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Daphne's Marriage Escape (Ch. 7 - A Perfect Ending)
🕑 Added 2025-02-04 00:47:47 +0000 UTCHarry stood at the altar, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum. He was dressed in elegant formal robes, his hair neatly styled, a look of nervous anticipation on his face. He could feel the eyes of the gathered crowd on him, but he only had eyes for the grand entrance, where the bride would soon make her appearance.
This is it, he thought to himself, his palms slightly sweaty as he fiddled with the cuffs of his robes. The moment I've been waiting for. The moment Daphne would be his forever.
The soft melody of a violin suddenly filled the air, signalling the start of the ceremony. The guests turned to watch as the doors to the grand hall opened, revealing Daphne, stunningly beautiful in her elegant white wedding gown, with a sweetheart neckline, delicate lace that shimmered under the soft light of the hall. She was a vision of pure, radiant beauty.
It was only when she stepped closer that Harry could see the tiny details of her outfit that really made her stand out. The corset seemed tighter than her last gown; emphasising her ample breasts, pushing them high and proud, with their peaks visible for all of their guests to gawk at. And it was only when Harry's eyes trailed down her hourglass figure that he realised that there were also two, long slits running down the sides of her dress, and all the way up to her hips. Not only did they give him a tantalising glimpse of the smooth, soft skin of her thighs, but they also highlighted one of Harry's favourite things about Daphne; that in her opinion, underwear was optional, and that seemed to extend even to the day of her marriage.
Her hair was styled in an intricate updo, with delicate curls framing her face, making her blue eyes shine. Her smile lit up the room, and as she was escorted down the aisle towards him, she looked at him as if he was the only person in the entire world. In her eyes was a love that seemed to burn him right through, a love that left him breathless and gasping for air.
As she caught the spark of desire in his eyes, she smiled knowingly, her gaze slowly trailing down the length of his body, like he was a tasty treat she couldn't wait to sink her teeth into. Her hips swayed gently with every step she took, the slits of her gown doing a very good job at teasing him with glimpses of her delectable skin; as if they wanted Harry to imagine how easy it would be to simply hike up that dress, and plunge balls-deep into her inviting pussy.
"Fuck," he whispered under his breath as he felt his cock swelling with desire in his robes, making a noticeable dent in his attire. He felt like he wanted to skip the whole ceremony, and just throw her on a table and fuck her. The guests would have no trouble finding the door out on their own, Harry was sure.
The moment Daphne finally reached his side, her delicate hand slipped into his, her fingers interlacing with his. Harry could feel the softness of her skin, the warmth of her touch, and he knew that he would never let her go. As he looked into her eyes, he saw his future reflected back at him.
The ceremony was a blur of vows and promises, of love and devotion, but finally, they reached the part Harry had been waiting for, the moment where he could finally call Daphne his wife. "You may now kiss the bride!" The officiator said.
Harry leaned in, one hand cupping Daphne's cheek as he pressed his lips to hers, the other finding its way into one of the gown's high slits, his fingers greedily digging into the soft, smooth flesh of her plump ass as the audience cheered around them. Daphne's lips parted for him, her tongue slipping into his mouth, eager for his taste, her eyes fluttering closed in delight as she rubbed herself shamelessly against his erection.
As they finally pulled away, Daphne looked up at Harry, her eyes shining with love, with lust, and with an unspoken promise. But the words that left her lips, were anything but sweet. "Please, Harry! Just tear this dress off of me and fuck me silly. I can't wait any longer!" She whimpered, her voice breathless, filled with need and desire. Harry's heart hammered in his chest as he heard her begging him, as he saw the way her cheeks had flushed a deep, delicious pink. And he knew, in that moment, that there was no way in the world that he'd be able to refuse her.
Holding her tight, Harry turned on the spot, leaving the wedding hall in the blink of an eye, as he apparated his new wife into his bedroom. Their bedroom, Harry corrected himself.
Finally in the privacy of his own bedroom, Harry wasted no time in speaking his mind. "Fuck, you look incredible, Daphne," he growled as he looked at her, his eyes tracing her every curve. "But I can't wait to get you out of this dress. I'm going to make you scream, my love, and I want every inch of you exposed as I do it."
Daphne smiled, her eyes locked with Harry's as she began to unlace her gown. "Then why wait?" She replied teasingly.
With a mischievous grin, Harry reached out for her, his fingers finding the top of the dress, the delicate laces of her corset. He pulled, and the dress seemed to tear down, her massive tits falling free, her nipples hard and erect as they came into view. He let the tattered remains of the gown fall to the floor, leaving his new wife in only a nice pair of high heels. They made the perfect picture of a sultry, seductive temptress, just waiting to be fucked senseless by his big cock.
Harry then wrapped his hands around her waist as he easily lifted her up, throwing her onto the mattress behind her. She landed on the soft bed with a bounce, her hair fanning out around her as she looked up at Harry with wide eyes, filled with anticipation and lust. He licked his lips, his eyes slowly trailing over her soft, smooth skin, taking in every inch of her beautiful, nude body.
Daphne moaned, her hips writhing against the sheets as she felt his hot eyes on her pussy. "Please," she moaned, her voice desperate. "I'm begging you, Harry. It's been too long! I need you inside me. I need to feel your thick, hard cock stretching me out. Fill me with that fat cock!"
With a growl, Harry complied, his hands making quick work of his outfit, ripping through the laces of his own trousers. His thick, hard cock finally sprang out, ready to sink into his wife's pussy, ready to fill her up the way only he could.
"You want my cock, Daphne?" Harry said, his voice husky as he finally stepped up to the bed, his cock bobbing hungrily in front of him like a lewd pendulum.
Daphne gasped as she looked at his cock, her eyes wide with anticipation. "Yes, Harry," she whimpered. "Fuck me with that fat cock. I need it. I need you."
Harry grabbed Daphne's legs, pushing them up and back so her pussy was fully exposed to him, and her legs were pressed either side of her head, squeezing her tits together in the process. Then, he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back towards him, lifting her lower body right off the bed as he pushed his cock against her entrance, the evidence of her desire coating his shaft.
Then, before she could even take a breath, he thrust into her, his cock stretching her out with practised ease, filling her up to the brim. Daphne's screams of pleasure filled the room, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her as she writhed against him, her hips bucking against his.
"Fuck, I'll never get tired of this, Daphne," Harry groaned, his hands tightening around her ankles, bending her in half as he began to move inside her, his cock thrusting in and out of her pussy.
"Harder, Harry!" Daphne moaned, her voice breathless. "Harder, please! Fuck me like you mean it! Fill me with that fat cock until it's dripping from every hole!"
Her words were like music to his ears. "As my wife commands," he replied, before thrusting into her even harder, his balls slapping against her ass as he pounded into her.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Daphne screamed, her body writhing beneath him. "Fuck me, Harry! Fuck me like a slut, like your slut!"
Damn right she is, Harry thought to himself as he continued his quest, his eyes roaming over her squished tits, watching as the flesh moved with every thrust he gave her. He could feel the pleasure building inside her, her walls clenching around his cock as she neared her release.
"Harry," she moaned, her voice breathless. "I'm close, Harry. I'm so close. Please, make me come. Make me come all over your stupid, fat cock!"
Harry growled, his hands tightening around her ankles, his cock thrusting into her even harder, his hips bouncing off her ass like a trampoline as he pounded his meat into her baby maker. "Come for me, Mrs Potter," he groaned. "Come for me, and let me feel that sweet pussy milk my cock!"
And at the mention of her new name, Daphne couldn't hold on any longer, her orgasm exploding from her, her body convulsing with pleasure as she screamed Harry's name, her pussy clamping down around him.
He felt the wet, hot waves of her orgasm washing over him, her pussy milking his cock, her walls clenching around him. It felt incredible. It was the perfect combination of pleasure and intimacy.
He could see the look in her eyes as she looked up at him, filled with love and lust, and he knew that he wanted nothing more than to make her come again and again until she could barely walk.
And so, he continued to fuck her, his cock thrusting into her hard and fast as he chased his own release, wanting nothing more than to fill his new wife up with his seed.
Her hips bucked, her pussy spasming and milking his cock with all she had. She couldn't speak, she couldn't think; the pleasure was overwhelming. She could do nothing but moan his name in sheer ecstasy.
"Fuck, Daphne, I love you," Harry groaned, his voice breathless as he felt the pleasure building, his balls tightening.
"I love you too, Harry," she managed, her voice breathless as she looked up at him. Then, she gathered up what little strength she had left and looked him dead in the eyes, and said what she had wanted to say since the very start. "Breed me, Harry! I'm not on the potion anymore, and I want you to fill me up with your seed and make me a mother!"
The words were like a bomb going off inside him, sending him soaring to the edge of pleasure. It was everything he'd ever wanted, his deepest desire, his ultimate fantasy. And as Daphne's hips bucked against his, as he felt his own orgasm boiling over, he knew that he had to make good on her request.
"Here it comes, Daphne," he growled. "Get ready to be bred!" And with a final, powerful thrust, Harry pushed the head of his cock up against her cervix and exploded, his cock pulsing as he filled her up with his hot, sticky seed, his cum pouring into her in waves.
He filled her up until it was dripping out of her, coating his balls and the sheets beneath them. He could feel her body milking him, her pussy clenching around his cock, drawing out every last drop of his seed like it was the only thing in the world that mattered.
Her orgasm came a second time, hard and fast, her pussy clenching around his cock like a vice, squeezing him tight as he filled her up until she was overflowing. Harry finally let go of her legs, his hands finding better purchase on her soft, ample tits, squeezing them hard as he squeezed his final drops of seed into her.
Harry's cock was still buried to the hilt in Daphne's pussy as the two of them collapsed, breathless and panting, their bodies glistening with sweat. Harry couldn't believe how good it felt to finally be buried deep inside his wife, his wife that loved him and needed him.
"I love you," he said again, his voice filled with emotion. "I love you so much, Daphne."
Daphne smiled, her eyes filled with love and happiness as she looked up at him. She raised one of her hands, gently tracing the outline of his face with her fingertips, feeling the hard ridges of his scar, and the soft, smoothness of his cheeks. "I love you too, Harry," she said softly. "More than words can say."
Apologies for the delay, it took a bit longer to write than I had expected. The chapter also felt a bit "forced", which might be the reason why. I had originally considered the story completed, but went back to it after it won the poll to give it a more complete ending. I have one more chapter for this planned, back in the Ministry where it all started! :)
