Emma Watson walked down the hall leading toward her room. The entire Harry Potter crew, celebrating the end of the franchise and their global success - breaking every known record of movie ticket sales - had retreated themselves to the comfort of Caribbean. They booked an entire island, playing on the beach together, eating like pigs, got drunk, mingling with locals, and - in case of Matthew Lewis and Tom Felton - sleeping with girls.
In all retrospects, they were all having the best time of their life.
So it should came as a surprise when Emma, all alone, went back to her bedroom a bit early that night - it didn't. She opened the room with her card key, get inside, and closed the door behind her. As she had expected, someone else had been waiting for her. Someone she knew well.
"Bonnie," she greeted her co-star and friend.
"Emma," she nodded, standing in the middle of the room.
Emma slipped out of her clothes, letting them fall around her feet. Below her night robe were a pair of white bikini which complimented her slightly tanned skin nicely. In contrast, Bonnie stood with a pair of dark bikini which contrasted with her pale skin.
They eyed each other's body for a while. "How did you escape from Tom?" Bonnie asked.
Emma shrugged. "Easy. Led her to Evanna. She immediately clutched him with her claws - literally. She'd been interested to fuck his brain off since couple years."
Bonnie chuckled a bit. "Poor Evanna. Poor Tom."
"Yeah," Emma grinned a little. She stepped forward, closing on Bonnie. "Are you ready for this?"
Their smile slipped off, Bonnie answered, "When you're ready."
They stood in silence, facing each other. Then, gently, they circled their hands around each other's back and started kissing.
Tongues dancing, hands rubbing and grabbing, they sucked and nibbled at each other until their face felt hot and their breathings got hard. Cutting off the kiss, Emma said, "Orgasm first lose?"
"Yes." Bonnie answered. "You want to free yourself from this?"
"Absolutely," Emma said, fingers yanking out Bonnie's bikini while her opponent did the same. They hugged each other, completely nude, and started rubbing their body together.
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Sexfighting wasn't new for them - both of them had done it with different people. In fact, all main actresses in Harry Potter franchise had done that at least once, mostly with each other. The working environment was very closed from outside world, and, in their teenage years, that means they could only 'experimented' with each other.
The first time for Emma was against Katie Leung - which she lost terribly. They had a rematch only weeks after that, in which Emma won with a very slight margin. They had planned for a final rematch, but hadn't found a suitable time yet, what with being busy and everything. Other than with her, Emma also had sexfight against girls in Brown and her make-up assistant - all of which she won.
For Bonnie, it was different. She tried it the first time against Clemence Poesy, who was older and much more experienced than her. They only 'tried it for fun' at first, but after three consecutive losses, Bonnie finally put more effort and won their last fight with a slight margin. The latest fight she had, she found herself dominating Shevali Chowdhury easily in an orgasm submission sexfight, making the Parvati Patil actress came again and again until Shevali gave up. She tried to fight Evanna before facing Shevali, and although being dominated and even toyed by the Luna Lovegood actress, she learned a lot from that fight.
Now, bringing all their experience with them, Emma and Bonnie went out against one another. Their tongue raked each other mouth, lips, sucking and biting and rubbing in all the right place. Emma pushed Bonnie toward the bed, and they tumbled atop it, rolling around. One second, Emma is on top, and the next, Bonnie is on top.
Finally finding themselves sitting cross-legged, Bonnie cut off the kiss and stared into Emma's eyes. Then, she looked down toward their erect nipples, and Emma immediately knew what would follow. Bonnie brushed her nipples against Emma's, bringing low moans from Hermione actress. Then, with great accuracy and expertise, she pushed her breast forward, pushing Emma's nipples slightly backward.
"Give up yet?" Bonnie smirked against Emma's lips.
"Not quite." Emma whispered. Forcing herself to resist, Emma brought her own tits forward and met Bonnie's tits until their nipples fully forcing each other. For a second, nothing happened. And then, much to Bonnie's dismay, her nipples were being pushed backward, slowly but surely, by Emma's. She bit her lips and push forward, but Emma's nipples were too strong and hard. As a result, she moaned loudly, feeling Emma's nipples violated her tits.
"I think," Emma said, smirking this time, "We've seen whose tits are better."
Bonnie gulped, and, with eyes half-closed, retorted, "Perhaps your tits are better. But the fight isn't over yet."
"We'll see," Emma said, using one hand to start rubbing Bonnie's thigh.
Bonnie moaned, louder this time. She knew it was just a matter of second before she was finished by Emma's long and expert fingers, and she knew she had to do something to prevent her losing. Grabbing Emma's hands, she pushed her co-star down to her back. Holding Emma's hands above her head, she looked into Emma's eyes for a second before proceeding to kiss her amorously.
Their lips and tongues battled, but this time Bonnie had the upper hand. Being on top, she held Emma in place, preventing her from moving. At the same time, whereas Emma's tits hold off Bonnie's before, the Ginny Weasley actress using her weight to flatten her opponent's breasts. It served her well - Emma moaned, and her moans became louder when Bonnie started moving slightly to left and right to rub Emma's tits.
"Not much better now, eh?" Bonnie taunted.
Emma tried to fight back, she tried to release her hands from Bonnie's death grip. But it made her focus wavered, and in a single moment of weakness, Bonnie's tongue forced Emma's back, and now Bonnie dominating their kiss.
Taking control most of Emma's assets, Bonnie started to rub their pussies together. She slipped one leg between Emma's thigh, and moving up and down, humping faster and faster. They started to moan together, getting louder and louder. Emma's eyes are closed, she felt her strength almost left her. But she held her orgasm desperately, she didn't want to lose, not like this, not against Bonnie, who hadn't had experience as much as she had, who was younger and more plain than her, and definitely less good in acting by her opinion.
"Cum, Emma!" Bonnie ordered. "Cum to me! Cum!"
"N... No..." Emma spoke breathlessly.
Bonnie felt something started building inside her, and she knew she herself wouldn't be able to held for much longer. Emma also knew that. She counted on Bonnie to cum first, to defend her own from orgasm until Bonnie came. She had faced Katie, who pounded her so hard and fast years ago, Katie whom she finally defeated, and many other girls. She believed she could win against Bonnie, and she wanted to make it happen.
Finally, Bonnie cut off her kiss. She put her head atop Emma's left tit, and, using her tongue, licked it repeatedly. She sucked Emma's tits, again and again, until Emma's moan became screams and her defences crumbled.
Emma orgasmed so hard, so strong, she released herself from Bonnie's grips and clutching Bonnie's back like an eagle clawing its prey. She screamed, she moaned, and Bonnie felt her own orgasm building fast. Their rubbings continued, and, slowly, Emma's orgasm subsided. Bonnie closed her eyes, holding back her own orgasm, clinging to the last edge she knew she owned.
Finally, Emma stopped, laid moveless, while Bonnie successfully held her own orgasm. It was a simple, yet strong, sign of power. Clemence did it before to her, in their first fight, and Bonnie had done the same ever since every time she won. It was a statement, saying: "You cannot make me cum."
Looking into Emma's face, Bonnie kissed her friend and co-star passionately. Feeling every fight had left from Watson, she sat straight, straddling Emma, and steadied her breathing. She used one hand to rub Emma's pussy, which stirred her friend a little, making her moaning again. She smiled, savouring the moment of her victory, and finally, sighed happily.
"I win," Bonnie said. Nothing much could be said more, but she added, "I am a better girl."
Emma, with her eyes still closed, muttered something that sounded like, "...rematch..."
Bonnie shrugged. "We will. But remember, I dominate you tonight. You've always talked about your wins, your experience, your victory against Kristen Stewart months ago. But tonight, I defeat you. You cannot even make me cum."
With nothing to say to that, Emma turned her head from Bonnie, who chuckled and got off of her friend.
She wore her bikini and night robe, and then looked at her reflection on the mirror. She thought she looked good, and she knew she would continue to fight other girls. The one she eyed on was Katie Leung, of course. And then, maybe, after she had gained enough experience, she would fight Evanna Lynch again.
