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Quartet	By : OracleObscured Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 128263 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 11
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A/N:
Dedicated_Reader: Thank you so much! And I’m glad you’ve broken your review silence to comment :D I love hearing from my readers <3
DS: “The idea of Sev being devoted to Lucius is an interesting one. I wonder what he really gets from that relationship . . . it has been touched upon in terms of the rebound from Narcissa but these days is it much more than physical?
—Yes, it is, and the “more” will be explored as the story continues.
“And his lovely introduction to deep-throating will no doubt come in handy in the near future.”
—You’d think so, wouldn’t you :) I’m afraid it doesn’t come into play until later.
“And now I need the next chapter. Stat :)”
—*Snort* It’s there, woman (and now this one too). You’re going to have your hands full. :)
12—Chord Progressions
“I want you, the right way. I want you, but I want you to want me too.”—Marvin Gaye
(Lucius)
With a sigh of contentment, Lucius closed his eyes and steadily lapped at her stiff clitoris. Her honied quim melted in his mouth like fairy floss.
Lucius ducked his head and licked her arousal from Snape’s shaft as the Potions master pulled out and drove back in. Together, they tasted like heavenly manna dipped in ambrosia—an addictive combination if ever there was one. He almost groaned out loud, their animal flavor washing over his tongue and laying waste to his sophisticated sensibilities.
And visually, they were a masterpiece. Lucius leaned back to enjoy the fucking from front row center. Compared to her tiny pussy, Snape’s cock appeared gargantuan, sliding in and out of her like a lubed piston, his length gleaming so brightly it looked as though he’d been laminated in her lust. Lucius smirked and spread her lips so he could watch her inner labia clinging and shifting with each thrust.
Severus had her legs pinned wide, and Lucius was taking full advantage of the bounty spread out before him. He couldn’t get enough of her succulent cunt. It was like finding the most splendid sweet shop located in the most enticing neighborhood. Her clit bulged with arousal, glittering and full like a throbbing Red Hot. But instead of the eye-watering bite of cinnamon that gave the Red Hot its name, her candy twat was pure sweet craving wrapped in a layer of musky maple syrup.
“Hu-uh-uh-uh,” she stuttered, her face pinched with desire.
Severus used his prodigious nose to brush her hair out of his way and burrowed into the crook of her neck, his lips on her ear. Lucius heard the low hum of heated murmuring and smirked to himself, wondering which track Snape had chosen for his auditory assault. Would it be a commentary on how much he was enjoying the accommodations, or was he teasing her, playing the perverse professor to her naughty schoolgirl?
Lucius would ask later. At the moment, he was enjoying the night’s musical selection—the slick symphony of her lust squishing in time to the primal percussion of Snape’s penetration, the mellifluous moans and glorious gasps filling her mouth like a wanton melody.
That was a sound Lucius hadn’t heard in years. Snape was more of a grunty growler, which was sexy as hell, but Malfoy missed the way a witch whimpered and purred as she approached climax. Narcissa could drown out the world with one whispered word, one “Yes!” of ecstasy; and Lucius longed for that moment of zen.
His eyes traveled up her body, drinking in her curves, memorizing her moves. Too bad her upper half was being censored by his son’s blasted head. Draco had returned to her chest, suckling at her breast like a needy child as soon as the fucking had recommenced. With a sneer of derision, Lucius rolled his eyes. Dear God, Son! Move on. There are plenty of other places to lick this witch. Was this how the boy was with every woman he bedded? No wonder he couldn’t keep them longer than a couple of weeks. What kind of woman would want some whiny little wanker attached to her tit twenty-four hours a day?
The thought of sharing a witch with his son made Lucius’s skin crawl, but if he was honest, which he usually wasn’t, sharing her hadn’t been nearly as awkward as he’d anticipated. For the most part, Draco had fallen into the practiced give and take Severus and Lucius had developed over the years; he wasn’t trying to show off or steal her attention. And he hadn’t complained once. A miracle indeed. If I’d known that a nipple was all it took to shut him up, I’d have hired a wet nurse years ago.
Hermione keened and clutched Draco’s head, her fingers flexing in his blond hair as she sought some stability. Snape’s patient thrusting picked up momentum, and Lucius’s eyes snapped back to the main event. Her body was already tense, preparing for the grand finale, and Snape’s balls had drawn high, a sure sign of his impending release. Cupping Snape’s scrotum with one hand, Lucius eased his bollocks away from his body and, bowing his head in reverence, resumed his worship of her alter.
“She’s almost there,” Snape murmured. “Aren’t you, Miss Granger?"
“Yes, sir!”
Lucius grinned into her folds. That was the most cognizant thing she’d said in the past twenty minutes.
Snape growled low in his throat. “Suck her deep, Draco. Pinch her other nipple.”
Draco must have acquiesced, because Hermione gasped loudly and bridged up off Snape’s chest in a spasm of excitement. Her moans became stuttered whimpers, and the sound plucked at Lucius’s balls like a pizzicato violinist.
“Mmm-m-m-m-m,” she sputtered. “Please, sir."
“Say you're our naughty girl who loves getting fucked," Snape rasped through his teeth, his jaw locked with restraint.
"Oh gods," she groaned as another spasm rocked her body. "I'm your naughty girl. I love getting fucked. Please! Just a little faster."
"Hold on to Draco so you don't fall off."
Anchoring her arm around Draco’s shoulders, she clung to him like Devil’s Snare, her muscles trembling with exhaustion.
"Ready, Lucius?"
"Mm-hmm,” he affirmed with a low hum that made her thigh quake against his cheek
Snape gripped her behind the knees and sped up until he found the magic rhythm that left her flailing and wailing. Lucius let their bouncing bodies supply the tempo for his tongue and lapped her in time with each thrust.
"Unh! Unh! Unh!" The orgasm caught hold, and she shouted in relief, “Unnnnnnnh!”
"Fuck," Snape growled, a sharp hiss whipping through his crooked teeth. "That's our girl."
A clear stream of juice seeped from her sex and trickled down Malfoy’s chin like champagne. In his distracted state the week before, he’d missed the waterworks; those orgasmic brown eyes had been mesmerizing, and he’d been so awestruck by her hand-holding that he’d blocked out everything else. It wasn’t until later, when they were alone in bed, that Severus had mentioned she was a squirter, and now that Lucius had witnessed her talents firsthand, he could see what had Snape so enraptured.
She was a bloody marvel, a buffet of carnal delights, and he had to see her again. Soon. One night wasn’t nearly enough time to appreciate all she had to offer.
When her trembling had stilled, Snape took a deep breath and grunted, "I want to come all over her pussy."
Lucius grinned. "I've got you."
Severus pulled out, and Lucius grabbed his shaft, pumping him without pause. After only a few firm strokes, his length began to pulse, flexing like a snake in his fist. White cream erupted from his purpled head, and the first stream had enough velocity to reach her heaving belly. The rest landed on her little chocolate muffin like spurts of rogue icing, and Lucius’s mouth watered as the scent struck his senses. Definitely dessert worthy.
"Bloody hell," Snape said with a winded sigh. "How's it look?"
Lucius nodded. "Excellent."
"Sit up, Miss Granger," Severus murmured, releasing her legs. "Help her, Draco."
Her head lulled back as they levered her into a more vertical position.
"Turn her," Snape ordered.
Hermione looked dazed, her head lagging behind the direction change as she was rotated on Snape's abdomen. Severus scooted her into his lap and urged her to lean back a little so he could inspect his tag. When he pressed a hand between her legs, the hint of a smile lifted his lips, and he smeared his seed into her fur, tracing her dripping slit with one long finger.
"Do we need to cast an Anti-Implantation Charm on you?" he asked as he massaged the semen into her belly.
"I use an Ovum Impervious Potion every month."
Snape nodded. "Why don't you take her, Draco. I need to rest."
Lucius switched places with Draco, and Snape hefted her into Draco's lap before scooting back to fall in a boneless heap against the pillows, his body loose and relaxed with post-coital peace. Lucius smirked to himself. While he found Snape’s brooding intensity alluring, he preferred the tranquility of a sated Severus. Sinking down next to him, Lucius leaned in so they could speak without being overhead.
"What do you think?"
Snape continued to watch the giggling couple, his face slack but unguarded. When Hermione pulled Draco in for a slow kiss, Severus finally replied, "I think we need to do this again. Soon.”
Lucius bit his tongue to keep from grinning. That was Severus’s way of saying he’d had a fabulous time.
Draco rolled onto his back, and Hermione laughed and straddled his body, grinding into his erection; her serpentine hips elicited a look of intrigue from the Potions master, his sharp eyebrow quirking in a lopsided arch of curiosity.
"Her pussy tastes amazing. I could eat her every day and never get enough,” Lucius muttered as her arse rose high enough to expose her glittering charms.
Snape smirked. "Did she whet your appetite?"
"Wet doesn't do that juicy little slice justice."
Hermione reached down, curling her fingers around Draco’s erection and guiding him inside. Lucius probably should have been disturbed by the sight, but oddly, he wasn’t. Physically, Draco reminded him of himself at that age, and instead of revulsion, he felt only sentimentality . . . and maybe a pang of envy. While he appreciated the wisdom and experience that came with his advancing years, there was something to be said for the vigor of youth. He used to go all night with Narcissa, filling the brief refractory period with ample oral sex to get her ready for the next round. If he had that kind of stamina now, he'd still be in there, fucking Granger’s manic little pussy until he’d been resuscitated by its clenching applause.
"What about Draco?" Snape murmured softly.
"What about Draco?"
"He’s obviously quite . . . attached to her."
Hermione leaned down and kissed Draco's face, her lips trailing over his forehead and cheeks as she began to slowly glide up and down his length. Draco reached around and grabbed her arse, his tapered fingers sinking into her soft flesh. With a growl of amusement, Draco confirmed something she’d whispered in his ear and then squeezed her cheeks so the dark furrow of her arse was exposed. Severus snickered softly through his nose and adjusted himself with one hand. Lucius wondered if it was the allure of that shadowed pucker that had caught his fancy or simply the raw carnality of watching two bodies blend into one.
Lucius shrugged lightly in response to Snape’s concerns. "They can do as they please, but I doubt he stands much of a chance. Once she compares youth with experience, I think she'll prefer our company."
Snape sighed. "Are you honestly okay with that? You're just going to take away your son's only female influence?"
Lucius snorted. "Draco has all the female influence he can poke. He's shagging a new one every week."
"She's good for him."
Lucius's gaze slid over the couple, who were now locked together at both ends, snogging as if their lives depended on it. Lucius’s lip twitched with the urge to sneer. How the fuck had Draco turned a simple fucking into a make out session? And why didn’t anyone tell me that that was an option? "He'll get over it."
Snape said nothing more, and they both wandered into their own thoughts, contemplating the possibilities as they watched Hermione’s arse. She was quite the cock rider, and the rippling wobble of her bouncing bum wasn’t just a visual feast, it was downright hypnotic. Her body moved with a sensual grace, her back curling and arching, rocking to the most primal of rhythms.
The sexual tension in the room was stifling. Hermione’s breathing was loud and harsh, rushing from her open mouth in a skipping stutter. Every time Draco’s fingers skimmed her lower back or danced over her arse, she’d make a pleading noise and slam down on him so her arse slapped against his thighs with a splat of soft skin against hard muscle. But Draco wasn’t abusing the privilege; he was strategically doling it out in an attempt to cling to his remaining control. But if his ever-tightening balls were any indication, he was fighting a losing battle.
Lucius twitched with a pang of jealousy when Draco ran his hands over her sides, along her flanks, up the soft curve of her arm, down the spindles of her spine. That was the way Lucius used to touch Narcissa, the gentle caress of a lover, the familiarity of intimacy.
Their writhing bodies and heavy breathing gained momentum, and when she reached the finish line, Draco’s name fell from her lips before morphing into a startled cry of completion. As she descended from her high, a blissful smile slipped over her sleepy face and Draco pulled her down on top of him, holding her in his arms as if he never wanted to let her go.
Lucius rolled his eyes. Had Draco learned nothing from him about playing it cool? All that clinginess was going to scare her away. And while a part of him was pleased that Draco’s ineptitude would boost Lucius’s own appeal, he couldn’t help but pity his son.
Shaking his head, he heaved out a sigh of long-suffering love. There was so much he needed to teach that boy.
Chord Progressions--A chord progression or harmonic progression is a succession of musical chords. Chord progressions are the foundation of harmony in Western musical tradition.
"I Want You” by Marvin Gaye.1976. Written by Leon Ware and Arthur "T-Boy" Ross. "I Want You" became one of Gaye's most popular singles. He was nominated for a Grammy for the song (Best R&B Male Vocal Performance), but lost out to Stevie Wonder (for "I Wish").
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=mvev3enJNfA
I know the Draco lovers are going to be mad at me, but this is the last chapter from this scene (so there is no first hand account of Draco's experience). But if you wait one more chapter (the next one is Hermione), you'll get his reflections on what happened (and then very soon after some sexy Draco time).
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