Amour Et Officium Chapter 6 (Patreon)

Content Warnings: Threesome, Breast Play, Spanking, Humiliation, Deflowering, Teasing.

“In a hurry, are we?”

The man dropped the vase he was holding, the sound of shattering china echoing around the bedroom.

“Pity,” Remus said, carefully stepping around the sharp shards and walking to the drinks cabinet. He pulled out an unopened bottle of firewhiskey and two glasses, dumping them on the dining table before settling down in the chair closest to him. “That was a nice vase,” he added, propping his legs up on the table, keeping his gaze locked with the other man’s as he slowly opened the bottle of alcohol.

“W-what are you doing here?” the man stammered, his face as white as a sheet.

“Well,” Remus started, carefully pouring the amber liquid into the two glasses. “When someone is kind enough to help spring you out of the hellhole you’ve been wasting away in for nearly two decades, saying ‘Thank You’ in person is the polite thing to do, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Y-you’re w-w-welcome.”

“I haven’t thanked you yet. Sit. Let’s have a drink, for old time’s sake.” Remus pushed a glass across the table in his direction.

The man gulped. “It’s… it’s getting late. I have to catch an early portkey, I should finish packing and head to bed.”

“It wasn’t a request.”

“I-I did everything you told me to!”

“Which is why you’re not face down on this very nice carpet, surrounded by a pool of your own blood. Your cooperation is the only thing keeping you alive, so I suggest you sit down and have a drink.”

The man withered under Remus’ intense gaze. He pushed a trembling hand inside his cloak and pulled out his wand, pointing it in his direction. “You made a mistake coming here, Remus.”

“What’re you going to do, old friend? Kill me? Like you killed her?”

“I-I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Even though he held the wand, and ostensibly, all the power, the man quailed at the feral smile on Remus’ face.

“Did you ever wonder how I got a letter to you from the very depths of Azkaban?” Remus picked up his glass of firewhiskey, downing its entire contents in a single gulp. He smacked his lips contentedly. “You know, that place makes you miss the strangest of things. I was never much of a drinker. I mean, I can hold my liquor pretty well, but when you’re running around with Sirius Black and James Potter… now, those lads could drink.”

“We… We’re done!” The man screeched, now truly and utterly terrified at the complete lack of worry in Remus’ voice. Are the rumors true? “You’re insane,” he rasped, dabbing his sweaty forehead with the edge of his sleeve.

“On the contrary, I am more lucid than I have been in a long, long time,” Remus replied calmly.

“If you don’t leave, I’m calling the Ministry. They have a bounty on your head. The dementors are hunting for you. They’ll suck your soul out, they’ve been given orders to kiss you on sight!” The man exclaimed shrilly, Remus’ utter lack of fear touching a nerve.

Remus tsked. “Don’t even have the courage to kill me yourself, do you? Pathetic.” Remus shook his head in fake disappointment. “It’ll be hard to enjoy the bounty without a soul, you greedy bastard.”

“W-what do you mean?”

“You didn’t answer my question. How did I get you that message from inside Azkaban?”

“How?” The man was now sweating buckets, his entire body trembling like a leaf caught in the wind.

“I still have a few friends left. Over the years, they’ve ascended to some pretty high places. If I am caught or in any way harmed, they’ll spill everything. It’s a pity we’ll miss the wedding, but then, you were never going to stick around for it, were you? If the dementors don’t administer the kiss, I hope we’re given adjacent cells. Listening to you slowly go insane will bring me great joy.”

“W-why would anyone believe them now? When they didn’t believe you in the first place?”

“They won’t. I don’t need them to. I just need them to start digging. Barty isn’t the head of the DMLE anymore, and we are far from the days of the farce that was the Wizengamot that convicted me. I hear they’re semi-competent now.” He chuckled, before growing serious. “Amelia hasn’t had a reason to go digging around in old case files, but if she does… she’s going to find some big fucking discrepancies, won’t she? What do you think happens then?”

Remus chuckled as the man played out the scenario in his head. Several minutes passed before he dropped the wand and sat down on the chair opposite him with a defeated expression on his face.

“Why not just go directly to her?”

“Come now, you’re not that stupid.”

“The dementors.”

“Fudge will have me kissed before she even has the time to touch my file. He and Barty are very keen to ensure that nobody takes a closer look at the shitshow they presided over all those years ago. No, for a stay of execution, I need a trump card.”

“What’s your plan?”

“None of your concern,” Remus answered, carelessly splashing more of the firewhiskey in his glass. He took a sip, savoring the gentle burn in the back of his throat. “No, your only concern is how you’re going to fulfill my needs.”

“N-needs?”

“I need a wand and a year’s supply of Wolfsbane.”

The man picked up the glass in front of him, lifting it to his lips. He was trembling so violently that he splashed half its contents on his white pinstriped shirt, choking on the tiny amount that he did manage to drink. “Im… Impossible. I can’t get you that much Wolfsbane.”

“You’ll figure something out. Beg, borrow, or steal it. I don’t care how you do it, just have it ready in a month’s time,” Remus said, pushing his feet off the table. He stood, his eyes glinting dangerously, “Don’t fuck up. Not if you want to live.”

The man slumped down on the table, his head hitting the wood with a quiet THUD.

“Also, don’t be a dick. Attend the wedding. You’ve already hurt those two enough,” Remus muttered as he walked past the quietly groaning man.

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Daphne woke up to the sound of quiet whimpering and gentle encouragement interspersed with the kind of insults that made her sore cunt tingle.

Her eyes fluttered open, only to be greeted by darkness. Her momentary panic at her blindness disappeared as her brain registered the feel of the soft satin against her skin, and she remembered that her Harry, her daddy, her husband, had blindfolded her before completely reshaping her world.

She had obviously passed out before she could satisfy him, and he had evidently summoned someone to finish what she had failed to do.

Ginny or that whore?

Please, not that woman. I can’t have her sharing my wedding bed.

She knew she was supposed to be angry that he hadn’t even waited for their wedding night to finish before letting someone else in their bedroom. That was the proper thing to do.

The slight problem facing her was the fact that she could no longer bring herself to care about the ‘proper’ way to do things.

A part of her had always been curious about seeing him with other women, but a combination of her desire to save herself in every sense of the word till marriage and her inexplicable shyness about sex whenever she was around him meant that she had never worked up the courage to ask.

She slowly pulled the blindfold away from her eyes, tossing it carelessly onto the bed before turning in the direction of the noises.

Her husband was lounging in the large armchair by the roaring fire, his feet comfortably propped up on a stool. And he wasn’t fucking his thrall or a whore. To her (admittedly immense relief), he wasn’t fucking her hyper-possessive rival either. Her desire to see him with other women notwithstanding, she would have definitely lost it had he been stupid enough to bring Amy Larkin to their marital bed.

As her blurry eyes took in the waist-length black hair and the tiny, delicate features of the girl trying to bring herself down on his massive erection, she realized it was someone entirely unexpected.

Bemused, she silently slipped out of bed. The girl was facing Harry and the window that looked out to Diagon Alley, and didn’t notice Daphne’s quiet steps towards the couple. Harry did, however, and gently grasped her hips in an attempt to pull her off his cock, only to be stopped by Daphne grasping Sue’s shoulder.

Sue nearly fell off Harry’s lap in surprise and terror at her action, only saving herself by desperately grasping Harry’s shoulders.

She turned to look at Daphne with wide brown eyes, her lips parting to say something, only for her words to be drowned out by Daphne clamping her hand over her mouth.

“Be quiet, slut,” Daphne said coldly, unsure where the sudden switch in her personality was coming from.

She had gone from ‘Needy Princess’ to ‘Untouchable Ice Queen’ in a matter of seconds, and she wasn’t the only one confused by the change.

Harry was looking at her with a mixture of amusement and surprise. Her lips curled into a grin as she leaned in to kiss him, keeping her hand firmly on Sue’s mouth.

“Do you mind telling me what’s going on, dearest husband?” she asked, whispering against his lips.

“It’s… complicated.”

“It’s you, daddy. I suspected as much,” she muttered, rolling her eyes.

Nothing in Harry Potter’s life was uncomplicated.

“You’re not upset?”

“This conversation, again? No, I don’t care who you fuck, as long as I approve of her,” Daphne murmured, her grin matching the one on his face. “However, next time, give me a week’s notice because I need my beauty sleep and will need time to set up noise-canceling wards, daddy. If I get dark circles because you’ve kept me up, I’m making you and your mistress sleep on the couch for a month,” she teased.

“She isn’t my mistress,” Harry murmured.

“I’m actually betrothed to him,” Sue squeaked, her voice muffled.

“Of course.” Daphne rolled her eyes again. She could see Harry’s cock twitch from the corner of her eyes at her bratty attitude. “I pass out for a few hours…” she muttered, leaning in for another kiss.

“She seems to like being humiliated,” she whispered, ensuring her voice was low enough that only Harry could hear.

“Very much so.”

Daphne winked, finally pulling away from Harry. She turned until she was facing Sue, her hand shifting from her mouth to grasp her chin and make her look up until she locked eyes with Daphne.

Sue didn’t wait for Daphne to speak. “Uh… hi! Daphne. Mrs. Black. Or should it be Lady Black? I feel like I can’t call you Lady Black yet. So sorry for crashing your wedding night. I mean, I didn’t know it was your wedding night but that’s no excuse… umphhhh,” Sue spluttered as Daphne pushed a thumb into her mouth.

“Darling?”

“Yes ma’am?” Sue squeaked around Daphne’s thumb, her hips bucking involuntarily. She was mortified and yet, at the same time, unbelievably turned on by the turn of events.

“You only speak to answer my questions. Do you understand?”

Sue nodded.

“Good girl.”

Sue flushed, unable to stop the moan from escaping her lips. A trickle of arousal seeped out of her and traced its way down Harry’s shaft, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Daphne.

The bratty princess and the praise-craving good girl. What a pair we make. Harry’s going to have his hands full with us.

The thought of her husband running around like a headless chicken, trying to handle his two very different wives, made her grin.

“What’s your name?”

“Sue Li.”

“You partner with Harry in Charms, don’t you?” Daphne asked, suddenly realizing why her face seemed so familiar. She had seen them working on projects in the library on more than one occasion.

Sue nodded again. Her eyes roved over Daphne’s body, moving from her mussed blonde hair, to the inches of sweaty skin on display and finally settling on her generous bust. Daphne could have recognized the panic in her eyes and that slightly shameful and embarrassed expression from a mile away.

It was the same look she had on her face the first time Harry had taken her to a Holyhead Harpies game and she had spent the entire game staring unabashedly at Avery Collins, the lead Chaser of the team.

Oh, this is going to be so much fun, Daphne thought, grinning internally.

“If you’re going to crash my honeymoon, steal my husband, and act like a cock-crazed dirty little cumslut, darling, the least you can do is be good at your job.” Daphne heard Harry suck in a breath. His hips jerked subconsciously and she smiled, a proud expression on her face. Sue wasn’t the only one she was driving crazy with her little act.

“I’m… TRYING!” Sue squealed, her legs trembling violently as Harry’s latest thrust pushed his impressive cockhead against the intact curtain that guarded her flower. A burning ache was spreading through her core, the pleasure and pain of being impaled by something so big for her very first time unlike anything she had ever experienced before. That, combined with Daphne’s utter domination of her body and mind made Sue feel like every one of her secret fantasies had suddenly come true all at once.

“You’re doing a piss poor job of it,” Daphne said shortly, her eyes flickering down to the girl’s crotch. Her pussy was gushing, driblets of her arousal leaking out and coating the entirety of Harry’s cock, easing his way into her tight cunt.

Oh, she was so going to enjoy having the tiny Ravenclaw wrapped around her finger.

Fuck.

If Daphne needed any further proof that she was, as her best friend put it, ‘ambisextrous’, she suddenly realized that she was just as turned on by the idea of dominating Sue as she was by the thought of being Harry’s bratty princess.

If they ever managed to somehow combine both experiences, that right there, Daphne decided, was her idea of heaven.

Sue’s eyes flickered to Harry, breaking Daphne out of her thoughts. She shelved her plans for a future date, determined to follow her daddy’s advice and focus on the here and now.

“Sweetling,” Daphne started, biting back a moan when Sue twisted her neck to look up at her, her eyes filled with a mixture of awe and adoration. “Don’t look at daddy. He’s had a tough day. Our job as his wives is to help relieve his stress after a hard day, not to make him do all the work. On his birthday, no less,” Daphne admonished.

Daphne turned to look at her grinning husband, her gray eyes glinting playfully. “Are we sure we want to keep her, dearest?” She grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand up from Sue’s waist to her tiny chest. “I mean, they’re not even big enough to fill your hands.”

“I think it’s cute,” Harry murmured, giving Sue’s tiny tit a reassuring squeeze. The petite Ravenclaw groaned quietly around Daphne’s thumb.

Harry was clearly happy to play along, and definitely seemed to be enjoying the show Daphne was putting on for him.

Good, Daphne thought, pulling her thumb out of Sue’s mouth and wiping it clean on her pink cheek. He’s taking her virginity. Something as special as that deserves to be an unforgettable experience.

“And her nipples,” Harry murmured, gently flicking the large puffy nub that adorned her mound. “I quite like her nipples.”

“Well then, daddy, let me get a pair of cute clamps for them. She can stand in the corner, be a pretty ornament, and watch someone with actual skill take care of you,” Daphne shot back, her hands taking Harry’s place on Sue’s hips.

“What’s her ass like?” Harry asked. He was lazily rocking his hips, pulling out of Sue’s tight pussy only to shallowly push back inside. Every thrust of his tip against her hymen sent a shockwave up her spine, transforming her into an incoherent mess. Sue was barely aware of the conversation around her, having been reduced to her base desires. All she knew (and cared about) was that she was supposed to serve Harry and that her new mistress would help her in her task.

“You decided to fuck her without even looking at her ass?” Daphne teased.

“Desperate times, desperate measures,” Harry answered, gently kneading Sue’s breasts with his hands.

Daphne made a show of leaning back and studying the girl’s rump. Her hand moved from Sue’s hip to her ass, gently squeezing her pert asscheek. “Firm. Perfectly shaped. I could bounce a knut off her cheeks.”

SMACK.

“Definitely spankable.”

“A-AH!” Sue screamed at the hard spank to her ass. “Ma’am please,” she begged, desperately clutching Harry’s shoulders to keep herself upright. “I’ll be a good wife,” she wheezed, her chest heaving as she struggled for every breath.

“That’s a very important plus point,” Harry said solemnly, acting like they were seriously debating Sue’s merits when Daphne could see the truth in his eyes as clear as day. He was captivated by his tiny fiancee.

“Maybe. But have you seen her dressing sense? Or, lack of one?” Daphne picked up the simple black panties from the floor with her toes and tossed them up into her hand, utterly ignoring the fact that she had been wearing something very similar not too long ago. “This is only good enough as a gag. Barely,” she muttered, faking a look of disgust. She bunched up the fabric in her hand, roughly pushing it in Sue’s mouth when her lips parted into a moan.

“Ih’ll bhe a ghood whife,” Sue mumbled again, her warm brown eyes flickering up to look at Daphne, quietly begging for approval.

“We’ll see.” Daphne leaned closer, her hands returning to grip Sue’s hips. Daphne pushed her down on Harry’s cock without warning, his throbbing manhood ripping past her hymen and taking her flower with one savage thrust.

“A-AH! MERLIN! I PROMISE!” Sue screamed, her shrill shriek echoing around the room. She didn’t even know what she was promising. The only thing her lust-addled brain was sure of was that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with her daddy and her mistress.

“Daddy, no,” Daphne warned, gently swatting his hand away. “You don’t do anything except enjoy tonight. This is my wedding gift to you,” she murmured, giving him a small smile, fighting the urge to join in. There would be many more nights for that. Sue’s first time with him was something special, and she deserved to have their attention fully focused on her.

“I didn’t get you anything,” Harry grunted, his back arching slightly. He gripped the armchair, his knuckles turning white. His eyes fluttered shut as he slumped back into the chair, deciding to take his wife’s advice and enjoy what was turning out to be the best night of his life.

“Yes, you did,” Daphne said softly. “You gave me the chance of a happy life. You also gave me Sue,” she whispered. She kept a hand on Sue’s hip, helping her bounce on Harry’s massive girth. Her other hand moved to her slit, fumbling around for a minute before she located the clit and began to massage it with her fingers.

“I dhid ghood! Yhours?” Sue mumbled, too far gone to summon the strength to string together a proper sentence.

“Congratulations,” Daphne drawled, rolling her eyes. “You were able to take all of your future husband’s cock inside you. What next? You’ll learn to kiss him properly?” Daphne asked, continuing to casually humiliate the girl. She was conscious not to push things too far, but the small puddle of Sue’s arousal on the smooth oak floor was proof enough that she was on the right track so far. “I don’t keep useless things around, Sue. Keep proving your worth, and I might just think about it,” she added coldly, roughly pinching her clit.

Harry’s grunts were intermingling with Sue’s quiet moans and whines, both of them growing ever louder as Daphne forced Sue to increase the speed of her bouncing.

The petite girl’s entire body was trembling like a leaf and Daphne knew she was seconds away from tumbling over the edge. She moved her hand from her hips to Harry’s heavy balls, gently fondling the orbs, urging them to give up their treasure.

They deserved to finish together for their first time.

“Look at how deep he’s in your belly, sweetling,” Daphne cooed and three pairs of eyes settled on the bulge in Sue’s stomach. “I bet when he cums, his seed is directly going to flood your womb,” Daphne teased, gently twisting her sensitive bundle of nerves.

It was finally too much to bear and Sue tumbled over the edge, collapsing against Harry’s chest with a shrill cry. Daphne watched Harry bury a hand in her gorgeous black hair, comforting the moaning girl even as Daphne continued to make her ride Harry through her orgasm.

Daphne gently squeezed Harry’s balls, a cheshire grin on her face at his astonished moan. It was followed seconds later by Sue’s surprised squeal as he orgasmed, his twitching cock dumping load after load of his seed inside her, filling her belly with a diffuse warmth that felt far more pleasurable than anything she had ever felt before.

Even the peak of her orgasm paled in comparison to the sensation of being stuffed and filled to the brim with her lover’s cum.

Daphne slumped to the floor as a wave of exhaustion hit her, content to watch Harry cuddle a quietly moaning Sue and savor the fruits of her efforts.

They spent what felt like eternity in this state, before Sue finally summoned the strength to pull herself off Harry’s cock, stumbling to the floor on unsteady feet. She pulled the drool-soaked panties from her mouth, letting them drop to the floor with a soft SPLOTCH.

“I-I’ll go get cleaned up,” Sue mumbled shyly, her voice hoarse. She alternated between looking at Harry and Daphne, and when both nodded, she made her way to the bathroom, her body swaying with every step.

“What?” Daphne asked, confused by the indulgent look on Harry’s face.

“Where’s my wife who was worried she was too tame and boring in bed for me and what have you done with her?”

“Don’t start,” Daphne groused. She couldn’t explain her actions to him, because she had no explanation for what had happened. Seeing him with Sue had awakened a previously dormant side of hers, a side even she hadn’t known existed. “I’ll explain later.”

Once I’ve figured it out myself.

“Alright,” Harry said and made a move to stand and follow Sue, only to be stopped by Daphne getting to her feet.

“I’ll go,” Daphne said, running a hand through her messy blonde hair.

“Are you sure?” Harry asked. “Do you-”

“Know that she needs aftercare?” Daphne responded, cutting him off. “Don’t worry, I’m not completely clueless,” she teased.

“You know, one of these days I’m going to put you over my knee Mrs. Black,” Harry growled.

“Your mouth shouldn’t write checks your hands can’t cash, Mr. Black,” Daphne shot back without hesitation. She strutted over to the bathroom, swaying her hips, knowing his eyes would be glued to her ass every step of the way and deciding to give him a show.

Daphne gently pushed open the door of the bathroom slightly and slipped inside, shutting it behind her. She turned to Sue, who was leaning over the sink, splashing her red-rimmed eyes with water.

“Are you alright?” Daphne asked softly.

Sue splashed her face with water one last time before turning to look at Daphne, her innocent brown eyes looking at Daphne with trepidation.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” She asked softly, her voice hoarse. “I mean, I’m sure finding out you’re supposed to marry the man you’ve been crushing on for three years, losing your virginity to him, and realizing his other wife hates your guts all in the span of a week happens to a lot of people,” she rambled, nervously combing her hair with her fingers.

Daphne gently pulled Sue into a hug. Sue didn’t fight her, sighing into Daphne’s chest as she wrapped her arms around her slender body.

“I don’t hate you, sweetling,” Daphne whispered, pressing a kiss to her head.

“But, outside-” Sue started, sounding utterly confused.

“Did my words arouse you?” Daphne asked, cutting her off.

“I… I don’t see how that’s relevant.”

“It’s relevant because the only reason I said all of those things was because it was turning you on and I wanted your first time with Harry to be an experience you’ll never forget.”

“Oh.” Daphne chuckled at her sheepish tone. “I certainly won’t forget this. Thank you, ma’am,” Sue murmured, timidly kissing Daphne’s creamy skin.

“Don’t call me ma’am,” Daphne groaned. “It makes me feel like I’m a sixty-year-old librarian knitting a sweater and you’re the kid I yelled at for being too loud.”

“What would you prefer I call you?” Sue asked shyly.

Daphne mulled on the question for a minute, before grinning as her mind came up with the perfect title. “Mistress.”

“Daddy and Mistress,” Sue murmured, melting into Daphne’s embrace.

“Mhm.”

“Are you sure I can be a good wife?” Sue asked, playing with the edge of Daphne’s nightgown.

“What worries you, my sweet raven?” Daphne asked, suddenly feeling very protective of the girl.

“I… I’m not like you.”

“That’s not a bad thing, darling. I doubt even Harry could handle two Daphnes,” Daphne teased, chuckling quietly.

“I-I mean I’ve watched how you are with Harry. You’re perfect. Harry and Daphne make the perfect couple… that’s what everyone says,” Sue whispered, trying not to give in to the fears she had been struggling with all week. “I’m not like you. I’m a half-blood. I didn’t have an etiquette tutor or get dance lessons. A part of me will always feel like I don’t belong,” she mumbled.

“Firstly, Harry is a half-blood himself. His father loved Lily Evans and made a muggleborn Lady Potter, something that completely shocked society. I wanted to marry him so badly that I convinced him to elope, which is probably what everyone will be gossiping about for a year. What makes you think we give a shit about what’s flowing in your veins? As for the rest of the world, who cares what they think?” Daphne asked, playfully swatting Sue’s ass as she pulled away. “The things that you do need to know, I’ll teach you.”

“Really?” Sue asked, perking up. She slowly scrubbed her skin clean, her fingers moving down her body until they reached her thighs.

“What’re you doing?” Daphne asked, grabbing her wrist to stop her from wiping away the cum trickling down her leg.

“Cleaning?”

“That’s not something to be cleaned, Sue. That’s a mark of your future husband’s love. Your prize for giving him the ultimate pleasure. You cherish it. You only hide or clean it if you absolutely must. Understand?”

“Yes.” Sue nodded.

“Yes, what?” Daphne asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, mistress,” Sue mumbled, her cheeks turning a faint pink.

“Good,” Daphne said, using her hold on Sue’s wrist to pull her out of the bathroom.

“Where are we going?” Sue asked, confused.

“Well, I think it’s time you see how a good wife rides her husband’s cock,” Daphne teased, deciding it was high time she consummated her bloody marriage.

Notes:

After all the votes for the polls I ran were counted, the result was a... tie. Which made me rewrite one of the ideas for the chapter to ensure that both of them had their first times with Harry one-on-one, while also making the other one be a part of it. Now that the relationships have been established, the next chapter will be much smuttier. Honestly, I'm glad I completely rewrote it, because I feel it turned out much hotter than the previous ideas, and I finally get to write Ice Queen! Daphne!