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Indecent Proposal

Chapter 12

Harry stepped out of the Floo and into the foyer of his manor. He shook off the ash and loosened his tie. The weight of the day dragged at his shoulders. Harry just stood in the silence and drew in a deep breath. The air inside the house was warm and smelled faintly of Daphne’s expensive perfume. He moved through the familiar halls without a word. All he wanted right now was to collapse on his den’s leather couch and forget about the endless string of meetings and the Ministry’s idiocy.

The den was softly lit. The ceiling lights glowed with soft amber light, and the fire snapped and hissed behind the wrought-iron grate. Harry dropped his satchel at the door and slumped onto the couch, stretching out his legs until his shoes hit the coffee table, and his head lolled back as he stretched his neck. He let out a groan and rubbed his temples. A week’s worth of exhaustion had finally caught up with him, and his eyelids fluttered shut as he started to drift off. 

A muffled giggle and the sound of bare feet against the polished floorboards pulled him back to the land of the living. He looked up in time to see Daphne slip into the room. She wore a white camisole top that hugged her figure and displayed her cock-hardening cleavage. The tiny powder-blue shorts she wore left most of her thighs exposed. Her long legs were bare and pale in the firelight, and her messy hair looked like she’d just gotten out of bed despite the fact that it was nearly nine in the evening. Even from across the room, Harry could see the outline of her nipples pressing through the thin, tight camisole top. 

She barely hesitated before climbing onto the far end of the couch and stretching her feet toward Harry’s lap. She didn’t say anything at first. She just looked at him with a knowing half-smile, and she raised one eyebrow as if waiting for him to speak.

“Rough day?” she finally asked in a soft, amused voice. 

“Brutal,” Harry grunted. “It felt like it would never end.” He stared at the ceiling rather than look over at her, but he could feel Daphne’s eyes on him.

“Poor baby,” she cooed, and she extended her feet until her toes nudged the side of his thigh. 

He shifted, and her heels found his lap. Her feet were small and cold, and she immediately started rubbing them against his hand, silently demanding his attention. Harry rolled his eyes but obliged, wrapping his hands around her arch and squeezing lightly. He then rubbed the pads of his thumbs in slow, deep circles along her sole.

Daphne made a satisfied sound and arched her back just a little, like a cat being scratched in precisely the right place. She was shameless about the pleasure she took in things, and it never failed to amuse him. “That’s nice,” she purred breathily. Harry worked on her foot in silence for a minute, chuckling at the way she acted. 

Daphne was the mistress of the house in every way except in name. She kept Astoria in line, rearranged everything to her liking, and never bothered to ask Harry’s opinion about any of it. He pretended to mind, but there was something comforting about her total lack of apology. When she wanted something, she took it. 

She hummed contentedly, and her head tilted back against the armrest. Her hair spilled over the side of the couch in a silky black sheet. She kept her eyes closed, content to let Harry keep working. He switched feet after a while, and she made a soft noise of protest, but it faded into a sigh as soon as he began to work on it.

“You spoil me, you know,” she said, without opening her eyes.

“I hardly think a foot rub counts as spoiling,” Harry replied.

“Of course it counts, but that’s only because you’re so good at it.” She opened one eye just enough to look at him, and the fire reflected in her dark eyes. “Besides, it’s not like you get nothing out of it.”

Harry snorted. “You think I look forward to coming home and massaging your feet?”

“I know you do,” she shot back. “You’d be miserable without me.” She teasingly wiggled her toes against his hand.

Harry gripped her ankle and squeezed, making her yelp, but then he relented and started rubbing again. “If you really cared, you’d be the one massaging my shoulders after the day I’ve had.”

Daphne stretched her arm out dramatically and draped her fingers across her forehead, as if the very suggestion was too much for her to bear. “Alas, I’m too delicate for such things,” she said, but then her smile turned sly. “You’ll have to make do with this.”

Before Harry could respond, the door to the den swung open again, and Astoria barged in like she owned the room. She wore a midriff-bearing t-shirt that left her stomach bare, and a black thong that only covered half her smooth, puffy mound. Her hair was gathered in a messy knot at the top of her head, and he could tell that her makeup had just been removed. Without makeup, Astoria was naturally beautiful. 

She stopped short when she saw Harry and Daphne on the couch, and she smirked amusedly. 

“Look at you two,” Astoria drawled. “You’re like an old married couple.”

Daphne rolled her eyes but didn’t move her feet. “Jealous much?”

Astoria ignored her. She crossed the room and planted herself on the armrest next to Harry. She peered down at him, and her lips pulled up at the corners. “I didn’t think you’d be home this early,” she said. “I figured you’d be at least two pints deep by now.”

“Not tonight,” Harry said with a weary smile. “I think I’m getting old.”

Astoria snorted. “You … getting old? Spare me.” She slid her hand behind his neck and started gently toying with his skin. “You look like death warmed over. Want me to make you a drink?”

“I’ve tasted your drinks. I’d rather you just kill me now and get it over with,” Harry joked.

Astoria smiled cheekily. “No can do. Daphne would never forgive me.”

Daphne grinned, but didn’t interrupt. She just lifted her hips and prodded Harry in the stomach with her foot, wordlessly reminding him not to stop. Daphne stretched out across the couch like a queen, content to let Harry work on her feet, while Astoria perched on the armrest next to him. Outside was cold and dark, and the wind howled against the thick glass windows. Inside, the den was warm, and he had the company of two very sexy, scantily-clad women. He supposed things could be worse. 

It wasn’t until Harry shifted in his seat that Astoria finally spoke again. “So, are you going to tell us why you’re in such a mood, or do we have to guess?”

Harry hesitated. He didn’t want to bring this stuff home with him, but the memory of the day’s annoyances was still fresh and sour in his mind. “It’s just the usual Ministry bullshit,” he finally stated. “They want me to travel to France and give another speech next week … something about international cooperation and unity. I don’t even know what that means anymore.”

Astoria snorted. “It means they want you to look pretty in front of the cameras so they can feel better about themselves.”

Daphne nodded, not bothering to open her eyes. “She’s right, you know. You’re their golden boy. You’re now officially The Man Who Looks Good On A Poster.”

“They’re not wrong,” Astoria said with a cheeky smile. “You do look good on a poster.”

Harry smiled at her. “Flattery gets you nowhere.”

Astoria just grinned back and reached out to ruffle his hair. “You’re so easy to wind up. Let me help you relax.”

Astoria wasn’t messing around. She raked her fingers through her dark hair, shook it free of its tie, and let the glossy strands tumble down her shoulders and back. There was a glint of naughtiness in her eyes as she gripped the hem of her shirt. Then she peeled it upward and over her head, baring her chest. Her perky tits bounced and jiggled, delighting Harry to no end. Her light pink areolas were only a few shades darker than the rest of her pale skin, and tips were studded with steel barbells that gleamed in the firelight. Exposure to the air puckered her nipples, causing them to rapidly stiffen. She amusedly watched Harry’s reaction, and she was quite pleased that he seemed to greatly enjoy the show she was putting on. 

Daphne’s feet were still on Harry’s lap while Astoria advanced. Astoria knelt on the carpet and wedged herself between the coffee table and the couch. She set her hands on Harry’s thighs and pushed Daphne’s feet aside with blunt force. “Excuse you,” she unapologetically stated. Daphne yelped in protest, but Astoria ignored her and focused on the main event. She flashed Harry an impish smile and licked her lips.

Daphne shot her an indignant glare. “I was comfortable,” she snapped, but Astoria just stuck out her tongue and bent her head toward Harry’s crotch.

Astoria made quick work of his belt. She yanked the belt free, then quickly undid his trousers. Harry lifted his hips up to help her, and she shimmied his pants and boxers down in one go. His thick cock was already hardening, and it slapped softly against his abdomen as Astoria freed it. She wrapped her cool hands around the shaft and held it upright with the reverence of a sacred artifact.

She glanced up at Harry and smirked. “You look like you need this,” she said.

Harry raised an eyebrow and tried to play it cool, but the truth was that he couldn’t wait to feel her hot lips wrapped around him. It had been a long, miserable day, but the sight of a topless Astoria holding his cock more than made up for it. 

Daphne huffed, scooted closer, and sat up on her knees on the couch. She crossed her arms under her breasts, feigned boredom, and watched with a critical eye.

Astoria leaned in and licked the underside of Harry’s cock, dragging her tongue from the base up to the tip. She paused there, letting her hot breath ghost over the swollen head. She then teased the slit with the tip of her tongue. She started slowly stroking his shaft and planted a kiss on the tip before looking up at him through her lashes.

“You’re such a slut,” Daphne said, rolling her eyes. 

Astoria smirked back at her. “Takes one to know one.” She popped the head into her mouth and hummed softly. Harry’s hand found the back of her head, and his fingers threaded through her soft, messy hair. She bobbed her head slowly, letting each inch slide over her tongue, and she twisted her wrist in time with each head bob. The fire crackled behind her, and the only sounds in the room were the wet, obscene noises of her mouth and Harry’s quiet sighs.

Daphne rolled her eyes but didn’t look away. She watched Astoria work while cutely biting her lip, and after a moment she slid her hand down her thigh. Her fingers lightly danced over bare skin. Her other hand played with the hem of her shorts, but she made no move to remove them … at least not yet. She just watched with an unreadable expression.

Astoria pulled off with a pop and grinned wolfishly. “Just lay back and relax,” she said, and then licked the tip before sinking her mouth around him again.

Harry let his head fall back, and he closed his eyes. The tension in his neck and shoulders dissolved as Astoria’s mouth and tongue worked him over. He tugged lightly on her hair, guiding her pace. 

Daphne shifted restlessly as she watched Astoria devour his cock. “Don’t hog him,” she ordered. She had come in here so Harry could make her feel good. Now Astoria was ruining her fun. 

Astoria popped off again and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “No one’s stopping you, princess. Join in if you dare.” She planted a lingering kiss on the tip of Harry’s cock and then stroked him lazily while she grinned up at her.

Daphne huffed and rolled her eyes again, but this time she smiled. She crawled forward on the couch, draping herself along Harry’s side, and kissed the corner of his mouth. “Don’t let her take advantage of you,” she said, brushing her soft lips along his cheek.

Harry chuckled and wrapped an arm around Daphne’s slim waist. “I’m pretty sure I can handle myself.”

Astoria giggled, then took him in her mouth again, bobbing her head with increased speed, and Daphne leaned in to kiss Harry. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, and she moaned when he started massaging it with his. She slid her hand under his shirt and gently scratched his chest with her expensively manicured nails. It seemed that all of Harry’s problems just evaporated. Sure, the two women in his home were insanely expensive to keep happy, but they more than made up for it in times like these. 

Astoria kept flicking and swirling her tongue while her hand pumped in time with her powerful sucking action. She glanced up occasionally to check Harry’s expression, and each twitch of pleasure made her work harder. Daphne, meanwhile, took his hand and placed it on her inner thigh. She opened her legs, letting him know what she wanted. 

Harry responded by shoving his hand down the front of her shorts. Daphne gasped and mewled cutely as his fingers found her pantyless pussy. Astoria pulled back to catch her breath. Her lips were swollen, and her eyes were alight with mischief. “How’s your day now?” she asked, stroking him idly.

Harry smiled down at the gorgeous girl. “Considerably better.”

Daphne snickered, then kissed the tip of his nose. “You’re welcome.”

Astoria smirked, then dove back down to envelope his cock. This time she took him even deeper. Harry felt his cock slip down her throat, and she didn’t gag. She just swallowed his cock and hummed as her cheeks hollowed out. Harry groaned from the pleasure. Daphne’s eyes fluttered as his fingers slid back and forth between her wet, slippery folds. “You’re really good at that.”

Astoria showed no sign of slowing down. She bobbed her head up and down Harry’s cock, swallowing him to the base. With each pass, she worked her tongue in a swirling, teasing motion along the sensitive underside. Harry felt the pleasure coiling in his belly, but he was determined not to cum yet. He was enjoying himself too much to end it early. 

Daphne had decided to shed any pretense of patience. She wriggled her hips and peeled down her tiny shorts. She didn’t bother with finesse. She wanted them off, and she wanted it now. She kicked the shorts into a corner, and sighed now that her pussy was freed. She then grabbed the hem of her camisole, and she yanked it over her head, exposing her perky breasts. Her nipples were hard and aching to be touched, and she didn’t hesitate to cup them. She played with her own nipples as she eyed Harry with a hungry smirk.

When Harry slid his fingers into her, Daphne gasped. She was sopping wet, and he could feel the heat radiating from her body while her inner walls rippled around his fingers. He curled his fingers, finding the spot that always made her toes curl, and he stroked her there, making her squirm. Daphne’s eyes fluttered, and her breath came out in short, frantic huffs. She bucked her hips in rhythm with the curling of his fingers, and she ground herself shamelessly onto his knuckles.

Astoria didn’t like being upstaged, so she took Harry even deeper. She let her nose brush against his pelvis, and she moaned around his cock. The vibrations made Harry’s vision blur at the edges, and he had to fight to keep his composure. Astoria’s hands gripped his thighs, and her nails dug into his skin with every swallow. When she pulled off for a moment, her lips were swollen and glistening with saliva, and she flashed Harry a wicked grin before diving back down.

Daphne was already teetering on the edge, and her moans grew louder as Harry continued to play her like an instrument. She bit her lip, fixing Astoria with an unimpressed look. She was about to toss out a subtle insult on Astoria’s oral skills, but her words dissolved into a squeal when Harry pressed his thumb against her clit and began to circle it.

Their rivalry reached a fever pitch. Daphne snaked one leg over the back of the couch, spreading herself wide and shamelessly while clutching at Harry’s wrist. She wasn’t trying to slow him down. In fact, she was encouraging him to go deeper, faster, and harder. “Yes, yes, just like that,” she moaned, making Astoria jealous. 

Astoria increased her pace until she was making a “GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK” sound. Every time she pulled off the head, she’d swirl her tongue around the tip, then plunge herself back down until her lips met the base. She put on a show, clearly aware that Daphne was watching, and that Harry was about to lose it.

Daphne was nearing her limit, and her thighs trembled with the effort to keep herself open and exposed. Harry’s fingers worked her pussy with relentless speed, and the wetter she got, the more he used her slickness to tease her. Astoria, sensing her own victory in the contest, squeezed his cock at the base and picked up her tempo. The obscene wet sounds of her mouth filled the room, mixing with Daphne’s gasps and the filthy squelch of her pussy.

Suddenly, Harry twisted his hand, and Daphne’s entire body went rigid. Her mouth dropped open as a squeal caught in her throat, and her eyes rolled back. The orgasm tore through her like a lightning bolt, and her pussy clenched hard around his fingers. She barely had a second to brace herself before her body betrayed her. She exploded, squirting a violent stream across the couch. She drenched Harry’s hand and the cushions beneath her.

The trajectory, however, was less than precise. A jet of Daphne’s release shot straight out, splattering Astoria directly across the face. “EEEK!” Astoria cried out around his cock, but she didn’t stop what she was doing. If anything, she doubled down, greedily swallowing every inch of Harry’s cock.

The squeezing of Astoria’s throat pushed Harry over the edge. He let out a strangled groan, and the muscles in his thighs and abdomen tensed as he came hard. Astoria’s mouth filled with thick, hot cum, and she didn’t waste a drop. She kept her lips around the head as she swallowed, gulping everything down, and when she finally let him go, she licked the last of it from her lips.

“Holy fuck,” Astoria muttered as she caught her breath. She wiped the back of her hand across her cheek and flicked droplets of Daphne’s pussy juice onto the carpet. “You could have warned me, you absolute cow.”

Daphne, who was still trembling from her orgasm, tried to muster a comeback, but all she could do was giggle. She collapsed against Harry’s chest, nuzzling into the crook of his arm where she sighed deeply. Astoria dropped down next to Harry, and he wrapped both girls into his embrace, pulling them close.

The three of them cuddled together on the couch as the fire crackled and the storm outside raged. Astoria finally broke the silence. “You’re cleaning the couch, you dumb slut,” she declared, fixing Daphne with a stern, pointed glare.

Daphne snorted and rolled her eyes. “You’re just jealous that you didn’t get to cum.”

Harry couldn’t help but laugh. He caressed Astoria’s smooth thigh. “Don’t worry. The night’s still young.” Astoria stuck her tongue out at Daphne and cuddled deeper into Harry’s embrace.