Loser Cums First

Daphne gasped, her eyes widening in the mirror as she watched her own body react to the invasion. The pheromones were taking over, making her crave every inch of the brunette's cock. "P-please," she stuttered, her voice thick with need, "more...give me more..."

Hermione's smirk grew wider as she felt Daphne's walls clench around her. She knew she had her, and she was going to take full advantage of it. Her hand slid down the blonde's stomach, and she felt the wetness of Daphne's pussy juices coating her fingers. "So eager," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. "But I want to hear you say it. Say you want me to breed you, to fill you up with my Muggle-

born cum."

Daphne's body was on fire, her thoughts a jumble of pleasure and disbelief. But she knew what Hermione was after. "I...I want you to...to breed me," she gasped out, her voice barely recognizable. The humiliation was complete, but all she could feel was the **** need to be filled.

"How the mighty have fallen, but you still must cum for me Daphne or you'll get nothing" Hermione said, her breath filtering warmly into her ear.

Daphne's body was a live wire of need, and she couldn't hold back any longer. "I'll cum for you," she promised, her voice shaking. "Please... I'll cum for you Granger...fuck me!"

The words spurred Hermione into action, her hand reaching around to rub Daphne's clit with a frenzied rhythm. The blonde's hips jerked back to meet every thrust, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she felt herself building closer to the edge.

The loud slappy sounds echoed off the walls and cubicles, the rhythm increasing with every passing second. Hermione's hand worked Daphne's clit in perfect synchrony with her thrusts, the brunette's cock plunging in and out of the blonde's pussy with an almost brutal ****. Daphne's eyes rolled back in her head, her breathing erratic and ****.

On the other side, Hermione was slightly concerned that she too would cum before she had knotted Daphne. It didn't really matter, because Hermione could easily be ready to go again. But she preferred there to be no wasted motion. Daphne's pussy was just too sweet, far better than Tracey's who was a virgin and should've felt tighter than her blonde housemate.

Hermione hissed and groaned, trying to contain herself whilst still getting Daphne off. "No...no way... you're not making me cum early..." she whispered to herself.

Daphne felt the pressure of Hermione's hand, the way she pinched and rolled her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her entire body. It was as if the brunette knew exactly how to play her, like a finely tuned instrument. And Daphne was ready to perform, her orgasm building like a crescendo in a symphony.

When Hermione felt her shudder, she smirked in victory as well as low-key sighed in relief. She'd made it, she'd gotten Daphne off before busting herself too early. "Phew. Gotcha" she whispered into the blonde's ear, licking at the shell of it as the flow of Daphne's orgasmic contractions milked her.

Daphne's body went limp against the wall, her legs barely holding her up as the waves of pleasure washed over her. She had never felt anything so intense, so all-consuming. And she had never felt so...so owned. "Meeeerrrrllliiiiinn" she moaned out, her voice a **** cry for more.

With a dark chuckle, Hermione gave Daphne a slap to her firm arse, watching the red handprint immediately light her skin up. "Good girl," she praised, "you came for your new mistress. Your Muggle-born queen. The more superior woman, human and lover than you will ever be. What am I?"

Daphne's voice was weak but obedient. "You're...my queen," she murmured, her body still shaking from the intense orgasm. The words still tasted bitter in her mouth, so ingrained was her pureblood supremacy, but she couldn't deny the power that Hermione held over her. Mudblood or not, she had proven herself superior in the ways that mattered.