Cassopeia first and then Pansy second

As Daphne melted against Harry's chest, her breaths coming in soft, ragged puffs, Harry eased her aside with a tender touch. She curled into the cool satin, a lazy smile curving her lips, her skin still flushed and dewy under the chandelier's warm glow. The room pulsed with the aftermath—a heady mix of musk and salt lingering in the air, the fire crackling like distant thunder. Harry's pulse thrummed stronger, his seven-inch length stirring again, slick and insistent, fuelled by that inner fire that knew no exhaustion.

Harry's gaze snapped to Cassiopeia, who knelt there with silver-blonde locks framing her sharp features, her chest rising in quick, shallow heaves. She caught her lower lip between her teeth, eyes dark with a storm of hunger and challenge, her thighs clenching subtly as if to trap the ache building within. "Ready for me, Harry?" she whispered, her voice a velvet blade, slicing through the haze.

With a feral grin splitting his face, Harry reached for her, fingers grazing the elegant curve of her jaw before pulling her down. She sprawled beneath Harry on her back, legs parting like silk unfolding, the bed creaking under their shift. Harry's palms skimmed her thighs, calluses rough against her smooth skin, thumbs circling inward until they brushed her slick loins. A gasp tore from her—a sharp, involuntary sound—as Harry's fingers delved in, testing, teasing. He traced the delicate folds, dipping shallow at first, then deeper, curling to stroke the sensitive ridges inside. Her wetness coated his digits, hot and inviting, as Harry pumped them slowly, thumb pressing against the swollen nub at her apex, rubbing in tight, insistent circles that made her hips jerk upward.

"Merlin, Harry... enough games," she hissed, her poise fracturing, hips bucking toward Harry in silent demand. Her hands clutched at the sheets, knuckles whitening, as the pressure built, a coil tightening low in her belly from his relentless touch.

Harry laughed, a low rumble that vibrated between them, his free hand sliding up to cup one of her breasts, kneading the soft mound while his thumb flicked over the hardened nipple. He leaned in, mouth capturing the other peak, tongue swirling around it before sucking hard, teeth grazing just enough to send a jolt through her. Cassiopeia's back arched off the bed, a whimper escaping as Harry's fingers quickened inside her, scissoring to stretch her further, preparing her for what came next. The slick sounds of his exploration filled the air, mingling with her ragged breaths and the distant pop of the fire.

Only when her pleas turned ****—"Please, Harry, now... I need you"—did Harry withdraw his hand, slick fingers trailing a glistening path up her stomach. He positioned himself, the blunt head of his cock nudging her entrance, rubbing back and forth to coat himself in her arousal. With one unhurried push, Harry sank in, her walls gripping Harry in a vice of wet fire. Inch by thick inch, he filled her, the stretch burning sweetly as her body adjusted to his girth, inner muscles fluttering around him like a heartbeat.

Her eyes flared wide, nails carving red trails down Harry's back as she arched, a moan spilling out like wine from an overturned glass. Harry paused when fully seated, savouring the tight heat enveloping him, his hands bracing on either side of her head as he stared down into her stormy eyes.

The pace began slow lyfor Harry, hips rocking in a deliberate grind, each stroke burying Harry deeper until she enveloped Harry fully—no, wait, he was already there, but now he pulled back almost completely before sliding in again, savouring the drag and clench. Cassiopeia writhed beneath him, her hair fanning across the pillows in moonlit tangles, breasts heaving with every thrust. Harry captured her wrists in one hand, pinning them overhead in his iron grip, the position arching her body further, offering her up to him completely.

"Deeper... make it feel so good," she gasped, commands fracturing into pleas, her legs wrapping around his waist to urge him on.

Harry obliged, angling his hips to hit that sensitive spot inside her with each plunge, the head of his cock brushing it repeatedly. The bed frame groaned under the building ****, sheets twisting as her body slid up with every impact. Sweat beaded on their skin, trickling down Harry's chest to drip onto hers, the salty trails glistening in the firelight. He released her wrists to grip her thighs instead, spreading them wider, lifting her hips off the mattress for a deeper angle that made her cry out sharply.

Pansy leaned in from the sidelines, her dark eyes devouring the scene, fingers tracing lazy swirls on Daphne's thigh. The blonde stirred, propping herself up with a drowsy nod, their shared glances electric with vicarious thrill.

"She's taking it so well," Pansy murmured, her voice thick with envy, as she watched Cassiopeia's face contort in pleasure.

Skin slapped in a frantic way as Harry's rhythm surged, the deliberate grinds giving way to powerful, piston-like thrusts that shook the four-poster bed. Cassiopeia's cries built to a crescendo—raw, unrestrained echoes bouncing off the gilded walls, words dissolving into incoherent gasps and moans. Harry bent low, claiming her mouth in a bruising kiss, tongues clashing fiercely as he tasted her desperation. His hand slipped between them, fingers finding her clit again, rubbing in time with his thrusts, the dual **** pushing her higher.

She shattered then, body convulsing in waves, legs locking around Harry like vines, pulling Harry into the vortex. Her walls clamped down rhythmically, squeezing him in pulsing grips that bordered on pain, her nails digging into his shoulders as a scream tore from her throat. The intensity rippled through her, toes curling, vision blurring at the edges as wave after wave crashed over her.

That pull dragged Harry under; the tight, milking contractions proved too much. With a primal snarl, Harry drove in one last time, burying himself to the hilt and holding there, flooding her depths in hot, thick pulses that extended her bliss. Rope after rope spilled into her, his body shuddering with each release, hips grinding in small circles to prolong the sensation. They collapsed in a tangle, her breaths fanning Harry's neck, features softened to something almost fragile, tears of overwhelming pleasure pricking at the corners of her eyes.

"That... you broke me in the best way," she murmured, voice husky and spent, her hands weakly stroking his back as aftershocks trembled through them both. Harry lingered inside her a moment longer, feeling the warmth of their combined releases, before slowly withdrawing with a wet sound that made her whimper.

The fire in Harry roared on without pause. Harry disentangled gently, pressing a kiss to her damp forehead, then turned to last female.

Pansy's dark eyes locked onto Harry's, a predatory gleam cutting through the room's hazy glow. She crawled forward on hands and knees, her body a sleek shadow against the rumpled emerald sheets, wild curls bouncing with each deliberate prowl. The air thickened around them, charged with the remnants of earlier passions—the sharp tang of sweat, the low crackle of the fireplace casting flickering gold across her skin.

"Finally, Harry," she purred, voice dripping with raw need.

"I've been aching, watching you take them apart. My turn to ride this storm."

Harry's breath caught as she reached him, her fingers trailing fire up his thighs. He sat up slightly, muscles coiling under his skin, that endless energy surging like a tide. With a swift motion, Pansy swung her leg over, straddling him in one bold claim. She ground down slow at first, teasing circles that pressed her slick heat against his hardening length, drawing a hiss from his lips. The friction sparked lightning along his nerves, his hands instinctively rising to grip her waist, thumbs pressing into the soft give of her hips.

Her laugh echoed low and throaty, hands splaying across his chest to map the hard ridges of his abs, nails scraping just enough to leave faint red lines. "Feel that, Harry? You've got me soaked already." She leaned in, breath hot against his ear, before straightening to roll her hips again, building the tease into something urgent.

No more games—Harry seized control, fingers digging deeper into her flesh as he lifted her slightly, guiding her down onto him. She sank in one fluid plunge, her warmth enveloping him completely, walls clenching in a vice that made stars burst behind his eyes. Pansy's head tipped back, a gasp tearing free, her body arching as she adjusted to the full stretch of his seven-inch cock.

"Fuck, yes," she breathed, starting to move without pause, bounces fierce and unrelenting from the start.

The room filled with the wet, rhythmic slap of skin on skin, her breasts swaying in hypnotic rhythm, nipples pebbled and begging for attention. Harry surged up to meet her, thrusts powerful and timed to her descent, hands sliding up to cup her curves. He pinched and rolled her peaks between his fingers, watching them stiffen under his touch, eliciting sharper moans from her throat.

She rode him like unleashed fury, hips swivelling in wild, chaotic arcs that blurred where one ended, and the other began. Moans poured out—loud, shameless, woven with dirty pleas:

"Harder, Harry... wreck me... just like that."

Her nails raked his shoulders now, gouging deeper as she chased the building heat, pace hitting a fevered frenzy.

Daphne and Cassiopeia watched from the bed's edge, propped on elbows, their bodies still thrumming with aftershocks. Smirks played on their lips, eyes wide with shared heat. "Look at her go," Daphne murmured, voice soft and awed. Cassiopeia nodded, leaning closer. "She's devouring him whole—won't stop till she's shattered."

Pansy's grinding turned ****, every downward slam pulling guttural sounds from them both.

"Right there—fuck, Harry, don't slow down!"

The coil inside her snapped; she clenched around him in violent, shuddering waves, milking him relentlessly. Harry bucked up hard, spilling deep inside her with a roar that shook the air, their releases crashing together in a blinding peak.

She collapsed forward in a sweaty tangle, folding onto his chest, breaths syncing in ragged harmony. For a moment, the world narrowed to their heaving forms, the other two girls shifting closer to entwine limbs in the aftermath. The four lay amid the chaos of sheets, the Room's magic humming like a lullaby, flames dancing in the hearth as watchful sentinels.