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A/N: Thank you for all the reviews, everybody! And thanks to everyone who voted for TMG. It won first place in both categories :D
Setsuna24: Don’t worry, Draco will make a comeback :) Just give him some time.
Kvarta: Thank you so much for the in depth review.
“Conversation between him and Lucius, they sound like an old married couple, bickering.”
—I love this. That’s an excellent observation.
“you are adding the plants now? XD”
—*Snort* Animal, vegetable, and mineral.
“his word had impact on her, maybe even bigger than Lucy’s.”
—Another great observation :)
Hope you like Snape POV this time. :)
Sirius34: It’s good to hear you’re enjoying the story :)
Draco’s feelings will be explored later (but I’m sure you’ll be able to make an educated guess by his actions). I hope you like what’s to come.
10—Chords
“‘Cause your sex takes me to paradise.”—Bruno Mars
(Severus)
“Please may I touch you, sir?”
That was the kind of question Severus dreamed of hearing—her sex-stained voice pleading for his manhood. He’d been surviving on the echoes of last week's lust for the past six days; each spank and wank had been replayed in his imagination ad nauseam, and he’d come at least a dozen times to the memory of her screaming his name. That little hellion had roused the devil in him, prodding his libido like a fiery pitchfork to the posterior. He felt alive and, for the first time in years, excited about what lay ahead.
Of course he was devoted to Lucius, but there were things a submissive witch could give him that Lucius couldn’t. Pleading pink lips. A rounded backside suitable for spanking. Desperate brown eyes that flared like cognac in the firelight. Surrender. Like himself, Lucius always held something back, but Severus sensed a freedom in her that he couldn’t comprehend. Something wild. Powerful. He wanted to be a part of that.
Circling his thumb over her swollen clitoris, he probed her molten snatch with two fingers and breathed in the sweet aroma of female pheromones that permeated the air. Delicious. Copious tides of fragrant effusion coated his hand; she was leaking like a punctured cherry cordial, the creamy filling dripping from her center.
“You may touch me,” he answered. “Keep being a good girl and I might let you take it out later. Would you like that?”
“Yes, sir,” she affirmed, her voice breathy with building arousal.
Her hot hand crept to his crotch to trace the bulge she’d inspired. He wasn’t totally hard yet, but if she kept groping him like that, he’d be there in record time. Palming his package, she curled her fingers around his balls and gave him a squeeze. She was doing the same to Lucius, one of them in each hand. Brave and brazen. What an enticing combination.
The mouthwatering scent of her sex finally propelled him beyond patience. He just needed a tiny taste to silence his cravings. Pulling his hand from her slot, he brought his glistening fingers to his face and discreetly inhaled her musk before indulging his sweet tooth.
She watched him with bated breath, her jaw dropping lower with every swipe of his tongue. Oh, she was definitely the right witch for them. So ready. So willing. So hungry.
When his fingers were clean, he dipped inside for more, almost burning himself in the sweltering confines of her channel. She was so hot he wouldn’t have been surprised to see steam rising from her cunny like a cup of simmering tea. He’d have to sink in slowly later so his cock would have time to acclimate to the high temperatures, the way one eased into a hot bath. Severus sighed with pleasure just thinking about it.
And it seemed slow would be his only choice in such a small space. Narcissa’s pussy had been heavenly, dripping in warm welcome and rippling around him like a undulating wave; but the addition of strangulation to the equation would have been perfection squared. He couldn’t wait to get in there and test the pussy pliancy quotient.
When his fingers were saturated with her juice, Severus pulled out and touched them to her bottom lip, drawing it down so the seam of her mouth pulled apart. “Show me how you made Lucius come last week. Are you as good as he claims?”
Her eyes went darker than bourbon at midnight, and her pink tongue snaked out for a taste. Sliding into the wet heat of her mouth, he caressed the manic muscle within, eliciting a gasp that chilled his balmy digits.
Severus was careful, gradually testing her limits; and when he felt the resistance of her soft palette, he tenderly tickled his way deeper, grazing the back of her throat like a whisper. The anxiety in her eyes melted to confusion and then, when she relaxed, exhilaration. She’d been expecting to gag and was understandably pleased when she didn't. Too many overeager boys plunged down a girl’s throat with no finesse, souring them on all future deep-throating. Such a shame. A great deal of pleasure lay in the throat, but patience was required. He’d introduced both Lucius and Narcissa to the sensation, and once they’d felt the gossamer brush at the backs of their gullets, they’d become deep-throat devotees. Granger seemed to have fallen under his spell just as easily.
He let her rest whenever she tried to swallow, and she lapped his fingers with the dexterity of a ravenous wolf, her tongue curling and conforming to the curves of his hand. Bloody hell. What would she be able to do to his cock?
Endless possibilities flooded his mind.
Lucius abandoned her breasts when he realized her vagina had been vacated, and Severus observed his technique from the corner of his eye. It was beautiful to watch. Lucius’s fingers tiptoed and twirled over her labia, teasing her with the grace of a magician and ballroom dancer rolled into one. When she started to buck, he circled her clit, slow and steady, light as air. Snape had seen him do the same thing to Narcissa a thousand times. That made him wonder if Granger might relieve Lucius in more ways than one. If she could channel his suppressed emotional longings into physical release, perhaps Lucius could take the final steps toward healing. Severus would wait and see; that might be too much to ask for a one night stand.
As her hips’ undulations grew in velocity, so too did her whimpering grow in volume. Her needy whines spilled out around his fingers and bounced off his palm with a buzzy hum. There was the mindless abandon he’d been waiting for.
Glancing at Severus, Lucius smirked and nodded in her direction. Severus nodded back.
“You’ve been dreaming about this, haven’t you?” Snape purred, staring into her half-lidded eyes. “Alone in your flat . . . in bed.” He hovered over the word bed for a second, infusing it with indecent poignancy. “Did you put your fingers in your mouth and pretend they were Lucius’s thick cock?” It wasn’t difficult to whip thick to a buttery mouthful.
Her breathing became erratic, the air shooting in and out of her nostrils, her panicked hand gripping his fly like a life preserver. She was either on the brink of orgasm or spontaneous combustion.
“Did you bend over your bed and smack your sore arse until you came?”
Her eyes went wide, confirming his suspicions. How delightful.
“You did, didn’t you?” he said knowingly. “Did you wait until it had healed, or did you keep it red for as long as possible?”
Her finger sucking paused, and a guilty look flashed through her eyes.
“You naughty little minx,” he said with a dark smirk. “If you needed a spanking so desperately, you should have made an appointment to see me. I could have given you the detention you deserve.”
Oh, yes. Look at that face. Just hearing the word detention is making you gush, isn’t it? “Keep sucking, little girl.”
Her tongue wiggled into the crotch of his fingers and teased the sensitive webbing at the base. His cock surged at the sensation, struggling against his placket like a madman in a straight jacket. “Go inside, Lucius. She wants to be filled.”
“Then she’s come to the right place,” Malfoy muttered against her throat. Lucius slipped his middle finger between her lips and grunted in pleasure. “Bloody hell, she’s like a Chinese finger trap.”
Severus snickered. “Try two. She’ll need the stretching if we’re going to fuck her.”
Lucius doubled down, and her pussy squelched around the invasion, which elicited a lascivious smile from Lucius. “Do you hear that, Severus? She’s calling our names.”
“The berries are ripe. What did you say earlier, Miss Granger, some need a good hulling?” It was a rhetorical question; he didn’t wait for an answer. “Is she sticky yet? I enjoy a bit of jam on my biscuits.”
Her face flushed to the color of said strawberries.
“Would you look at that, Severus? I didn’t know witches blushed anymore. Find out what else she’s been thinking. Let’s see how red she can get.”
Lucius meant for him to use Legilimency, but that wouldn’t be necessary. Her brown eyes were brimming with naughty thoughts; they were practically oozing out of her skull. “She’s been thinking about us . . . together.”
Lucius chuckled. “Anything worth trying?”
“Nothing we haven’t already done. Except she seems to be under the impression you enjoy biting me, and . . . that I'm covered in bruises and hiding them with my concealing wardrobe."
Malfoy grinned. “I can’t remember the last time I saw a bruise on you.”
“When you knocked me into the nightstand?” Severus suggested wryly.
“That was your fault; I told you not to move too much.”
“I had a knot on my head for a week.”
“Let’s not start comparing war wounds, Mr. I-kick-in-my-sleep. My shin has been black and blue all year.”
“I told you to just wake me up. It’s not as if I’m enjoying my dreams.”
Lucius released her shoulder and stoked Snape’s chest with the backs of his fingers. “Maybe I just need to wear you out until you're too tired to dream. Miss Granger should be a great help in my endeavors."
Severus looked down at her and dragged his fingers from her drooling mouth. "How does that sound? Do you think you're up to the job?"
Too dazed to speak, she declawed his dick and reached up to touch his face. The caress was so light he almost couldn’t feel it. Severus had forgotten the striking gentleness possible with a witch. Her fingertips rolled down his face like satin raindrops, warm and smooth. Every inch of flesh on his body tuned itself to a higher frequency in search of the subtle signals she might be emitting. His cock especially wanted to receive that transmission.
She finally found her voice, “I’m so close.”
Lucius’s lips twittered with amusement. “We know. Why don’t you come for us?”
“I want to wait,” she said, gliding her finger over Snape’s jaw as if mapping his features. “I want somebody inside me, and I want to be in a bed.”
Lucius nodded in agreement. “Let’s take her to my room. We’ll all fit in my bed.”
The entire British Quidditch team could have fit in Malfoy’s bed. It was like a private island. Severus turned his head and nipped her fingers. “Stand up for us, Miss Granger. We’re relocating.”
They had to lend a hand; the evening’s festivities had left her legs wobbling like a newborn fawn. Ever the gentleman, Lucius returned her skirt to its original position then wrapped his arm around her waist. “I’ve got her. Open the doors for me, Severus.”
He scooped her up, and she squeaked in surprise. Severus wished he’d thought to carry her, but he was in favor of Lucius’s mode of travel. Between her diminished cognitive state and those precarious shoes, walking might have taken hours, and he wanted to strike while the iron was hot.
Severus took the lead, opening doors and heading the procession. Draco followed after them, silent and pensive. Severus couldn’t imagine what was going through his mind, but surely he was disappointed that his plans for custard coitus had been preempted. Snape had no intention of cock-blocking his godson, but he wasn’t going to give up his place in line either—and Lucius would sooner wear a muumuu to the Ministry than hand over a wet witch to the boy. He was just going to have to wait his turn.
There was obviously something going on between Hermione and Draco—Severus just had no idea what. Whatever it was must not have been serious if she was prepared to shag the lot of them. Perhaps they were merely friends . . . who occasionally got each other off. That didn’t sound like Granger, but then again, he never would have suspected her of being party to such a debauched dinner.
Severus pushed open the double doors to the bedroom and strode in, lighting the candles and fire with a single wave of his wand. The gloom vanished with a sudden glow of warm light, and the fire crackled to life. Lucius carefully set her in the center of the floor and held her steady as she got her bearings.
“All right there?” Lucius murmured, nuzzling her neck from behind.
Hermione nodded, but her voice shook, “Who’s going to go first?”
"Hmmmm,” Lucius pondered as he pressed his cheek to the top of her head and gave Severus a twinkly wink. “Why don't you get a taste of Snape first. Show him how sweet that honey has left your tongue."
Severus brought one hand to his throat and began to unbutton his frock coat. "Get her out of that damn dress. I want to enjoy this."
Draco took a chair by the fire, watching them all with a wary grimace. The boy looked ready for a fight, and Severus suspected he was anxious about what they intended to do to her. Severus might have found that interesting if his cock wasn’t commanding every iota of his attention.
Lucius slowly unzipped her dress, kissing her neck as her back was bared. Her eyelids drifted low, and she tilted her head to one side to offer him more. Always willing to take what was offered, Lucius grazed her throat with his teeth and pulled down the top of her dress so she was peeled like a banana.
Draco and Severus were both momentarily motionless. Her breasts were exquisite, encased in a modern marvel of black lace and wire. Each mound was presented like a work of art, upthrust and round, moulded for a man’s hand.
Lucius left her mummified in her sleeves while he unhooked her bra, and when he slid it down her arms, Draco inhaled sharply. Severus had to concur. She was breathtaking. Her nipples stood out, stiff and eager. He could almost feel them on his tongue, scoring his taste buds as they tightened to rosy knots.
Tossing his coat into the chair opposite Draco, Severus tore at his shirt, suddenly desperate to feel her skin on his. As he finished the last button, a flare of anxiety flickered in his gut. It occurred to him that he was the least attractive person in the room, and he realized he was worried what she might think of him. Lucius was like a damn show pony, and Draco looked like Britain’s most eligible bachelor. Severus was just a greasy bat with sallow skin and crooked teeth. Of course he made up for that in other areas, but he’d never had to compete with the Malfoys for a witch’s attention before. Narcissa had never said anything cruel about his appearance, but she’d been so in love with Lucius there had never been any need to impress.
Severus felt absolutely ridiculous for even worrying about it. He wasn’t seventeen anymore—he didn’t have the time or patience for random piques of vanity. Besides, Granger wasn’t the sort of witch who valued appearance over substance. She’d responded with nothing but abject arousal to every move he’d made. Why was he doubting himself?
He hadn’t even unveiled the secret weapon yet.
Lucius dropped to one knee behind her and drew her dress to the floor. Severus paused in his disrobing to watch.
That garter belt was eye-catching. He barely noticed the stockings, but he couldn’t shift his gaze from the soft triangle of her brunette bush. The black lines of the belt framed her sex so it was the focal point of her body.
The urgency thumping through Snape’s veins coalesced in his cock, and he resumed his undressing in a rush.
“Step out of your clothes for me, Miss Granger,” Lucius said softly. “Leave on your heels for now.”
A beautiful blush suffused her face and dripped down her chest, but she smiled shyly as if pleased by Malfoy’s shoe fetish. Carefully, she lifted her foot and took a step toward Severus.
He yanked open his belt and wrestled his fly for release.
His dick needed some air.
Stat.
Chords--Three or more notes played at the same time.
"Locked Out of Heaven" by Bruno Mars. 2012. Written by Bruno Mars, Phillip Lawrence, and Ari Levine (The Smeezingtons).
"During his Google Hangout on the day of the song's release, Mars was asked by a fan to name his favorite lyrics from the track. Mars picked the phrase "But swimming in your water is something spiritual," and later said that the single's exploration of feeling and being in love fits into the 'sensual, sensual and sensual' theme of the album."--Wikipedia
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=e-fA-gBCkj0
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