Indecent Proposal (Ch. 8)

( Every character in this story is a legal adult over the age of 18 )

Indecent Proposal

Chapter 8

The late morning found Astoria barging into the manor like she owned the place. Her arms were straining from the weight of her haul. They were loaded with shopping bags from every posh boutique in Hogsmeade. Gladrags shopping bags bulged with skirts and tops, her Twilfitt and Tattings bags were loaded with shoes, stockings, and perfumes, and she even had several bags from her favorite lingerie shop. All of it slung from her wrists like she was the poster girl for capitalism. Astoria kicked the door shut behind her, and the sound echoed through the foyer, very loudly announcing her presence.

She dropped the bags with a grunt and massaged her wrists. She then looked up to see if anyone had witnessed her triumphant return. “Hello?” she called out with a tone that made it clear she’d be extremely disappointed if she wasn’t immediately seen and admired.

From above, Daphne’s voice rained down with an icy chill. “You could wake the dead with that racket.”

Astoria squinted up the staircase and saw her sister practically gliding down the stairs, one hand lightly brushing the banister. Daphne was already dressed for brunch. She wore a tailored skirt and a pressed blouse, and her hair was up in an elegant bun. Even Astoria had to admit that she looked quite classy. 

Astoria made no effort to hide the smile that spread across her lips. “You’ll never guess what I bought,” she said in a sing-song voice while digging through one of the bags to produce a pair of knee-high, dragonhide boots. 

Daphne glanced at the boots and then at the rest of the haul. “Did you rob Gringotts on the way home?” She quickened her pace, closing the gap with the elegant efficiency. At a young age, they had both been taught how to descend a set of stairs while looking the part of a Pureblood princess. 

“I had gold,” Astoria replied, like that explained everything. She lifted another bag and waggled it in the air. “Plenty of it, in fact. By the way, you should see the new displays at Gladrags, Daph. They’re doing vinyl now. Can you believe that?”

Daphne folded her arms under her chest and looked from the parcels to Astoria’s deliberately slutty outfit. Her skirt was absurdly short, and the top was even skimpier. Her entire midriff was on full display, and the outline of her braless breasts was visible through the thin fabric. “Whose gold?” Daphne asked, not in the mood for her antics.

Astoria bit her lower lip theatrically, savoring the moment. “Does it matter?”

“It does when last week you were so broke you had to beg me for a few galleons,” Daphne replied, her eyes narrowing. “I can smell a scheme from a mile away.”

“It wasn’t a scheme,” Astoria said, rolling her eyes. “It was a business transaction. A very lucrative one,” she said with a shit-eating grin before adding, “I talked to Harry last night. He’s quite … generous, when you ask the right way.”

Daphne’s jaw tensed, and her pale cheeks flushed pink. “He gave gold for all of this?” Her hand swept over the heap of bags.

Astoria shrugged, feigning innocence. “You know how boys are. They’re always happy to help a girl in need.” She paused for effect. “Especially if you give them a little … incentive.”

Daphne coughed as she choked on her own saliva. “Do you remember what I told you?” she icily stated. “If you even tried to seduce him, I’ll …”

“Relax. It wasn’t anything you haven’t already done,” Astoria interrupted with a smirk. She then reached for a bag and pulled out a nearly transparent teddy that was so short, Daphne was sure it wouldn’t hide a damn thing. “Look, I got it in both black and red. What do you think?” She pressed the hanger to her frame and did a slow pirouette.

Daphne’s eyes narrowed further. “Did he give you the money or did you … perform some favor for it?” The implication hung heavy in the air. Astoria held her gaze, then deliberately let her lips curl into a slow, knowing smile.

“Let’s just say I was very persuasive,” she said, tossing her hair. “And if you want the sordid details, you’ll have to bribe me. I take cash, credit, or trade.”

Daphne snatched a bag from the pile and tore open the tissue paper, inspecting the contents with a blend of irritation and morbid curiosity. “You’re insufferable,” she muttered, sifting through a clutch of bralettes that were little more than scraps of material.

Astoria clapped her hands, delighted at the effect she was having. “You’re just jealous … aren’t you?” She plucked a pair of sunglasses from another parcel, set them on her nose, and struck a pose worthy of a magazine ad.

“Jealous?” Daphne scoffed. “I can’t imagine anything more pathetic than groveling for money you didn’t earn. You have no self-respect, Astoria.” Daphne conveniently forgot that she had done the exact same thing. Of course, this was about Astoria and not her. 

Astoria snorted. “Self-respect is overrated. I’d rather have nice things.” She slid the sunglasses down her nose and peered at Daphne over the rim. “Besides, I’m the one with a closet full of new clothes and a date with the spa this afternoon. What do you have?”

Daphne snapped the bralette back into its bag with a sharp pop. “You’re revolting.” She turned on her heel and flipped her hair. “If I see any of this lying around the house, I’ll burn it,” she threatened.

Astoria gave a little two-finger salute. “Noted. I’ll keep it in my bedroom. You know, for the next time Harry is feeling generous.”

Daphne hissed through her teeth and stormed up the stairs, her heels clacking loudly on the wood. Astoria watched her retreat with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction. She let herself savor the moment. She enjoyed the knowledge that she’d won … at least for now. Daphne could be very sneaky and vindictive, so Astoria knew this wouldn’t be the last she heard from her. 

She bent to gather her spoils, then headed up the stairs herself with a happy sigh. Shopping was always exhausting, but nothing recharged her like a little family drama. By the time she reached her room, she was already planning what she’d wear to dinner. Maybe she’d pick something that would make Daphne’s eye twitch. Perhaps she’d wear something that was guaranteed to capture Harry’s attention. She grinned to herself. She never expected it to be so fun here. 

Indecent Proposal

Harry returned to the manor well after dark with his back and shoulders aching from a long day out. He let himself in quietly, hung his jacket by the door, and trudged up the stairs. 

He tapped lightly on Daphne’s door, then pushed it open. The lights were dimmed, the curtains drawn, and Daphne’s clothes were folded and lying on her bed. There was a bottle of red wine on the nightstand and a half-drunk glass. The lipstick on the rim was unmistakably Daphne’s. Daphne wasn’t in the room, but then Harry noticed the sound of the shower running in the bathroom.

Harry peeled off his clothes and left them in a pile on her bedroom floor. He took a quick detour to the mirror, ran a hand through his messy hair, and blinked away the tiredness. His stubble had grown in thicker than he liked. Daphne liked it better when his face was nice and smooth. He suspected it felt better for her when his face was pressed firmly between her spread thighs, but there was no time for grooming. Daphne would just have to deal with it.

He walked in on her without a care in the world. The glass shower was steamed, but her silhouette could be seen through the blurriness. He could make out the swell of her breasts, her narrow waist, and the sexy flare of her hips. Harry lightly knocked against the glass.

“Occupied,” Daphne said, already knowing who it was. Her voice sounded irritated. Harry couldn’t help but smirk. Daphne was always irritated about something.

He slid the door open anyway, stepping inside. The humid heat enveloped him, and the steam dampened his skin. Daphne’s back was to him. She didn’t bother to cover herself. She hadn’t been shy with him since he first claimed her body. Still, Daphne didn’t bother turning around either. 

Harry let his eyes take in every detail of her wet, gorgeous body. His eyes glanced over the delicate slope of her shoulders, the wide curve of her ass, and the sides of her naked breasts that could just be seen as she ran her fingers through her hair. Even the way she stood was sexy. She had one hip cocked to the side with her legs slightly parted. Her head was tilted back, and her hands were buried in the wet tangle of her dark hair. Water cascaded down her bare back. Harry’s cock was instantly hard. 

He pressed up behind her, letting his hard chest graze the slick skin of her back. She stilled but didn’t flinch. “You let Astoria con you out of half a fortune,” she said, not looking back. “She damn near bought out every shop in Diagon Alley.”

Harry grinned into the side of her neck. “You’re jealous I let her have some gold?”

“I’m annoyed that you’re so gullible,” she replied, but there was a tremble in her voice. He liked it when she was a little bit mad at him. It made her even hotter.

He reached up and slid his fingers into her hair, massaging her scalp. She tried to keep her guard up, but a small sigh betrayed her. “Turn around,” he said.

She didn’t do it out of spite, so he gently grabbed her shoulder and spun her. Her glare would have brought a lesser man to his knees. However, her eyes were soft, and there was a faint, needy flush in her cheeks. He poured a dollop of shampoo into his hands and started working it into her hair. She closed her eyes, letting him have his way. He lathered her scalp with strong but careful fingers, digging in with his nails just enough to make her shiver.

“If you think this is going to get you off the hook …,” she began, “…you’re … mmm … mistaken.” Daphne’s resolve was already showing cracks. 

Harry took his time with her. He liked the way her eyes fluttered as she tilted her head back and the way her lips parted every time he grazed her ear or the nape of her neck. When he finished, he turned her toward the spray and rinsed her hair as he pulled her against his chest. His cock pressed between her ass cheeks, but he didn’t rush things. He loved it when she was desperate.

He soaped up her body next, starting at her shoulders and working his way down her sides. He let his hands slide slowly up her chest, circling each nipple and cupping each breast. Daphne bit her lip, fighting the urge to moan.

When he knelt to soap her legs, she nearly giggled. “You’re an idiot,” she said, her voice cracking. He looked up mischievously. He kissed the inside of her thigh, then moved higher until her knees went weak and she had to lean on him to keep from falling. When he kissed her clit, Daphne shuddered hard. 

He stood and pressed her against the shower’s glass, and her soapy breasts smeared streaks against the surface. He grabbed her hips, pulled her back into him, and let his cock slip between her thighs. Daphne braced herself on the wall. He leaned in and nipped at her ear. “Don’t worry, Daph. You’re still my number one girl,” he whispered, then gently sucked on her earlobe.

“That’s good to hear,” she managed to say through a shudder. 

He reached around, cupped her breast, and rolled her hard, soapy nipple. She whimpered loudly. His other hand snaked between her legs, and he pressed his cock deeper between her slick, soapy thighs. He started to thrust, using her body to squeeze his shaft tightly.

Her hot, wet pussy lips hugged his shaft. He could feel her pussy leaking its juices all over his cock as he rocked back and forth, letting the head rub right over her clit, over and over again. It wasn’t long before she was shaking.

Daphne clawed at the glass. “Stop teasing,” she pleaded, breathing heavily.

He pulled his cock back, slid a finger between her lips, and pushed in. She was soaking wet, and her clit was swollen against his hand. He curled his finger, and Daphne whimpered and ground her pussy against it. Her slick walls hugged his digit, not wanting to let go. 

Harry’s lips found her neck and then her shoulder. He nipped it just hard enough to make her gasp. She shuddered as her pussy fluttered around his finger. He pulled his finger out, turned her around, and pressed his cock between her thighs again, this time grinding it up and down until the head found her clit. She nearly doubled over. He kept at it, his hands tightly gripping her hips while thrusting with just enough force to keep her right at the edge. When her legs began to tremble, and she was gasping for air, he finally slid inside her. The sensation of her tight, silky walls clutching his shaft was incredible. 

She cried out, grabbed the back of his neck, and dragged him in for a kiss. Daphne immediately opened her mouth, inviting his tongue in. His tongue slipped inside and found hers. She moaned into his mouth and deepened the kiss. Harry lifted her up by her naked ass and really started pounding her sweet pussy. 

The sounds of their fucking were drowned out by the roar of the water, but Harry heard every gasp and every muffled scream coming from her lovely lips. He buried himself in her over and over, fighting to keep from cumming. Every time he hit her deepest spot, her cunt clenched around him like it never wanted to let go. He squeezed her ass hard and picked up the pace.

Daphne’s moans became louder and more desperate. He felt her pussy tighten, the muscles inside her spasming and fluttering around his thrusting shaft. She threw her head back and caught a faceful of water as she came with a guttural moan.

Harry wasn’t far behind. He drove into her a few more times, then pushed all the way into her as he came. Daphne squealed and squeezed his hips with her thighs as he pumped her full of cum. Her body was shaking so badly that he was forced to set her on her feet in case he accidentally dropped her slippery body. Daphne stepped into him, and Harry cupped her shapely ass. They stayed pressed together, their foreheads touching as both of them panted.

Daphne was the first to recover. She turned around, grabbed the soap, and started cleaning herself off as if nothing had happened. Harry watched and admired the small twitch of her hips as she rinsed. He stepped out, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around her when she followed. She leaned into his chest. She closed her eyes and appeared to be quite content.

“You’re still an idiot,” she said, her voice soft and satisfied.

He kissed the top of her head and replied, “I was thinking about going to Paris this weekend. How about I take you with me?” Daphne immediately perked up. 

“I suppose I’ll allow it,” she said, trying to hide her excitement. “Will you take me shopping?” she asked and squirmed against his body. She really knew how to get what she wanted. 

“That could be arranged,” Harry chuckled. “So … Are you still mad at me?” he asked, smirking. 

 “I guess I can forgive you. Just don’t ever let Astoria take advantage of you again.”

Harry laughed. “No promises,” he said. “But I’ll always make it up to you.”

Daphne huffed and stepped away. She grabbed her wand and dried herself off. She then stepped out of the bathroom, dropped her towel, and crawled into bed. Daphne stopped halfway and wiggled her naked ass at him. Harry smirked, dried himself, and quickly joined her. 

Indecent Proposal

It was nine in the morning, and Harry found himself with a rare moment of peace and quiet in the house. Those moments had been rare since Astoria joined them. She and Daphne could really go at it, which amused him to no end. Daphne had left before dawn to buy “necessities” for Paris. Of course, she didn’t tell him what those necessities were, but she still expected him to pay for them. That left the house quiet, except for the persistent sounds of someone moving about upstairs.

Harry climbed the stairs slowly, savoring the rare quiet. When he reached the landing, he paused outside Astoria’s room. The door was cracked open just enough for a strip of light to cut across the hall. He was about to knock when the door was yanked fully open, and Astoria made herself known.

She was wearing nothing but a tiny blue thong. She wasn’t wearing a shirt, a bra, or even a necklace. There was nothing to cover her cock-hardening tits from his lascivious gaze. Her skin was pale and perfect, free of even the smallest blemish. Her breasts were perky and balanced proudly on her chest, and her hard nipples were adorned with stud piercings. The metal caught the light and reflected it back at him. Astoria put her hands on the doorframe and stretched, arching her chest forward. The action sent a shudder through her tits that was too deliberate to be accidental.

“Good morning,” she said, her voice as sweet as honey. “Looking for something?”

Harry made a show of keeping his eyes on her face, but she caught the glance he aimed at her nipples and smirked. She bounced once on her heels, just enough to set her boobs jiggling, then leaned in the doorway, one hip cocked out.

“Morning,” he said, unable to stop the smile. “Do you always answer the door like this, or am I just incredibly lucky?”

Astoria smiled widely, showing off her perfect, white teeth. “If I had known it was you, I’d have gone with nothing at all,” she purred, then lowered her voice. “But if you want, I can fix that.”

She turned her back to him, and the thong did absolutely nothing to hide the roundness of her ass. There was a little dimple at the base of her spine, and her thick cheek bounced with every step. Harry’s eyes were glued to her gorgeous ass as he followed her in. 

Astoria’s bedroom was the definition of chaos. There were shoes everywhere, clothes scattered over the bed and chairs, and stacks of fashion magazines piled high on her nightstand. There was a full-length mirror against the far wall, and a collection of lingerie hung from every surface that could bear a hanger. She stalked across the rug, turned, and posed by the bed, both arms up so that her breasts stretched taut. Harry happily watched her for a moment before shutting the door behind him. “You’re in a good mood,” he observed.

“I always am when you’re around,” she said with a sexy purr. “But what about Daphne? Won’t she be mad if you’re in here with me?”

“She’s gone shopping,” Harry said. “She’ll be out for hours.”

Astoria’s full lips stretched into a naughty smile. She then beckoned him closer with a come-hither finger. When he got within arm’s reach, she looped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss.

Her mouth was soft and warm, and her lips parted just enough to draw his tongue inside. He kissed her back, and his hands found her waist. Her skin was as smooth as silk, and Astoria shuddered when he lightly brushed his fingers over her exposed hips. She pressed her body against him and mashed her breasts up against his chest.

She kissed him deeply and passionately, then nipped his lip and pulled away, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You smell like Daphne,” she said. “I’m not sure I like sharing my toys.”

He didn’t dignify that with an answer, but he gave her ass a squeeze. She made a pleased sound in her throat and leaned in again, this time sucking on his lower lip before letting go. Astoria drew back, studying him. “Did you come to see me for something, or did you just come to admire the view?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “I was going to let you know you’ll have the house to yourself this weekend, so please don’t destroy it.  I’m taking Daphne to Paris.”

Astoria’s eyes widened, then she pouted in the most dramatic way imaginable. “You’re leaving me here … with nothing but house elves for company?”

“You’ll live,” Harry said. “I’ll take you next time.”

She reached down and palmed the front of his trousers, shamelessly squeezing his erection. “If you’re abandoning me, I’ll need compensation,” she announced. “Gold … and lots of it.”

He caught her hand and shook his head. “I just gave you a pile yesterday.”

Astoria batted her eyelashes. “I spent it already,” she said sweetly, as if that should be obvious.

“Holy hell, Astoria.” Harry looked at her, both exasperated and impressed. “You could bankrupt a small nation.”

She smiled and shot him a smoldering look. “Give me another advance, and I’ll be good. I promise.” Of course, he didn’t believe her for a second. 

He looked her over, from the perfect curves of her breasts to her flat, toned belly. His eyes moved down over her wide, inviting hips, her smooth, sexy legs, and back up to her pierced nipples, which were still hard and pointed at him. He could feel his cock throbbing just looking at her.

Astoria noticed immediately. She pressed herself into his side, and her hands roamed over his chest and stomach. “Please?” she whispered. “I’ll be ever so grateful.” She was so close he could smell the perfume on her skin.

She stepped back, hooked her thumbs in the waistband of the thong, and peeled it off with a flourish. She let it fall to the floor and crawled onto the bed with her ass up and back arched, all for his benefit.

Harry watched as she flopped onto her back and spread her legs wide. She was completely bare. Her pussy was a perfect, pale pink with no trace of hair anywhere. The lips were tight, flushed, and a little shiny with wetness. The hood of her clit was already jutted out just a bit, showing him just how horny she was. Her nipples looked even sexier now. They were rock-hard and crinkled, and the studs poked out from the pale pink tips.

Astoria fixed him with a needy stare. “Please, Harry,” she said, and her voice was both aroused and desperate at the same time. He was sure it was all an act, but it was very believable. She reached down and spread her pussy open, using two fingers to show off the light pink of her insides and the swollen nub of her clit.

Harry’s mouth went dry. He kicked off his shoes and crossed the room in three steps. Astoria giggled and arched her back, proudly showing off her perky tits. “Come on, Harry,” she teased, “Come get what you’re paying for.”

He knelt at the edge of the bed and ran his hands up her thighs, feeling the warmth of her skin. She watched him with wide and shameless eyes. She pulled her lips apart even wider, exposing the hard, damp clit at the top. It quivered as she touched it. She moaned and rolled her hips upward.

Harry leaned in and let his breath caress her pussy. Heat radiated from between her legs. Astoria squirmed and pushed her pussy closer to his mouth, but he paused, just watching her for a second. The outer lips were plump and delicate, and the inner folds were a paler pink. The clit was swollen and ready to be sucked. She looked down at him, breathing fast. “Don’t tease,” she whispered. “I want your tongue in me. Please.”

He brushed her clit with the tip of his tongue, and Astoria gasped. He flicked it a little harder, causing her to whine and grind her hips against his face. He licked her slower, flattening his tongue and dragging it up the length of her pussy. He moaned at her taste, and her whole body tensed. Astoria let out a series of little moans, her voice shaking on each one.

Astoria’s fingers tangled in his hair and guided his mouth exactly where she wanted it. When his lips brushed her clit, Astoria gasped and ground it against his mouth. He sucked her clit between his lips and massaged it with his tongue. Harry then pulled back and watched her shudder. Her pussy contracted, and the lips drew tight. Her hips jerked, and she thrust her pussy harder against his mouth.

She was so wet that a line of pussy juice ran down the crease of her ass. Harry ran his thumb up the inside of her thigh and pressed it against her clit while he licked lower, dipping his tongue into her tight, hot entrance. Astoria let out a perverse moan and pressed down on his head, forcing his tongue deeper. 

He tongued her pussy, working it with little circles. Harry then pulled back and slid a finger inside. She was incredibly tight, and her silky walls squeezed around his finger. He started moving it in and out slowly, using his mouth on her clit at the same time. Astoria started to shake, and her toes curled against his back.

“H-Harry,” she gasped. “I’m almost there! Keep going!”

He added a second finger, stretching her open a little more. She took it easily, her hips rolling in time with his thrusts. She was making cute noises now, every breath a whimper or a gasp. Her pussy was wet and glistening, and he tongued her clit with hard, fast flicks. Her body arched off the bed as she squealed.

She started to cum without warning, her pussy clenching down on his fingers so hard it almost hurt. She screamed out a cry of pleasure while kicking her legs and curling her toes. The orgasm rolled through her, and she didn’t stop shaking until he finally let go of her clit with a wet pop.

Astoria collapsed back, her chest heaving and sweat beading on her brow. Her thick, luscious black hair fanned out in all directions. She looked up at him with lustful, heavy-lidded eyes and licked her lips.

“Fuck,” she said. “That was exactly what I needed first thing in the morning.”

Harry laughed, but she pulled him up onto the bed, rolling him over and straddling his chest. She pressed her wet pussy right up against his mouth and ground down while giggling. She then slid down to kneel between his legs. She looked up at him with a flushed face and reached for his belt.

“Your turn,” she said, her voice raw with need.

Harry didn’t argue. He let her take over, and Astoria ripped open his trousers and tugged his cock out, licking the head with a naughty little swipe of her tongue. She looked up at him with a smirk, then sucked the tip between her lips. She swirled her tongue around the head, making him moan, and she took it deeper with every bob of her head.

Harry watched her, loving the way she looked with his cock in her mouth. Her eyes were bright and hungry, and her nipples stood stiff and proud. He groaned as she worked him, her hand twisting at the base while she sucked the head like a lollipop. She sucked him hard, never breaking eye contact.

He was close, and Astoria felt it. She instantly sped up, bobbing her head faster and working his cock with both hands. Harry groaned and exploded in her mouth, and she swallowed every drop. Astoria licked the head clean before letting it pop out of her mouth.

She sat back, wiped her lips, and looked up at him, completely unashamed and glowing with satisfaction. “So, did I earn my pay?” she asked cheekily.

He chuckled as she massaged his sack. “Not yet, but you still have the rest of the day.”

She crawled up the bed and curled into his side, her skin still hot and flushed. Harry wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. Astoria nuzzled his chest, then looked up at him with a cute smile. “What did Daphne say when she found out about our arrangement?” she asked casually, as if asking about the weather.

Harry rolled his eyes. “She was less than pleased.”

She laughed happily, nipped his shoulder, and settled in. Harry couldn’t help but smile, knowing he was about to have a very good morning.