Next Round.

With a sudden surge of energy, Harry sat up, his muscles flexing. He leaned over, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead, then her nose, and finally her lips. The kiss grew more urgent as their bodies responded to the newfound warmth. Their hands roamed over each other, exploring the contours of their soaked skin. Cho's breasts felt like heaven in Harry's palms, her nipples erect from the cold and the arousal.

The lean-to provided little protection from the storm's fury, but the warmth of their bodies and the passion between them was more than enough. Harry lay beside Cho, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. Despite the rain, they found comfort in the shared heat, their bodies fitting together like two puzzle pieces.

Cho's hand slid down Harry's torso, tracing the path of a rivulet of rainwater. She reached his cock, which had already begun to stir again. "Looks like you're eager for round two," she teased, her voice barely audible over the cacophony of the storm.

"Merlin's beard, I've got magic of my own," Harry quipped, his own hand reaching to caress her still-throbbing clit. The rain had washed away their earlier exertions, leaving them slick and ready for more. They kissed deeply, tasting each other in the rain as the lightning danced around them.

Cho's fingers wrapped around Harry's cock, stroking gently as she felt it swell in her grasp. Harry's eyes rolled back in pleasure, his breath hitching as she touched him. She knew exactly how to drive him wild, and she didn't hold back. The rain pounded on their shelter, but inside, they were in a world of their own.

With a grin, Harry pulled away from their kiss and took hold of her wrist. "Allow me," he murmured, his voice a low growl. He took over the task, his thumb brushing her clit in slow, deliberate circles as his fingers delved into her pussy. The rainwater on her skin made her slick, allowing him to glide in and out with ease. Cho's moans grew louder, filling the space as Harry's touch grew more insistent.

The wind howled, bending the trees around their shelter, and the lightning grew closer, casting stark, white flashes across their entwined forms. It was as if the storm itself was egging them on, feeding off the electricity between them. Harry leaned down, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and teasing it to a peak as his hand worked its magic between her legs.

Cho's legs tightened around his hand, her hips rocking involuntarily as the pleasure mounted. Harry felt his own cock stiffen again, despite the chill in the air, and he knew they couldn't wait much longer. He positioned himself between her legs, the rainwater pooling around their feet, and pushed back inside her. The sensation was even more intense this time, the wetness of their bodies creating an incredible friction that sent sparks through both of them.

They moved together, the rhythm of their bodies matching the pulse of the storm outside. Harry's cock slammed into her over and over, the sound of their flesh slapping together echoing through the night. Cho's nails dug into his back, leaving red trails on his skin, and he could feel her tightening around him. The pressure was building inside him, his balls tightening, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer.

Cho's breath was hot against his ear, her words a **** chant. "Harder, Harry. Fuck me harder."

Her voice was a siren's call, urging him on as the storm raged above them. Harry's hips responded, driving into her with all the power he had. The rain was a constant drumbeat on their makeshift shelter, the only other sound their mingled gasps and grunts of pleasure. The dirt beneath them grew slicker with every thrust, turning their love-making into a slippery dance of desire.

Cho's eyes squeezed shut, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Harry watched her, her face a mask of passion, her body trembling with the **** of her impending climax. He knew that look, knew that she was close. He increased his pace, his own need for release becoming almost painful.

The lightning struck closer, illuminating their naked bodies in stark, stark white, casting their shadows on the muddy ground. Cho's eyes flew open, her pupils dilated with desire, and she met Harry's gaze. There was something almost feral in the way she looked at him, something that made his blood boil and his cock throb even more.

Their movements grew erratic, driven by the frenzied rhythm of the storm. Harry felt the tension coiling tighter in his balls, ready to be released in a torrent of pleasure. Cho's walls began to quiver around him, her pussy contracting as she reached the peak of her climax. Her nails raked down his back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, and she screamed his name to the heavens as she came, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave.

The sound of her pleasure pushed Harry over the edge, and with a roar that competed with the thunder, he emptied himself into her once more. The warmth of his cum spilled into the rain-drenched earth beneath them, mingling with the scents of the jungle. As they rode out the waves of their shared release, the storm seemed to pause, as if acknowledging the power of their union.

When their breathing had steadied, Harry leaned down to kiss her, his mouth gentle against hers, tasting the sweetness of their love. The rain continued to fall, but the intensity of the storm had lessened. They lay there, tangled in each other's arms, listening to the patter of rain on the leaves, their bodies slowly cooling in the post-coital embrace.

A) The next Day

B) Storm damages their shelter

C) Audience Reaction

D)Add.