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Daphne's Marriage Escape (Ch. 1 - A Tempting Offer)
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Harry sat behind his large desk, looking at the pile of paperwork that seemed to grow larger every day. He sighed, running a hand through his jet-black hair as he glanced at the clock on the wall. It was a quiet afternoon with no visitors, which meant he had plenty of time to catch up on the ever-increasing stack of forms and reports that came with being the Head of the Auror Office.
After the War, Harry had been hailed as a hero, and the wizarding society has been eager to put him on a pedestal ever since. As a result, he had quickly climbed the ranks within the Ministry, despite his young age, and the position of Head Auror had been offered to him not long after he joined. It was a great honour, and Harry relished the opportunity to make a difference and ensure that another dark lord did not rise to power.
But if he knew how much paper work the job entailed when he took it, maybe he wouldn't have been so enthusiastic...
His eyes swept across the documents, reviewing the latest cases of illegal Apparition and suspected Death Eater activity. Just as he was about to sign off on a report, a soft knock sounded on the door.
"Come in," he called out, not looking up from his work.
The door opened, and a cool breeze entered the stuffy office, along with a slender figure. Harry looked up, immediately alert, as the delicious scent of perfume reached his nostrils.
Daphne Greengrass stood before him, and Harry's heart skipped a beat. She was like an angel, with her long, blonde hair cascading down her shoulders and those mesmerising blue eyes that could melt even the coldest of hearts. She wore a tight, cream-coloured dress that hugged her curves perfectly, the skirt riding high on her thighs to reveal her long, slender legs.
Harry's mouth went dry as he watched her saunter toward him, hips swaying seductively. He couldn't help but notice the way the fabric strained against her delectable bottom, or the way the low-cut neckline revealed the sides of her plump, pert breasts.
She smiled, her full lips glossed and inviting, as she stopped opposite his desk, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Hello, Harry," she purred, her voice like honey.
He wasn't aware that the two of them were on first-name basis, having never said more than a few words to each other throughout their time at Hogwarts. But at this moment, Harry didn't care. In fact, he liked the sound of his name on her tongue.
Unable to resist the pull of her magnetic charm, Harry returned her smile. "Daphne, what a pleasant surprise. What do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" he asked, his voice deepening.
Daphne's eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and apprehension as she bit her bottom lip. She leaned forward slightly, her hands resting on the edge of his desk, giving Harry a tantalising glimpse down the front of her dress. The fabric stretched tightly across her ample cleavage, offering him a delightful peek at the swell of her breasts. Her tits appeared to strain against the confines of the fabric, begging to be released. Harry's lungs seemed to forget their function as he stared, transfixed by the heavenly vision before him.
She licked her lips, drawing his attention to her full, sensual mouth. "I hope you're doing well, Harry," she said softly, her eyes drifting to his lips. "I've actually come to seek your assistance with a rather delicate matter."
Harry's brow creased in confusion. Daphne Greengrass, the former Ice Queen of Slytherin, rarely sought help from anyone. In fact, it was hard to imagine her requiring any assistance, given her cool and composed demeanour. His curiosity was piqued.
As Daphne's gaze locked onto his, Harry felt a shiver run down his spine. Her eyes seemed to bore into his very soul, and he couldn't help but feel like a moth drawn to a flame. He gestured to the couch at the side of his office, his eyes never leaving hers. "Please, have a seat. Can I offer you a cup of tea?" He tried to sound casual, but his voice came out a little husky.
Daphne's smile grew wider as she glided toward the couch, her hips swaying in a way that made his cock twitch. The fabric of her dress was stretched taut across her fantastic ass, highlighting its roundness and making Harry wonder what it would feel like to run his hands over its silky surface. And as she sat down, her skirt rode up even higher, and Harry's eyes were drawn to the smooth expanse of her thighs. And as she crossed her legs, he even caught a glimpse of the lacy trim of her panties. He felt his mouth go dry as he poured her a cup of tea, his hands shaking slightly.
Harry handed her the warm mug, enjoying the way her delicate fingers brushed against his as she took it from him. He noticed her eyes flick towards his crotch, and a slow smirk played on her lips. Without a word, she placed the teacup on the table and leaned closer to him on the couch, until their knees were touching. Her eyes held his intently, and Harry could see the determination in their depths.
Harry's pulse quickened as the sweet fragrance of her perfume filled his senses. He struggled to maintain eye contact, especially when she began to speak in that sultry voice of hers.
"Harry..." she began, her tone coaxing, almost pleading. Her hand moved to rest upon his thigh, and he felt a jolt of electricity course through him. "I trust you've heard the recent news of my engagement." It wasn't a question.
Harry nodded slowly, unable to tear his eyes away from hers. He'd heard rumours of her recent betrothal to Draco Malfoy of all people, which was why he was all the more surprised to find her here alone, looking so damn desirable. He swallowed hard. Had her fiancé sent her to him for some reason? No, that didn't make sense... Something told him this visit was personal. Very personal.
Her hand slipped further up his thigh, inching closer to his crotch, and Harry's breath hitched. His cock was already rock hard, pressed uncomfortably against the confines of his trousers, and he wondered how much longer he could keep himself under control. Especially when Daphne's fingers started massaging his inner thigh, so close to the bulge in his trousers. He closed his eyes briefly, trying to gather his composure. When he opened them again, resolve firmed in his expression.
"Yes, I've heard," he managed, keeping his voice steady despite the thrilling touch of her fingers. "Congratulations." He knew he should stop her right there, but something about the situation-the scent of her perfume, the intensity in her eyes, the feeling of her soft hand on his skin-made him want to hear her out. Besides, part of him wanted to know the reason behind her unexpected visit.
"Thank you," she breathed, leaning even closer now, her breasts brushing against his arm. Her free hand began to trail up and down his forearm, sending shivers along his skin. "The thing is, Harry... I don't want this marriage."
He furrowed his brows, finding it difficult to concentrate with her so near. Her words seemed distant, like background noise to the pulsating desire in his veins. Then, her hand found the bulge in his trousers and squeezed, and his eyes snapped back to hers.
"You see..." She paused, her gaze dropping to his lips, and then back up to his eyes, and Harry felt his heart pound in his chest. This close, he could see the flecks of gold in her mesmerising stare. "This marriage was arranged by my parents without my consent. Draco and I... we loathe each other." Her voice sounded strained, and Harry sensed there was more to it than met the eye.
Harry's mind raced. Arranged marriages were not uncommon in the wizarding world, but usually, they were between noble families who aimed to strengthen their bloodlines or gain political favour. He frowned, realising the implications. "Your family is... financially strapped?" he guessed quietly, remembering the rumoured decline of the once-prominent House of Greengrass.
She nodded, her eyes dropping momentarily, confirming his suspicion. When she looked up again, there was an imploring expression in her eyes. "My parents are desperate to salvage their failing finances, and they believe the Malfoy's wealth can save them." She paused, biting her lip, and Harry saw a flash of anger in her eyes. "But I refuse to spend the rest of my life with someone I despise, just for the sake of money."
Harry couldn't tell whether the alluring woman before him was acting, or if this was indeed a sincere plea for help. If he were to guess, he'd say a bit of both. After all, this was Daphne Greengrass, the girl who had every man at Hogwarts wrapped around her finger during their school days, praying she'd even just look in their direction. But no matter the lengths she had gone in the past to get what she wanted, she had never struck him as the type to beg.
Which meant... this was serious.
Harry cleared his throat, aware that he needed to keep a level head. "And so you came to me," he stated, more than asked, wondering where this conversation would lead.
Daphne's hand hadn't stopped its slow, torturous movement along his inner thigh, occasionally brushing against the strain of his erection. "Yes," she whispered. Her eyes bored into his, and Harry felt himself getting lost in their depth. "I need your help, Harry. I'm begging you... Please, break this engagement for me."
His heart skipped a beat at her plea. The way she said his name sent a thrill down his spine, and he struggled to keep his thoughts straight. What was she doing to him? How could a simple request from Daphne Greengrass have him feeling lightheaded? And yet, he found himself unable to resist.
"And how do you propose I do that?" he asked, his voice coming out rougher than intended. He was acutely aware of the firm press of her body against his side, the warmth of her breast against his arm. Merlin, how he wanted to reach out and explore her, to feel the silky skin of her legs...
But instead, he kept his hands firmly clasped together in his lap, resisting the temptation. With a slight smirk playing on her lips, Daphne leaned even closer, until their faces were almost touching. Harry's breath quickened as the sweet fragrance of her hair enveloped him. Her eyes held his captive, and her next words sent a jolt of electricity through his body.
"Do whatever it takes, Harry," she murmured, her tone low and enticing. "Use magic, bribe him, threaten him... I don't care what it takes. Just make sure he never lays a finger on me." There was a moment of charged silence, during which Harry fought the urge to lean in and capture those full, tempting lips with his own. Instead, he took a steadying breath and tried to focus on her words.
"And what makes you think I'd be willing to involve myself in such a delicate-and possibly dangerous-matter?" he countered, his voice steady despite the chaos brewing within him.
As if on cue, Daphne's hand moved from his inner thigh to rest upon his crotch, squeezing gently. Harry's eyes widened, and a strangled moan escaped him. He felt his cock twitch inside his trousers, growing even harder if that was possible. He glanced down, watching her hand move suggestively over the bulge.
She leaned back slightly, and Harry followed her gaze downward. Her eyes sparkled with a mixture of challenge and promise as she gave his burgeoning erection a final squeeze. "I'll do anything," she breathed. "Anything to show you my gratitude."
Harry's throat went dry as those three little words hung in the air between them. Anything. A shiver ran down his spine at the thought of what she might offer. His brain buzzed with possibilities, and his cock throbbed against her hand in anticipation. He felt like he was walking on thin ice, teetering on the edge of reason. If he gave in to her proposition, he knew there would be no turning back. But, Merlin, it was tempting!
He licked his lips, buying himself some time to think while enjoying the sensation of her fingers massaging him. Finally, he spoke, keeping his eyes locked on hers. "This is quite the proposal, Daphne," he said, pausing to gather his composure. "I'll need some time to consider it."
Her smile grew wider, and she leaned forward, pressing her breasts against his arm. Harry felt the heat of her skin through his robe, and his stomach flipped. "I understand," she purred. "A week should be sufficient, wouldn't you agree?"
Harry nodded slowly, hardly daring to breathe. A week to decide whether to embark on a potentially disastrous course of action, or to walk away and forget about this tantalising offer burning holes in his pockets. A week to dream about what 'anything' might entail...
Before he could take back his answer, tell her that a week was way too long, and that he wanted whatever anything meant right this very moment; Daphne stood up gracefully from the couch. Harry's eyes tracked the movement, taking in the way her dress hugged her curves as she rose. She bent forward to adjust her skirt, providing him with a glorious view of her exquisite, heart-shaped ass. The fabric stretched taut across her cheeks, offering him a perfect glimpse of the crevice between them. Harry's mouth watered as his eyes traced the smooth, tan lines of her thighs. He felt an overwhelming urge to palm those lovely globes, to knead and squeeze them in his hands.
Then, just as he thought she'd leave, Daphne turned, presenting him with one last, tantalising view of her fabulous figure before stepping closer. Very slowly, she sank to her knees, right in front of him. Harry's eyes went wide as she reached for his belt buckle and unfastened it, giving him an impish grin over her shoulder.
It happened so fast that Harry barely had time to react. One moment she was kneeling before him, and the next, his trousers were pushed down around his ankles. His massive cock sprang free, catching Daphne's attention immediately. She gasped, and Harry saw her eyes widen with obvious delight. Then, without any preamble, she wrapped her slender fingers around his thick shaft and began stroking him, causing Harry to groan loudly.
"Oh, Harry..." she breathed, her eyes fixed on his cock as her hand pumped up and down. "So... big..."
Harry couldn't help but watch in awe as well. Seeing Daphne Greengrass, the cool and composed beauty, on her knees in front of him, holding his erection with such evident adoration, was beyond anything he'd ever imagined. He ran a trembling hand through his hair, trying to collect his scattered thoughts. This was insane. And yet, here she was, worshipping his cock with skilled hands, her blue eyes glazed over with lust.
Leaning forward, Daphne pressed a kiss to the tip of his penis, causing Harry to suck in a sharp breath. Then, her warm, wet mouth descended upon him, and he nearly cried out. Her tongue swirled around the head, tasting him, and Harry felt his toes curl.
"Fuck, Daphne..." he managed, unable to believe this was actually happening. "What are you doing?"
But instead of answering, she merely smiled, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she took him deeper into her mouth. Harry felt his entire body go rigid as pleasure shot through him. The sensation of her soft lips and expert technique sent him soaring. It had been awhile since he'd last had sex, and the sheer intensity of her blowjob left him weak in the knees.
She took him deep into her mouth, causing Harry's eyes to roll back in ecstasy. Her hands held his thighs firmly, keeping him steady as she bobbed her head. The sight of her lips stretching around his thick member was almost enough to send him over the edge. Almost. With a supreme effort, Harry forced himself to focus on her face, on the way her blonde locks fell around her shoulders, framing her lovely features.
Daphne's eyes fluttered up to meet Harry's, and the sight of his pure, unadulterated pleasure spurred her on. She began to move her head faster, her mouth working its magic on his cock. The sound of his ragged breathing filled the room, and she revelled in the power she held over him at that moment. Her fingers dug into his thighs, leaving little crescent moons in their wake, and she moaned around his girth, the vibrations sending shivers up his spine.
Harry couldn't believe the scene unfolding before him. Daphne Greengrass, the woman he'd only ever known as Hogwarts' Bombshell, was on her knees in his office, giving him the best blowjob of his life. His fingers gently tangled in her golden locks, guiding her movements as he surrendered to the sensation. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, not with everything she had just told him, but the feeling of her warm, wet mouth enveloping him was too much to resist.
As Daphne continued to work her magic, Harry felt the familiar tension building in his balls. He knew he was close, but he wanted to savour every moment of this unexpected encounter. His hips moved in time with her movements, thrusting gently into her mouth, and he was rewarded with a low moan that vibrated through her throat and straight into his soul.
"I'm... I'm gonna cum," he warned her hoarsely, unsure if she'd stop in time. But rather than pulling away, Daphne simply tightened her grip on his shaft and increased the pace of her movements. Her other hand found its way to his testicles, massaging them gently, and Harry felt his entire body tense up.
With a final, desperate moan, Harry came. Rope after rope of hot semen exploded from his cock, filling Daphne's mouth. She swallowed eagerly, her eyes locked on his, never once breaking eye contact as she milked every drop from him. Harry's vision sparkled at the edges as the most intense orgasm of his life ripped through him. Only when the last tremors subsided did Daphne release his spent member, licking her lips clean with apparent relish.
"Mmm, delicious," she murmured, standing up gracefully. Her eyes glinted with triumph, and there was an unmistakable smirk on her face as she smoothed down her dress, as if she knew she had already won. "That should prove my sincerity." She winked. "Think it over carefully, Harry. A week from now, I'll expect your answer."
And with one last, sultry glance, she turned and left, leaving Harry alone in his office, his mind reeling from the extraordinary events of the past few minutes. He slumped back against the couch, still catching his breath from the mind-blowing experience. As the reality of what had just happened began to sink in, Harry knew he probably wouldn't need anywhere near a week to make up his mind.
There was only one problem. How was he supposed to concentrate on anything else for the next seven days?
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Jerry Wright
This is outstanding
