Amour Et Officium Chapter 7

Content Warnings: Teasing, Threesome, Cum Play, Breast Play, Lactation, Deflowering.

They emerged from the bathroom to discover Harry had rotated the armchair he had been sitting on. He was lounging on the comfortable chair, looking out the window at the empty street below them with a quiet, contemplative look on his face.

“S-sir?” Sue called out, her voice hoarse. It somehow felt wrong to call him anything other than sir or daddy, especially after the conversation they’d had earlier in the night. The thought of calling her future husband by his first name, especially in the privacy of their own bedroom didn’t even cross her mind. “Are you alright?” she asked, clearly worried that her performance had disappointed him.

Harry turned to look at his wives, a content smile on his face. “I am, sweetling. I’m just… thinking.”

“It’s just post-nut clarity, little raven. I wouldn’t worry too much.” Daphne strutted over to the bed and sat down on the corner facing her husband, using her hold on Sue’s wrist to pull her along. She wrapped an arm around the smaller girl’s waist and pulled her naked body into her lap.

“What’s post-nut clarity?” Sue asked, her voice brimming with curiosity. Hers was a world of books and experiments, one cut off from most human interactions. The only person she had been close enough to talk to about such things was Luna, and sexual conversations with her fellow Ravenclaw always tended to be… odd. (Sue very much doubted swallowing cum was the correct treatment for a krimpuck infestation of the stomach. Or that there even existed such a thing as a krimpuck.) Despite her… current situation, her innate hunger for all manner of knowledge was insatiable. And, she reminded herself, Daphne had promised to teach her, had she not?

“How long did the hat take to put you in Ravenclaw?” Daphne asked, sounding amused. Out of all the things she could be curious about, the girl wanted to know more about post-nut clarity. Daphne smiled and pulled Sue’s head down to rest on her shoulder, trying to ignore the annoying feeling in her chest that she had only felt to date when she looked at Harry.

Must. Not. Catch. Feelings.

Her husband’s other partners were supposed to be her rivals, all of them jockeying for influence and power in a never-ending struggle for relevance. She had determined long ago to ruthlessly crush them all as soon as an opportunity presented itself to remind them (and Harry) that there could only be one of them at the top. Only one of them could grace his arm at Balls and Ministry Functions.

It was what she had been taught. It was the way things had been done for centuries now.

Well, we’ll need to figure out something new because I can’t be ruthlessly mean to someone who is looking at me like this.

Sue was looking at her mistress with big, warm brown eyes filled with adoration and worship, and even Daphne, ever so stubborn, had to admit to herself that Sue Li was bloody good for a Slytherin’s ego.

Harry’s quiet chuckle broke her out of her thoughts. “What?” she snapped, playfully growling at her husband.

“Do you remember that time we caught Sirius crying over an article in a muggle newspaper?”

“Yeah. He tried to convince us he was allergic to the salt Kreacher had sprinkled onto his pasta. He claimed he had inhalational allergies,” Daphne muttered, rolling her eyes. “I don’t remember what the article was about. Vintage motorbikes being scrapped en masse?”

Harry laughed out loud, shaking his head. “No, it was about a puppy who had fallen into a well. A viper spent hours guarding the little thing and scared every damn predator away from it.”

Daphne snorted. She understood very well just what he was trying to imply.

“Well, you wanted to know what post-nut clarity was, didn’t you sweetling? This is it. Men have an orgasm after barely satisfying their wives and suddenly think they’re the wisest man in the world with answers to every secret in the universe,” Daphne teased, her earlier fears completely forgotten as Sue’s presence helped her tap into her innate bratty nature. “Also, some men have regrets about the entire experience but that entire category can be defined as the men who are unfortunate enough to stumble into a sexual encounter with Amy Larkin or Lavender Brown,” she added, casually examining her perfectly manicured nails.

Harry spit out the water he had been sipping on, the bottle slipping from his hand and dropping to the floor as he flailed and slapped his chest.

“Am I wrong, daddy?” Daphne teased, winking at Sue.

“No… no, I had some rather intense post-nut clarity after my last time with Amy,” Harry wheezed, clearly knowing the right answer to the question.

“What about us?”

“Well, you could say that for us it’s that intense regret and loathing for the series of life choices that got us under a grunting old pureblood man with the same amount of sexual energy and creativity as my interest in Divination, but really, darling, that’s not the definition for us. For us, it’s when daddy does his job properly and fucks his wives hard enough that they pass out,” Daphne teased, trying to rile up Harry. The gentle twitch of his cock let her know that her efforts were… paying dividends.

“Like you.”

“Exactly, my sweet raven. But then he got lazy. Why’d you get lazy with Sue, daddy?” Daphne teased, her eyes sparkling playfully. “One round per night, is that all your wives can expect?”

Sue spoke up before Harry could. “Uhm… no! I mean, no you weren’t lazy sir! It was amazing. Out of this world. I mean, my legs cramped!” Sue giggled, then her expression turned to one of horror. “But in a good way! Perfectly good, oh my god this is so good way. You weren’t lazy-”

“She’s just trying to rile me up, Sue,” Harry interjected with an amused smile, cutting her off mid-ramble. “Trust me, this is us every night. You’ll see a lot more of it very soon.”

“Oh,” Sue mumbled sheepishly, hiding her face in Daphne’s shoulder.

“You have to tell us if something makes you uncomfortable, okay?”

“We’re incorrigible, sweetling. He’ll  ruin my hair and call me a slut all night, then bring me breakfast in bed in the morning. It's our way of being affectionate. Don’t take anything we say to heart,” Daphne murmured, kissing Sue’s head.

“Are you alright? Do you need anything?” Harry asked.

Sue nodded and was just about to request something to cover herself with when her stomach brought all conversation in the room to a grinding halt with a loud growl.

“Hungry?”

Sue looked up at Daphne and nodded quietly in answer to her question. “I skipped dinner because I kept worrying that I was going to run into daddy and I had no idea what I’d say so I used the time to jot down a speech.”

“It was a good one too,” Harry said, pointing to the parchment lying on top of the Daily Prophet on the nightstand. He slowly got to his feet, walking towards the rope attached to the small golden bell hanging next to the bed.

“What’re you doing?” Daphne asked, reaching out with a hand to stop him from ringing the bell.

“Calling Tom and asking him to get us some food.”

“At three in the morning?”

“Sirius said I could call anytime I wanted to.”

“Okay, well, we are not dragging Tom out of bed and to our bedroom. One, because I don’t want to see Tom in any capacity during my wedding night, and two, because Sue has everything she needs right in this room.”

Harry’s eyes flickered down to his semi-erect cock for a second, just long enough for Daphne to catch him.

“No, not that, husband dearest.” Daphne grinned. “Sucking off your husband to get him ready for round two is so gauche. I bet it’s something Pansy would do,” Daphne muttered under her breath. “No, good wives have other… more creative ways. Go sit,” she ordered, pointing to the armchair.

Harry acquiesced with a smile and a gentle shake of his head. Sue had watched the entire interaction with wide eyes, amazed at the ease with which the two interacted. Daphne was clearly (and willingly) submissive to her husband, but there was a certain desire to push against his authority that she lacked.

She made a mental note to ask Daphne if that was something expected of her when the two of them were alone. She doubted she could do it (mainly because the thought of living by both their rules made her rather happy and she had no real inclination to challenge them) but if it was absolutely necessary of her, she’d study Daphne and whatever books she could get her hands on and give it her best try.

Daphne gently turned her until she was facing the armchair and Harry. Her knee pushed in between Sue’s thighs and shoved her slender legs apart. Sue turned a dark red as she followed Harry’s gaze and realized her slightly gaping, freshly fucked pussy was on full view for him.

“So.” Daphne dipped a hand in between her spread thighs, slowly rotating her finger to capture the thread of Harry’s cum dangling from Sue’s cunt. “Can you explain the segue from Sue giving you a cutesy speech and her bouncing on your cock? I seem to have uh… missed a few steps there, daddy.”

She held the finger in front of Sue’s lips. Sue studied the sticky white substance coating her flawless skin, and she knew exactly what her mistress wanted her to do. She leaned forward and closed her lips around the digit, drawing it into her mouth and slowly swirling her tongue around it, sucking it clean. “M…mhmmmm,” Sue moaned, her eyes fluttering shut.

Daphne leaned forward, her lips inches from Sue’s ear. “Eyes open. Look at your husband. Don’t break eye contact,” she whispered, her hot breath tickling the Ravenclaw’s skin.

“Mhm,” Sue mumbled around the finger and opened her eyes.

The combination of Daphne’s dark, lust-laden eyes and Sue’s more innocent desire caused Harry’s cock to spring back to life, the thick shaft gently quivering as it started to harden.

“I did tell him we had better ways, didn’t I?” Daphne whispered. Sue giggled quietly.

Harry’s eyes followed Daphne’s hand as it dipped between Sue’s legs once more, gently wiping her thighs clean. “F-fuck,” Harry breathed, his eyes bulging at the sight of Daphne holding the cum-covered hand up in front of Sue’s face. His enthusiastic fiancee quickly started licking the hand clean, desperate to catch every last drop of his seed with her tongue before it dribbled to the floor and was wasted.

“A..Ah!” Sue moaned into Daphne’s hand, her eyes crisscrossing with surprise and pleasure at the sudden intrusion of two fingers inside her sore pussy.

“Do you want to tell daddy how his cum tastes, slut?” Daphne murmured, gently rotating her fingers inside Sue’s tight cunt.

“I-it… ah… I love it,” Sue mumbled, feeling a familiar haze start to cloud her brain. A touch from her mistress or a look from her daddy was enough for her brain to shut down. “Could have it every day,” she mumbled, eagerly lapping at the now-clean hand, hungry for more and desperate to find a spot she might have missed.

“My. What desperation. Such a needy, dirty little cumslut,” Daphne teased, chuckling as Sue leaned towards the hand without even thinking what she was doing when it was pulled away. Sue squealed quietly when Daphne gently slapped her cunt, coating her pussy lips with her own saliva.

“You want this?” Daphne held up the two fingers she had pulled out of her tight, wet womanhood, each digit coated with a mixture of her and Harry’s cum.

“Yes,” Sue said without a second of hesitation. There was no thinking, no analyzing the question before she answered. She was operating on pure, primal need, and she had never felt more liberated.

Harry was watching the entire interaction from the chair, his breathing ragged. His hand was subconsciously stroking his cock, coaxing it to its full size.

“Then admit it.”

“Admit what, mistress?” Sue asked shyly, although she could easily guess what was being asked of her.

“Admit what you are, slut. I want to hear it out loud,” Daphne murmured, slowly bringing the fingers closer to her lips.

“I’m a needy, dirty little cumslut,” Sue mumbled, her cheeks burning.

“Not to me, darling. I already know what you are. Don’t you think your husband deserves to know too?”

Sue cleared her throat, shaking with a mixture of fear, humiliation, and arousal. Things that did not work together on paper, and yet, here she was, afraid, humiliated, and aroused out of her mind. “I… I am a needy and dirty little cumslut, sir,” Sue admitted, moaning in delight as her face was stuffed with the fingers. She swirled her tongue around the skin, the saltiness of Harry’s cum intermingling with the tanginess of her own to provide her with the perfect meal.

It was finally too much for Harry to bear, and he got to his feet. He started to walk towards the women, only to be stopped in his tracks by a glance from Daphne.

“She hasn’t finished her meal, yet, daddy, and you haven’t told the story. After all, the story of how Sue Li became Sue Potter is a tale perfect for her bachelorette so I need all the details,” Daphne said. If she wanted the hard railing she had envisioned losing her virginity to, she needed her husband just a tad bit more riled up than he currently was. Daphne gently pulled the strap of her nightgown down her shoulder, exposing a heavy breast. The nipple had hardened into a crinkled pink nub and Daphne was honestly surprised it hadn’t started leaking. She had had to stop masturbating to Harry while wearing a bra on account of the amount she had ruined.

Daphne gently guided Sue’s head to her breast, letting Harry watch as the tiny dark-haired girl wrapped her lips around the nipple, looking up at Daphne for permission. She instinctively understood what was happening, although she was somewhat curious about the ‘how’.

“Suck, sweetling,” Daphne whispered, gently running her fingers through her long black hair. “O-oh… fuck! You’re a godsend, Sue!” Daphne groaned, the familiar pressure in her chest slowly easing away as the thick, sweet milk dribbled into her pet’s eager mouth. Sue eagerly suckled from the teat, moaning at the heavenly taste of the milk, only swallowing when her mouth was full and couldn’t hold anymore, trying her best to relish every drop that hit her tongue.

Daphne slowly freed her other breast before turning from Sue to Harry, giving him her best ‘come hither’ look.

“There’s a reason I was blessed with two, don’t you think, daddy?” Daphne whispered, her voice sultry and eyes lidded. “I bet you could do with some energy too. Taking two flowers in a single night must be so tiring…” She gently pinched her nipple, teasing out a drop of milk from it.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never thought of it. Perhaps when your princess has been particularly naughty? I can see it in your eyes, husband. You’ve thought of dumping her on the table like a common cow, letting all your wives and thralls and mistresses swing by and squeeze these every time they need some milk for their cereal,” Daphne whispered, gently massaging her large mound, drawing more and more milk from her rosy peak, letting the liquid stream down her skin.

Daphne let out a breathy moan as Harry’s hand connected with her shoulder, pushing her down on her back. Daphne made sure to wrap her arms around Sue to protect her from falling off. Sue was completely out of it, feasting on her mistress’ delicious bounty with her eyes closed.

“Merlin!” Daphne squealed at the roughness with which Harry attacked her nipple. His teeth clamped down on the swollen nub. He kept her pinned to the bed with a hand on her shoulder, leaning over her body as he began to nibble and suck, savoring every drop of milk squirted into his mouth.

“YES!” Daphne yelled, thrashing with pleasure. Her eyes fluttered shut, her entire body quivering at the assault on her breasts. On one side, her pretty little bird, gentle and loving, accepting the gift from her mistress. On the other, her brute of a husband, demanding and claiming what was his by right. “Merlin, yes please!” she squealed, her entire body going limp at the sudden orgasm rocking through her body. “Ah… fuck. I… you two… I!” she groaned as her back arched, her cum squirting out of her pussy and drenching both her lovers’ legs.

“Please daddy, please please please,” she begged, weak arms looping around his neck, tugging on him to pull him up, wishing to feel his lips on hers.

Harry happily obliged, capturing her swollen lips with his. Daphne parted her lips, her eyes fluttering open in surprise when she realized Harry’s tongue wasn’t the only thing invading her mouth. Harry transferred the milk he had been holding onto, letting his wife have a taste of herself.

Creamy. Sweet. So delicious.

She had a sudden desire to ensure that it was the only milk her lovers drank going forward.

“Phlease?” Daphne begged through a mouthful of milk, hoping Harry would understand. He needed to take her before she passed out again. She wasn’t leaving the room until their marriage was consummated and she doubted helping him fuck his other wife silly counted.

“I love you, princess,” Harry murmured, slowly pulling away.

“I love you too, daddy,” Daphne replied hoarsely, watching Harry effortlessly lift a reluctant Sue away from her breast and set her down on the floor. Daphne’s gray eyes remained fixed on the gentle bulge of his biceps, and she had a sudden desire to trace the rock-hard muscle with her tongue.

We have a month till the new term, she thought, lazily watching him grasp his throbbing manhood, slowly guiding it towards her dripping pussy. We find a room with a durable bed and barricade ourselves in.

“Fuck, you’re so BIG!” Daphne’s eyes went wide, Harry’s cock breaking her free of her thoughts with the same speed with which he shattered her virginity. She had screamed the last word, Harry giving her the same treatment she had meted out to Sue.

One savage thrust and he had ripped apart her curtain, stuffing her tight pussy with inch after inch of his impressive girth. Her walls desperately stretched around him, her overstimulated womanhood trying its best to accommodate her husband’s enormous size.

Slam-fucking. That’s what Tracey called it.

Most men barely had the talent to do normal fucking right, turning any attempted slam-fucks into a truly miserable experience for the poor woman.

Harry Potter was not most men.

He’s a league above every man, Daphne thought, confident she would lose her voice as his method of slowly pulling out, only to ram back in with as much force he could muster with no regard to her poor cunt elicited scream after scream from her.

His hand wrapped around her slender throat and he squeezed, cutting off the air she was already struggling to breathe. Her hands moved to his firm chest, weakly slapping it as if she was trying to push him off her.

He didn’t stop. They had a safeword, and he had heard the fantasy enough times to know how she’d react.

Sue watched the brutal deflowering of her mistress with fascination, wishing to take part yet having no idea how to. That is, until she spotted Harry’s balls slapping against Daphne’s ass with every thrust. She slowly crawled toward them, her tiny body easily fitting in between Harry’s parted legs. She tilted her head, licking her lips before leaning up and capturing his balls in the wet warmth of her mouth.

“A… a… Ah. Fuck!” Harry groaned, breaking character and collapsing on top of Daphne as Sue dutifully began to massage the massive orbs occupying her mouth with her tongue, applying the barest of pressure and intermixing it with the smallest of stimulation by grazing her teeth against his sensitive skin.

“A-are you alright, daddy?” Daphne asked, groaning in disappointment as the jackhammering stopped.

“Yes…” Harry rasped, chest heaving with every breath. “Just Sue.”

“She’s a good girl,” Daphne mumbled, her vision darkening as his hold cut off her air again. They were playing with fire. She knew that.

She just didn’t care.

“Unlike you,” Harry growled. He rammed back into her wet slit, her velvet walls immediately clamping around his girth in an iron vice. It felt like nothing he had ever done before. He’d never admit it to her, but it was only his willpower keeping him going, the urge to stuff her tight cunt with his seed and claim her as his growing stronger with every passing second.

Harry pulled out of her, only to push back deep inside, his tip brushing against her g-spot and making her see stars.

“Unghhhh.” Her head was on one side, tongue out, lolling as she panted. Her mind was gloriously blank and she was teetering on the edge of consciousness, determined to hold on until her husband finished and she could feel him inside her.

Harry lasted for a few more thrusts, her tightness and Sue’s gentle but determined massage of her balls proving too much for him to overcome.

He grasped Daphne’s chin, turning her to look at him. He smashed his lips against hers to drown out his roar as he pushed inside her one last time, his entire body shuddering as he filled her up with his seed.

Harry wordlessly collapsed on top of Daphne, letting her gently run her hand through his messy black hair while he tried to recover from his orgasm.

Whether recovering from such a world-changing event was possible, he was not sure.

Sue slowly scooting out from between his legs brought him back to his senses and he slowly stood, turning to face the petite black-haired girl.

He picked her up effortlessly, turning to the bed while holding her in his arms like she was weightless.

“Gimme,” Daphne mumbled, having pushed herself up to the comfortable pillows with considerable difficulty. She motioned with her hands, too tired (and content) to speak. All she wanted was to cuddle her puppy and bask in post-coital bliss.

Harry set Sue down next to Daphne before climbing into bed himself, slowly drawing the exhausted, cuddling girls into his chest.

Sue was sandwiched between the two of them, a position which she realized she very much liked. She rested her head on her mistress' breasts, the soft mounds a better pillow than anything the pub could offer.

“By the way, she won't be Lady Potter. She’ll be Lady Peverell,” Harry murmured with a yawn after blowing out the candle on the nightstand and pulling the warm blanket over their bodies.

Sue was already fast asleep, and Daphne kissed her forehead before turning to look at Harry. “Why didn’t I think of this before? That makes perfect sense!” She shut her eyes, letting sleep take her without bothering to explain.

Notes: 

Let the upload palooza begin! I'll be sharing between 3-6 updates till Sunday night. This was a big one, and a fun one at that. I enjoy writing a haughty Daphne who isn't a bitch. At the end of the day, she has a heart of gold. An amazing Patron of mine said it was difficult for me to top the hotness of my previous chapters and it made my day. But it also got me thinking... could I? *Makes that pose from Gladiator* Are you not entertained?!