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October 2023 Exclusive Poll Winner - Newlyweds - Harry/Daphne
🕑 Added 2023-10-15 15:59:01 +0000 UTCColourful flower petals danced on the wind that ran through the valley behind Greengrass Manor. Sloping green hills surrounded an open clearing, which was ringed with massive standing stones. A flat stone platform sat beneath the standing stones, and it was carved with what seemed like thousands of tiny runes. Despite the grooves in the stonework, no one stumbled or tripped over them thanks to how minuscule they were.
As birds flew overhead, the runes ignited as one beneath the feet of the dozens of guests here today. Blues and greens pulsed brightly, and then they suddenly disappeared.
Despite the visual disappearance, Harry could still feel that the runes were active. The ambient magic they put into the air made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, but it felt nice strangely enough. Unlike a response from fear or worry, the magic made him feel welcomed.
Harry supposed that it made sense that they were making him feel welcomed now on the day of his wedding. After all, he was marrying the love of his life, Daphne Greengrass, and their second son would be the heir to the Greengrass family and all of its lands and holdings in time. It wouldn’t do if the wards that protected property around Greengrass Manor tried to keep him away.
“Did you feel that?” A whisper came from his left.
As Harry turned to look at his betrothed, he felt his breath being taken away once again. Daphne was a beautiful witch to be sure, but she seemed to be practically glowing today.
The white-lace wedding dress that Daphne was wearing clung to all of her curves perfectly. The bodice was conservative while still retaining a slight cut down the middle in between her breasts, showing off the creamy skin through a translucent piece of fabric. Her back was mostly bare other than the fabric that went around her neck. The flower-shaped, lacy decorations around her neck and shoulders were similarly translucent and dotted with ivory-coloured beads. The skirt of her dress flared out nicely, though it did obscure the classic white heels that Daphne had spent ever-so-long picking out.
Even though the dress truly was a work of art, it was only made so due to Daphne’s natural beauty. Her blond hair was nicely pinned up on top of her head with a few elegant curls framing her pretty face. Her makeup was modest, mainly used to highlight her natural features and her stunning blue eyes. But what Harry was really drawn to was that beautiful smile on her lips and the look of love in her eyes when she stared at him.
“I did feel it,” Harry smiled back at her. “You’re home’s welcoming me.”
“It only took nineteen years,” Daphne chuckled. “I figured that the marriage contract would have been enough to get the wards to welcome you.”
He had expected that too, as had Daphne’s parents. The marriage contract had been signed the year before he and Daphne were born. It had been a way of designating a pact between the Potter and Greengrass family’s during Voldemort’s first reign, and it was designed to act as a safeguard in case either family was in danger of being wiped out. Even though it had been written up carefully by both parties and overseen by one of the best magical legal firms in London, marriage contracts rarely ever did what you expected of them.
Magic was a gift and a curse. It was still so mysterious, and even the brightest minds in the world couldn’t hope to fully explain everything that it did. Marriage contracts were one of those time-honoured traditions that had fallen out of favour due to magic’s influence.
You see, when a marriage contract is signed, both family’s magics are imbued in it. The way that the two magics meld often leads to unanticipated consequences. They are rarely awful per se, but they do lead to situations where the contractees have to adapt to magic’s will.
One of those situations was such that Harry was not accepted by the Greengrass family magic until the actual marriage ceremony, despite the explicit instructions in the contract for Harry to be accepted long beforehand.
Another one was much more frustrating though, especially once Harry and Daphne started dating when they were teenagers.
In an effort to retain the sanctity of the marriage contract, it was explicitly mentioned that both Harry and Daphne had to remain pure with one another. The intention had been for them to not be able to perform any sexual activity with anyone else besides each other. Unfortunately, magic once again twisted things.
After one night where Harry’s hand had wandered a little too far and he was subsequently sent flying across the room, he and Daphne both learnt of the unexpected twist to the contract: neither of them were allowed to participate in any sexual activity with each other until they were married.
It had been horribly embarrassing trying to explain the situation to Daphne’s parents. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, they had done their best to try to resolve the situation. However, all legal experts they consulted concluded that Harry and Daphne would be unable to do more than kiss until they were married.
Thus ensued several painful years of waiting and countless nights spent relieving themselves alone. Naturally, Sirius, Harry’s godfather, didn’t miss a single opportunity to poke fun at their situation. Thankfully, Daphne’s parents were much more understanding about the situation.
But now, finally, they would be able to touch each other. Both of them had been eagerly awaiting this day, and given all that Daphne promised him they’d get up to after the wedding ceremony was done, he just wanted to hurry this whole thing up and get back to their room at the private beach house that Sirius had bought for them as a wedding gift.
The officiator, Dedalus Diggle, cleared his throat and gave a gentle flick of his wand. Suddenly, thin streams of golden light shot out of his wand and wrapped around both of Harry and Daphne’s forearms.
“The bride and groom may now join hands,” he directed them, his voice booming out across the assembled crowd.
Harry turned to Daphne, glancing down quickly at his black dress robes to make sure that he still looked perfectly presentable for this most important moment. Daphne turned to face him as well and extended out her hands to him.
“I love you,” Harry mouthed to her as he took her hands in his.
Daphne beamed at him with love as the golden light around each of their forearms bound to each other and pulled the two of them close together. They ended up with their foreheads against each other’s and their hands trapped in between their bodies.
“With magic having confirmed the love between these two, I now pronounce them man and wife!” Dedalus shouted.
Their lips touched, and Harry fell into the blissful experience of having his wife in his arms for the first time. He knew instinctively that there wasn’t anything really different from the last time they’d embraced like this, but it felt so monumental to finally be a married man. Daphne was his wife, she would bear his children, and they would live happily ever after together.
After several seconds of kissing, Harry pulled back, and the two of them turned to wave at the crowd of well-wishers for a moment before the portkey in Harry’s robes activated and the two of them were whisked away.
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“So, husband,” Daphne said sultrily, still high on the thrill of their marriage. Her hands were trailing down his chest as they stood in their bedroom. The open balcony windows showed the setting sun over the blue ocean, but neither of them had eyes for anything except for each other. “We’re finally alone now.”
“So we are,” Harry grinned, planting a kiss on Daphne’s lips. She moaned into the kiss, and her hands dropped down to his waistband.
“I think we’ve both waited long enough for this,” she said eagerly. “Now that we’re married, we can touch each other as much as we want. And I intend to get my fill of you.”
“That makes two of us,” Harry chuckled as he ran his hands up Daphne’s sides. He reached the back of her dress, where a hidden button was holding the collar of her dress in place. All it took was a simple pull and the collar came undone, but Daphne’s admirable bust kept the top of her dress in place. “I’ve been dreaming of this day for so long.”
“Well, we don’t need to waste anymore time dreaming,” Daphne told him. “I want to feel you inside of me.”
Harry’s cock throbbed at the need in Daphne’s voice. To feel so desired by this beautiful woman in front of him was making him lightheaded.
Seduction was something Daphne had always excelled at, but the last year had really transformed her into something else. After they graduated from Hogwarts, Daphne made it perfectly clear to Harry as to just how much she wanted him. He’d catch glimpses of her bare skin while she was on the way to the shower, she’d sit on his lap and move in just the right way to tease him, and most of all, she told him in explicit detail exactly what she wanted him to do to her.
It had all started after they moved into their own flat together. The chance to finally be alone without any risk of someone accidentally walking in on them had their libidos skyrocket. Knowing that they couldn’t touch each other yet, they had instead developed a way to circumvent magic’s will: masturbate in front of each other.
Daphne loved to tease him whenever she undressed herself. She toed the line of the contract by letting her warm breath mist across the head of his cock while he stroked himself. Best of all was when she was lying on her back with her entire body on display to him. She loved to touch her body all over and ask Harry what he’d do to her right now if he was able to touch her. Then, she’d do exactly what he’d say. She’d moan his name when she stuck her fingers inside of her pussy, and when her orgasm hit her, her voice would turn into a scream.
It hadn’t taken more than a few weeks before Harry proposed to her.
The details of the wedding had taken a terribly long time to iron out. Many of their friends were off on adventures and vacations after graduating, and Daphne was desperate to make her wedding day just the way she’d always imagined it in her mind. But they finally got there, and now they could both satisfy their deepest cravings.
Daphne’s fingers undid Harry’s clothes faster than he could have ever imagined. He couldn’t help but wonder if she practised or something, because she had him out of his robes and down to just his pants in what seemed like seconds.
Unlike her, Harry was taking his time. Daphne’s wedding dress was too beautiful just to ruin, and he loved feeling her warm body beneath his hands. He slowly started unclasping the hidden buttons that ran down her lower spine.
“Here,” Daphne said impatiently, pulling back and pulling the dress down haphazardly. “It was a pain to get into, but I can slip it off pretty easily.”
Harry gasped when he saw Daphne’s lingerie. Her large breasts were covered by a lacy white bralette, and she had a matching pair of panties on that looked so easy to tear off.
But before Daphne did that, she stood back up to her full height and looked at him.
“Well, what do you think?” She asked with a knowing smirk.
“You’re beautiful,” Harry said breathlessly. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear that you had some Veela blood in you.”
That wasn’t an exaggeration; Daphne was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Her body was a work of art. Every curve was just right, her creamy skin was flawless, and the seductive look on her face just oozed sex appeal. There was no one who could even compare in Harry’s mind.
“Good answer,” Daphne giggled. Her thumbs hooked under the straps of her bralette, and she slowly slid them off of her shoulders. Her arms were pressed tightly against her breasts, squeezing them together and pushing them up as the cups fell away from her.
Harry didn’t even realise that he was reaching out to touch Daphne until his hand was on her breast. As the cups covering her fell away and her small, rosy-pink nipples revealed themselves, he just couldn’t wait another second to see what they felt like in his hand.
Daphne pushed her chest out against his hand and let out a delicate moan. “I’ve waited so long for this,” she sighed happily.
“I guess we should stop here then so that you can really savour the moment,” Harry joked.
Daphne narrowed her eyes at him. “Not on your life. I won’t be satisfied until neither of us can walk anymore.”
It was hard to argue with her when she had that lustful look in her eyes. The way her eyes roamed up and down his body before lingering on his crotch made him feel so desired by her, and that made him want to live up to whatever grand expectations she had of him.
Daphne slipped a couple fingers down the waistband of his pants and gave them a few gentle tugs downward. As soon as it slipped past his hips, they fell to the ground, and his cock bobbed in the air. He was fully hard, and Daphne licked her lips as she looked down at it.
“Every time you stroked yourself in front of me, I wondered what it’d feel like in my hand if I was the one doing it,” Daphne admitted. Her fingers tentatively reached towards him, and then she gently took him into her hand.
Harry moaned as Daphne’s hand wrapped around his shaft and she gave him a few test strokes. It was so different feeling someone else touching him for once, and it was incredible. Daphne’s smooth hands and long, delicate fingers felt delightful around him.
“I can’t wait to have this inside of me,” Daphne told Harry breathlessly. She gave him a few more tugs before she abruptly let go and took a few steps back. “In fact, I don’t think I can wait any longer.”
In one smooth motion, Daphne pulled down her lacy panties and leapt onto the bed. She landed on her back with her head up by the pillows. Her legs were spread wide apart, showing off her pretty pink pussy.
Even though he’d seen Daphne naked on her back like this in front of him so many times before, it felt like the very first time again. Maybe it was because he knew that they were finally going to have sex that he was feeling so worked up, but he didn’t particularly care. All that mattered was this beautiful woman in front of him and the love that they were about to share.
Harry climbed on top of Daphne eagerly as she wrapped her arms around the back of his head and pulled him in for a deep kiss.
“I’m not going to last very long at this rate,” he warned her as his cock prodded her thigh.
“I don’t care about that,” Daphne replied with a smile. “Even if you came the second you pushed inside of me, it would still be worth it. Besides, I’m sure that we’ll both be having more than one orgasm before the night is through.”
The two of them kissed long and hard while Daphne’s hands found Harry’s cock. It still felt so surreal to finally be able to touch and be touched by her like this. When the tip of his cock brushed across her lips, Harry gasped and stilled in place. He could feel the heat radiating from her core, and even the wetness, despite knowing to expect it, felt like such a physical shock to him in the most pleasant way.
“You are perfect,” Harry told Daphne as he kissed her again.
“Then show me,” Daphne replied breathlessly. “Make love to me, and show me just how perfect I am.”
Harry jerked his hips forward and entered Daphne for the very first time. Instantly, the tight grip and intense warmth of her walls made him want to cum inside of her, but he forced himself to hold on. He was barely inside of her, and he would be damned if he didn’t at least give her a good time before he came.
Daphne’s mouth opened wide and she let out a low moan as Harry sank into her further. Her fingers clawed at his back and her pussy clenched hard around his cock when he was halfway inside of her.
“Fuck,” Daphne breathed out. “You feel so big and hot inside of me.”
Daphne’s erotic words made Harry groan and push the rest of the way inside of her. She gasped as he suddenly filled her up.
Feeling so completely surrounded by Daphne’s tight, hot, wet pussy left Harry reeling from the pleasure. She was perfection incarnate, and she was all his.
“Go on,” Daphne urged him needfully. “I want you to fuck me the way you’ve always dreamed about.”
So, Harry did. He started slow at first as he got used to pumping his hips back and forth. It was made even harder by how pleasurable Daphne’s pussy felt around him. It was like her pussy was massaging his cock as he thrust in and out of her.
But as good as that felt, watching Daphne beneath him brought him even more pleasure. She kept kissing him and even wrapped her legs around his waist so that he couldn’t escape. Her face was alight with bliss as Harry made love to her, and her soft, delicate moans made his body tingle all over.
Harry worked up his pace, making long and deep thrusts that filled Daphne’s tight pussy up in an instant. He was moving faster now, and he could feel Daphne’s breasts bouncing beneath his chest.
“Yes, Harry,” Daphne moaned. “Fuck me.”
Harry groaned, feeling himself nearly reach the point of no return. Apparently, Daphne felt the way his cock jumped inside of her, because her eyes snapped open and met his gaze.
“Do you like that?” She cooed as Harry continued to fuck her. “Do you like it when I tell you to fuck me?”
“Merlin, Daph,” Harry replied quietly as he closed his eyes tight and tried to hold off the inevitable.
Daphne leaned in close enough to his ear that he could feel her warm breath on his skin. “You know you want to cum in me, don’t you?” She whispered softly. “Do it.”
Harry couldn’t hold back any longer. His hips jerked forward hard, and he exploded inside of her pussy. Wave after wave of pleasure rushed through him, and all the while Daphne was peppering his lips with kisses and tightening up her pussy around his cock as he spewed burst after burst of cum inside of her.
When he finally finished, Harry was still fully hard inside of her. He could feel the wetness of his seed mixing with her juices and coating the inside of her pussy around him.
“That felt incredible,” Daphne breathed out excitedly. “Every time your cock throbbed inside of me, it felt like our heartbeats were connected for a second.”
“Did it?” Harry chuckled as he caught his breath. “I think I was too caught up in how good you felt around me to notice.”
“We’ll just have to try again, now won’t we?” Daphne grinned at him.
In seconds, Daphne was on her hands and knees in front of Harry and he was grabbing onto her arse as he thrust back inside of her pussy. The sweet feeling of sex left both of them moaning as Harry worked back up to the pace he had set before.
Harry had always known that he’d really liked Daphne’s heart-shaped bum, but all of his previous admiration paled in comparison to the feeling of her cheeks directly below his fingers and the sight of them rippling every time he slammed his cock deep inside of her.
“Your arse is simply divine,” he told her as he gave it a playful smack.
“I know,” she winked back at him over her shoulder. Her face was sweaty, but she had never looked more beautiful to him. “Now, show me how much you love it by making both of us feel good.”
Harry gave her everything he had. He shagged her like it was the last chance that they’d ever have, using all of his strength to perfectly control the pace exactly how he wanted it. Daphne’s pussy felt as tight as when he first entered it, and her cute moans egged him on to really give it hard to her.
“Please, Harry, more,” Daphne moaned as she buried her face into the bedding. With her head down and her back arched, it really made her arse stand out even more than it already did.
“Anything for you, my love,” Harry groaned as he slammed forward again.
Harry pounded into Daphne’s pussy as sweat dripped down his face. He fucked her hard and fast for several minutes, both of them enjoying the feeling of each other’s bodies bringing each other as much pleasure as they could handle.
When Daphne let out a whimper, Harry knew that something was different.
“Are you alright?” He asked as he slowed down his thrusts.
“Yes,” Daphne managed to shakily get out. “Keep going; I’m so close.”
A thrill shot through Harry that he was about to make his wife cum for the very first time. He immediately went back to fucking her hard and holding tightly onto her arse so that he didn’t accidentally send her flying off the end of the bed.
Daphne’s muffled cries of pleasure continued to ring out. It was hard to hear what she was saying, but Harry didn’t miss the words that escaped her lips when her voice grew louder.
“I’m gonna cum!” Daphne screamed into the bedding.
Suddenly, Daphne’s pussy became impossibly tight around Harry’s cock. It was so much that he couldn’t help but moan himself and slam as deep as he could into her. Her walls were spasming around his cock so much, and it only took a couple of seconds before Harry felt them coax his cock to cum inside of her again.
There was an intense burst of pleasure as Daphne’s pussy squeezed his cock and he exploded inside of her. He fired a thick load of his hot seed deep inside of her pussy, giving her her second creampie of the night. Both of them relished in their pleasure until they finally finished and exhaustion overtook their minds and bodies.
They both fell onto bed together, their heads hitting the pillows at the same time. Their chests were heaving as they fought to catch their breaths, but sleep came easily now that they finally had the skin-to-skin contact that they both so desperately craved.
But sleep did not last long. Little more than a couple hours later, Harry awoke to the feeling of wetness around his cock. He blinked away the sleep and tried to shift himself so that he could see what was going on, but he couldn’t move with Daphne’s weight on his chest.
“I couldn’t wait till morning,” she moaned in his ear as she sank down on his cock again. Her pussy was practically throbbing with need around his hard cock. “I thought you’d like a pleasant wakeup rather than listening to me masturbate beside you.”
This was definitely the more preferential outcome. Harry’s hands found her arse and he squeezed those two plump cheeks in his hands happily. As tired as he was, he wasn’t going to say no to this.
“You thought right,” he replied huskily. “You can wake me up anytime like this.”
“Careful,” Daphne grinned. “You have no idea how many nights I lie awake dreaming about you fucking me.”
“Then I guess we’ll have plenty of sleepless nights ahead,” Harry countered.
Daphne chuckled and sat up to her full height. With only the moon’s glow streaming in from the nearby windows, she looked like a silhouetted goddess sitting on his lap. Her breasts jiggled beautifully as she bounced on his cock once.
“Don’t feel ashamed if I wear you out,” Daphne teased him as she started to ride him faster now. Her hips moved in a smooth, circular motion as she glided up and down his shaft. “I’ll never be able to have enough of you.”
“Funny, I thought about saying the same thing,” Harry laughed.
Daphne laughed along with him, enhancing the way her breast bounced on her chest. Harry reached up and grabbed them, feeling her hardened nipples under the pad of his thumb. Daphne moaned at his touch and slammed herself down harder on his cock, making a noisy sound as their flesh smacked against each other’s.
As she planted her hands on his chest, Daphne started riding him faster. The feeling of her tight lips dragging up and down his shaft was simply divine, and Daphne was clearly loving it just as much as he was. Her face was twisted in ecstasy, and her jaw was hung open.
“Get your hands on my hips,” Daphne ordered him before she let out another moan. “I want to ride you even faster, and I need your help.”
Harry’s hands reluctantly left her breasts and descended down to her luscious hips. As soon as he grabbed hold of her, he helped guide her up and down faster and faster.
“Fuck yes!” Daphne screamed as she bounced on his cock. “Merlin, this is just so amazing!”
“I love you,” Harry groaned. He was thrusting up into her now as she descended onto him, and the scream that came from Daphne’s lips told him that it was all worth it.
“I love—fuck,” Daphne cried out. “I love you too! Fuck, Harry, I’m cumming! I’m cumming on your—”
Daphne’s voice faded into a high-pitched squeal as her pussy started to spasm around Harry’s cock. She was barely in control of her body as she collapsed down onto his chest, but Harry was so close to his own orgasm that he kept thrusting up into her. Feeling her pussy squeeze his cock in an unpredictable pattern made Harry lose himself in his pleasure easily, and before Daphne’s orgasm finished, he was cumming inside of her again.
The night repeated much like this. Every couple of hours, Harry awoke to the feeling of his insatiable wife on top of him again. She always had a bright smile and an encouraging word for him as she rode his cock. A couple times, Harry flipped her over and took control—much to both of their delights—but Daphne always ended back up on top in the end.
By morning, Harry felt exhausted and dehydrated. When he woke, the sun was just cresting over the horizon, and Daphne had her pussy wrapped around his cock again.
“Morning, lover,” she smiled as she leaned down to kiss him.
Harry kissed her back and sighed. “I don’t think I can keep going like this, love.”
A sly smirk came across Daphne’s lips. “Looks like I win then,” she winked at him.
