Fic: The Watcher and the Watched
Title: The Watchers and the Watched
Author: lrthunder
Rated: NC-17
Word Count: 975
Summary: Daphne Potter loves having sex with her husband, Harry Potter. The only thing she likes better is having sex with Harry while watching her sister shagging Draco Malfoy.
Warnings: Voyeurism, exhibitionism, desires of incest (although no actual incest)
Author’s note: Un-betaed
“I’m not sure about this, Daphne,” Harry said as his wife kissed his neck and unbuttoned his shirt.
“I thought you loved having sex with me,” she whispered, planting a kiss on his bare shoulder.
“Daph, sex with you is bloody brilliant, but I’m not so sure about this plan,” he replied.
She glared at him. “Harry, darling, I thought you liked Astoria.”
Harry backed a couple of inches away. “Oh, I do, but it’s just having sex while she’s in the room makes me nervous. There’s also the little fact that Malfoy’s her husband.”
Daphne sighed. “Harry, I think it’s high time that you and Draco end this stupid little feud. You’re both adults now. Astoria and I think it’s time you start acting your age. I want you to shag me and she wants her husband to shag her. Why not do it in the same room at the same time?”
He arched an eyebrow. “I know you and Astoria are close, Daph, but the Weasleys are close as well and they wouldn’t think of doing something like this.”
She unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her bra-clad chest. “Let’s just say my sister and I don’t have any secrets between us. Now, would you mind getting naked? I don’t want them interrupting our foreplay.”
“Your wish is my command, Daph,” he replied. He quickly finished unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. After he took it off, he flung it aside and began unbuttoning his belt buckle. Daphne stepped out of her skirt and let it slide to the floor. “No knickers?”
She smiled slyly. “You know how much I hate to wear them on days when I plan on being fucked. If I hadn’t needed to go to Diagon Alley, I wouldn’t have worn a bra either.”
“I’m not complaining,” Harry said.
“Good. Now, hurry. They should be here anytime.”
Harry obliged by taking off his underwear. She responded by dropping to her knees and taking his cock into her mouth. He moaned as her lips enveloped it. He ran his hand through her long, blond hair as she continued to orally pleasure him.
“What the bloody hell?”
Harry turned and Daphne looked up. Draco stood in the doorway, with his mouth and eyes wide open. Harry saw Astoria standings slightly behind him, smirking.
“I see you couldn’t wait, could you, sis?” she asked, walking past her husband into the room.
Daphne still held Harry’s cock in her hand and smirked at the Malfoys. “Well, Astoria, if you hadn’t been late, we could’ve been doing this, ah, together.”
Draco glared at Harry and Daphne before turning to his wife. “What is she talking about? I thought we were going to have dinner together?” he demanded.
“We are, Draco, but we’re having dessert first,” his wife replied, grinning widely. She kissed him passionately and started undoing his belt buckle. “Now, hurry. I don’t think Daph wants to wait to fuck Harry any longer.”
Harry looked back down at his wife, expecting her to start sucking him again. Instead, she now stood up and grabbed his hand. She led him to the couch and laid down, bringing him down on top of her. Harry was still unsure about this, but he was more than willing to oblige. Their lips met in a passionate kiss as he positioned himself to enter her.
Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Draco kissing Astoria, but it wasn’t exactly a hot kiss. He thought Draco was keeping an uneasy eye on the Potters. He watched Astoria smack Draco on the arse, trying to get his attention. Finally, Draco shrugged and began unbuttoning his shirt.
“Come on, Harry, fuck me,” Daphne said urgently. She wrapped her legs around him, bringing him closer to her. “Fuck me,” she said again.
Harry thrust into her, eliciting a moan from her lips. She clung tightly to him as he continued to drive his cock into her. As he continued to make love to her, he glanced at his in-laws. Draco was sitting in the armchair, with Astoria in his lap, riding him. He watched as his sister-in-law leaned her head back, exposing her neck.
The sight spurred Harry on. He began thrusting harder into Daphne, whose moans and cries grew louder. “That’s it, Harry! Oh, fuck!” Harry saw his wife look at the other couple and knew she was as aroused as he was. The Malfoys had now changed position. Draco was shagging Astoria from behind.
“Look at that, Daph. Look at how Malfoy is treating your sister. Is that what you want? Do you want me to do that to you?”
“Oh, yes, Harry. Take my arse,” she begged.
Harry grinned. “With pleasure.” He picked his wife up, and gently turned her around so she was now on her knees. He entered her swiftly, causing her to cry out with pleasure. The couch shifted slightly under their furious lovemaking.
Daphne and Astoria cried out as they climaxed, causing their husbands to join them shortly. Harry filled his wife with his seed as he heard Draco moan. Harry withdrew from Daphne and positioned her so she was now sitting on his lap. They watched as Draco and Astoria continued to cuddle and kiss.
Daphne looked at Harry over her shoulder. “Now, was that so bad?”
“I have to admit, it was kind of fun,” he replied.
“And what about you, Draco?” Astoria asked. “Did you like fucking me while watching Harry do the same to my sister?”
“Well,” he said in his usual drawl, “I’ll admit Potter gave quite an adequate performance, but I think I did better.”
“Really? Harry, I think our brother-in-law is challenging you. Are you up to the challenge?” Daphne asked.
Harry smirked. “I think so, but not yet.”
Draco sneered. “Scared, Potter?”
“No, just hungry.”
The End
Author: lrthunder
Rated: NC-17
Word Count: 975
Summary: Daphne Potter loves having sex with her husband, Harry Potter. The only thing she likes better is having sex with Harry while watching her sister shagging Draco Malfoy.
Warnings: Voyeurism, exhibitionism, desires of incest (although no actual incest)
Author’s note: Un-betaed
“I’m not sure about this, Daphne,” Harry said as his wife kissed his neck and unbuttoned his shirt.
“I thought you loved having sex with me,” she whispered, planting a kiss on his bare shoulder.
“Daph, sex with you is bloody brilliant, but I’m not so sure about this plan,” he replied.
She glared at him. “Harry, darling, I thought you liked Astoria.”
Harry backed a couple of inches away. “Oh, I do, but it’s just having sex while she’s in the room makes me nervous. There’s also the little fact that Malfoy’s her husband.”
Daphne sighed. “Harry, I think it’s high time that you and Draco end this stupid little feud. You’re both adults now. Astoria and I think it’s time you start acting your age. I want you to shag me and she wants her husband to shag her. Why not do it in the same room at the same time?”
He arched an eyebrow. “I know you and Astoria are close, Daph, but the Weasleys are close as well and they wouldn’t think of doing something like this.”
She unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her bra-clad chest. “Let’s just say my sister and I don’t have any secrets between us. Now, would you mind getting naked? I don’t want them interrupting our foreplay.”
“Your wish is my command, Daph,” he replied. He quickly finished unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. After he took it off, he flung it aside and began unbuttoning his belt buckle. Daphne stepped out of her skirt and let it slide to the floor. “No knickers?”
She smiled slyly. “You know how much I hate to wear them on days when I plan on being fucked. If I hadn’t needed to go to Diagon Alley, I wouldn’t have worn a bra either.”
“I’m not complaining,” Harry said.
“Good. Now, hurry. They should be here anytime.”
Harry obliged by taking off his underwear. She responded by dropping to her knees and taking his cock into her mouth. He moaned as her lips enveloped it. He ran his hand through her long, blond hair as she continued to orally pleasure him.
“What the bloody hell?”
Harry turned and Daphne looked up. Draco stood in the doorway, with his mouth and eyes wide open. Harry saw Astoria standings slightly behind him, smirking.
“I see you couldn’t wait, could you, sis?” she asked, walking past her husband into the room.
Daphne still held Harry’s cock in her hand and smirked at the Malfoys. “Well, Astoria, if you hadn’t been late, we could’ve been doing this, ah, together.”
Draco glared at Harry and Daphne before turning to his wife. “What is she talking about? I thought we were going to have dinner together?” he demanded.
“We are, Draco, but we’re having dessert first,” his wife replied, grinning widely. She kissed him passionately and started undoing his belt buckle. “Now, hurry. I don’t think Daph wants to wait to fuck Harry any longer.”
Harry looked back down at his wife, expecting her to start sucking him again. Instead, she now stood up and grabbed his hand. She led him to the couch and laid down, bringing him down on top of her. Harry was still unsure about this, but he was more than willing to oblige. Their lips met in a passionate kiss as he positioned himself to enter her.
Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Draco kissing Astoria, but it wasn’t exactly a hot kiss. He thought Draco was keeping an uneasy eye on the Potters. He watched Astoria smack Draco on the arse, trying to get his attention. Finally, Draco shrugged and began unbuttoning his shirt.
“Come on, Harry, fuck me,” Daphne said urgently. She wrapped her legs around him, bringing him closer to her. “Fuck me,” she said again.
Harry thrust into her, eliciting a moan from her lips. She clung tightly to him as he continued to drive his cock into her. As he continued to make love to her, he glanced at his in-laws. Draco was sitting in the armchair, with Astoria in his lap, riding him. He watched as his sister-in-law leaned her head back, exposing her neck.
The sight spurred Harry on. He began thrusting harder into Daphne, whose moans and cries grew louder. “That’s it, Harry! Oh, fuck!” Harry saw his wife look at the other couple and knew she was as aroused as he was. The Malfoys had now changed position. Draco was shagging Astoria from behind.
“Look at that, Daph. Look at how Malfoy is treating your sister. Is that what you want? Do you want me to do that to you?”
“Oh, yes, Harry. Take my arse,” she begged.
Harry grinned. “With pleasure.” He picked his wife up, and gently turned her around so she was now on her knees. He entered her swiftly, causing her to cry out with pleasure. The couch shifted slightly under their furious lovemaking.
Daphne and Astoria cried out as they climaxed, causing their husbands to join them shortly. Harry filled his wife with his seed as he heard Draco moan. Harry withdrew from Daphne and positioned her so she was now sitting on his lap. They watched as Draco and Astoria continued to cuddle and kiss.
Daphne looked at Harry over her shoulder. “Now, was that so bad?”
“I have to admit, it was kind of fun,” he replied.
“And what about you, Draco?” Astoria asked. “Did you like fucking me while watching Harry do the same to my sister?”
“Well,” he said in his usual drawl, “I’ll admit Potter gave quite an adequate performance, but I think I did better.”
“Really? Harry, I think our brother-in-law is challenging you. Are you up to the challenge?” Daphne asked.
Harry smirked. “I think so, but not yet.”
Draco sneered. “Scared, Potter?”
“No, just hungry.”
The End