May 16th: To the Victor go the Spoils
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hp_may_madnessTitle: May 16th: To the Victor go the Spoils
Characters or Pairing: Harry/Daphne/Astoria
Word Count: 1354
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: Day 16: Games
"This is no fun at all," Harry said as he slipped his boxers off and tossed them onto the floor.
"Don't be a sore loser, Harry," Daphne admonished him. "It's not our fault you're so terrible at poker."
She wasn't wrong. Daphne had proposed a "special game" between the three of them to celebrate the successful end of his field mission. Harry was excited when it first began, but it turned out strip poker wasn't all that fun when you lost nearly every hand. As the defeats piled up, the clothing came off; the boxers were the last to go. Astoria at least was down to her purple bra and knickers, but Daphne had only lost her shoes and socks. She was far too good at reading him, and it seemed she had the same perceptiveness when it came to Astoria. Perhaps that shouldn't have been a surprise considering it was that perceptiveness that brought the three of them together in the first place.
"So can I go do something else now?" he asked. "Not like I've got anything left to bet."
"No way!" Daphne said, smirking at him from across the kitchen table. "We aren't letting our eye candy go anywhere!"
"What am I supposed to do? Sit here naked and do nothing?"
"I think we should let him keep playing, Daphne," Astoria said. Daphne raised an eyebrow at her, and Astoria grinned. "Since he doesn't have any clothes to bet, let's just say that if he loses a hand the game pauses for five minutes."
"And he has to do whatever the winner says for those five minutes," Daphne finished, drawing a pleased nod from Astoria. "I like the way you think, sister. It's settled then."
"No point in objecting to this, is there?" Harry asked, already knowing the answer.
"Nope," Astoria confirmed. "It's your turn to deal, Eye Candy."
"That name better not stick," he muttered as he started to deal out the cards. He glanced at his hand and shook his head.
He didn't even bother to show his cards when it was time; like a pair of 2s was going to win anything! Astoria had a pair of Kings, but they were no match for Daphne's three Jacks. Astoria huffed, and Harry was mildly surprised to see her remove her knickers instead of her bra. It was actually a little disappointing for him since the table hid all the good bits from his view. At least he would've had some eye candy of his own to enjoy if she'd taken the bra off.
"We'll start with something simple," Daphne said. "For the next five minutes, you have to massage my shoulders."
That wasn't too bad. He got up from his chair and walked over to Daphne, ignoring the whistle from Astoria as she ogled his naked body. Daphne sighed as soon as he started rubbing her shoulders.
"That's the stuff," she said. "Too bad my shirt's still on. Why do you both have to be so terrible at poker?"
"So sorry to disappoint, Your Majesty," Astoria said sarcastically, though Harry could see the envy on her face as she watched her sister enjoying the massage.
"Time's up," Astoria called out loudly, drawing a muttered expletive from Daphne. Harry returned to his chair, and his wife dealt out the cards for the next hand.
He thought he might actually have a chance with his two pair, but Daphne trumped him with a higher two pair combination. She smiled smugly, seemingly already plotting what her next demand would be, but then Astoria threw her hand down on the table: a straight.
"Sorry, Daph, but this one's mine," Astoria crowed.
"Whatever. There's still no way you're catching up to me," Daphne said, quickly slipping her shirt off.
"Maybe not," Astoria acknowledged. "But for the next five minutes, Eye Candy is mine."
"Okay, seriously. Eye Candy better not stick," Harry protested.
"Fair enough," Astoria said. "Since dear big sis already did me the honor of getting rid of my knickers, I want you to crawl underneath the table and eat me out...Mr. Candy."
Harry closed his eyes and shook his head at the name, but did as she requested. He pushed his chair back, got onto his hands and knees and crawled under the table, making his way to his lover. At least the table wasn't blocking his view of her any more.
"Totally unfair," he could hear Daphne complain from the other side of the table. "I started with a shoulder rub, and you jump straight to having him go down on you?"
"Hey, it's not my fault you lack imagination," Astoria said above him. She scooted forward in her chair to grant him easier access, and he went to work.
"I didn't hear you complaining about my lack of imagination last night," Daphne said. Harry didn't understand the reference, but he needed to ignore the sisters' banter and focus on his duty anyway.
Since he only had five minutes, he didn't waste any time. He used his lips, tongue and fingers with gusto, and though the table prevented him from seeing Astoria's face, her loud moans let him know how well he was doing. Unfortunately, he simply didn't have enough time to finish her before Daphne called him back to continue the game.
"I'm beginning to hate this game," Astoria said as Harry crawled back to his seat.
None of them were surprised when Daphne won the next hand. Astoria unsnapped her bra and flung it down onto the middle of the table, the symbolic final spoil of war that signified Daphne's ultimate victory.
"I win," his wife said, picking up the purple bra and twirling it through the air. He didn't see that though, because he was too busy staring at his lover's exposed breasts.
"We bow before your poker skills, mistress," Astoria said flatly.
"Oh, you'll be doing more than that," Daphne promised. "Now that this game's over, it's time to go upstairs and start a whole new game. And since I whipped both of your arses just now, I'll be the one in charge."
She was true to her word. Minutes later they were up in the master bedroom, Daphne now just as naked as the losers. Harry was behind her on the bed, on his knees and fucking her doggy style. She demanded he give it to her hard, and he obliged. He slammed into her for all he was worth, and the loud clapping of his hips slamming against her arse again and again was audible proof of just how hard he was shagging her.
Daphne was facing the foot of the bed, and per her orders, Astoria was sitting in a chair right in front of her, playing with herself as she watched the husband and wife shag. She wasn't allowed to go too far with her masturbation though; Daphne wanted to tease her sister, but she was under strict orders not to orgasm. Harry had no doubt Astoria was watching with mounting sexual frustration while Daphne stared straight back at her with a smile, but he couldn't watch any of that byplay. His wife had demanded he focus solely on her, and that's just what he was doing. He stared down, watching the sweat forming on Daphne's back, as well as admiring the way her bum jiggled each time he slammed home.
"That was delightful, Harry," Daphne said, panting slightly, after he'd finished inside of her. She rolled onto her back, feet dangling over the edge of the bed. "But now it's time for my poor frustrated sister to get some of your semen for herself."
"Yes, please!" Astoria said eagerly, shooting up off of the chair. "Harry, how soon are you gonna be ready?"
"Oh dear. It seems there's been a misunderstanding," Daphne said in faux-shock. "Sister, I wasn't offering you use of the Eye Candy. He needs his rest."
"Huh?" Astoria blinked and frowned at her sister, unsure what her offer had meant.
Daphne spread her legs wide, fully exposing herself to Astoria's gaze. "If you want it, come and get it."
Characters or Pairing: Harry/Daphne/Astoria
Word Count: 1354
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: Day 16: Games
"This is no fun at all," Harry said as he slipped his boxers off and tossed them onto the floor.
"Don't be a sore loser, Harry," Daphne admonished him. "It's not our fault you're so terrible at poker."
She wasn't wrong. Daphne had proposed a "special game" between the three of them to celebrate the successful end of his field mission. Harry was excited when it first began, but it turned out strip poker wasn't all that fun when you lost nearly every hand. As the defeats piled up, the clothing came off; the boxers were the last to go. Astoria at least was down to her purple bra and knickers, but Daphne had only lost her shoes and socks. She was far too good at reading him, and it seemed she had the same perceptiveness when it came to Astoria. Perhaps that shouldn't have been a surprise considering it was that perceptiveness that brought the three of them together in the first place.
"So can I go do something else now?" he asked. "Not like I've got anything left to bet."
"No way!" Daphne said, smirking at him from across the kitchen table. "We aren't letting our eye candy go anywhere!"
"What am I supposed to do? Sit here naked and do nothing?"
"I think we should let him keep playing, Daphne," Astoria said. Daphne raised an eyebrow at her, and Astoria grinned. "Since he doesn't have any clothes to bet, let's just say that if he loses a hand the game pauses for five minutes."
"And he has to do whatever the winner says for those five minutes," Daphne finished, drawing a pleased nod from Astoria. "I like the way you think, sister. It's settled then."
"No point in objecting to this, is there?" Harry asked, already knowing the answer.
"Nope," Astoria confirmed. "It's your turn to deal, Eye Candy."
"That name better not stick," he muttered as he started to deal out the cards. He glanced at his hand and shook his head.
He didn't even bother to show his cards when it was time; like a pair of 2s was going to win anything! Astoria had a pair of Kings, but they were no match for Daphne's three Jacks. Astoria huffed, and Harry was mildly surprised to see her remove her knickers instead of her bra. It was actually a little disappointing for him since the table hid all the good bits from his view. At least he would've had some eye candy of his own to enjoy if she'd taken the bra off.
"We'll start with something simple," Daphne said. "For the next five minutes, you have to massage my shoulders."
That wasn't too bad. He got up from his chair and walked over to Daphne, ignoring the whistle from Astoria as she ogled his naked body. Daphne sighed as soon as he started rubbing her shoulders.
"That's the stuff," she said. "Too bad my shirt's still on. Why do you both have to be so terrible at poker?"
"So sorry to disappoint, Your Majesty," Astoria said sarcastically, though Harry could see the envy on her face as she watched her sister enjoying the massage.
"Time's up," Astoria called out loudly, drawing a muttered expletive from Daphne. Harry returned to his chair, and his wife dealt out the cards for the next hand.
He thought he might actually have a chance with his two pair, but Daphne trumped him with a higher two pair combination. She smiled smugly, seemingly already plotting what her next demand would be, but then Astoria threw her hand down on the table: a straight.
"Sorry, Daph, but this one's mine," Astoria crowed.
"Whatever. There's still no way you're catching up to me," Daphne said, quickly slipping her shirt off.
"Maybe not," Astoria acknowledged. "But for the next five minutes, Eye Candy is mine."
"Okay, seriously. Eye Candy better not stick," Harry protested.
"Fair enough," Astoria said. "Since dear big sis already did me the honor of getting rid of my knickers, I want you to crawl underneath the table and eat me out...Mr. Candy."
Harry closed his eyes and shook his head at the name, but did as she requested. He pushed his chair back, got onto his hands and knees and crawled under the table, making his way to his lover. At least the table wasn't blocking his view of her any more.
"Totally unfair," he could hear Daphne complain from the other side of the table. "I started with a shoulder rub, and you jump straight to having him go down on you?"
"Hey, it's not my fault you lack imagination," Astoria said above him. She scooted forward in her chair to grant him easier access, and he went to work.
"I didn't hear you complaining about my lack of imagination last night," Daphne said. Harry didn't understand the reference, but he needed to ignore the sisters' banter and focus on his duty anyway.
Since he only had five minutes, he didn't waste any time. He used his lips, tongue and fingers with gusto, and though the table prevented him from seeing Astoria's face, her loud moans let him know how well he was doing. Unfortunately, he simply didn't have enough time to finish her before Daphne called him back to continue the game.
"I'm beginning to hate this game," Astoria said as Harry crawled back to his seat.
None of them were surprised when Daphne won the next hand. Astoria unsnapped her bra and flung it down onto the middle of the table, the symbolic final spoil of war that signified Daphne's ultimate victory.
"I win," his wife said, picking up the purple bra and twirling it through the air. He didn't see that though, because he was too busy staring at his lover's exposed breasts.
"We bow before your poker skills, mistress," Astoria said flatly.
"Oh, you'll be doing more than that," Daphne promised. "Now that this game's over, it's time to go upstairs and start a whole new game. And since I whipped both of your arses just now, I'll be the one in charge."
She was true to her word. Minutes later they were up in the master bedroom, Daphne now just as naked as the losers. Harry was behind her on the bed, on his knees and fucking her doggy style. She demanded he give it to her hard, and he obliged. He slammed into her for all he was worth, and the loud clapping of his hips slamming against her arse again and again was audible proof of just how hard he was shagging her.
Daphne was facing the foot of the bed, and per her orders, Astoria was sitting in a chair right in front of her, playing with herself as she watched the husband and wife shag. She wasn't allowed to go too far with her masturbation though; Daphne wanted to tease her sister, but she was under strict orders not to orgasm. Harry had no doubt Astoria was watching with mounting sexual frustration while Daphne stared straight back at her with a smile, but he couldn't watch any of that byplay. His wife had demanded he focus solely on her, and that's just what he was doing. He stared down, watching the sweat forming on Daphne's back, as well as admiring the way her bum jiggled each time he slammed home.
"That was delightful, Harry," Daphne said, panting slightly, after he'd finished inside of her. She rolled onto her back, feet dangling over the edge of the bed. "But now it's time for my poor frustrated sister to get some of your semen for herself."
"Yes, please!" Astoria said eagerly, shooting up off of the chair. "Harry, how soon are you gonna be ready?"
"Oh dear. It seems there's been a misunderstanding," Daphne said in faux-shock. "Sister, I wasn't offering you use of the Eye Candy. He needs his rest."
"Huh?" Astoria blinked and frowned at her sister, unsure what her offer had meant.
Daphne spread her legs wide, fully exposing herself to Astoria's gaze. "If you want it, come and get it."