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It was wonderful having Lily Luna home. Harry had been lonely over the school year, ever since Ginny had taken the other kids with her to Holyhead and he’d been left without much else to do. He went to work, he came home, and that was it. Grimmauld Place was cold in the winter.
But Lily Luna—who had chosen him over Ginny, who had always had a special bond with him, who had always been his precious girl—was home after her sixth year, filling the house with her light and warmth. She was forever skipping down the stairs and practicing new hexes in the backyard. Sometimes she practiced hitting Bludgers with a kit Harry bought her as a welcome-home present.
Harry pretended not to notice when she wore a too-tight skirt during her practices, especially when he glanced outside and saw her bent over to retrieve a fallen Bludger. Once he had seen a flash of her white panties and all the blood had gone straight down to his cock. Control yourself, Potter, he had thought, panicked. She’s your daughter. Even if she does look so much like her mother did at that age. That long, fiery red hair that fell across the curves of her breasts…
Harry swore to himself he’d never do anything. Attributed it to being lonely and not having been laid properly since long before Ginny moved out. He kept it to himself and his late-night wanks, cumming with a gasp in the safety of his bedroom.
But he still treasured his time with Lily Luna. Of course he did. One night, soon after she came home, she knocked on the door to his room. “Come in,” he called. “You don’t need to knock, princess.”
She blushed as she opened the door. She was wearing a Muggle tee that was too big on her; it fell just past her thigh, exposing her long legs and making it look like she wasn’t wearing any pants. Harry quickly lifted his gaze to look his daughter properly in the eye. “Sorry, Daddy, it’s just habit,” she said, dimpling at him. “I was sending an owl and wanted to see what you’re up to.”
“Oh, just reading for work,” he said. Harry had more paperwork on his hands than ever; he’d asked for less field work for the summer, just while Lily Luna was home so he could spend more time with her, and that meant the Aurors were throwing all the parchmentwork at him that they had.
“Wicked,” said Lily Luna, her green eyes sparkling. “Auror stuff. Is it secret? Can I see?”
“Of course, come here,” Harry said. He shifted his chair back from the desk so she could take a look. To his utter surprise, instead of just standing in front of him, she lifted herself up on her toes and settled down on his lap.
He let out a surprised whuff, his arms automatically going around her waist to steady her. His hands brushed just under her breasts, moving down to rest on her midriff. “Lily Luna?”
She was peering down at the papers on the desk, seemingly oblivious. “This is so much more comfortable, Daddy, don’t you think? It’s just like when I was a kid.”
Harry smiled at the memory of his daughter coming into his office and plopping herself on his lap, demanding treats. “Yes it is, princess. Although you’re bigger than you were back then.”
Lily Luna giggled. “Not too big to sit on you, right?”
“No, never,” said Harry, still smiling. Merlin, he’d missed her cheekiness.
He turned his attention back to the desk, tilting his head so he could see, and that was when Lily Luna shifted her weight. He froze. The warm pressure moving across his cock made it instantly twitch to attention, rousing to half-mast underneath her. He could only pray she didn’t notice. He couldn’t scare her away by being a disgusting pervert. “Alright, sweetheart?”
“Sorry, Daddy, just adjusting,” said Lily Luna. “Ignore me.”
Harry swallowed. “Of course.” He attempted to start reading again, but his attention was splintered by the young woman in his lap. After a moment, she sighed contentedly, shifting again. He let out a groan that he had to disguise as a yawn.
When his legs were finally threatening to fall asleep, he told her he would call it a night, and she wiggled her ass as she clambered off him. “Goodnight, Daddy,” she chirped.
“Goodnight, Lily Luna,” he said. In the shower, it barely took a few strokes of his aching cock, remembering Lily Luna’s weight on him and his hands brushing her breasts, before he came, panting and desperate.
Lily Luna kept finding excuses to come sit in his lap over the next few weeks.
Even if he hadn’t wanted to let her, he could never say no to his princess. He was practically hard just from the sounds of her footsteps in the hall, knowing what was going to happen—knowing that she would come and sit on him, that beautiful perky ass perched on his cock.
One night, a few weeks into their new routine, Harry was seated at a table in the library, looking for an obscure curse that might be behind a recent series of attacks, when Lily Luna came in. She was wearing a short skirt and a tight white top that made Harry’s mouth water despite himself. He forced himself to speak normally. “Hi, princess.”
“Hi, Daddy!” she chirped, and he automatically pushed his chair back so she could sit down. It had become second nature by now. Somewhat ashamedly, he realised he had set his book down off to the side out of habit, so he could still see around her head if she sat down. He…needed this time with her. Needed his precious girl.
Lily Luna took her seat on his lap, and Harry convinced himself he had imagined the way she arched her back slightly as she moved forward to sit better. He had to be imagining the way her hips rocked forward, ever so slightly, when she turned a page in one of the books to help him research.
Then a sudden draught knocked Harry’s quill out of his hand and sent it spinning towards the floor. He sighed, not wanting to get up, but his daughter beat him to it. “Don’t worry, Daddy, I’ll get it,” she said, turning in the chair and bending over to retrieve the quill. Harry was treated to the sight of her perfect, round arse cheeks, completely bare under her tight skirt.
Instantly Harry was rock hard. His member strained almost painfully against the trousers he wore. He tried to shift and make it less apparent, but Lily Luna was already saying, “Got it!”, and coming back up.
She settled back onto his lap, and Harry let out an involuntary groan. “Are you okay, Daddy?” she asked.
“Yes, princess,” he said. “Go back to your reading.”
“Oh, I think I’m a bit tired,” she said breathlessly. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning!” She hurried out of the room, her arse bouncing in her skirt.
Harry looked down at himself—at his cock, still pleading for attention—and saw something on his trousers. A small patch of dark wetness, where Lily Luna had been sitting.
His cock twitched violently. He couldn’t deny it to himself anymore. He wanted her. He needed her. And now he knew she needed him, too.
The next night, Harry acted like nothing was out of the ordinary. He took his usual seat in the library and set out all his books, carefully opening Lily Luna’s to the page she had left off. His daughter came in just like always, and his whole body buzzed with anticipation.
As soon as she sat down on his lap, he brought his hands up to steady her, settling them on her waist. He rubbed slow circles with his thumbs. She held herself very still; he could only feel the barest rise and fall of her ribs. “I know what you’re doing, Lily Luna.”
“What do you mean?” she said. “I’m helping you research.”
“Yes you are, princess,” he said. “And you’ve been very helpful. But I’m not talking about that, I’m talking about this.” His hands slid upwards, slowly, feeling the fabric of her top bunching under his hands. He cupped her breasts: the soft flesh, the nipples already hardened to a point when he brushed his thumbs across them. “Sitting in my lap every day for weeks. Acting like you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
Lily Luna let out a gasp as Harry squeezed her breasts. “If this isn’t what you want, then stop me.”
“Daddy,” Lily Luna breathed. But she didn’t say no.
Harry’s right hand moved roughly downwards, seeking the wetness he could already feel against his trousers. “You’re not even wearing underwear, are you? Is that how badly you want me? Enough to grind your bare pussy on your father’s lap?”
His hand slipped under the band of her skirt, found her clit, circled it. Lily Luna moaned, trembling in his arms as he slipped a finger inside her. She was deliciously wet already. He added another finger, and when he pulled them out, it made an obscene slicking sound, his fingers glistening with her juices. “Mm,” he said. He felt driven half-mad with lust. “Taste it.” He pointed his fingers toward her, and Lily Luna obediently bent her head forward and took the ends of his fingers in her mouth. He felt her hollow her cheeks, sucking on her own juices, and he groaned. This was perfect. She was so perfect like this, just for her daddy. “You taste good, don’t you, Lily Luna? Do you want me to taste you more?”
She nodded, and his left hand, still kneading her breast, pinched her nipple. She squealed. “Use your words, princess.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said, obediently, like the perfect girl she was.
“Hmm,” Harry said. “I think you’re going to have to earn it. Get up and turn around.”
Lily Luna got up from her seat on shaky legs and turned to face him. Her face was flushed, her pupils were blown wide, and her clothes were askew. She looked so debauched and they hadn’t even started. Carefully, she climbed back on top of her father’s lap, facing him this time, and Harry tangled a hand in her gorgeous red hair as he leaned in and claimed her lips with his. She gasped, kissing him back with a needy ferocity, and she didn’t fight it when he parted his lips on hers, their teeth knocking together as he swept his tongue into her mouth. She tasted like the chocolate she’d no doubt been sneaking before supper. Harry rested his free hand on her arse cheeks, relishing the way she shifted and moaned into their kiss when he squeezed her flesh.
He pulled back, leaving her panting and blinking rapidly. “Such a good girl,” he said. “You want to grind on my lap, don’t you? I saw how wet you were last night.” He gave her a light smack on the arse, and she inhaled sharply. “Grind as much as you want, princess. Make yourself feel so good for the both of us.”
Lily Luna blushed. “I…I want to see it. Take your trousers off.”
“Demanding,” Harry teased, but she raised herself up enough for him to pull his trousers and boxers down. His cock sprang to attention, so hard it was almost twitching in anticipation. “Look what you’ve done to me, sweetheart. Do you see how badly I need this?”
Lily Luna closed her fist around the base of his cock, and Harry cried out at the sudden tight warmth of her fingers. “Mm, yes, Lily Luna, that feels so good.”
“Good,” she said, smiling at him with all the pride she’d had as a kid when she was showing him some project she’d made. Then she raised herself up and slid her wet pussy, achingly slowly, across the head of his cock. His hips jerked up into her almost involuntarily, and he let out a visceral groan. She rolled her hips back and forth, eyelids fluttering shut as she moaned in pure pleasure.
Harry grabbed Lily Luna’s chin and pulled her in for a bruising kiss. “You’re a natural at this,” he said, his voice rough. “Just like you are at everything, isn’t that right, princess?”
She slid her hips backwards and the head of his cock caught at her entrance. They both made a guttural sound. “Please, Daddy,” she said. “Please, put it inside me—”
“You know I can never say no to you,” Harry said, and put his arms under hers, standing up at the same time as he lifted her onto the table. She went limp and pliant in his arms, letting him pull her forward so her legs were hanging off the edge of the table. He thanked Merlin that it was at the perfect height to fuck his daughter senseless. He slid three fingers into her waiting entrance, and she moaned, back arching. She was so beautiful like this. “I think you’re ready,” Harry said. “Are you sure you want me to do this?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Lily Luna said, breathlessly. She gave him a wicked little smile and reached down to stroke his cock again.
“Then don’t tell me to stop,” Harry said, and slammed his hips into hers, driving his cock inside her. She cried out. “How is it?” he said, frozen halfway inside, his head bent over hers and smelling the rich floral scent of her hair. He wanted to bury his face in it. He just wanted her. “Do you need time to adjust?”
“No,” she panted, “please,” and Harry needed no further encouragement. He drove into her, and she screamed, putting her arms around his back to steady herself. Her breasts bounced in her tight top with every thrust, and Harry lost himself in the slick sounds of his cock pulling out of her dripping pussy, the slap of his balls against her skin, the keening whines Lily Luna made as he fucked her relentlessly. “Oh, Merlin,” he groaned, “you’re so perfect like this, just for me. Moan my name, princess.”
“Daddy,” Lily Luna said, and then, as his fingers dug into her hips, “Harry—”
A jolt of lightning went through him. “Say it again,” he panted, fucking her faster now, his whole world narrowing to his beautiful daughter and the tight heat surrounding his cock, “tell me who’s fucking you—”
“Harry,” Lily Luna moaned. “Harry, please—”
“I’m gonna cum,” he gasped. “Fuck, you feel so good, you’re so tight. Squeeze my cock for me.”
Lily Luna’s nails dug into his back; she was breathing hard, hips stuttering forward into his thrusts like she couldn’t get enough. He felt her muscles tighten around him, squeezing him, and he groaned. “Just like that, princess, do it again for me.”
She squeezed him again, in short bursts, and breathed, “Please, Daddy, I want you to cum inside me, pump me full of your cum—”
It was building inside him, white-hot, and he knew he couldn’t hold it back any longer. “I’m cumming, princess,” he gasped, and then his cock was pulsing inside her, cum spurting onto the walls of her pussy. He pulled out, and Lily Luna fell back onto the table, hair fanning out around her face like a red halo. He was still cumming, hot white streaks painting themselves onto her stomach.
“Fuck,” he breathed, taking his girl carefully into his arms and Apparating them both to his bedroom upstairs. “You’ve been such a good girl for me, Lily Luna, I think you deserve a reward.”
She was breathing hard. “Please, Daddy,” she whimpered, and he climbed onto the bed, propping her up against the pillows and sliding another under her stomach. He kissed her stomach, then her inner thighs, encircling her legs with his arms as he blew on her clit. Up close, her pussy was delicious—tender and pink, still dripping with his cum. Lily Luna moaned, and his tongue darted out, licking a slow circle around her clit. She tasted as good as she looked, like sweet skin with a hint of something musky. He hummed lightly as he licked further, tasting his own cum mixed with her juices. His spent cock twitched again at the delicious wrongness of it.
Then he slid two fingers into her without warning, making her whole body jerk as he lapped at her clit, alternating between flicking it with the tip of his tongue and broad, flat licks. He felt Lily Luna’s hand bunching up in his hair, moaning helplessly as he worked on her. He drove his fingers even faster, wanting to make her feel good, and then her hand curled into a fist in his hair, the other splaying across the sheets. “Daddy, Daddy,” she moaned, “don’t stop—”
He sucked on her clit, nibbling lightly with his teeth, and she let out a wail as she came. He lapped eagerly at her juices, burying his face in her pussy. She was so heavenly. His perfect daughter.
When Harry sat up again, it was to collapse next to his daughter and kiss her lightly on the lips. She kissed him back, arms twining around his neck. He carefully disentangled himself and dropped a peck on her forehead. “You did so good for me, princess.” He smiled. “I hope you know if you keep sitting on my lap, there’ll be a lot more of this and a lot less research.”
Lily Luna, disheveled and content, closed her eyes where she lay sprawled on the bed and smiled helplessly. “I’m looking forward to it, Daddy.”
“Come on,” he said, clambering off the bed. “Let’s get you showered and cleaned up for bed.”
Lily Luna cracked an eye open. “Only if you join me,” she said obstinately.
Harry couldn’t help it, he laughed. His cheeky girl. “Anything for you, princess.”