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lrthunder82Title: A Not So Jolly Holiday
Author: LRThunder
Pairings: Harry/Daphne, Draco/Astoria
Word Count: 900
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Exhibitionism, voyeurism, incest (slightly off-screen)
Challenge: Day 23 Word prompt: holiday
Author's Notes: None
"Potter, please tell me you're joking," Draco sneered as he looked at the hotel room.
Harry didn't look any more pleased than Draco. "Don't blame me. I didn't make the hotel arrangements. It was a small room, with one king-sized bed. He hoped there would be enough room for two couples, otherwise things would become nasty, and they would supposed to be on holiday. While he could use magic to expand the bed, he knew he shouldn't. First, he was in a Muggle hotel, and such use of magic would be illegal. Second, they were in New York. While Rappaport's Law had been repealed, the Americans still tended to be intolerant of mixing magical and non-magical, stricter than the International Statute of Secrecy.
"That's right, boys, we did."
Harry and Draco turned and saw their wives entering the room. Harry immediately knew what was going on, but he didn't know if Draco knew.
"Astoria, what's going on?" Draco asked.
Daphne smiled. "Let's just say 'Tori and I are tired of the two of you not getting along. We're family now, and you're supposed to act like it."
Astoria smirked. "And what better way to get along is for us to go on holiday together and share a bed?"
Her sister grinned. "Let's put it this way: we still expect to be shagged on this trip."
"But the bed might not be big enough," Harry told Daphne. Merlin knew how crazy their lovemaking could be.
She patted her husband's arm. "I'm sure you and Draco can think of something."
Astoria winked. "From what Daphne has told me, Draco, her love life with Harry is a lot wilder than ours."
Draco looked like he was going to be ill. Harry didn't feel much better.
******
Harry knew they would only have five days, but it was going to be a long five days. He didn't know how he was supposed to have sex with his wife without disturbing her sister and husband. The bed wasn't really made for four people to sleep, let alone have sex. But he knew if he didn't find a way, he wouldn't be sleeping with Daphne once they returned home.
Because Harry and Daphne loved shagging in all sorts of places, he knew he would have to tone it down some to avoid hitting the Malfoys. After all, both his and Daphne's arms tended to flail when they shagged. At least Draco and Astoria tended to be tamer, slower in their lovemaking, according to Daphne. Whether that was true or not remained to be seen.
As he got ready for bed, he noticed Draco was only clad in his underwear. His brother-in-law sneered when he saw Harry looking at him. Harry rolled his eyes in response as he waited for Daphne. He walked to the bathroom door and pressed his ear to it. He heard some moaning...two women moaning. Wait a minute, they couldn't be...could they?
"Listening to your wife use the loo? How kinky of you, Potter," Draco drawled.
"I don't think neither of them are using it. Listen for yourself."
Draco frowned as he joined him and listened. "You're right. Wait, are our wives making out?"
"It sure sounds that way," Harry replied.
Before Draco could respond, the door opened, forcing them to jump back. Daphne and Astoria emerged, both naked. They grinned at their husbands' reactions. "You're right, Draco. Astoria and I were making out, and her kissing has become better over the years."
Draco scowled, but Harry's eyes widened. "What do you mean, over the years?"
Astoria giggled. "Let's just say that even though Daphne and I are sisters, we share everything together: a room, a shower, and a bed."
"But there's nothing better than a good hard shag by a man," Daphne said. Without warning, she reached for Harry and pulled him to the bed, bringing him down on top of her. She kissed him enthusiastically, not caring they had an audience. Harry hesitated briefly, but soon surrendered to his wife's advances.
Meanwhile, Astoria winked at Draco and gently pulled on his hand. She escorted him slowly to the bed, before climbing on it. Instead of laying down, she got on her hands and knees, putting her hands on the headboard and wiggling her arse. "I thought we could try something different tonight."
Draco didn't need any more invitation. As he slid into her, he felt a hand smack his leg. He scowled as he realized Daphne's arm had flailed. The bed shook under his in-laws' rough lovemaking. Daphne was screaming loudly, but Draco was determined to make Astoria scream even louder.
When Harry saw his wife's arm lash out and strike Draco, he couldn't help snickering. But any further laugh was interrupted by Daphne bringing his head down for another kiss. She tightened her grip on him, forcing him deeper into her. He responded by thrusting even harder, determined to make her come.
The Greengrass sisters cried out as their husbands continued shagging them. They encouraged each other with their cries. Their husbands soon came, triggering their climaxes as well.
Later that evening, they rested. Each husband cuddled his wife as they talked amongst themselves. So far, it had been a wild holiday, and they still had four more nights to go. Any reluctance Harry and Draco had was now gone. They looked forward to the rest of their holiday.
Author: LRThunder
Pairings: Harry/Daphne, Draco/Astoria
Word Count: 900
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Exhibitionism, voyeurism, incest (slightly off-screen)
Challenge: Day 23 Word prompt: holiday
Author's Notes: None
"Potter, please tell me you're joking," Draco sneered as he looked at the hotel room.
Harry didn't look any more pleased than Draco. "Don't blame me. I didn't make the hotel arrangements. It was a small room, with one king-sized bed. He hoped there would be enough room for two couples, otherwise things would become nasty, and they would supposed to be on holiday. While he could use magic to expand the bed, he knew he shouldn't. First, he was in a Muggle hotel, and such use of magic would be illegal. Second, they were in New York. While Rappaport's Law had been repealed, the Americans still tended to be intolerant of mixing magical and non-magical, stricter than the International Statute of Secrecy.
"That's right, boys, we did."
Harry and Draco turned and saw their wives entering the room. Harry immediately knew what was going on, but he didn't know if Draco knew.
"Astoria, what's going on?" Draco asked.
Daphne smiled. "Let's just say 'Tori and I are tired of the two of you not getting along. We're family now, and you're supposed to act like it."
Astoria smirked. "And what better way to get along is for us to go on holiday together and share a bed?"
Her sister grinned. "Let's put it this way: we still expect to be shagged on this trip."
"But the bed might not be big enough," Harry told Daphne. Merlin knew how crazy their lovemaking could be.
She patted her husband's arm. "I'm sure you and Draco can think of something."
Astoria winked. "From what Daphne has told me, Draco, her love life with Harry is a lot wilder than ours."
Draco looked like he was going to be ill. Harry didn't feel much better.
******
Harry knew they would only have five days, but it was going to be a long five days. He didn't know how he was supposed to have sex with his wife without disturbing her sister and husband. The bed wasn't really made for four people to sleep, let alone have sex. But he knew if he didn't find a way, he wouldn't be sleeping with Daphne once they returned home.
Because Harry and Daphne loved shagging in all sorts of places, he knew he would have to tone it down some to avoid hitting the Malfoys. After all, both his and Daphne's arms tended to flail when they shagged. At least Draco and Astoria tended to be tamer, slower in their lovemaking, according to Daphne. Whether that was true or not remained to be seen.
As he got ready for bed, he noticed Draco was only clad in his underwear. His brother-in-law sneered when he saw Harry looking at him. Harry rolled his eyes in response as he waited for Daphne. He walked to the bathroom door and pressed his ear to it. He heard some moaning...two women moaning. Wait a minute, they couldn't be...could they?
"Listening to your wife use the loo? How kinky of you, Potter," Draco drawled.
"I don't think neither of them are using it. Listen for yourself."
Draco frowned as he joined him and listened. "You're right. Wait, are our wives making out?"
"It sure sounds that way," Harry replied.
Before Draco could respond, the door opened, forcing them to jump back. Daphne and Astoria emerged, both naked. They grinned at their husbands' reactions. "You're right, Draco. Astoria and I were making out, and her kissing has become better over the years."
Draco scowled, but Harry's eyes widened. "What do you mean, over the years?"
Astoria giggled. "Let's just say that even though Daphne and I are sisters, we share everything together: a room, a shower, and a bed."
"But there's nothing better than a good hard shag by a man," Daphne said. Without warning, she reached for Harry and pulled him to the bed, bringing him down on top of her. She kissed him enthusiastically, not caring they had an audience. Harry hesitated briefly, but soon surrendered to his wife's advances.
Meanwhile, Astoria winked at Draco and gently pulled on his hand. She escorted him slowly to the bed, before climbing on it. Instead of laying down, she got on her hands and knees, putting her hands on the headboard and wiggling her arse. "I thought we could try something different tonight."
Draco didn't need any more invitation. As he slid into her, he felt a hand smack his leg. He scowled as he realized Daphne's arm had flailed. The bed shook under his in-laws' rough lovemaking. Daphne was screaming loudly, but Draco was determined to make Astoria scream even louder.
When Harry saw his wife's arm lash out and strike Draco, he couldn't help snickering. But any further laugh was interrupted by Daphne bringing his head down for another kiss. She tightened her grip on him, forcing him deeper into her. He responded by thrusting even harder, determined to make her come.
The Greengrass sisters cried out as their husbands continued shagging them. They encouraged each other with their cries. Their husbands soon came, triggering their climaxes as well.
Later that evening, they rested. Each husband cuddled his wife as they talked amongst themselves. So far, it had been a wild holiday, and they still had four more nights to go. Any reluctance Harry and Draco had was now gone. They looked forward to the rest of their holiday.
