A Special Surprise (Patreon)

Content Warnings: Pregnant! Daphne, Breast Play, Cum Play, Teasing, Gags, Creampie.

Daphne watched her husband bustle around the kitchen with a small frown. She didn’t mind that he was the more domestic-minded partner in their marriage but did he have to put this much effort into a meal?

Especially one she had no desire to eat?

Her frown morphed into a scowl as she caressed her belly.

She loved their babies, she really did. What she didn’t love was the feeling of being turned into a balloon. She hated the fact that she was slowly transforming into a hideous whale who would never know the love and touch of her perfect husband ever again.

“Why are you cooking?” she asked, trying her best not to sound grumpy.

“Because we need food to stay alive, Miss Greengrass.”

“Mrs. Potter,” Daphne corrected him immediately although she didn’t see the point in doing so. She’d be single soon enough, he just needed to come to his senses and see how hideous she had become.

“Mrs. Potter,” Harry repeated with a crooked smile that caused her heart to skip a beat. “What’s wrong with a Christmas dinner? It’s not like I don’t have any help, Dobby will be here in a couple of hours.”

“You’re going overboard,” Daphne grumbled. She gestured at the spread on their countertops. “There’s so much! You’re making enough food to feed an entire stadium.”

“Well, you do have to eat-”

“Potter you better not say I eat for three people or I swear I’ll have to pay an afternoon visit to Mrs. Zabini.”

“Why do you want to visit her?”

“I’ll need tips on how to cover up my husband’s murder,” Daphne growled. “I can live with you thinking I’m ugly but you better keep your opinion to yourself.”

“I don’t think you’re ugly, princess.”

Daphne raised an eyebrow in challenge. “It’s been nine days, six hours, and thirty minutes since you saw me naked. The last time you left the room to let me change was… never. I usually have to pry your hands off my ass. It’s alright, I’ve become a beach ball because I’m carrying our children and now you’ll never want to touch me. We’ll have a cold, dead marriage until you leave me for a younger, cuter, and sassier blonde.”

“Sassier than you?”

“Okay,” Daphne admitted with a shrug. “She won’t be as sassy as me. But she’ll be fit and bendy and you’ll want to do stuff…”

Harry wrapped his arms around her and pulled the seated girl into a hug, gently pushing her face into his chest to muffle her panicked ranting.

“I don’t want another blonde. I’m quite happy with the one I have right now,” Harry murmured. He bent and brushed his lips against her hair.

Daphne sighed and melted into his chest. “Bastard,” she mumbled, daring to be bratty in a way she never would have been were she not pregnant. Things that earned her a head pat these days would have resulted in ten with his belt mere months ago. A part of her pined for that dynamic. The thrill of mouthing him off, only for him to bury his hand in her hair and drag her to the first flat surface he could find. She missed the way he pushed her down on said flat surface and fantasized about the blistering sting of his punishments. “If you weren’t so annoyingly faithful I’d think you were already having an affair. Do you know the last time we went fifteen days without you fucking me?” Daphne challenged.

“Uh…”

“Never,” she muttered. “Never. You’ve never gone fifteen days without fucking me. And now you want to stuff me with more food and then you’ll want me even less!”

“Daphne.” Harry grabbed her chin and made her look up at him. He frowned at the hurt in her stormy gray eyes and leaned in to kiss her, only for her to jerk and turn her face away from his lips. “Princess,” he growled, leaning in again.

“Sorry, sir,” Daphne mumbled against his lips.

“You’re so beautiful. Merlin, you have no idea how much I have to control myself around you these days. If it was up to me you’d be face down, ass up in our bed with my cum leaking out of all your holes, Daphne Potter,” Harry whispered with a fond smile. “But you know what the healer said.”

Daphne nodded glumly. “My stupid frail body is still weak because of the stupid curse which means my stupid, noble husband won’t fuck me because he cares about my well-being.”

“Are you taking advantage of the fact that I won’t punish you for a few months?”

“Maybe,” Daphne giggled. “I won’t get an opportunity like this again.”

“Darling, you’re going to pay for all this brattiness soon enough. With interest,” Harry teased, kissing her forehead before pulling away. “What do you want to eat? What’re you craving?”

“I don’t have pregnancy cravings,” Daphne insisted, pretending to sound offended at the idea.

“Is that so? Then why was Dobby roaming London at three in the morning last Sunday, trying to find extra salty fish and chips for you?”

“How do you… I’m going to kill that elf!”

“He didn’t tell me. Well, not directly. I was reading the book your father gave me in the Study when he popped in and asked if I wanted him to prepare a plate for me. I put two and two together. ” Harry winked and pulled away from her with a grin.

“I want something salty,” Daphne mumbled with pink cheeks. She doubted her unnatural craving for salt would be quenched even if she drank the ocean dry.

“I can bake a batch of pretzels,” Harry murmured. He glanced at the empty oven. Salty pretzels weren’t traditional Christmas food but everyone from Professor McGonagall to Cyrus Greengrass had taught him a crucial lesson.

He needed to get his pregnant, hormonal wife whatever she wanted if he wanted to stay alive long enough to meet his children.

“I want something tasty and salty… something with zero calories.” Daphne looked up at her soulmate with a determined expression. She grabbed his waist with one hand to stop him from pulling away before she slipped the other into his pants. “I want a massive, thick, throbbing meat stick, Mister Potter.”

Harry wanted to pull away. He knew he needed to pull away. But one brush from Daphne’s fingers and his cock came to life. It twitched and jumped into her waiting palm, straining against his gray boxers. “Daphne…” he warned, his voice strained. He was so, so close to breaking and he suspected she knew it.

“I’m not asking you to break out the whips and the manacles, sir. I’m asking you to take your needy kitten upstairs and give her an early Christmas present. You did ask me what I was craving, didn’t you?”

“I-I meant food!”

“Why doesn’t this count?” she asked. She pushed her hand inside his boxers and gently caressed his hardening shaft with her slender fingers. “It will end up in my belly, won’t it? And it always makes me feel so warm and full,” she murmured, batting her eyelashes innocently.

“D-Daphne-” Harry groaned. He summoned the last of his willpower and tried to pull away. A dainty hand wrapped around the base of his shaft and gently pumped his length, stopping him in his tracks.

“Do you really want your pregnant wife to kneel on a hard wooden floor and beg you for it, sir?” Daphne asked with an angelic smile. “Because I’ll do it. I need it… I need you.”

Harry groaned and grabbed Daphne’s wrist, gently pulling her to her feet. His heart fluttered at her happy giggle as he led her through their cottage to the staircase that led up to their bedroom and he couldn’t help the smile on his face.

“Fifteen days,” Daphne muttered with a snort. She grabbed his arm, gratefully accepting his help in climbing up onto their bed. “Seriously, sir, what were you thinking?”

Harry rolled his eyes fondly and took a minute to study his wife. Even now, six months pregnant with their twins she hadn’t lost any of her grace, charm, or beauty. If anything, Harry thought she was more beautiful than she had ever been.

Her long blonde hair was open and carelessly draped over one shoulder. She wore a blue sundress with thin straps that hugged her curves. Her breasts strained against the thin fabric and stiff nipples poked through the dress, immediately drawing his attention to them.

No bra.

She rarely wore one when they were home.

His gaze shifted to the curve of her belly and he reached out to caress it, drawing a whimper from her lips.

“Does it hurt?”

Daphne shook her head.

“Belladonna kicks whenever she feels you. That girl is going to be such a papa’s girl, I already know it,” Daphne murmured with a proud smile. She was going to give Harry two daughters. A secure legacy for both the Potter and Greengrass families.

“I’m going to spoil them both rotten,” Harry whispered. He grabbed the hem of her sundress and waited for her to raise her arms before he pulled it over her head and dropped it to the floor.

“Saving all your punishments for their mother?” Daphne teased. She spread her legs, drawing Harry’s attention to her glistening thighs and wet folds.

Harry sucked in a breath as he took in her bare mound and the plump lips that guarded her core.

Fuck me. No panties either.

She had planned the entire thing. His devious, perfect little snake. Harry grinned.

“You seem to be on a rule-breaking streak, Mrs. Potter. You touched yourself in the shower today.”

“Nope.” Daphne got down on all fours, slowly crawling towards him. She smirked and shifted her arms, making it easier for a wide-eyed Harry to stare at the gentle swaying of her heavy, milk-filled breasts.

“Lying isn’t good for your health, kitten.”

“I didn’t touch myself in the shower, sir. I touched myself after I got out,” Daphne corrected him with a happy giggle. She bent and unbuckled his belt, pulling it free and dropping it to the floor. His pants and boxers were next. She pulled back once they were pooled around his ankles, waiting for him to step out of them. She took the opportunity to study her husband’s throbbing manhood, licking her lips as her eyes traced the veins crisscrossing the thick shaft. She had only seen one of them in her life but she was convinced his was the most perfect penis ever created.

And it was hers. It had given her two children and now that they didn’t have to worry about the curse anymore, it would give her many more.

Harry gently grabbed her wrist, interrupting her train of thought. He ignored her groan as he pulled her up. Before she could react he grabbed her waist, turned her around, and pinned her in place with a hand on her shoulder.

“What… daddy, what’re you-”

“Hush, princess.”

“But I wanted-”

Harry pulled away from her without any explanation. She could hear a drawer open and then a vial being uncorked, but she didn’t dare to turn around to see what he was doing. She had disobeyed him enough for one night.

“Harry,” she whined, using his name to let him know how serious her craving was. “You don’t get how bad it is. All week I… ackh!”

Harry took advantage of her parted lips to push a bright red ball gag into her mouth. He pushed the leather strap through the buckle and secured it before her brain could even process what was going on.

“You’ll get what you want, princess. Now be a good girl and hush.”

“Yesh shir,” Daphne mumbled. Within seconds the ball was shining, coated with a layer of her saliva. Small droplets of drool leaked out of her open mouth and splattered onto her creamy breasts. Harry’s strong hands grabbed her thighs and gently pushed them apart. Daphne sighed when she heard the bed creak behind her.

“Healer Benwick said we can’t do this after your seventh month,” Harry whispered, wrapping an arm around her waist. He pulled her flush against his chest and groaned softly when her firm ass brushed against his sensitive tip. A squirt of precum shot out of him and painted the pale skin of her back. “I better take advantage while I still can.”

“Oh, yhes,” Daphne sighed. A familiar sensation fluttered in her core as his tip split her lips and pushed inside her. Her walls stretched and immediately clamped around his shaft, massaging it with every thrust. The hand that was near her neglected pussy caressed her bare mound on its way to her clit. His fingers expertly located the sensitive nub and began to massage it. Daphne moaned loudly and bucked her hips, eager to feel her husband fully sheathed inside her.

Harry slowly and carefully pushed deeper in her, keeping an eye out for any signs of pain or discomfort.

“I want to watch you play with them.”

“Ith’ll mhake a mhess,” Daphne complained. Her alabaster cheeks turned pink and she looked up at Harry with wide gray eyes, silently begging him to change his mind.

“I happen to like messes,” Harry murmured. He sighed as he sheathed himself inside her tight pussy and took a minute to compose himself.

Daphne’s blush deepened and she moaned in embarrassment. In the end, however, she did as instructed and reached out with trembling fingers to gently pinch her stiff nipples. She tugged on the rosy nubs and gently twisted them, knowing Harry was watching and enjoying the show.

“Harder, love,” Harry instructed softly. The rhythm he established was slow and gentle. The slow thrusts in and out of her dripping pussy were very different from how they usually made love but no less effective. Harry timed his thrusts with his massage of her clit and ran his thumb’s nail across the sensitive nub at the exact moment his cock brushed against her G-spot. Within seconds Daphne was a mewling, sobbing mess, incoherently babbling and begging for release. “Daphne,” Harry warned, kissing her shoulder.

Daphne reluctantly pulled her attention away from the tightening coil of tension in her belly and the pleasant ache radiating from her sore pussy, knowing Harry was watching her. Eager to give him the same pleasure he had granted her she gently bounced her heavy breasts in her hands. It took her a couple of tries but she managed to time them to his thrusts. They fell silent and the room was filled with the sounds of her breasts slapping against her palms and his balls smacking her ass echoing together.

“Pinch,” Harry ordered, breathing heavily. His balls tightened and he knew he was teetering on the edge. He stubbornly held on, determined to pull her over the edge with him. He waited for her fingers to close around the rosy peaks and lazily circled her clit with his thumb and index finger as she struggled to follow his instructions. Harry kissed her shoulder in encouragement and pinched her clit at the exact moment her fingers closed around her nipples. The needy shriek that escaped Daphne’s lips awoke something deep inside him. He roared and sped up, keeping her pinned against him to make sure he didn’t accidentally pound her into the bed.

Daphne was completely out of it. Her blonde hair cascaded around her face, obscuring her closed eyes and red cheeks from view. Her parted lips were swollen and glistening, and a trickle of drool hung from her chin. It occasionally dropped tiny drops onto her breasts, causing her to shiver. She sighed as the pressure in her chest vanished. Two thin streams of milk ran down the curve of her breasts, staining her skin.

She knew she was supposed to ask for permission, but she couldn’t help it. His dick slamming deep inside her with every thrust felt too good. Her clit throbbed but he kept up the punishing pace, pinching and twisting the sensitive nub until she wasn’t sure where the stinging ended and pleasure began. She chalked it up as another fun punishment she had earned and let go, losing herself in the rainbow of sensations consuming her body.

“Who’s getting bred?”

“I ahm!”

“Who?”

“I AHM!” Daphne screamed and blacked out. The orgasm crashed into her without warning and her body went limp in Harry’s arms. Harry kept thrusting but her pussy clamped around his shaft and made movement all but impossible.

“I… Daphne… DA-” He erupted in her with a strangled groan. He thrust deep inside her even as he came, determined to finish in her. His twitching manhood kept shooting ropes of seed inside her, painting her walls and filling her up. The cum soon leaked out of her gaping pussy, running down her creamy thighs and splashing onto the mattress. But Harry stayed sheathed inside her and kept cumming. The potion meant he had a lot to give her, enough to keep her relaxed and happy until their friends arrived for dinner.

Daphne had already begun to recover by the time he pulled out.

“Am phart of dhinner?” Daphne mumbled tiredly. Her eyes were dropping and she felt warm and fuzzy. She was happier than she had been in days and the only thing she needed to make the day perfect was a taste of the seed running down her thighs.

“What?” Harry asked, pulling out of her with a tired but happy sigh.

“Ahm stuffed like a turkhey,” Daphne mumbled.

Harry laughed and leaned in to kiss her head. He ignored her whines and gently batted away the hand that was trying to gather up some of his seed from her thighs.

“Patience, princess,” Harry murmured. He grabbed her wrist, helping her get settled against the mountain of pillows propped up on the headboard of the bed.

Daphne pouted and spread her legs. Her pussy was gaping, the space created by her parted lips completely white. She was filled to the brim with his seed and a steady trickle leaked out of her, ending up down her legs or on the mattress.

Harry retrieved his wand from his pants and cast a simple incantation to retrieve a big dollop of the mixture of his seed and her arousal. The ball smashed against the gag in Daphne’s mouth and coated it. Every time Daphne shifted her tongue the ball gag rotated, giving her a taste of the salty and tangy mixture.

“Hermione told me pregnant women crave lemons too. I didn’t have any so I came up with an alternative,” Harry teased.

Daphne didn’t respond. She simply stared at him with wide eyes. Her brain shut down as it tried to process the sensations on her tongue and how utterly divine it felt.

She had the best husband ever, she decided. She leaned back against the pillows and kept playing with her breasts, bouncing the heavy tear-drop-shaped mounds in her hands to give him a show while he got dressed.

“The incantation will place a deposit on the gag every six minutes. There’s enough to last you until-” Harry glanced at the clock on the wall and smirked “-dinner.”

Daphne’s eyes widened further.

“T-thank yhou,” she mumbled hoarsely, finally finding her voice.

“You’re welcome, love.” Harry secured his belt before walking up to stand by her side. He leaned in and kissed her forehead, lingering for a second to inhale her intoxicating scent. “Merry Christmas.”

Daphne leaned back and closed her eyes once Harry left, relaxing on their soft bed, and rolling the gag with her tongue. She was being greedy but she didn’t care. There was enough and if she needed more, she was sure Harry would be more than happy to make some more.

As much as I want, Daphne thought with a happy giggle. He’s all mine.

Notes:

The story was meant to be a 'The Grass Is Always Greener' Smutmas Drabble but I had so much fun writing it that I just kept going and it became a Short Story instead. The Grass Is Always Greener will also be updated this week, so it's a double treat for all you Haphne lovers! I am open to requests for Drabbles (and ONLY Drabbles, my Commission Roster has a backlog I'm working on clearing) so if you want one sign up to the $9 tier or above! Higher tiers get longer chapters with a drabble cap of 2,000 words.