Indecent Proposal (Ch. 6)

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

Indecent Proposal

Chapter 6

Harry’s tongue was in Daphne's mouth when the front doors banged open with the force of a siege spell. He didn’t hear it at first. Daphne was grinding in his lap, her skirt hiked up, and his fingers digging under the black silk to get at her ass. She was deliciously soft there, but firm enough that he could get a proper handful. His other hand had already snaked under her blouse and unhooked her bra with practiced grace.

She was about to pull the shirt over her head when the explosion of noise hit the foyer and echoed down the marble hallway. Both froze, lips still attached. Her eyes were wide and annoyed, and his were glazed with desire and a dash of confusion.

“Daphne!” a voice shrilled, echoing through the cavernous entryway. The sound made Daphne’s head drop to Harry’s shoulder in pure, existential agony.

“Fuck,” she said, voice muffled in his collar.

Harry smothered a laugh. He let his hands rest, one still cupping her ass, the other content with the familiar warmth of her breast. “You did say two o’clock, didn’t you?”

Daphne groaned into his shirt. “I meant tomorrow. She never listens.”

A new volley of shouts sounded closer now. “HELLOOOOO?” The voice cut through the awkward haze. There was a loud clack of stilettos on flagstone, and then Astoria Greengrass appeared in the double doorway, radiating sexuality and chaos in equal measure.

If Harry had ever suspected that Daphne’s younger sister would be less than a perfect double, the sight before him was an immediate and obvious correction. Astoria looked like she’d been stamped from the same perfect mold as Daphne. Her skin was a shimmery porcelain color, her hair was jet-black and straight to her lower back, and her eyes were bluer than the Mediterranean Sea. Her figure was almost identical, which meant she was a walking set of curves with a slim waist and large, perky boobs. To top it all off, Astoria had a set of legs that begged to be worshipped.

Today, she’d chosen to display her assets with all the subtlety of a rampaging hippogriff. She wore a blue micro-dress that clung so tightly to he form that it was essentially vacuum-sealed. It barely skimmed the bottom of her butt. Her neckline plunged, and the deep cleavage below it would’ve sent a priest to confession. Five rolling trunks, stacked precariously, trailed her. Each was the size of a small coffin. She had a pair of sunglasses in one hand and a bottle of something neon-pink in the other.

“Daph!” she shrieked, beaming, and charged toward her.

Daphne slid off Harry’s lap with a look of long-suffering resignation. Astoria crashed into her, enveloping her in a hug that could have splintered bone. “Oh, Daph! I’ve missed you so much. I’m so glad we’re back together again.”

“Me too,” Daphne said, monotone.

Astoria pulled away from her sister, turning the full force of her smile on Harry. “You’re even taller than I remember,” she said, and then, with zero warning, she was in his lap, straddling him, arms hooked around his neck.

She pressed against him so hard that every square inch of her sexy body was touching him. Her perfume was so heady he could practically taste it. She was soft and warm and not even pretending to be platonic about it.

“Thanks for letting me stay, Harry,” she purred, grinding in a way that was either an accident or a calculated power move. “I promise to keep the parties to every other night.”

Daphne, to her credit, managed not to yank her sister off him by the hair. She just stood there, arms crossed, tapping one foot in a way that suggested someone’s head would end up on a pike before the day was done.

“Would you like a drink, Astoria?” Harry said, trying to keep his voice from croaking. He tried not to notice the bulge in his jeans, or the way Astoria’s eyes definitely flicked down to it.

“Anything with gin,” she said, still holding on. “Or rum. Or Firewhisky.”

He summoned his House Elf, who appeared in the doorway. “Please take Miss Astoria’s bags to her room,” Harry said.

“Yes, Master Harry,” the House Elf said, then vanished with a loud crack. Astoria’s large pile of trunks disappeared along with him. 

Astoria giggled, finally sliding off Harry’s lap, and threw herself onto the loveseat across from the couch. She tucked her feet under her, showing more thigh than should be legal. “It’s so good to see you again, Harry. I just know we’re going to be the best of friends,” she said, winking. 

Daphne stalked over to the liquor cabinet and poured three generous glasses of Ogden’s, handing one to Harry and one to her sister. She kept the third for herself and took a long, savage pull.

“Did you come here to flirt with Harry?” Daphne asked, dropping onto the armrest. “Or are you just here to terrorize us for fun?”

“Can’t it be both?” Astoria asked sweetly, sipping her drink. She waggled her eyebrows at Harry. “Anytime you’re feeling lonely, I’ll be right across the hall.”

Daphne’s grip on her glass visibly tightened. “Thank you, Astoria,” she said, her voice flat as a sheet of glass.

Astoria gave a shit-eating grin. “You’re welcome, Daph.”

She sprawled, letting her dress ride even higher. “I’m so glad I’m back in the lap of luxury. The last place I was in was a complete bore.”

Harry coughed into his glass when he saw the crotch of Astoria’s panties. They had fallen aside, revealing smooth, pink flesh. Astoria polished off her drink and stood, stretching like a cat. “Where’s the loo? I have to see if the portkey has ruined my hair.”

Daphne pointed down the hallway, and Astoria sashayed away, humming to herself. Her heels clacked in time with her hips. The moment she was out of earshot, Daphne slumped into Harry’s side and let her head thud against his shoulder.

“She’s going to destroy this house, you realize,” she said, defeated.

Harry pulled her feet onto his lap and began massaging her smooth, sexy calves. Daphne shuddered from the intimate touch. “If she tries, I’m sure you’ll put her in her place.”

Daphne rolled her eyes. “Please. Astoria never listens to anyone, let alone me.” She finished her drink, then looked at him. “But thanks anyway.”

He ran his fingers along the back of her knee, lightly tickling her skin. Daphne moaned and squirmed in place. “What are lovers for?”

Daphne smirked, glancing down at his lap. “Apparently, for providing a landing pad for the Greengrass sisters.” Harry chuckled and pulled her back into his lap. Her tongue was in his mouth soon after. 

Indecent Proposal

By midnight, Daphne was ready to murder someone, and Astoria’s name was the first on her list. The three of them were gathered in Harry’s den, surrounded by old Quidditch trophies and various knick-knacks that he liked to collect. The fire was crackling, and the lights were dimmed for ‘ambience,’ which in this case meant Daphne’s legs were wrapped around Harry’s, and her upper body was engaged in a silent war with her sister for control of his attention span.

Astoria had switched into her lounging attire, which was a pair of shorts so microscopic that Daphne honestly wasn’t sure if they were actually underwear, and a white t-shirt that was so thin her hard nipples looked like they might tear through. She sprawled on the sofa next to Harry. One smooth thigh was thrown across his lap, and she was using his arm as a combination pillow and neck brace. Every time she laughed at something he said, she’d nudge his ribs with her breast, or trace lazy circles on his forearm with her finger.

Harry was enjoying it entirely too much. He alternated between kissing Daphne’s temple and letting Astoria feed him sips of her drink, acting the part of the beleaguered host when in reality he was lapping up the attention with the smugness of a pampered Slytherin. Daphne glared over her wineglass. “Don’t you own a normal shirt?” she finally snapped.

Astoria looked down, as if noticing for the first time. “It’s hot in here,” she said, pouting. “You want me to take it off?”

Daphne’s jaw clenched. “No.”

Harry looked like he’d swallowed his tongue, but managed a half-hearted, “I guess not.”

Astoria’s smile was pure mischief. “You sure?” she said, and tugged the hem up, exposing many inches of flat belly and the suggestion of underboob.

Daphne set her glass down a little too hard. “Maybe it’s time we went to bed.”

Harry shrugged, sinking deeper into the cushions. “I dunno. I’m pretty comfortable here.”

Astoria giggled and cuddled closer, pressing her face into his shoulder. “I could stay here all night.”

Daphne’s nostrils flared. “I’m not leaving you alone with her.”

Astoria looked up with her best innocent-lamb expression. “What, are you afraid I’ll seduce your boyfriend?”

Daphne didn’t answer, just glared harder. Harry made a show of looking between them. “Well, now I’m just curious. What exactly do you think is going to happen?” Harry asked Daphne with a smirk. Daphne continued to glare. 

Astoria giggled, delighted, and nestled into Harry’s side, her leg rubbing up and down his thigh in a motion that was one hundred percent deliberate. Daphne stood abruptly, every muscle in her body screaming that this was a coup, and she would not go quietly. She marched over to Harry, grabbed his wrist, and yanked him to his feet.

“Come on, loverboy. You’re taking me to bed now.”

Harry raised his eyebrows, but he let her drag him along, not bothering to hide his grin. As they passed, Astoria stuck her tongue out at Daphne. Daphne responded with a look that could have curdled milk. They made it to the stairs before Harry broke into a laugh. “You know she’s just doing it to piss you off, right?”

Daphne stopped, yanked him close, and kissed him hard, angry, and deep, until his knees almost buckled and he had to steady himself against the wall. “Then it’s working,” she muttered, her breath hot against his ear.

She took his hand and pulled him up the stairs, every step echoing in the silent manor. Astoria had started a war tonight. ‘That little hussy doesn’t know who she’s messing with,’ Daphne told herself. She promised herself that tomorrow night, the battle would resume … and this time, Daphne intended to win.

The bedroom door slammed behind them, and for the first time all night, Daphne’s face split into a smile that set her eyes ablaze. She didn’t waste a second. Within a few seconds, she had her shirt over her head, her bra off and flung across the room, and her skirt peeled down her hips in a single, graceful twist. Harry barely had time to catch his breath before she was naked, standing at the foot of the bed. Her smooth, taut body was so perfect it was almost painful to look at her.

“Sit,” she commanded, pointing at the mattress. Harry amusedly complied. 

Daphne crawled up after him, her movements quite cat-like. Her hair fell across her pale shoulders in inky black ropes. She pushed him onto his back and climbed astride his hips, pinning him with her thighs.

“You liked her little show downstairs,” she said, and it wasn’t a question. She could feel how hard he was, and she knew it was only partly because of her. 

He smiled cheekily, his hands resting just above her knees. “Jealousy looks good on you.”

She leaned down, ghosting her lips over his. “Then you’re going to love this.”

She kissed him slowly and deeply, tongue sliding against his with a hunger that left him dizzy. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her hard nipples dragging across his skin. Harry groaned and wrapped his arms around her, sliding his hands up her back and down to her ass, his fingers digging in with greedy pressure. Daphne moaned into his mouth and rocked her hips, grinding against the shape of his cock through his jeans. She broke the kiss, breathing heavily, and bit his lip for good measure.

“Clothes off. Now,” she ordered. 

He complied as quickly as his fumbling hands could manage. His shirt, belt, and jeans were discarded in record time. His boxers were tight enough that it took some effort, but Daphne seemed to appreciate the struggle. She watched, licking her lips, as his long, thick cock sprang free and bounced around. 

She gave a low, predatory purr. “Someone’s excited.”

“Can you blame me?”

Daphne smirked and slid down his body, dragging her tongue from his collarbone to his stomach while biting and leaving sucking marks as she went. She stopped at his cock, stroking it with practiced hands, and licked a bead of precum from the tip. She stared up at him, eyes dark and needy, and then took him in her mouth until her nose pressed against his stomach. Harry groaned and ran his fingers through her silky hair. Her tongue was talented, swirling and teasing him as her throat tightened around him. She bobbed up and down with practiced confidence, saliva dribbling down his shaft and onto his balls.

Just as he was about to lose it, she pulled off, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Don’t you dare cum yet,” she warned, her dark eyes glittering. He nodded, barely capable of speech.

Daphne crawled back up, but instead of mounting him, she turned around and presented her ass at eye level. She got on all fours, knees spread wide, and lowered her chest to the mattress. Her pussy was wet and open, glistening in the soft light, and her asshole was winking just above. She reached back and spread her cheeks, giving him an even better view.

“Harry?” she called out to him. He groaned, staring at her glorious body. She looked over her shoulder, her eyes heavy and lustful. “You know what I want.”

He knelt behind her, grabbing her hips, and dipped his head to taste her. He started at her pussy, licking up the sweet-salty mess that was dripping from between her taut lips. His tongue plunged deep, then moved up to her clit, circling it slowly until she was trembling. Daphne’s moans were raw and needy, and every sound made his cock strain. Then he moved higher, licking around her tight, twitching asshole. He tightened his tongue and fucking her with it until she gasped. She pushed back against his face, grinding herself on his mouth.

“More,” she begged, her voice high and desperate.

He gave her more, alternating between her holes. His tongue and fingers worked in tandem, building her up until she was shaking and clawing at the bedspread. When he sucked her clit between his lips and rubbed a finger gently at her rim, she came hard. Her body locked up, and a ragged cry escaped her throat, her juices gushing out and running down his chin.

For a moment, Harry just looked at her. Every cell in his body vibrated with desire, and it was taking all his discipline not to cum just from the sight of her alone. Daphne was still on all fours, head down, hair wild, and her skin flushed along the arch of her spine and the high curve of her ass. Every inch of her body was taut with anticipation of what she was offering him. The heat rolled off her body in waves, and he could see the pulse thumping in her throat. Her muscles twitched as he rose to his knees and moved behind her. Harry’s hands gripped the soft flesh of her hips. She looked over her shoulder, her eyes glittering. Her lips were slightly parted as she sucked in some much-needed breaths. 

He lined himself up, dragging the head of his cock up the length of her slit. Harry gathered her wetness and mixed it with his own precum, and then nudged the head to her slick opening. She shivered, and her hips tilted upward, making it clear what she wanted. He pressed the tip against her asshole with just enough pressure to make her shudder and whimper. The sound she made had his balls pulsing, ready to explode.

He looked down at her. “Are you ready?” he asked, his voice rough and deeper than he’d ever heard it.

She just pushed back, grinding her asshole against the head of his cock, and said, “God, yes.”

Harry pressed forward, letting her take him in at her own pace. Daphne’s breath caught as he breached her rim, her whole body going rigid for a moment, then relaxing as he inched forward. He held still, letting her get used to the size while gently stroking her back and murmuring endearments as her breathing slowed and steadied.

He started to move, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in. The friction was mind-blowing, and the hot tightness nearly had him blowing his load. He took it slow at first, giving her time to adjust. He watched the muscles in her back ripple as she braced for each thrust. She made these cute little gasps as her nails dug into the sheets. Her whole body strained for more. By the fourth stroke, she was rocking her hips back to meet him, and her moans grew louder and more desperate.

"Harder," she urged, her voice ragged. "Don’t stop … fuck, don’t you dare stop!" It was half a plea and half a threat, and Harry felt something animalistic and wild snap in his mind.

He obeyed instantly. He pounded into her, holding nothing back. The wet slaps of their bodies were loud and obscene in the dimly lit bedroom. With every thrust, her ass rippled, and her thighs trembled as she fought to hold on. He grabbed her waist and drove himself as deep as he could. The force of it made her gasp, then groan, then start to squeal into the mattress, each one louder than the last. Her own hands snaked down and between her legs, and he didn’t have to ask what she was doing. He could see the movement. He could see her swollen clit, and he could see her fingers working it furiously as she chased her orgasm.

He was close, but he didn’t want to finish before she did. He slowed down, shifted his angle, and reached around with one hand, pushing hers aside and taking over. He rubbed her clit in tight, quick circles, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. Her voice went up an octave. She swore loudly, then she was cumming. Her body bucked so hard he had to hold her down to keep her from tumbling off the bed. She howled his name, and Harry felt her asshole clench around him. It was so tight and pleasurable that he lost all sense of himself and just fucked her through it all, riding the wave of her orgasm as long as he could.

Daphne never stopped. She was greedy even in pleasure, always wanting more. She arched her back, forcing him even deeper. Her asshole tightened, and he could feel it pulsating around his cock. "More," she demanded, and he gave her everything he had, pumping into her with reckless abandon. He threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut.

He could feel his own orgasm building. He pulled out at the last second, spraying across her lower back with thick, hot ropes that glistened on her skin. She let out a triumphant little squeal as she felt the heat on her, then collapsed face-first onto the bed, arms and legs splayed wide.

For a long moment, neither of them moved. Harry’s heart hammered so hard he thought it might burst. His vision was spotted, and his breath came out in ragged gasps. He reached for her automatically, his hand settling in the dip of her waist. His fingers traced lazy circles on her skin.

Daphne rolled over, and her hair was all tangled. Her naked chest heaved, and her face was streaked with sweat. Even so, he could see the pride in her eyes. She had momentarily stolen victory away from her slutty sister. She met his eyes, smirked, and said, "Next time, you’re going to fuck me in the den." Harry chuckled, pulling her close. He pulled her up and kissed her, and Daphne greedily responded by opening her mouth and letting him in.