Department of Housewife Health and Happiness: Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Doing the Deed

“One room? It’s cute how close you girls are,” Harry said.

The shared room where Astoria and Daphne were staying was moderately sized with two twin beds on opposite sides. Astoria had a girlish taste in colors, the sheets and pillowcases being a blend of white and pastel pink. Daphne’s side was purely green and black. A line of tape ran down the middle of the room, dividing it in two. Harry pulled Astoria toward her side of the room while Ron and Daphne went the other way. 

Harry let go of Astoria and hopped onto the bed. He fixed the pillows to lean comfortably on the headboard. Sitting with his legs spread, he pointed at Astoria, tilting his finger up.

Her toes left the floor.

As she was levitated, Astoria kicked her legs at her sudden weightlessness. She grabbed the hem of her dress to try and keep it down. Once over Harry’s lap, she dropped. His arms moved around her.

“Do you think I’ll be turned on by your feats of magic?” Astoria asked.

Harry made the dress he’d re-conjured vanish again. Nude in his lap, Astoria was forced to spread her legs as Harry put his hand between them, his middle finger sliding along her slit.

“It feels like you are,” he said.

Meanwhile, Daphne had dropped her bathrobe. She was nude underneath it. She pulled Ron onto the bed and climbed on top of him, but Ron flipped them just as fast. He put his hands on her thighs and pushed them up.

“Time to get to work,” he announced with the calm determination of a salaryman venturing toward his cubicle.

“What are you…?” Daphne followed his gaze down to her mound. Ron was leaning forward. “You couldn’t mean to—!”

Whatever else she was going to say stopped the instant Ron’s tongue slipped inside her. She grinded her head into her pillow and arched her back. Her toes reached for the heavens while she saw stars. Between her moans, Daphne gasped out words.

“That’s not proper! No true wizard would do something like that!”

Ron drew his tongue out of her depths, making her squeak again. “Why not?” he asked. “That doesn’t make much sense, does it? You were just sucking on my knob.”

“But that… I’m a witch!” Daphne said.

Ron shrugged. “And I’m a wizard with a damn good meal. You know me. I love to eat.”

He buried his face in Daphne’s muff, shaking his head side to side while digging through her with his tongue. 

Astoria had her own plight. She was trying to keep her voice down as Harry teased her. His fingers, which had been running along the outside of her quim, slipped inside. 

“Mm!” Astoria squeaked.

“You might as well say how you really feel,” Harry said. “Your body’s already being honest.”

Astoria was dripping. Her essence was running off his knuckles and making dark drops on her sheets. Her hips moved with life of their own, rubbing herself straight on his bulge. 

“G-Go to hell,” Astoria mumbled.

Harry sighed, smiling goodnaturedly. “Well, it’s fine. I don’t mind doing things this way.”

His fingers sank deeper, part of his hand brushing the underside of her clit. Astoria immediately spread her legs further. She tossed her head back, her brown hair scattering over Harry’s shoulder, bringing them face to face. He greeted her. “Having fun?”

Astoria hissed through her clenched teeth. Her eyes were partially closed, blotting out half of the glare she tried to give him.

“I don’t particularly mind if you hate me,” Harry said. “That dynamic can be tasty from time to time. But really, treat your mother a bit better.”

“What do you care?” Astoria said. “You don’t even know what she put us through.”

“Oh? Let’s hear it then. What was so horrible?”

“She ran away!” Astoria hissed. 

“It seems like she’s here now.”

“Not from home, do-olt.” The word took on an extra syllable when Astoria gasped in the middle. “She abandoned the pureblood cause after father died. Everyone looked down on us!”

Harry had a vague recollection of the late Lord Greengrass, not because they ever met but because he dealt with the man’s aftermath as a young Auror. Lord Greengrass had been a Death Eater that was killed by a Muggle-born he was sent to round up during Voldemort’s reign over the ministry. Frankly, that was the last person Harry was going to be sympathetic toward.

Never one to beat around the bush, Harry said, “Your father brought that on himself.”

“Sure he did!” Astoria gasped. “But mother should have played along! She tried to leave the country. When they found out, the Death Eaters took everything but our house! I was supposed to be rich, but I can’t even buy a second home to escape my irritating husband! It’s unbelievable!”

Harry flipped them forward. Astoria landed on her face. Harry got rid of his clothes and kept rubbing her pussy, doing so from behind now as Astoria raised her rump with her knees.

“You could also have been in Azkaban now. Your mum made the right choice.”

Astoria hissed. “Save the preaching!”

Harry moved his dick toward her pussy, poking her entrance. “Right. Let’s stop wasting time. If I have to shape you into a respectable woman, I can always do it one thrust at a time.

When his dick sunk into her, and his body hit Astoria’s like a thunderclap, she howled. Harry grabbed her arse cheeks with both hands and got busy.

On the other side of the room, Ron’s face was dripping. Daphne was a squirter, he’d quickly discovered first-hand. He didn’t mind. He had wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and gone straight back to eating. By now, his face had been pressure washed three separate times. 

Daphne suddenly grabbed his shoulders. Her grip was weak, but Ron allowed her to pull him. She dragged him until he was right on top of her. Her legs circled around his waist.

“You’re a failure of a wizard,” she said. For some reason, her voice was warm. It felt like a compliment, although Ron didn’t see how it could be.

“What’d I do?” Ron wondered.

“You put your mouth in such a dirty place,” Daphne said. “No self-respecting wizard would do that. You called me beautiful— such a doltish compliment. You’ve barely even looked at my breasts.”

Ron rubbed the back of his head. “Oh, they’re lovely! It’s just the rest of you is so pretty too…”

“Mm!” Daphne moaned. She dug her ankles into the top part of Ron’s buttocks. “Fuck me already.”

Ron stared at her, struck once again by how confusing women were. Did she like him or did she hate him? He really couldn’t tell. So, in trademark Ronald Weasley fashion, he set thinking aside and got to doing what had to be done. 

Ron’s dick rammed all the way to Daphne’s womb. Her shriek drowned out the moans of her sister. Ron pulled back and did it again. After a few thrusts, Daphne’s pussy was threatening to climax.

“H-Hold my hands!” she stammered. 

Ron swept her smaller palms into his huge ones and squeezed. The instant he did, Daphne’s pussy coughed up a body-shivering orgasm. So Ron held her hands tighter and kept fucking.

Astoria, bent over like a Knockturn whore, was starting to scream at almost the same volume as her sister. Her arse would’ve been jiggling if Harry wasn’t holding it so tightly. Astoria was being driven crazy— by his cock and by his voice in different ways.

“Merlin, you're tight,” Harry said. “Doesn’t Draco ever fuck you? Oh, that’s right! You said he’s an inch long.”

“He isn’t!” Astoria gasped. “He’s at least two…”

Harry was silent for a few seconds as he tore up her insides. 

“I think you should stop defending him. You’re only making it worse.”

“It’s not my fault!” Astoria snapped. Her voice almost sounded anguished, it was so chock-full of pleasure. “I didn’t make him so small! I never asked for you to come here, so damn strong and fast and— It’s not my fault!”

Harry calmly wrapped her hair around one of his hands, leaning forward and using his grip to hold her head down. “So what you’re saying is, you never asked me to knock you up.”

“That’s right!”

“Then ask,” he said.

The gears in Astoria’s brain turned slowly, clogged by the pleasure she was experiencing. “What?”

“Ask me to fuck you. Beg me to keep going. Otherwise, I’ll stop right now.”

“L-Like I would ever—!”

Harry’s hips grinded to a stop. Astoria’s pussy, which had been singing a wet song full of percussion, went quiet, her insides twitching in frustrated. Harry could feel her aching for more.

“Say it.”

Astoria squeezed the sheets of her childhood bed. She could feel Harry inside of her, his dick stretching her open but not moving. She gnashed her teeth.

“I’m waiting.”

“...Merlin dammnit, fuck me!” she screamed. “I don’t care anymore! I don’t care who gets me off, as long as I can feel something! Fuck me, Harry Potter, with the cock I wish my husband had! Tear my pussy in half! Fill my fucking womb already!”

The instant Harry moved again, his tip barging against her womb via a devastating thrust, Astoria climaxed. It was different from the responses her body had given so far. Finally being honest with herself, her last inhibitions dissolved. Her body reacted the way it wanted to without regrets— full, unadulterated pleasure.

“Don’t you dare stop now!” Astoria demanded. “If we’ve come this far then fuck me, Harry Potter! Give me an heir! Break my back!”

Harry pulled on her glossy brunette hair. “As you wish m’lady.”

On the other bed, Daphne was writhing. Her breasts swelled as she lifted her chest as far as it would go, relishing Ron’s grip on her hands. 

“Kiss me!” she said.

Ron did it, straight on the lips. He slipped her a little tongue. Daphne could taste her juices, mixing a bit of dirtiness into the otherwise sweet kiss. Just like when Ron first held her hands, the kiss made her cum faster than any amount of thrusting.

“Blimey,” he muttered. “It’s like you’ve never been kissed before.”

“Theo doesn’t like it,” Daphne whispered.

“Wha—? Why not?”

Daphne turned her head, pressing her cheek into the pillow behind her head. She avoided Ron’s eyes. “He says it’s not proper. He never cared about my face, only my body. Last time, he asked me to do it with my head covered.”

“Then he’s a bloody idiot!” Ron said.

Daphne blushed, but still didn’t look back at him. “I dsif. He covered my head. But then he got mad, because I couldn’t tell when he was inside me. He realized I’d been faking my moans and kicked me out.”

Ron clenched his jaw. He let go of Daphne’s hands. She flinched, thinking that he was recoiling from what he had heard. Instead, Ron grabbed both her cheeks and pointed her face at himself. He kissed her on the lips, sinking his tongue as far in as it would go.

“Mmph!” Daphne exclaimed. 

Ron’s hips picked up speed. His dick squelched into and out of Daphne’s pussy. Overwhelmed by therapid uptick in speed, Daphne’s legs — which had been wound around Ron’s waist — shot into the air. Her toes stretched like they were trying to reach the roof.

Ron kissed her for over a minute. When their lips separated, a big string of spit trailed from his tongue’s tip down to Daphne’s pouty lower lip.

“Ahhhhhnnnnnggggghhh!” Daphne groaned. The nerves in her crotch were on fire, her pussy stretching in ways she hadn’t been aware were possible.

“If that was fake then you’ve fooled me,” Ron said cheekily.

A spark entered Daphne’s eye. This time she was the one to grab his head, pulling him down to kiss her. Meanwhile, Ron’s hips hit her like a piston. Wrapped up in her honey pot, it didn’t take him long to fill her insides.

Daphne screamed straight into his mouth when she felt Ron’s load. Same as his cock, the size of his load was incomparable to anything she’d experienced before. For the first time since she got married, Daphne felt as if she might finally get an heir. If this couldn’t knock her up, nothing could.

“You alright down there Daph?” Ron asked, even as his cum was continuing to seep into her. “Can I keep going?”

Daphne’s eyes widened. “You… can keep going…?” she repeated his question.

“Brilliant!” Ron said, taking her disbelief for permission.

He started moving again with the same vigor. Daphne’s childhood bed squawked and begged for mercy while its owner got her cum-filled pussy continuously pounded. 

Daphne was ahead of her sister, who was still waiting for her first load. Harry was enjoying teasing Astoria, driving her into orgasm after orgasm while he held out.

“Are you impotent?” Astoria eventually demanded.

Deciding that the time was right, Harry pushed her head into the bed and brought out his hips’ full potential.

“You look good like this,” Harry whispered. 

Astoria was holding the sheets for dear life. Her face was being pushed into the mattress. Harry had such a good grip on her hair that her scalp was straining. At some point she had started rocking her hips backwards, moving into every thrust to enhance the feeling. For once, she didn’t even tell Harry to shut up. All her muffled voice did was moan. Smirking, Harry creampied Draco’s wife.

He stopped thrusting when he did it. Waiting, he let Astoria feel every single drop that was seeping into her. He rubbed circles into her lower back, massaging her body above where his seed was penetrating. Only after a minute and a half of this did he start to move again. Astoria instantly whipped her head up, moaning uproariously.

“You promised me hours! You better not go back on your word!” she said.

“You don’t need to worry about that,” Harry said.

From brunch time through to early evening, Harry put Astoria through every position imaginable. On her knees, stomach, back, and side, Harry ravaged her. She got less chatty, her voice going hoarse. Eventually, Harry’s thrusts started spraying cum onto the sheets. Astoria was so full she started leaking.

Across the room, Daphne and Ron never changed positions. Daphne made sure to keep Ron on top of her, kissing him and letting him pound her. Since they weren’t moving, all the extra cum Daphne’s snatch couldn’t swallow ended up in a concentrated pool below her taint, seeping into the sheets. At almost the same time, after two marathon sex sessions, the Greengrass sisters’ bodies gave out. Daphne fell unconscious with a wide smile. Astoria ended up face-down, cum pouring from her pussy and her limbs splayed flat. Ron tucked Daphne in before he stood. Harry just got up. They looked at each other, and Ron’s stomach growled. 

“I’m starving,” he said. “D’you think those snacks are still around?”

“I’m pretty sure there’s one snack here,” Harry said. “It should be right on the other side of the door.”

“No kidding?” Ron asked.

He eagerly jogged to the door, not even getting dressed. When it came to food Ron was never the kind to hesitate. He hurled open the door— making someone scream.

Anastacia Greengrass fell back on her ample butt. Her legs were spread. She had been kneeling, her robes hiked up and her panties shunted down. The last thing she expected was the door she’d been spying through the keyhole of to suddenly fly open.

“Wha—? What are you doing here?” Ron asked. He looked around. “And where’s the snack?”

Harry joined him. “Right in front of you. Don’t you think before we eat, we should make sure we do our job properly? There can never be enough heirs running around…”

“Oh. Oh!” Ron said. He looked at Anastacia in a different way, recognizing her stunning looks for her age. “That doesn’t sound too bad.”

Anastacia looked back and forth between the naked studs who just bred her daughters like broodmares. She took in their muscles and the large shapes between their legs, catching details that her spying hadn’t allowed her to see before— including Daphne’s and Astoria’s juices dripping off in droves.

Anastacia gave them a nervous smile. “T-Treat me well, please.”