Chapter 16

The next day, anticipation builds within you as you watch Lyra act normally with Daphne. The two girls sit together at breakfast, chatting and laughing as if nothing has changed. Lyra's performance is flawless, not a single hint of her new subservience to you showing through her facade. Meanwhile, the Potter sisters, acting on your orders, keep Harry occupied and away from Daphne.

The day passes, each minute dragging by as you await the culmination of your plan. As the hours tick by, your anticipation only grows, a heady mix of excitement and dark satisfaction building within you.

Finally, the moment arrives. It's past midnight, and the castle is silent, its inhabitants lost in the depths of sleep. You stand in the Slytherin common room, the soft glow of the dying embers in the fireplace casting flickering shadows across your face.

You see Lyra descending from the female dorms, her movements silent and cat-like in the dim light. As she approaches you, her amethyst eyes glint with a dark satisfaction, a secretive smile on her lips. "Daphne is asleep," she whispers, her voice barely audible even in the silence of the night. "She didn't stir at all when I checked."

Lyra takes your hand, her slim fingers intertwining with yours as she guides you up the winding staircase to the girls' dorms. Your heart races with anticipation, each step bringing you closer to your goal.

The dormitory is quiet, the only sound the soft snoring of some of the sleeping girls. Lyra leads you to the room she shares with Daphne, pushing open the heavy wooden door with a soft creak.

Daphne lies on her bed, her golden hair fanned out across her pillow, her face peaceful in slumber. The silken sheets are draped over her body, hinting at the curves beneath. Lyra turns to you, her amethyst eyes glinting in the candlelight. "She's ready," she whispers, a dark promise in her voice.

You approach Daphne's bedside, your eyes roaming over her sleeping form. Her golden hair gleams, her face soft and peaceful in slumber. The silken sheets draped over her body hint at the curves beneath, the rise and fall of her breasts with each breath.

"You're wasted on Potter, Daphne," you mutter to yourself, your voice a low growl in the stillness of the room. Your hands clench into fists at your sides, a dark possessiveness rising within you.

As you stand over her, you can't help but imagine what it would be like to have her beneath you, her body responding to your every touch, her eyes filled with the same devotion and submission that Lyra now shows you. The thought sends a thrill of anticipation through you, your heart racing with the promise of what's to come.

You reach into your robes, your fingers closing around the cool, smooth glass of the vial containing the potion. Pulling it out, you hold it up to the candlelight, watching as the liquid within glimmers with an otherworldly sheen.

Leaning over Daphne, you gently brush a strand of golden hair from her face, your fingertips lingering on the softness of her cheek. With your other hand, you carefully tip the vial, allowing the potion to flow into her parted lips.

Daphne swallows reflexively in her sleep, her throat working as she unconsciously drinks the potion. You watch, mesmerized, as the liquid disappears into her mouth, the empty vial gleaming in the candlelight.

As the potion takes effect, you can see a subtle change come over Daphne. Her face gains a healthy blush, her body seeming to sink deeper into the mattress as the potion works its insidious magic.

You rub your thumb over Daphne's soft, parted lips, feeling the warmth and moisture of her breath. She moans softly in her sleep, a sound of **** pleasure that sends a shiver down your spine.

As you touch her, you can feel the effects of the potion beginning to take hold. Her skin seems to grow warmer, her cheeks flushing with a healthy glow. The rise and fall of her chest becomes more pronounced, her breasts straining against the silken sheets with each breath.

Daphne's body responds to your touch, her lips pursing gently against your thumb as if seeking more contact. The sight of her, so **** and responsive, sends a thrill of dark anticipation through you. Your heart races as you imagine all the ways you could take advantage of her in this state, your mind filling with images of her lithe, willing body beneath yours.

You feel Lyra's presence behind you, her body heat radiating against your back as she opens up your robe. Her slim fingers wrap around your cock, pulling it out from the confines of your underwear. She starts stroking it gently, her touch feather-light yet insistent.

Lyra leans in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, "Just imagine how good Daphne would look sucking it, Draco." Her voice is a seductive purr, her breath hot against your skin. "Her pretty lips stretched around your cock, those big blue eyes looking up at you with worship..."

As Lyra continues to stroke you, her words paint a vivid picture in your mind. You can almost see Daphne on her knees before you, her golden hair cascading down her back, her pouty lips wrapped around your shaft. The thought of her submission, of having her completely under your control, sends a shudder of desire through you.

Lyra edges you forward, her hand on your lower back guiding you closer to the sleeping Daphne. With her other hand, she takes your cock, rubbing the tip against Daphne's soft, parted lips.

The sensation of Daphne's warm breath against your sensitive skin sends a jolt of pleasure through you. Your cock twitches, a bead of precum forming at the tip and smearing against her lips. Lyra rubs you against Daphne's mouth, the friction and the taboo nature of the act making your heart race.

Daphne stirs slightly in her sleep, her lips pursing unconsciously against your cock. The sight of her, so ****, responding to your touch even in her dreams, fills you with a dark sense of power and anticipation. Your breathing quickens, your eyes locked on the erotic tableau before you.

Lyra pushes the head of your cock past Daphne's soft lips, guiding it into the warm, wet heat of her mouth. She holds it there, your shaft pulsing against Daphne's tongue as she instinctively starts to suckle in her sleep.

The feeling of Daphne's mouth around you, even ****, is incredible. Her tongue is soft and slick against your sensitive skin, her lips applying just the right amount of pressure. Lyra holds your cock in place, her hand wrapped around the base, as Daphne's instincts take over.

You can see Daphne's cheeks hollowing out slightly as she sucks, her blonde lashes fluttering against her cheeks. The sight of her, so innocent and yet so wanton, is intoxicating. Your breathing quickens, your hips twitching with the effort to stay still, to not thrust into the inviting heat of her mouth.

Lyra continues to stroke your cock, her hand moving in a steady rhythm as Daphne unconsciously licks and suckles at the head. Daphne's tongue darts out, lapping at the beads of pre-cum that form at the tip, her lips forming a seal around your sensitive skin.

The sight of Daphne servicing you in her sleep, her tongue swirling around your cockhead, is incredibly erotic. You can feel the warmth and wetness of her mouth, the gentle suction she applies, as if she's trying to draw out more of your essence. Lyra's stroking adds another layer of sensation, her hand sliding up and down your shaft in time with Daphne's ministrations.

You watch, transfixed, as Daphne remains asleep, her plush lips wrapped around your cockhead, suckling gently. The sight of her servicing you so innocently, so unknowingly, sends a thrill of dark pleasure through you.

As if the scene couldn't get any more erotic, Lyra sinks to her knees beside you. She leans in, her tongue darting out to lick at your balls, lapping at the sensitive skin. Her hand continues to stroke your shaft, her slim fingers sliding up and down in a hypnotizing rhythm.

The dual sensations of Lyra's mouth on your balls and Daphne's suckling on your cockhead are incredible. You can feel your orgasm building, your balls tightening, as these two beautiful witches pleasure you. Taking advantage of Daphne's **** state only heightens your arousal.

The dual sensations of Lyra's mouth on your balls and Daphne's suckling on your cockhead push you over the edge. Your orgasm builds rapidly, a tingling sensation starting at the base of your spine and spreading throughout your body.

With a guttural moan, you erupt, your cock pulsing as you ejaculate into Daphne's warm, wet mouth. Your semen spills over her tongue, filling her mouth with your seed. Instinctively, Daphne starts to swallow, her throat working as she unconsciously ingests your cum.

The sight of her, so innocent and yet so debased, is incredibly erotic. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks, her throat convulsing with each swallow. You can feel the muscles of her milking you for every last drop of semen. You watch, transfixed, as Daphne continues to suckle, her mouth working reflexively. Her eyes are closed, her expression almost peaceful, belying the obscene act she's committing. Lyra pulls back, a wicked grin on her face as she watches Daphne swallow your cum.

As the last pulses of your orgasm fade away, you feel a sense of dark satisfaction. The knowledge that you've desecrated Daphne, used her in her most **** state, is a powerful aphrodisiac. You look down at her, your cock still nestled between her lips, and you can't help but imagine all the other ways you'll corrupt her.

With a final shudder, you pull out of Daphne's mouth, your cock sliding free with a lewd pop. A thin trail of cum leaks from her lips, a visual reminder of what just transpired.

Lyra moves forward, her eyes dark with lust as she leans in to kiss Daphne. Their lips meet, a soft, sensual caress that quickly deepens into something more. Lyra's tongue darts out, licking at Daphne's lips, tasting the remnants of your cum that linger there.

You watch, transfixed, as Lyra kisses Daphne with a hunger that borders on obscene. She sucks on Daphne's tongue, cleaning every last drop of your semen from her mouth. The sight of them together, sharing the evidence of your debauchery, sends a fresh wave of arousal through you.

Lyra pulls back, her lips shiny with saliva and cum. She licks them slowly, savoring the taste of you on her best friend's mouth. Her eyes meet yours, a wicked gleam in their depths, and she's fully aware of how erotic the tableau is.

You tuck your cock back into your pants, the sensitive flesh still tingling from the attention it received. Lyra pouts at you, her lower lip jutting out in an almost comical expression of disappointment. She glances at Daphne, still asleep and oblivious to what just transpired, and then back at you.

"I can't believe you're not going to fuck her," Lyra says, her voice taking on a wheedling tone. "Just imagine how tight her pussy would be, how she'd feel clenching around your cock as you pound into her."

You reach out and pet Lyra's head, running your fingers through her silky black hair. "Patience, my dear," you murmur, your voice low and soothing. "I want to take my time with her. Let the potion do its work, give her a day to let her corruption and subservience grow."

Lyra leans into your touch, her eyes fluttering closed as she savors the sensation of your fingers against her scalp. "I suppose you're right," she sighs, a hint of anticipation coloring her voice. "The wait will make it all the sweeter when you finally have her."

You continue to stroke Lyra's hair, the silky strands sliding through your fingers as you speak. "In the meantime, I need you to pay close attention to her," you instruct, your voice low and intense. "Gaslight her into thinking everything is normal, so she doesn't suspect anything while she's awake."

Lyra nods, her eyes gleaming with understanding. "Of course," she purrs, a wicked smile curving her lips. "I'll make sure she thinks everything is just as it should be. She'll never suspect a thing until it's far too late."

You nod in satisfaction, confident in Lyra's ability to manipulate Daphne. With her by your side, your plan to corrupt and control the Ice Queen of Slytherin is all but assured. You can already imagine the delights that await you, the debauched acts you'll engage in once Daphne is fully under your sway.

You release Lyra's hair and step back, your gaze flicking briefly to Daphne's sleeping form. "Get some sleep," you tell Lyra, your voice soft but commanding. "I'm heading back to my own room."

Lyra nods, a sly smile playing on her lips as she glances at Daphne. "Sweet dreams," she murmurs, her voice dripping with innuendo. Without waiting for a response, she turns and slips into her bed next to Daphne's. As you make your way back to your own quarters, your mind is filled with dark, delicious thoughts of what the future holds.

The potion is working its magic on Daphne, slowly twisting her mind and making her more susceptible to your influence. You just have to keep Potter away for a few days, and Daphne will be fully yours and able to pull the wool over his eyes herself.

The next day, as you move through the halls of Hogwarts, you catch Daphne staring at you when she thinks no one is looking. Her expression is complicated, with confusion, a little desire, and a trace of suspicion. Your heart races with anticipation, knowing that the potion is already starting to affect her.

Just as you think Daphne might act on her mixed feelings, Lyra appears at her side, pulling her attention away with a light smirk and chatter about some mundane topic. You watch as Daphne's suspicions are expertly deflected by Lyra's sarcastic demeanor, and you can't help but smile at how well your plan is working.

Lyra catches your eye over Daphne's shoulder and winks, a silent acknowledgment of the game you're both playing. You nod in approval, confident that Lyra will keep Daphne's suspicions at bay until the potion has fully taken hold.

You glance over to the Gryffindor table during breakfast, observing the Potter sisters expertly keeping Harry occupied. They're using his guilt about not spending enough time with them to their advantage, engaging him in animated conversation and talking about minor topics.

You spend the day going about your usual routine, attending classes and studying in the library. As the hours tick by, anticipation builds within you, a simmering excitement that grows with every passing minute.

Finally, midnight arrives, and you stand in the common room, your heart pounding. The room is quiet and still, all of your fellow students fast asleep in their beds.

You settle into an armchair, your eyes fixed on the entrance to the girls' dorm as you wait for Lyra to arrive. Your mind races with thoughts of what the night might bring. The minutes stretch on, each one feeling like an eternity. You shift restlessly in your seat, your cock twitching with anticipation.

You hear soft footsteps on the stairs, and your eyes snap to the entrance. Lyra appears, her lithe form moving with a sensual grace as she descends into the common room. Her amethyst eyes glint in the low light, and a wicked smile plays on her lips as she approaches you.

"Daphne's asleep," she murmurs, her voice low and sultry. "She's ready for you."

You feel a surge of anticipation at her words, your cock twitching in response. You stand up, your movements slow and deliberate, and cross the room to meet Lyra. She watches you approach, her eyes dark with desire, and you can see the rapid rise and fall of her chest beneath her silk robes.

"Excellent," you purr, reaching out to trail a finger along her jawline. "You did well today, keeping Daphne distracted all day couldn't have been easy."

Lyra shivers at your touch, her eyes fluttering closed as she leans into your caress. "You have no idea," she breathes, her voice thick with desire. "It took everything I had not to touch her, not to run my hands over her body and taste her skin."

You chuckle darkly, your finger tracing the curve of her neck. "Patience, Lyra," you remind her, your voice low and seductive. "Soon, you'll have all the time in the world to explore every inch of her. For now, let's go give her the second dose."

Lyra nods eagerly, her eyes snapping open to meet yours. You take her hand, lacing your fingers with hers, and lead her towards the stairs to the dormitories. Your heart pounds with anticipation, your cock straining against your underwear as you climb the steps, each one bringing you closer to Daphne and the fulfillment of your darkest desires.

You step into Daphne's room, your eyes immediately drawn to her sleeping form on the bed. She looks peaceful, her blonde hair fanned out across the pillow and her chest rising and falling with each breath. You feel a surge of dark desire as you approach her, your hand reaching into your robes to pull out a vial of the shimmering corruption potion.

You glance over at Lyra, who is watching you with a mixture of anticipation and hunger. Her amethyst eyes are dark with desire, and you can see her nipples straining against the silk of her nightwear. She licks her lips, her tongue darting out to wet them, and you can practically feel the heat radiating off her body.

You pause for a moment, the vial of potion in hand, and take in the scene before you. The room seems hotter than it was yesterday, the air thick and heavy with heat that makes your skin prickle. Your eyes are drawn to Daphne's sleeping form, and you realize with a start that she's nude under the blanket, her bare body exposed and ****.

You glance over at Lyra, raising an eyebrow in silent question. She smirks, a smug expression on her face as she shrugs. "An increase in the room's temperature, and it was easy to convince her to sleep naked," she explains, her voice low and sultry. "No pesky clothes to get in the way." You nod approvingly, a dark chuckle escaping your lips as you approach Daphne's bedside. You gently pull back the blanket and can't help but drink in the sight of her bare body, her breasts rising and falling with each breath, her rosy nipples begging to be sucked. Your eyes trace the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips, and the smooth expanse of her thighs, parted ever so slightly in her slumber.

Lyra comes to stand beside you, her own eyes roaming hungrily over Daphne's form. She reaches out, her fingers trailing lightly over Daphne's collarbone, tracing the curve of her breast. Daphne stirs slightly at the touch, a soft moan escaping her lips as she arches into Lyra's caress.

You uncork the vial of shimmering potion, the liquid glinting in the low light of the room. You gently slide your hand beneath Daphne's head, lifting it slightly as you bring the vial to her lips. Lyra watches with rapt attention, her eyes dark with desire, as you carefully pour the potion into Daphne's mouth.

Daphne swallows reflexively, the motion of her throat working as she drinks the shimmering liquid. You watch as the potion takes effect almost immediately, a soft flush spreading across her chest and creeping up her neck. Her breathing becomes shallower, her chest rising and falling more rapidly, and you can see her nipples hardening into tight peaks.

You set the empty vial aside, your eyes never leaving Daphne's face as you watch for any signs of waking. Lyra leans in closer, her own breathing quickening as she takes in the sight of Daphne's arousal.

Lyra leans in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, "You don't have to be gentle with her, you know. She's already fucked Harry."

Her words send a surge of anger through you, a possessive rage that clouds your vision for a moment. Your hands clench into fists at your sides, your nails digging into your palms as you fight to control your emotions.

Lyra seems to sense your turmoil, her hand coming up to rest on your chest as she looks up at you with a wicked gleam in her eyes. "Don't worry," she purrs, her voice low and seductive. "Soon, she'll forget all about him. She'll be yours, body and soul."

You take a deep breath, letting Lyra's words wash over you as you focus on the task at hand. The anger fades, replaced by a cold determination as you look down at Daphne's prone form.

You reach out, your hands trembling slightly with anticipation as you cup Daphne's breasts in your palms. Your thumbs brush over her hardened nipples, teasing the sensitive peaks with gentle strokes. You watch as her body responds to your touch, her back arching slightly off the bed as a soft moan escapes her lips.

"Daphne," you murmur, your voice low and seductive as you lean in close to her ear. "I'm going to wipe every thought of Harry from your mind. You'll forget his every touch, forget everything but me and the pleasure I can give you."

As if in response to your words, Daphne's body shudders, her hips twitching as she unconsciously seeks more of your touch. You smile darkly, your hands moving lower to trail along the smooth skin of her stomach, your fingers dipping teasingly into her navel before continuing their downward path. You continue your exploration of Daphne's body, your fingers grazing the soft skin of her inner thighs. You can feel the heat radiating from her core, the scent of her arousal filling the air. Lyra watches with rapt attention, her hand sneaking beneath her nightwear to touch herself as she witnesses your seduction of Daphne.

"Daphne," you whisper again, your voice thick with desire. "I'm going to make you mine, completely and utterly. You'll crave my touch, my taste, my cock filling you until you can't think of anything else."

Your fingers brush against the damp curls at the apex of her thighs, teasing the sensitive flesh there. Daphne moans softly, her hips bucking upwards as she seeks more friction. You oblige, parting her folds with your fingers and rubbing her clit in slow, sensual circles.

You lean in closer, your lips hovering just above Daphne's as you continue to stroke her most sensitive flesh. You can feel her breath mingling with yours, hot and heavy with desire, and you can't resist any longer. You capture her lips with your own, kissing her deeply as you slip a finger inside her tight, wet heat.

Daphne's pussy clenches around your finger, her inner muscles fluttering as she moans into your mouth. You swallow the sound, your tongue delving into the slick heat of her mouth to taste her fully. Your finger pumps in and out of her slowly, your thumb rubbing circles around her clit as you work her into a frenzy.

You can feel Lyra's eyes on you, watching your every move with a hungry expression. Her hand is moving beneath her nightwear, her fingers no doubt buried deep in her pussy as she watches you corrupt Daphne.

You increase the pace of your finger thrusting into Daphne's tight, slick pussy. Her wetness coats your finger, allowing you to slide in and out with ease as you curl your digit to stroke her sensitive inner walls. Daphne's moans grow louder, her hips bucking wildly as she chases her climax.

Your thumb presses down on her swollen clit, rubbing furious circles over the sensitive nub as you feel her inner muscles begin to clench rhythmically. Daphne's orgasm crashes over her, her pussy spasming around your finger as she cries out in ecstasy, her voice echoing off the stone walls of the dormitory. You continue fingering her through her climax, prolonging her pleasure until she collapses back onto the bed, her body shuddering with aftershocks.

Lyra's breathing is heavy, her eyes dark with lust as she watches you withdraw your glistening finger from Daphne's dripping pussy.

Lyra moves closer to you, her eyes locked on your glistening fingers coated with Daphne's arousal. She licks her lips, her pink tongue darting out to moisten them as she reaches for your hand. Her slender fingers wrap around your wrist, guiding your fingers towards her mouth.

She parts her lips, the warmth of her breath ghosting over your skin as she takes your fingers into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around them, lapping up Daphne's juices with enthusiasm. She hollows her cheeks, sucking your fingers clean with a lewd slurping sound that sends a jolt of lust straight to your groin.

Lyra's eyes meet yours as she releases your fingers with a pop, a wicked smirk playing on her lips. "Mmm," she hums, her voice thick with desire. "Daphne tastes delicious. I can't wait to taste more."

You rise from the bed, your eyes never leaving Daphne's naked, sated form as you begin to strip off your clothing. Your robes fall to the floor in a heap, quickly followed by your underwear, leaving you completely bare, your skin flushed with arousal and the chill of the dungeon air.

You kneel on the bed, the soft mattress dipping beneath your weight as you position yourself between Daphne's spread legs. Your hands skim up her inner thighs, pushing them wider to accommodate your hips. Your eyes rove over her body, drinking in the sight of her flushed skin, her heaving breasts tipped with rosy nipples, and the glistening pink petals of her pussy.

You feel Lyra's presence beside you, her own naked body pressing against your side as she leans in to whisper in your ear. "Take her," she urges, her voice low and seductive. "Make her yours in every way possible."

You grip your hard cock, stroking it slowly as you guide it to Daphne's entrance. The tip nudges against her slick folds, parting them easily as you push forward. You sink into her inch by inch, her tight heat enveloping you like a glove as you bury yourself to the hilt.

Daphne moans softly in her sleep, her body responding instinctively to your invasion. Her pussy clenches around your cock, fluttering with aftershocks of her previous orgasm. You grit your teeth, fighting back the urge to thrust wildly into her, to claim her hard and fast.

Instead, you move slowly, rocking your hips in a gentle rhythm that has you sliding nearly all the way out before pushing back in to the hilt. Daphne's body moves with you, her hips rising to meet your thrusts as if seeking more of your touch.

You lean down, capturing Daphne's lips in a searing kiss as you continue to move within her. Your tongue delves into her mouth, tasting the sweetness of her breath as you swallow her soft moans. Your hips roll in a steady, gentle rhythm, your cock sliding in and out of her slick pussy with ease.

Lyra watches from beside you, her eyes dark with lust as she takes in the erotic sight of you fucking Daphne. Her hand moves frantically between her legs, her fingers working her clit as she brings herself closer to orgasm with each passing moment.

You can feel the tension building in your own body, your balls drawing up tight against your body as you near your climax. Daphne's pussy clenches around you, her inner muscles fluttering as she nears another orgasm. You reach between your bodies, your fingers finding her clit and rubbing circles around the sensitive nub in time with your thrusts. Daphne's body tenses beneath you, her back arching off the bed as she comes undone around your cock. Her pussy spasms, clenching you like a vice as she cries out into your mouth, her orgasm triggering your own. You groan against her lips, your hips jerking erratically as you spill your seed deep inside her, filling her with your cum.

Lyra reaches her own peak beside you, her body shuddering with the **** of her climax as she watches you fill Daphne with your essence. She collapses against your side, her chest heaving with exertion as she struggles to catch her breath.

You continue to move within Daphne, your cock still hard even after your orgasm. You fuck her through the aftershocks of her climax, your hips snapping against hers as you draw out her pleasure. You continue to thrust into Daphne's tight, clenching pussy, feeling the aftershocks of her intense orgasm milking your still-hard cock. Her slick walls grip you like a vice, coating your shaft with her juices as you slide in and out of her heat. Your hips slap against hers, the sound mixing with Lyra's heavy breathing beside you.

Daphne moans softly into your mouth, her tongue tangling with yours as you swallow her sounds of pleasure. Her hands come up to grip your shoulders, her nails digging into your skin as she holds onto you for dear life. You can feel the wetness of your mixed releases leaking out around your cock, trickling down to coat your balls with the evidence of your coupling.

Lyra recovers from her climax, her hand still resting on her sensitive pussy as she watches you fuck Daphne with renewed vigor.

You continue to thrust into Daphne's tight, clenching pussy, feeling the aftershocks of her intense orgasm milking your still-hard cock. Her slick walls grip you like a vice, coating your shaft with her juices as you slide in and out of her heat. Your hips slap against hers, the sound mixing with Lyra's heavy breathing beside you.

Daphne begins to stir beneath you, her eyes fluttering open as she slowly regains consciousness. She blinks up at you, confusion and desire warring in her bleary gaze as she becomes aware of your cock buried deep inside her.

"Wha-What's going on?" she mumbles drowsily, her voice thick with sleep and arousal. "Draco? What are you doing?"

You silence her with a deep, searing kiss, your tongue delving into her mouth to tangle with hers.

You continue to move within Daphne, your cock sliding in and out of her slick pussy with ease. The second dose of the potion, combined with her drowsy state, has her believing that this is all just a dream. She moans softly, her hips moving to meet your thrusts as you fuck her slow and deep.

Lyra takes one of Daphne's hands in her own, lacing their fingers together in a show of support and comfort. She leans down to whisper in Daphne's ear, her voice low and soothing.

"It's okay, Daph," she murmurs, her breath ghosting over Daphne's flushed skin. "Just let it happen. Let Draco make you feel good."

Daphne whimpers, her body relaxing beneath you as she surrenders to the sensations coursing through her. Her pussy clenches around your cock, her inner muscles fluttering with each thrust. You feel a surge of triumph as Daphne surrenders to you, her body responding to your every touch. Your hips snap against hers, your cock plunging deep into her clenching pussy over and over again. The room fills with the erotic symphony of flesh slapping against flesh, mixed with the breathy moans and whimpers escaping Daphne's kiss-swollen lips.

Lyra continues to hold Daphne's hand, her other hand snaking down to rub circles over Daphne's clit in time with your thrusts. Daphne's back arches off the bed, her breasts pressing against your chest as she seeks more of your touch.

"Please," she whimpers, her eyes glazed with lust and need. "More, Draco. I need more."

You oblige, your hips slamming into hers with renewed ****. You continue to thrust into Daphne's eager body, your cock pounding into her clenching pussy with relentless ****. The room is filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, mixed with Daphne's breathy moans and Lyra's encouraging whispers.

You can feel the tension building in your body once more, your balls drawing up tight against your body as you near another climax. Daphne's pussy clenches around you, her inner muscles fluttering as she nears her peak.

Lyra's fingers work Daphne's clit furiously, the combined stimulation of your cock and her fingers pushing Daphne closer and closer to the edge. With a final thrust, you bury yourself to the hilt inside Daphne's spasming pussy, your cock throbbing as you fill her with your cum. Daphne's body tenses beneath you, her back arching off the bed as she comes undone around your cock. You let out a groan, your hips jerking erratically as you spill your seed deep inside Daphne, filling her with your hot, sticky cum. The overwhelming pleasure is too much for Daphne, and she promptly passes out from the intensity of her climax, her body going limp beneath you as she slips into a deep, satisfied sleep.

Lyra looks up at you, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she takes in the sight of you buried to the hilt inside Daphne's spasming pussy.

"That was beautiful, seeing her come undone like that was breathtaking, Draco," she purrs, her voice thick with arousal and pride.

You can't help but smirk, feeling a surge of triumph as you look down at Daphne's sleeping form. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen from your kisses, and her body is covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

You slowly pull out of Daphne's well-used pussy, watching as your cum leaks out of her gaping hole in thick, creamy rivulets. The sight is incredibly erotic, and you can feel your cock twitch with interest despite having just come twice.

Lyra, ever the eager slut, moves between Daphne's spread thighs, her tongue darting out to lap at the mess you've made. She moans softly, savoring the taste of your mixed releases as she cleans Daphne's pussy with her tongue.

"Fuck, she tastes so good," Lyra groans, her voice thick with arousal as she looks up at you with lust-filled eyes. "I could eat her out for hours."

You watch, transfixed, as Lyra buries her face in Daphne's cum-soaked pussy, her tongue delving deep inside to lap up every last drop of your seed.

You move behind Lyra, your eyes roaming over her curves as you take in the sight of her on her hands and knees. Her pert ass is high in the air, her glistening pussy on full display as she continues to lap at Daphne's cum-soaked folds.

You grip your cock, giving it a few lazy strokes as you line up with Lyra's entrance. With a sharp thrust, you bury yourself to the hilt inside her dripping pussy, as you begin to fuck her with hard, deep strokes.

Lyra moans into Daphne's pussy, her tongue working double time as she struggles to focus on her task. The room fills with the erotic symphony of flesh slapping against flesh, mixed with Lyra's muffled moans and the wet squelching sound of her tongue fucking Daphne's hole. You continue to thrust into Lyra's clenching pussy, your hips slamming against her ass with each powerful stroke. Her body rocks forward with the **** of your thrusts, causing her to bury her face deeper into Daphne's cum-soaked folds.

Lyra's moans are muffled by Daphne's pussy, her tongue working overtime to lap up every last drop of your cum as you fuck her from behind. You can feel her inner muscles clenching around your cock, her slick walls gripping you like a vice as you pound into her.

Daphne remains blissfully unaware of the depraved act taking place between her thighs, her face a picture of peaceful repose as she sleeps through the erotic ordeal. The sight of Lyra servicing her in such a filthy manner sends a surge of lust coursing through your veins, and you find yourself fucking Lyra with renewed vigor.

You continue to thrust into Lyra's eager body, your cock pounding into her clenching pussy with relentless ****. With each powerful thrust, you raise your hand and bring it down on Lyra's pert ass, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing throughout the room.

Lyra yelps with each stinging slap, her body rocking forward and causing her to bury her face deeper into Daphne's cum-soaked folds. The combination of pain and pleasure is intoxicating, and you can feel Lyra's pussy clenching around your cock in response to the stimulation.

Your hips slam against Lyra's reddened ass, your cock plunging deep into her clenching pussy over and over again. The room fills with the erotic symphony of flesh slapping against flesh.

You continue to fuck Lyra with wild abandon, your cock pounding into her clenching pussy with brute ****. As you near your peak, you raise your hand and spit on your index finger, lubing it up before lining it up with Lyra's tight, puckered hole.

With a wicked grin, you shove your finger deep into Lyra's ass, feeling her tight ring of muscles clench around the intrusion. Lyra lets out a muffled scream, her body tensing beneath you as she's pushed over the edge by the added stimulation.

You can feel Lyra's pussy clenching around your cock, her inner muscles fluttering as she comes undone around you. The sight of her losing herself in the pleasure sends you hurtling towards your own climax, and with a final thrust, you bury yourself to the hilt inside Lyra's spasming pussy. Your cock throbs as you spill your seed deep inside her, filling her with your hot, sticky cum. Lyra's body milks your cock for all it's worth, her greedy pussy clenching around you as she rides out her climax.

As the last waves of your climax fade away, you slowly pull out of Lyra's well-used pussy, watching with satisfaction as your cum leaks out of her gaping hole in thick, creamy rivulets. Lyra collapses on top of Daphne, her body spent and sated from the intense fucking you just gave her.

You gently move Lyra to the side, her limp body sated and spent from the intense fucking. With a flick of your wand, you cast a cleaning spell, watching with satisfaction as the residue of sweat and cum disappears from their bodies, leaving them both pristine and clean.

Daphne's body lies before you, her naked form glistening in the dim light of the room. Her breasts rise and fall with each soft breath, her nipples still hard from the attention you showed them earlier. Her legs are spread wide, revealing her glistening pussy, swollen and well-used from the fucking she received.

Lyra lies beside her, her body equally exposed and ****. Her pert breasts heave with each breath, her nipples pebbled and erect. Her thighs spread and her pussy still fluttering from the aftershocks of her climax.

You retrieve a jar of soothing cream from your robes, the enchanted salve designed to heal bruises and ease aches. With gentle fingers, you begin to apply the cream to Daphne's body, starting with her inner thighs where the skin is reddened from the friction of your thrusts.

You massage the cream into her flesh, feeling the warmth of the magic working to heal her skin. As you work, you can't help but appreciate the way her body moves beneath your touch, her muscles relaxing as the cream does its job.

Next, you move to her hips, where your fingers had dug into her flesh as you pounded into her. The bruises fade before your eyes, the cream erasing any evidence of your rough treatment.

Finally, you apply the cream to her pussy, her swollen folds still sensitive from the fucking. You work the cream into her skin, your fingers slipping easily over her slick flesh. You watch as the cream does its work, soothing away any lingering discomfort from your passionate encounter. Daphne's pussy looks pristine once more, no signs of the intense fucking remaining.

With Daphne taken care of, you turn your attention to Lyra. Though she was an enthusiastic participant, her body still shows the signs of rough handling. You apply the cream to her reddened ass, soothing away the sting from your spankings. Her pussy and ass hole are next, the cream erasing any soreness from being so thoroughly used.

As you finish, you take a moment to appreciate the sight before you. Daphne and Lyra lie side by side, their naked bodies glistening in the dim light.

You rise from the bed, your body sated and relaxed from the intense encounter. As you move, you can feel the lingering ache in your muscles, a reminder of the passionate exertion you just experienced. You glance over at Lyra, who is stirring from her post-coital haze, her lithe form stretching languidly.

With a flick of your wand, you summon your clothes, the dark fabric sliding over your skin as you dress yourself. The soft material clings to your body, accentuating the lines of your muscles as you move.

Lyra rises from the bed, her naked form glistening in the dim light. She stretches, her pert breasts bouncing slightly with the motion. Her eyes meet yours, a sultry smile playing on her lips as she moves towards her bed. You watch as she slips beneath the covers, her body disappearing beneath the soft fabric.

You move towards Lyra's bed, her slender form nestled beneath the covers. As you approach, you can't help but appreciate the way the soft fabric clings to her curves, hinting at the lithe body beneath.

With gentle hands, you tuck the covers around her, the maternal gesture at odds with the depraved acts you just committed together. Your eyes meet hers, a silent communication passing between you as you lean in close.

"Keep an eye on Daphne tomorrow," you murmur, your voice low and intimate. "The second dose will make her less likely to be suspicious, but it's not a guarantee. We need to be careful."

Lyra nods, her eyes gleaming with understanding. "I'll watch her closely," she promises, her voice thick with sleep and satisfaction. "I won't let her suspect anything."

You smile, pleased with her dedication to the cause. "Good girl."

The next day, you make your way through the castle, your eyes scanning the crowds for any sign of Daphne or Lyra. As you turn a corner, you spot them, Daphne's golden blonde hair catching the light as she walks beside Lyra.

You can't help but smirk as you notice Daphne's behavior. She's trying, and failing, not to look at you. Her eyes keep darting in your direction, her gaze lingering on you for just a moment too long before she catches herself and looks away.

Lyra, ever the loyal servant, is keeping Daphne occupied. She's chattering away, her sarcastic quips and dark humour keeping Daphne's attention focused on her. But even with Lyra's efforts, Daphne can't seem to help herself from sneaking glances at you.

After classes, you manage to catch Daphne alone, cornering her in a secluded hallway. She looks around nervously, realizing there's nowhere to escape.

You step closer, looming over her. "Daphne," you purr, letting her name roll off your tongue. "Fancy running into you here."

You watch with amusement as Daphne tries to maintain her Ice Queen persona, her spine straightening and her chin lifting in a haughty gesture. But despite her best efforts, you can see the blush creeping along her neck, betraying her inner turmoil.

"I don't have time for your games, Malfoy," she says, her voice icy and dismissive. But there's a waver in her tone, a hint of uncertainty that wasn't there before.

You step closer, invading her personal space. You can see the pulse fluttering in her throat, the way her breasts rise and fall with each shallow breath. "Oh, but I think you do," you murmur, your voice low and seductive. "I think you're very interested in the games I have in mind."

Daphne's blush deepens, her cheeks turning a delightful shade of pink. You lift your hand, your fingers brushing against Daphne's cheek in a feather-light caress. Her skin is soft and warm beneath your touch, and you can feel the heat radiating from her blush. Slowly, deliberately, you lean down, your lips hovering just inches from hers.

You can feel the warmth of her breath against your skin, the rapid pants betraying her arousal. Your eyes lock with hers, holding her gaze as you tease her with the proximity of your lips. You can see the desire warring with defiance in her eyes, the battle between her mind and her body.

"You know Potter can't treat you the way you deserve," you murmur against her lips, your hand sliding down her neck and slipping beneath the fabric of her robes. Your fingers find the soft curve of her breast, caressing the sensitive flesh with a possessive touch.

Daphne shivers beneath your touch, her body responding instinctively to your caress. You can feel her nipple hardening against your palm, even through the thin fabric of her bra. "I... I don't know what you're talking about," she stammers, her voice breathy and unconvincing.

You chuckle darkly, your fingers giving her nipple a teasing pinch. "Don't play coy with me, Daphne," you purr, your lips brushing against hers with every word. "I know what you need. What you crave."

Your hand moves lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her skirt to cup her pussy through her panties. You lean in closer, your lips grazing the shell of Daphne's ear as you whisper, "Potter treats you like a delicate doll, all soft and gentle. But that's not what you really want, is it? You want a man who can dominate you, possess you completely."

Your fingers press against the damp fabric of her panties, feeling the heat of her arousal. "You want a man who can make you feel things you've never felt before," you continue, your voice low and seductive. "A man who can make you forget all about Potter and his tepid lovemaking."

Daphne shivers, her body responding to your words even as her mind rebels against them. "No... that's not true..." she protests weakly, but the breathy moan that escapes her lips betrays her true desires.

You smirk, hooking your fingers beneath the waistband of her panties and tugging them down her hips. "Your body doesn't lie, Daphne," you murmur, your fingers trailing over the smooth skin of her hips. "You crave the touch of a real man. Someone who knows how to make you tremble with need."

Daphne's breath hitches as your hand dips between her legs, your fingers sliding through her slick folds. "Potter could never satisfy you the way I can," you whisper, your fingers circling her sensitive clit. "He doesn't understand your deepest desires, your darkest fantasies."

She gasps, her hips bucking against your hand as you tease her mercilessly. "But I do, Daphne. I know exactly what you need." Your fingers plunge into her dripping heat, pumping in and out of her tight pussy as you lean in to claim her lips in a searing kiss.

Daphne melts against you, her body surrendering to your touch even as her mind fights against your influence. "No..." You cut off her protest with a deep, possessive kiss. Your tongue delves into her mouth, tasting her sweetness as your fingers continue to work her pussy. "Don't fight it, Daphne," you growl against her lips. "Give in to what your body craves."

Your thumb presses against her clit, rubbing the sensitive nub as your fingers curl inside her, stroking her inner walls. Daphne's moans are muffled by your kiss, her hips rocking against your hand as her body seeks the release it so desperately needs.

"Come for me, Daphne," you command, your voice low and demanding. "Let me feel your tight little pussy clench around my fingers."

Your words send her over the edge, and with a silent scream, Daphne's body convulses in your arms. Her pussy spasms around your fingers, coating them in her slick juices as she comes undone under your touch.

You withdraw your fingers from Daphne's pulsing pussy, the sticky evidence of her arousal glistening on your skin. With a smirk, you hold her gaze as you slowly, deliberately lick your fingers clean, savoring the taste of her desire.

"Mmm," you hum appreciatively, your tongue swirling around your fingers. "You taste divine, Daphne. Like the sweetest nectar."

Daphne's cheeks flush a deep red, her eyes wide and dazed as she watches you enjoy the fruits of your conquest. Her body is still trembling from the intensity of her climax, her legs unsteady beneath her.

With a final, lingering lick, you tuck your hand into your pocket, a self-satisfied grin playing on your lips. "You know where to find me if you want more," you murmur, your voice low and taunting. "I'll treat you like you deserve, Daphne." You leave her standing there, her body still quivering, as you turn and walk away without a backward glance. You can feel her eyes on your back, burning with a mixture of lust, confusion, and shame. A smirk tugs at your lips, knowing that you've planted the seeds of corruption deep within her mind and body.

As you make your way through the castle, your thoughts drift to the next phase of your plan. With Daphne teetering on the brink of surrender, it's only a matter of one more dose before she succumbs completely to your control. The thought fills you with a dark, exhilarating thrill.

You sit in the common room, anticipation simmering beneath your skin as you wait for Lyra to come and fetch you for the final dose of Daphne's corruption. The room is quiet, the flickering light from the fireplace casting dancing shadows across the walls.

Your eyes are fixed on the stairs to the girls' dorms, your body tense with expectation. You can feel the weight of the vial in your pocket, the promise of Daphne's complete surrender contained within the shimmering liquid.

As the minutes tick by, your mind wanders to the events of the past few days. The memory of Daphne's breathy moans and the slick heat of her pussy still lingers in your senses, making your cock twitch with arousal.

You shift in your seat, adjusting yourself discreetly as you imagine what the night has in store. With the final dose, Daphne will be yours completely, her mind and body enslaved to your every whim.

You see Lyra descending the stairs, her movements graceful and unhurried. As she approaches, you can't help but notice the way her body moves beneath her night robes, the sway of her hips and the gentle bounce of her breasts with each step.

"She's asleep," Lyra whispers, her voice low and conspiratorial as she comes to a stop before you. "Ready for her final dose."

You feel a surge of anticipation at her words, your cock twitching in response. You stand, your movements fluid and controlled, and follow Lyra up the stairs to the girls' dorms.

As you climb, your eyes are drawn to the way Lyra's ass moves beneath her robes, the silky fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin. You can feel your heart racing, your body thrumming with dark excitement as you draw closer to your goal.

You step into Daphne and Lyra's room, the warmth of the space enveloping you like an embrace. Your eyes are immediately drawn to Daphne's sleeping form, her body naked beneath the thin covers.

As you approach the bed, you can't help but appreciate the way the soft light plays across her skin, casting enticing shadows across her curves. The rise and fall of her breasts with each breath is hypnotic, and you feel your cock stirring in response.

Lyra moves to the other side of the bed, her movements silent and graceful as she pulls back the covers to reveal Daphne's nude form. You take a moment to drink in the sight of her, your eyes tracing the lines of her body with a possessive hunger.

You pull the vial from your pocket, the shimmering liquid within catching the light as you hold it up to inspect it. With a smirk, you uncork the vial and carefully tilt it over Daphne's parted lips, watching as the potion dribbles into her mouth and down her throat.

Once the last drop has been administered, you slip the empty vial back into your pocket and lean down. you gently wake her, though it takes a while, she is a deep sleeper, as you have previously experienced. Daphne's eyes flutter open, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she takes in the sight of you hovering above her.

You watch with dark satisfaction as the final dose of the potion takes effect, Daphne's eyes growing hazy with desire as the last of her resistance crumbles away.

"Draco," she breathes, her voice thick with want. You see the clear devotion in her eyes. Daphne is yours now, a puppet to be used and controlled at your whim. Your fingers trailing down her body to cup her breast. You squeeze the soft flesh, your thumb brushing over her stiff nipple. Daphne shivers beneath your touch, her body responding eagerly to your every caress.

You lean in close, your breath hot against Daphne's ear as you whisper, "How do you feel?" Your voice is low and commanding, leaving no room for defiance.

Daphne shivers at your words, her body instinctively pressing closer to you. When she speaks, her tone is a perfect blend of haughty confidence and subservient desire. "I feel... free," she purrs, her voice like silk. "As if my eyes have been open."

Her words send a thrill through you, your cock twitching in response to her eager submission. You can see the glint in her eyes, the unspoken challenge that while she will be the most obedient, the most devoted, she will also not sit back and be a wallflower for your lusts.

You watch with rapt attention as Daphne rises from the bed, her movements fluid and graceful despite the hunger in her eyes. She steps towards you, her hands reaching for the clasp of your robes with a knowing smile.

With practiced ease, she unfastens the clasp and pushes the heavy fabric from your shoulders, the robes pooling at your feet in a whisper of silk. Her fingers trail over your bare chest, tracing the lines of your muscles with a feather-light touch that sends shivers down your spine.

Daphne's hands move lower, her fingers hooking in the waistband of your underwear. With a tug, she pulls them down, freeing your hard cock from its confines. You step out of the pool of fabric, your body thrumming with anticipation as you stand before her, naked and aroused.

The sight of her, so wanton and eager, her breasts heaving with each breath, sends a surge of lust through you.

You watch, transfixed, as Daphne wraps her slender fingers around your cock, her grip firm and assured. She leans in, her tongue darting out to lick along the shaft, leaving a trail of wet heat in its wake. Your breath catches in your throat at the sensation, your hips jerking involuntarily.

From the corner of your eye, you see Lyra sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs kicking behind her as she leans forward to watch the scene unfold. Her eyes are bright with arousal, her lips parted as she takes in the sight of Daphne pleasuring you.

Daphne's tongue continues its exploration, tracing the veins along your shaft before circling the head of your cock. She looks up at you through her lashes, her eyes glinting with desire. Then, with a smile, she takes you into her mouth, her lips stretching around your girth as she begins to suck in earnest.

You feel Daphne's warm, wet mouth enveloping your cock, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. As she bobs her head up and down your shaft, you hear Lyra's voice, breathy and excited, providing commentary and egging Daphne on.

"Oh, she's taking you so deep," Lyra purrs, her eyes fixed on the sight of Daphne's mouth stretched around your girth. "Look at her go, Draco. She's loving every moment of it. Bet she wasn't this enthusiastic with Harry."

Daphne moans around your cock at Lyra's words, the vibrations sending shivers up your spine. You feel your balls tightening, your orgasm building as Daphne continues to work you with her mouth and tongue.

"Fuck, Daphne," you groan, your fingers tangling in her hair as you guide her movements. "That feels so good."

You watch with rapt attention as Daphne takes a deep breath, preparing herself. Then, with a determined glint in her eye, she relaxes her throat and takes you deep, your cock sliding past her lips and into the tight heat of her throat.

The feeling is incredible, her throat muscles constricting around you as she swallows, massaging your cock with every movement. You let out a guttural moan, your hips bucking involuntarily as you hit the back of her throat.

Daphne's eyes water at the intrusion, but she holds you there, her nose pressed against your pelvis as she breathes through her nose. You can feel her saliva dripping down your balls, the wet, slurping sounds filling the room as she works you with her throat.

"Fuck, yes," you groan, your fingers tightening in her hair as you guide her movements. "Take it all, you filthy little slut."

You continue to thrust into Daphne's willing throat, the wet heat engulfing your cock as she takes you deep. Lyra's voice cuts through the sounds of Daphne's slurping and gagging, her words spurring you on as you use Daphne's mouth for your pleasure.

"That's it, Draco," Lyra purrs, her eyes dark with lust as she watches you fuck Daphne's throat. "Make her take it all. She loves being used like this, don't you, Daphne?"

Daphne moans around your cock, the vibrations sending shivers up your spine. Her hands come up to grip your hips, her nails digging into your skin as she pulls you closer, urging you to fuck her throat harder.

You oblige, your hips snapping forward as you thrust into her mouth, your balls slapping against her chin with each movement.

You can feel your orgasm building, the tight heat of Daphne's throat pushing you closer and closer to the edge. With a final thrust, you bury yourself deep, your cock pulsing as you cum directly into her throat. Daphne swallows reflexively, taking every drop of your hot seed as you erupt in her mouth.

As you pull back, Daphne follows, her mouth releasing your sensitive cock. The last few spurts of your cum splash across her face, the thick white liquid stark against her flushed skin. She looks up at you, her eyes dark with lust and submission, your cum dripping down her chin as she licks her lips, savoring the taste of you on her tongue.

You watch, your cock still twitching from the aftershocks of your orgasm, as Lyra crawls off the bed and approaches Daphne. Her movements are sensual, almost feline, as she moves towards her friend, her eyes fixed on the streaks of cum decorating Daphne's face.

Lyra's tongue darts out, lapping at the sticky white fluid with delicate precision. She starts at Daphne's chin, her tongue tracing the curve of her jaw as she collects every drop of your seed. Daphne shivers at the sensation, her eyes fluttering closed as Lyra cleans her face with sensual thoroughness. As Lyra's tongue moves up to Daphne's cheek, her eyes meet yours, a wicked gleam in their depths.

You look at Daphne, your eyes narrowing as you recall a particular detail about her relationship with Potter. "Has Potter taken your anal virginity?" you ask, your voice low and dangerous.

Daphne's eyes widen at your question, a faint blush coloring her cheeks as she shakes her head. "No," she replies, her voice breathy with a mix of arousal and nervousness. "When he asked, I told him that hole was off limits. That I'd never let anyone do that to me."

You feel a surge of satisfaction at her words, a possessive thrill running through you at the knowledge that Potter has never had that part of her. You reach out, your hand tangling in her hair as you pull her close, your lips brushing against her ear. "Good," you purr, your breath hot against her skin. "That tight little ass is mine, and mine alone. I'll be the first and only one to fuck it."

You pull back from Daphne, your hand still fisted in her hair as you look down at her. Your eyes trail over her body, taking in the rise and fall of her chest, the way her nipples strain against the silk of her bra. You can see the desire in her eyes, the need that mirrors your own.

"Beg me," you command, your voice low and rough with arousal. "Beg me to take your ass, Daphne."

Daphne's eyes widen at your words, a shudder running through her body as she processes your demand. For a moment, she hesitates, not out of pride or disobedience but sheer pleasure that courses through her at the thought.

"Please," she whispers, her voice trembling with need. "Please, Draco, take my ass. I want you to be the first. I want you to own every part of me."

You release Daphne's hair and step back, your eyes never leaving hers as you issue your next command. "Get on the bed," you say, your voice thick with desire. "Face down, ass up."

Daphne's breath hitches at your words, her eyes darkening with lust as she scrambles to obey. She crawls onto the bed, her movements graceful and sensual despite her eagerness. Once she reaches the center of the mattress, she lowers her upper body, her face pressing against the silken sheets as she raises her hips, presenting her ass to you.

You take a moment to admire the view, your eyes trailing over the curve of her spine, the way her ass cheeks are spread, revealing the tight pink pucker of her asshole. You can see the glistening wetness of her pussy, the evidence of her arousal slick on her inner thighs.

You feel a surge of anticipation as you watch Lyra crawl onto the bed. She positions herself behind Daphne, her face mere inches from Daphne's exposed ass. Lyra looks up at you, a wicked smile on her face, before she leans in and runs her tongue over Daphne's tight pink pucker.

Daphne shudders at the sensation, a soft moan escaping her lips as Lyra continues to lick and tease her asshole. You watch, your cock twitching with arousal, as Lyra's tongue darts and swirls, preparing Daphne for your invasion.

As Lyra works, you reach for the vial of lube, your fingers slick with the viscous fluid as you coat your cock. You take your time, stroking yourself with slow, deliberate movements, your eyes never leaving the sight of Lyra's tongue on Daphne's ass.

You watch intently as Lyra's tongue continues its **** on Daphne's tight asshole. With each lick and swirl, you can see Daphne's body relaxing, her resistance melting away under Lyra's skilled ministrations.

Lyra's tongue pushes into Daphne's ass, the wet muscle penetrating the tight ring of muscle with ease. Daphne gasps at the sensation, her hands fisting in the sheets as Lyra's tongue fucks her ass with slow, deliberate strokes.

You can see Daphne's pussy twitching, the wetness coating her inner thighs glistening in the candlelight as she starts to enjoy the sensation of Lyra's tongue in her ass. Her hips rock back, seeking more, her moans growing louder with each thrust of Lyra's tongue.

You tap Lyra on the shoulder, signaling her to move aside. She obliges, her tongue reluctantly withdrawing from Daphne's ass as she makes room for you. You move behind Daphne, your eyes fixed on the glistening pink pucker of her asshole, now wet and relaxed from Lyra's attention.

You kneel on the bed, your cock hard and throbbing with anticipation. The lube on your shaft glistens in the candlelight, the slick fluid coating every inch of your impressive length. You position yourself behind Daphne, the head of your cock nudging against her wet hole.

Daphne shivers at the contact, her body tense with nervous anticipation. You run your hands over her hips, your fingers digging into her soft flesh as you steady yourself. With a slow, deliberate movement, you press forward, the head of your cock breaching the tight ring of muscle.

You push forward slowly, your cock sliding into Daphne's tight ass with a deliberate, controlled movement. The lube and Lyra's saliva provide ample lubrication, allowing you to sink deeper into her with each careful thrust. Daphne's ass is hot and tight around your cock, the sensation nearly overwhelming as you feel her muscles clench around you.

Daphne moans loudly, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly as she experiences a mix of pleasure and pain. Her hips push back against you, her body instinctively seeking more despite the discomfort. Lyra watches from the side, her eyes dark with lust as she takes in the sight of you claiming Daphne's ass.

Your hips meet Daphne's ass cheeks, your cock fully seated inside her. You pause for a moment, allowing her to adjust to the sensation of being so completely filled. Your hands stroke her hips and lower back, soothing her as you give her time to relax.

You turn to Lyra, your voice low and commanding as you issue your next instruction. "Why don't you give Daphne something to focus on?" you suggest, a smile playing on your lips.

Lyra's eyes light up at your words, a mischievous grin spreading across her face as she moves to sit in front of Daphne. She spreads her legs, revealing her glistening pussy, the pink folds already wet with arousal.

Lyra reaches out, her hands tangling in Daphne's hair as she guides her face towards her pussy. "Lick me, Daphne," she purrs, her voice thick with desire. "Make me feel good while Draco fucks your ass."

Daphne, eager to please, leans forward and runs her tongue over Lyra's pussy. Lyra moans softly, her hips rocking against Daphne's face as Daphne begins to lick and suck her clit.

You start to move your hips, gently at first, as Daphne's ass clenches around your cock. Each stroke is deliberate, allowing her to feel every inch of you as you slide in and out of her tight hole. Daphne moans against Lyra's pussy, the vibrations only adding to Lyra's pleasure as Daphne licks and sucks her clit.

Your thrusts become more forceful, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room as you fuck Daphne's ass. The sight of her, bent over and submissive, her face buried in Lyra's pussy, sends a surge of arousal through you. You can feel the tension building in your groin as you continue to thrust into Daphne's tight ass. The way her muscles clench around your cock, the sight of her eagerly pleasuring Lyra, the sound of their mixed moans and whimpers - it's all driving you closer to the edge.

Lyra reaches down, her hands tangling in Daphne's hair as she grinds her pussy against Daphne's face. "That's it, Daphne, good girl," she moans, her voice breathy and filled with desire.

Daphne responds enthusiastically, her tongue delving deeper into Lyra's pussy as she redoubles her efforts. Lyra's moans grow louder, her hips bucking wildly against Daphne's face. You can feel Daphne's ass tightening around your cock as she gets closer to her own orgasm, the sensation nearly pushing you over the edge.

You continue to thrust into Daphne's ass, your movements becoming more urgent as you feel your orgasm approaching. Daphne, meanwhile, works frantically at Lyra's pussy, her tongue lapping and probing with increasing intensity.

Lyra's moans reach a crescendo, her body tensing as she reaches her climax. "Fuck, Daphne, yes, don't stop!" she screams, her fingers tightening in Daphne's hair as she grinds her pussy hard against Daphne's face. With a final cry, Lyra's body shudders, her pussy convulsing as she ejaculates, her juices coating Daphne's chin and neck. Lyra falls back onto the bed, her chest heaving with exertion, a satisfied smile on her face.

You grip Daphne's hips tightly, your fingers digging into her soft flesh as you begin to fuck her ass harder and faster. The sound of your skin slapping against hers echoes through the room, mingling with Daphne's moans and whimpers.

Daphne's ass is tight and hot around your cock, her muscles clenching rhythmically as you thrust into her. The intense stimulation pushes her closer to the edge, her moans growing louder and more **** with each stroke.

Finally, with a scream of pleasure, Daphne's body tenses, her ass clamping down hard on your cock as she reaches her climax. The feeling of her muscles pulsing around you, combined with the sight of her lost in the throes of her orgasm, is enough to push you over the edge.

You thrust deep into Daphne's ass one final time, your cock twitching and pulsing as you erupt inside her. You feel a surge of pleasure as your cock twitches and pulses, your hot cum filling Daphne's ass. The sensation of her tight muscles clenching around you as you climax is intense, your orgasm heightened by the knowledge that you've claimed the one hole Potter hasn't touched.

Daphne moans loudly, her body shuddering with aftershocks as she feels your cum filling her ass. The warmth and wetness of your semen inside her seems to prolong her orgasm, her muscles continuing to spasm around your cock as she rides out the waves of pleasure.

Slowly, you pull out of Daphne's ass, your cum leaking out of her stretched hole and running down the backs of her thighs. She collapses onto the bed beside Lyra, her body spent and satiated, a look of blissful exhaustion on her face.

You settle between Lyra and Daphne, your body still flushed and tingling in the aftermath of your intense orgasms. The two girls cuddle up to you, their soft, warm bodies pressing against yours from either side. Lyra rests her head on your chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin, while Daphne's head comes to rest on your shoulder, her arm draped over your stomach.

The three of you lie there, basking in the afterglow of your shared passion. The room is filled with the sound of your ragged breathing and the scent of sex, a heady mix that only serves to enhance the feeling of satisfaction that washes over you.

As you lie there, you can't help but feel a sense of triumph. You've succeeded in corrupting Daphne, in claiming her in a way that Potter never has. She's yours now, just like Lyra, her body and mind completely under your control.

You can't resist the urge to ask the question that's been burning in your mind. "Daphne," you murmur, your voice low and husky, "who's bigger, me or Potter?"

Daphne lifts her head from your shoulder, a mischievous glint in her blue eyes as she looks at you. "Do you really want to know?" she teases, her fingers trailing lightly over your chest.

You nod, your curiosity piqued. Daphne's gaze turns thoughtful for a moment, and you can see her comparing the memory of Potter's cock to the feel of yours inside her. "You're about the same maybe a bit bigger but you're definitely thicker," she says finally, her hand drifting lower to brush against your softening cock. Her words send a surge of pride through you, and you can't help but grin.

You lay there, enjoying the warmth and softness of Lyra and Daphne pressed against you. The afterglow of your orgasms still tingles through your body as you think about the triumph of claiming Daphne. Your thoughts are interrupted by Lyra's voice, her tone curious.

"What's next?" she asks, her head tilting up from your chest to look at you.

"Well," you begin, your voice low and filled with dark promise, "I have one last target and then...well, I'll leave that as a surprise."

You turn to Daphne, your gaze intense as you issue your next command. "Daphne, I need you to carry on your relationship with Potter, but he isn't allowed to touch you anymore. Make whatever excuses you can. You'll only need to do this for a few days," you tell her, your voice firm and authoritative.

Daphne nods, her blue eyes filled with understanding and a hint of mischief. "Of course," she purrs, her fingers trailing lightly over your chest. "I'll make sure he doesn't suspect a thing. He won't lay a finger on me, I promise."

You smile, pleased with her obedience and eagerness to follow your orders. With Daphne under your control, Potter will soon be left with nothing, his precious girlfriend torn from him without him even realizing it. The thought fills you with a dark sense of satisfaction.

You turn your attention to Lyra, your gaze just as intense as when you spoke to Daphne. "Lyra, I need you to help Daphne. Play interference so Potter doesn't suspect a thing," you command, your voice low and filled with dark promise.

Lyra nods eagerly, her amethyst eyes gleaming with excitement at the prospect of deceiving Potter. "I'll make sure he's kept in the dark," she assures you, her fingers tracing patterns on your skin. "He won't know what hit him until it's too late."

You smile, satisfaction coursing through you at the thought of your plan coming together. With Lyra and Daphne working together to keep Potter in the dark, your final target will be all the easier to claim.

"And who is your final target?" Daphne asks, her voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of jealousy.

You lean back, a smirk playing on your lips as you draw out the moment. "Lily Potter," you reveal, your voice low and filled with dark anticipation.

Daphne's eyes widen in shock, her mouth falling open slightly. "Harry's mother?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "

You nod, your smirk growing wider at her reaction. "The one and only," you confirm, your tone smug and self-satisfied.

Lyra laughs, the sound low and throaty. "Oh, you are wicked," she purrs, her eyes gleaming with admiration. "I love it."

Daphne's shock fades, replaced by a look of growing desire. "I have to admit, I've had my share of fantasies about her," she says, her voice tinged with a hint of lust. "Lily Potter is...well, she's the object of many people's fantasies. If you can get her, I want a turn with her as well."

You chuckle darkly at Daphne's words, the thought of sharing Lily Potter between your harem sending a thrill through your body. "Patience, my dear," you purr, pulling both girls close to you. "Lily can wait until tomorrow. For now, let's get some sleep."

You settle back onto the bed, Lyra on your left and Daphne on your right. Their soft, warm bodies press against you, their limbs intertwining with yours. The room is filled with the sound of your even breathing and the lingering scent of sex, a heady combination that lulls you into a state of relaxation.

As you drift off to sleep, your mind wanders to thoughts of Lily Potter.