, Fuuuuuhhhh~ ❤fuuuuuccCCCKKKKK❤!” The primal noise continued to erupt from Lily's lips, originating from her very core, as her brain adored the feeling of Daphne's thick fuckpole filling her up, and it was all she could do, moaning like a dirty Knockturn-Alley whore for it, groaning, her body shaking as Daphne hammered away with hard, relentless impacts.

Rose whined, her eyes locked onto the sight of her mother getting reamed out by her mistress, her tiny little dicklet throbbing, and Daphne's eyes flicked over to her. She rose a perfectly-shaped eyebrow, as if to say 'well?'.
 
The younger Potter stood above her mother's head, biting her lip at the way her mum's beautiful features had become a rictus of euphoria, before she leant down, kissing along the curvature of her slender neck, pressing hot, firm kisses against the skin, causing Lily to gasp even further as her eyes fluttered. She kissed up, hovering just above her face, her own green eyes tracing the lewd expression her mother was making, before she leant forward and moulded her lips against her mothers with no hesitation, not even caring that it was her mother, tongue coming out and demanding entry into her wet cavern, breaching past her mother's plump pillows and diving in, both fleshy appendages meshing with each other in a lewd, wet, sloppy liplock.   

“Mmmpphhh!” Lily groaned out, her body lit up with pleasure, Daphne's wand sliding in and out of her sopping folds with an assured, confident dexterity, as her daughter swapped spit with her, the multitude of emotions swirling through her overwhelming her, consuming her.   

“You're so tight, so wet.” Daphne hummed, before her ice-blue eyes flashed with magic, an echo of power seeping into the air as the pace of her thrusts increased, slamming into Lily's cunt at a break-neck pace, her hips driving against the older woman's pelvis, each punishing descent sending her tits bouncing and clapping and slapping together in a lewd display of debauchery. The mother screamed into her daughter's lips, the kiss turning increasingly sloppy as her pussy was stretched beyond anything she had ever felt, a great, spiralling wave of orgasms crashing over her with all the nerve-electrifying power of the Cruciatus.   
  
“❤Hnnnnngggggggghh!❤” Lily continued to cum around Daphne's cock as it drilled in and out, kept in a concussive state of mind-broken euphoria, as incoherent gibberish spilled from her lips into Rose's mouth, her emerald eyes rolling wildly in her skull as tears of pleasure streaked down across her cheeks, her pussy clenching rhythmically around the invading cockmeat as she felt the effects of countless climaxes rush through her her; it was beyond anything she had ever experienced.   

“How does it feel, you dirty old fuckcow?” Daphne purred, teeth slightly gritted from the sheer vice-like grip Lily's twat had on her bitch-breaker, her body hammering down faster and smoother, impaling Lily's sodden folds with every inch of her thickness, pumping back and forth like a pendulum.  

Lily gasped, Rose having pulled back from meshing their lips together, strands of drool connecting mother and daughter. “Fuhh~fuuccckkk! I'm cuhh, cumminngggg! Haaaaaaahh, muhhh~morreeee! So, soooo GOOOOD❤!”

Daphne laughed almost demurely, though her heavy movements didn't let up. Her cock churned through Lily's wetness without restraint, fucking her through the aftershock, ensuring the older woman kept gasping raggedly as mini-orgasms akin to hundreds of rounds of exploding snap erupted within her, only adding on to the body-shaking one she had just experienced. Daphne kept her stuffed to the brim, her hips swinging in great, pendulous arcs of motion as she rammed into her with raw, powerful thrusts, her magic allowing her to keep going at great pace. 

She eyed those bouncing tits once more, and couldn't resist – this time, instead of groping the doughy orbs, her hand clapped against the fleshy section of side-boob, and Lily's entire right tit wobbled. Daphne did the same to the left tit, then the right, again and again, sending them bouncing, treating them as she wished, and Lily did nothing but mewl under the harsh ministrations - the pain she felt only adding to the euphoria she was experiencing  

“Look at these things,” Daphne husked, passionately. She grabbed hold of both tits with each hand and dug her fingers in deep, practically mauling the perfect softness. A hungry growl left her as she pressed in, and immediately sent the flesh bulging out between each slender finger. “These are fit for a common Knockturn Alley whore, not a lady, not – uhhgg!”
 
 Daphne snorted daintily at her own words and just doubled down on the action. She squeezed away at Lily's fat, doughy breasts with lustful fingers; she gripped those two slut-balloons like the quaffles they were, roughly bending and shifting them around. It was matched by the hard, heady thrusting, which continued to rock Lily’s entire body, her green eyes rolling in her skull as she slurred out slutty mewls, her face a twisted rictus of pleasure.
 
'She's j-just... fucking me like I'm... hnnngggh!'

 Lily shuddered on the desk and moaned more each time, her pussy stretched so wide, so full. It was hard to dispute those degrading words when she was rocked back and forth by that massive dick, it was hard to even try and regain some equilibrium, some of her fearsome intellect when inch after inch of pureblood cock was rutting into her so intensely whilst having her tits just squeezed like fleshy bags, when her brain was already a blissed-out mess from her mind-shattering orgasms, when she was utterly melting under Daphne's vigorous actions. 
    
“Yessss, yesyesyessss! Right, aaaaahhh, there! You're so, so deeeeeeep!” Lily hollered, her eyes rolling constantly as Daphne ravaged her pussy.  

Lily had never been fucked like this, so unyielding and unrelenting. It was overwhelming, and she continued to gasp, wince, and whine as it happened. She rocked wildly on the dinner table, hands clenched down around the edge of it. Her legs bounced, her breasts flopped around in those squeezing hands - and it all kept on going, the younger woman just thrusting away at her like a toy and cramming her quim to the absolute brim with rock-solid alabaster meat. 
 
 “Come on, you dirty old whore,” Daphne grunted, her words mocking, hand pulling back and swinging out so quick it was blinding. She smacked against the fat curve of Lily's chest to send it bouncing once more, and ice blue eyes drank in those fleshy ripples whilst the gorgeous older woman just whined.
 
Lily couldn't even gasp, left utterly breathless and stimulated beyond all belief. She could just barely hear her daughter whispering sultry words into her hear, could just barely make out the slutty undertones of those words but nought else – it was only from those vague whispers that she even remembered that Rose was right there, watching her being cored out. Her brain was not working at all, just a chaotic flurry of lust and pleasure, utterly unable to focus, unable to do anything but moan as Daphne's hardness destroyed her snatch, and yet, despite having already climaxed a multitude of times, a supernova exploded behind her eyes, a force of a hundred Bombarda Maxima's crashing over her body as another colossal orgasm rocked through her, leaving her insensate with pleasure. 

“FFFFFUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKK!” Lily howled, her cunt clenching so tightly in the throes of her orgasm that it was too much for Daphne; her cock pulsed as she let out a long, satisfied groan, torrents of baby-batter surging forth, spewing inside her snatch, yet she didn't let up her thrusts. The mixture of Lily's feminine nectar and her own cum coating her cock squelched because of how hard she was fucking, turning into a frothy, sloppy mixture that only got more intense the longer she drove in through the floodwaters, lewd squelches heard with every impact, the older woman spewing forth whorish obscenities as she moaned like a banshee.    

Eventually, Daphne slowed, before pulling back, Lily's snatch gripping onto her cock as she pulled out, a wet schllurrrrp heard as she dislodged herself from its grasping embrace, gently grinding her shaft against the lush folds, drawing more ragged mewls from the panting older woman.  

Paying no attention the whines of Rose, with another flick of her wand she levitated Lily into the air again, walking into the living room, Lily dripping sweat and cum with every step, before she threw down the older woman onto the couch, shoving her legs out to the side as the gorgeous red-head sat there on the sofa, her eyes glazed with lust and hungry, carnal desire, her breasts heaving as she breathed heavily, her legs shoved out to either side, presenting her well-fucked cunt to Daphne's leering gaze, her pussy-lips red and stretched, covered in juices.      

“There's just one last thing for you to understand, Lily,” Daphne cooed, her voice mockingly affectionate as she stared at the fuck-drunk older woman, casually flicking her wand towards Rose once more, sending a bolt of magical energy at her that made her petite body vibrate with pleasure, causing the young Potter to squeal as she came, spurting dribbles of watery seed, her cheeks burning a bright red as she was treated as an afterthought whilst her girlfriend, her mistress fucked her mother into a stupor. 

“You still haven't given me everything.” Daphne grinned, and it was a wolfish, hungry thing, full of sinful, predatory intent.                                                                    
 
Some small semblance of sanity that Lily retained spluttered weakly into existence, stuttering out through gasped breaths. “I-I, please,” she replied thickly, face burning red. “I’ve never- not there.”
 
 “Oh? Why ever not?” Daphne grinned. “After having watched me fuck your precious child, after being filled up with my cum,” as she purred out the words, Daphne’s hand played with Lily’s chest, groping and squeezing the doughy pillows. “this is where you think you can draw the line?”
 
 “I... c-can’t,” Lily whined. 
 
 “Oh?” Daphne tittered, drawing back again, dragging her slab of girlmeat along her dripping slit, getting lower and lower. “Because it seems like you just want it, Lily. Just look at how your hips are rising for me.”
 
 “That’s not true,” Lily whined again, brain swirling, even as her hips rose, trying to rub her quim along Daphne's wand. “I’m...” 
 
 “Yes, you're...” Daphne purred sultrily, before finishing for her. “You’re a good little slut, is what you are.” Daphne said, still rubbing her cock along her puffy labia. “And what you’re gonna do is lay here, in front of your daughter, and beg me to fuck you. Right?”
  
 “R-right,” Lily panted, her eyes fluttering. It was just so hard to think right then; so overwhelmed by the mind-breaking bliss she had felt that she wasn't properly aware of what Daphne was saying, that small spark of sanity shrinking away back into the depths of her mind once more.  

“Soooooo,” Daphne whispered coyly, her eyes intense. “What do we say?”

“Puhh... please?” Lily slurred, to which Daphne only smiled widely at, her lips quirking into a gorgeous smile that made Rose whimper upon seeing it.   

The pureblood princess gave the older woman no warning, lining her massive fuckpillar against Lily's puckered star and pushing herself inside without hesitation, not letting the impossible compactness of the hole daunt her in the least. 

Daphne groaned as her fat cock pushed through the tight ring that squeezed her like a vice, trusting in the size and weight of her cock to see her through - she was normally one for smooth precision and finesse, not brute force, but she was so deep in the throes of lust at the moment, so deep in the gleeful knowledge that she had conquered Lily Potter that she didn’t care for Lily’s comfort at the moment as she reamed out the woman’s arsehole. Hard strokes sent Daphne's phallic pillar deep into Lily's sphincter, stretching it out with each inch that was forced inside, filling out the previously virginal hole with the weight of her cockmeat.
      
Lily shrieked, unable to do anything but as soon as that mighty womb-wrecker had stretched her anal walls apart. Daphne thrust her cock in firmly, relishing the way the arsehole clenched around her broad meat and gripped it tight; but she didn’t let it slow her, and kept driving forward with the same fast, smooth motions she had with the woman's slutty cunt. It certainly wasn’t easy, not with how tight the passage was, but she pushed firmly, undeterred the entire time, trusting in her innate superiority to fuck the hole into submission as she drove closer to hilting inside completely each time, her pelvis smashing up against the fleshy curve of Lily's rump, squishing into it like it was a sponge in her attempt to get more cock into the tight rosebud.  
   
“Do you understand?” Daphne husked into her ear, grinning ferally, casually groping Lily's fat, heavy fuckboulders as she drove into her, her cultured voice smug and mocking. “All your holes are mine. There’s not an inch of you that isn’t mine, Lady Potter.”                   

It was with a loud groan of gratification that Daphne finally hilted herself fully inside, feeling every squeezing inch ply along all of her pulsing cock. Now that she was able to, she happily drove her obscenely long fuckhammer into the depths of the older woman's doughy arse. Lily was utterly at her mercy, and Daphne ran a mile with that submission, her own blood boiling with primal lust.    
  
She flicked her wand, a burst of energy escaping it as magic locked Lily's legs in place, stretched in that wide open position, as she pounded her hips against Lily's arse. Her hands, now free, gripped those wide hips, fingers holding them tight for purchase as her own hips hit Lily’s derrière with fleshy smacks, smashing into her with long, powerful strokes, wrapping the red-heads guts around her dick.                           

'Muhhh~myy arsssshh! Being stretched so muchtoomuch'   

“Ohhhhhhh MorrrgaNNAAAAA! MY ARSE! You're too, too big! You're bruhhh~❤breaking it!❤” The busty red-headed witch wailed, her body shaking as she experienced something beyond belief, something so far beyond anything any euphoria potions could ever hope to provide.     
 
Daphne's throbbing crown tore through too-tight walls and forced them apart, letting her dick follow without as much difficulty. She pumped back at forth, hips swinging in great arcs of motion as she drove into Lily's anal passage, the young heiress continually pushing in straight to the hilt, drawing ragged, gasping mewls from the older woman.
               
Lily, the beautiful, buxom milf that she was, was utterly delirious. Powerful witch or not, the Lady Potter or not, she was now just Daphne’s fucktoy, the pleasures ripping through her body unassailable, and Daphne made sure to supplement that with whispers and grunts as she worked her wrist-thick bitchbreaker in and out of her arse, stretching it out nice and wide with every pummelling stroke, and all she could do was wail in ecstasy, spittle flying from her mouth as her face was twisted in a whorish, slovenly, fuck-drunk rictus, her doughy breasts clapping with each thrust. 
   
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!  
  
“You’re just a fuck toy,” Daphne told her, reinforcing her words with bucks of her hips that sent her dick deep into her arsehole. “A Greengrass concubine, no better than your sissy, slutty daughter. I’ll fill every one of your holes until you’re just as cumdrunk as your daughter there, and then, when I'm done with this plump arse, I’ll dump another load in your slutty womb.”   
 
Daphne's ravaging of Lily's anal orifice continued for what felt like hours, each pummelling pump making Lily howl, her voice hoarse. She hammered out a lewd beat, Lily's body spasming hard about the slab of girlcock sawing in and out of her body. 
 
Lily could do naught but wail in ecstasy as she was fucked cross-eyed, as her arse was stretched and ravaged beyond all measure. She was a mess, spittle flying free from screaming out as Daphne's mighty fleshwand rammed deeper and deeper inside, her anal walls being absolutely reamed out as she was treated as a cocksleeve by the younger woman – as she knew she was being treated the way she deserved to be by a superior woman. 

“Yesssssss, pleeeeeaseeee! I w-want that, shooooo gooood,” the older woman slurred, “need, muhhhh~moreeeeee!”   
         
Daphne complied with the needy request with ease as she kept going, tunnelling into Lily's rump with the same destructive force of a Hungarian Horntail in a rut. The blonde witch fingered her wand, flicking it at Lily and in one, smooth, continuous motion, lifted the older woman up, whilst at the same time she sat down, before driving up into her in a seated reverse-cowgirl position, having lost no momentum, the sheer friction that such a movement caused making Lily clench as pressure built within, her brain firing on all cylinders. At the same time, Rose was moaning wantonly at the debauched sight, her eyes hungrily watching the hypnotic way her mothers flesh rippled with each impact, her fingers pumping in and out of her arse whilst her little dicklet twitched and and jerked, something Daphne saw and laughed at, a smug, amused thing.                                               
                                       
“You see, Lily?” Daphne spoke, her voice as seductive as the whisper of Imperius, tilting her head towards Rose's frenzied actions. “That's your daughters true self, a degraded little sissy fuckhole who knows her only value is attending my needs, is doing what I want.” 

“Just,

WHAM!

“Like,

WHAM!WHAM! 

You.”
 
WHAM!WHAM!WHAM!

Lily just moaned in agreement, lewd obscenities and high-pitched shrieks spilling from her lips as her velvety anal walls were being pounded over and over, being reshaped by Daphne's fuckflesh, relishing in the treatment she was getting. The Greengrass heiress turned her head towards the fuck-broken sissy that belonged to her. “Get over here, Rosie.” She cooed, “there's a little treat for you.”    
                                                   
Rose all but blurred as she sped over, her head leaning towards the drenched folds of her mother, her tongue diving in and lapping up the mixture of cum and feminine nectar. Rose slurped and guzzled so hard that her cheeks had hollowed from the effort, she sucked so hard, so greedily that it was as if she were a Dementor trying to perform its kiss, as if she were trying to suck Lily's soul out through her sopping cunt. The added stimulation was too much, with both her lower orifices being worked over, Lily exploded, her body shuddering as she keened in a manner that was more akin to the howl of a werewolf, a loud wail of ecstasy spilling from her lips as juices squirted from her silken folds straight into her daughters mouth.                 
 
“❤FUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHCCCKKKKK❤!” She was utterly delirious with euphoria, a lewd, gasping, wailing mess, crying tears of pleasure as she came over and over yet again, stars bursting behind her eyes, multiple ruinous orgasms wrecking her body with such speed that they seemed to blur into one big, everlasting, soul-searing climax; long, undulating cries of rapture spilling from her lips.  

It was at this moment that the last remnants of sanity that Lily didn't even realise she had subconsciously occluded exploded into nothing, and all that remained was 'DaphneDaphneDAPHNE❤~'
 
Splllrrrccchhhh! Spllllrrrttttt! 
    
Daphne groaned heatedly as her cock pulsed, an outpour of molten hot cum gushing into Lily's bowels, painting those warm walls white, filling her up with rope after rope of sticky jizz. “Haaaah, ohhhh,” she moaned, continuing to cum, unleashing all she had into the warm, snug embrace of Lily's anal passage, whilst Rose sat back on her heels in front of the two of them, her green eyes glazed with rapturous desire.    
  
Eventually, her monstrous orgasm tapered off, and she flicked her wand and lifted Lily up off her fuckrod. Daphne went to speak, before noticing that Lily had passed out, and laughed to herself, before placing her down on the floor, leaving her in her fucked-silly state, twitching and shuddering. She turned towards Rose, noticing with a mixture of amusement and lust, the combination of juices dripping on the gorgeous sissy's face.  

Daphne raised a delicate eyebrow, before speaking, her voice firm. “Turn around, on all fours, pet.” 

The blonde grinned as the black-haired girl hurried to obey, before standing up. She stood behind her, hand coming down and smacking harshly against the pale rump she saw, Rose squealing in pain as she did so. Her cock still throbbed with energy, jutting out from her curvaceous body, and so, without any hesitation, she drove into that tight little hole, stuffing Rose full of girlmeat, drawing a ragged, whining squeal from the young Potter, a sound Daphne had long become accustomed too, before she started to fuck her. 
                                               
As she pumped back and forth in the tight passage, holding a fistful of dark hair in her hand as if it were reins, Daphne could only think to herself, 'How excellent. The House of Greengrass will forever be on top... and these two shall always be mine.'

/-/-/-/-/

Months later... 

Graduation had come and gone, and to the students of Hogwarts, Daphne and Harry seemed to have joined at the hip, Harry almost constantly at her side, even having slowly pulled away from Hermione and Ron. Many were waiting for the announcement of their engagement, especially considering that many knew Daphne and Harry were living together straight out of graduating, currently staying at Potter manor. 

Of course, some of Daphne's friends knew the truth about their relationship.  

The floo roared into life, as Pansy Parkinson stepped out into Potter manor with a casual gait, looking completely nonchalant, as if she belonged there, as she walked further into the home of a family hers had never really interacted with beforehand. 
  
She was dressed casually, in a simple shirt and skirt combination, completing her everyday look with high heels that accentuated her lithe legs. Aristocratic features were artfully amplified by light make-up, the small puggishness her face had as a young girl having long blossomed into a beautiful visage, one that drew awed, jealous glances from many. 

Her lips quirked into a devious smile as she heard nasty, lewd wet noises that were echoing around the house. Her eyes flashed with lust as she bit her lip, before continuing to walk to where the noises where coming from, entering the living room, her eyes instantly locking onto the erotic sight taking place in the centre of the room.  

There, lounging on the couch, clad in naught but a dressing gown, a glass of red wine in her hand, was Daphne Greengrass, her golden blonde hair cascading down past her shoulders in gentle waves. Her lips curled into a lascivious smirk upon seeing her friend. “Pansy, darling,” she purred, “so lovely to see you.” 

Glllrrrrrcchh! Glllrrrrrrkkk! Glllaaaarckk! 

“Hey, Daphne.” Pansy replied, her eyes watching the sight before her. Rose knelt, utterly naked between Daphne's legs, her head bobbing back and forth upon Daphne's gut-punching slab of meat, throating herself repeatedly without hesitation. It was something she had seen quite a few times, something Daphne had let her take part in before, even, and yet even to this day, Pansy still found it hard to believe that the cum-drunk whore gagging on that fuckpillar used to be Harry Potter. 

'Ehh. She's much better this way anyway. This was obviously who she truly is, the little Gryffinwhore.' Pansy thought, briefly. 

“How are you?” Daphne asked, as if Rose wasn't gargling on her dick. 

“I'm fine. Anyway, you asked me to come over?...”

The Greengrass heiress smirked. “Yes. I thought we could catch up. Have some fun.”

Pansy rose an eyebrow. “Fun?...” Her eyes flicked to Rose before looking back at her friend.

Daphne smirked. “Indeed. And also...” she whistled.

Pansy had seen Lily Potter before, both in pictures growing up, and the odd time when she came to Hogwarts to visit Potter. She had always thought the older woman had been pretty, especially for a mudblood, but now – now, she was a living fertility goddess. 

Pansy's eyes were wide, and she couldn't help but lick her lips at the sight of her; the older woman looked utterly delectable. Except for an incredibly sexy pair fishnet stockings that came up to her mid thigh, and red high heels, she was utterly naked. Admittedly, Pansy's lecherous gaze was immediately drawn to her upper body, however. Her face was as beautiful as ever, though her lips seemed to have grown a bit, her eyes shining with lust, and as she swallowed harshly at the sight of her daughter sucking her mistress, Pansy noticed a black choker wrapped around her neck, with the letters 'DG' in the centre of the adornment. Her buxom tits had ballooned into utterly colossal mountains of breastmeat, each pink nipple pierced with golden hoops that all but begged to pulled on, in Pansy's opinion. The reason for her new fuckpillows was obvious – the way her stomach had bulged outward in an obvious display of pregnancy. This too, however, only drew attention the glowing tattoo of the Greengrass house crest that lay just above the older woman's womb, showing all just who owned the Lady Potter. 

Daphne clicked her teeth. “She's all yours, darling.” 

Pansy kept staring at the gorgeous woman, before flicking a look at Daphne, seeing her lecherous, victorious smirk. The Parkinson heiress laughed, shaking her head at her friend fondly, before pulling her skirt up and vanishing her lacy underwear. She clicked her fingers, causing the red head to stumble over to her, those darkening green eyes locked on Pansy's pink folds with a hungry fervour in them.  

Just as she reached the younger woman, Pansy reached out a hand, and Lily stopped. One hand cupped Lily's face, her fingers lightly tracing those plumped-up lips, before tracing down, both hands squeezing one fat tit, kneading them. Lily bit her lip at the sensation, her eyes fluttering, before Pansy tugged on the piercings in her nipples, pulling them harshly as she yanked the older Potter down onto her knees, a devious smile across her lips. 

“Ahhh-ohhh!” Lily moaned, landing on her knees, the stinging pain from her nipples lasting for bare moments before it turned into pleasure, her cunt clenching at the treatment. She groaned once more when Pansy grabbed her red locks and tugged her head towards her glistening slit. “Get licking, slut.” Pansy commanded imperiously.

Lily simply mewled, her eyes focussed on those puffy pink folds in front of her, diving in and lapping away greedily. Pansy groaned above her, a sigh of gratification, as Daphne simply laughed. “She's good, isn't she? A good little cum-dump.” Daphne asked. 

Pansy nodded in agreement, before striking up a conversation with the blonde. As the two friends and ladies of high standing continued to talk, Daphne's two fuck-sluts worked with wanton ardour, slobbering and sucking away with a single-minded intent, both of them relishing in the euphoric ecstasy they felt. Neither of them heard the voices of Tracey Davis and Astoria Greengrass greeting Daphne and Pansy, they both only squealed when they felt hands upon their arses, smacking and palming them.  
  
And through it all, Daphne Greengrass just smiled, smug and victorious.   

   
