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Harry Potter and the Inheritance of Truth	By : bagoftois Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 156888 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not nor have I ever owned Harry Potter and subsequent charactes belonging to J. K. Rowling, neither do I make any money from the writing of this story.

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     “Sev, we’ve got a location,” Harry yelled as he burst into the Potion Master’s quarters. He looked first in the man’s private study, then in the bed room, and finally found the surly professor in the large tub of the bathroom. The enthusiasm of the acquired information from Lucius was suddenly irrelevant compared to the vision Severus made in the sunken tub.

     The black haired man sat looking utterly relaxed and happy, which made Harry’s heart thrum with something that felt so foreign it could not be described by the wizarding hero. He spelled his clothes off, stepped into the tub, and straddled the sexy professor.

     The relaxing Professor merely smiled, not bothering to open his eyes. He brought a hand up to cup Harry’s right hip and his wand appeared in his other hand. Harry quickly, with a flick of a wand, found his arms tied above his head to the ceiling above the tub, while still straddling Severus. He struggled slightly, but at Severus’ chuckle beneath him he stopped.

     “No, please keep moving; it was quite pleasant.” The dark voice made Harry’s erection even harder than just the sight of the man.

     “If you didn’t want to be bothered, you should lock your door.” Harry said, trying to keep the petulance out his voice.

     “I will remind you that usually it is polite etiquette to knock before entering someone’s quarters and the bathroom. However, in your current position, you are not bothering me in the least.” Severus finally opened his eyes to take in the picture that Harry made suspended above him. “Are you uncomfortable?”

     Harry wiggled again, then pulled up on his arms, and then cocked his head to the side to reply, “No? Why aren’t I more uncomfortable?”

     “The spell has weight distribution, balancing, and cushioning charms built-in. It is made to ease the stress of long sessions of restraint training.”

     “Is that what you have in mind?” Harry looked a bit intrigued by that. His mind instantly supplying the ‘information’ session he had with Lucius Malfoy not even thirty minutes earlier.

     “No, that is for a relationship of true dominance and submission. We are far too even willed to hold ourselves back from each other long enough for either of us to learn the lesson.” Severus leaned his head back and closed his eyes again and put both hands on Harry’s hips. He grabbed them firmly, but not to elicit or cause any pain.

     He slowly pushed the hips into a back and forth movement aided by the partial submersion in the warm water. Harry soon caught the rhythm and was sliding against his lover in smooth strokes. Severus and Harry moaned at the lack of friction, but gasped at the very sensual feel of their connected flesh. Harry arched his back causing his hard prick to point in towards Severus’ belly. With each nudge against the lightly furred skin against his sensitive cockhead, he brought himself closer to climax. His arched back also helped him bear down harder onto Severus’ cock trapped under him.

     Severus suddenly stopped their mutual movement, breathing heavily, “I want you inside me.” Severus reached to the side of the tub and picked a pot of pink tinged lubricant. He slicked Harry’s cock bobbing out of the water. He muttered a spell and Harry was lowered deeper into the water. Severus moved his legs back for Harry to seat himself between them, instead of above. He positioned Harry’s waiting member at his entrance and pushed down until Harry’s crown pushed passed his clinched hole. Severus and Harry both sighed at the initial intrusion, feeling comforted by the physical connection.

     Harry found that he had surprising control over his hip movements despite being tied in a vulnerable position. He thrust into Severus shallowly at first slowly working himself to the hilt. He teased Severus with his length, keeping it from the man beneath him. Severus did not take advantage of his freedom to set the pace for the coupling, instead giving Harry the control to impale him as he wished. He moaned at every shallow plunge into him. He reveled in the feeling of being stretched so effectively. The pleasure rolling through him like waves crashing against the shore. The waves ebbed and flowed causing him to reach orgasm far faster than he had anticipated. His untouched prick erupted over the surface of the bath water, floating like freshwater pearls on top of the water.

     His breath did not have a chance to catch as Harry continued to stroke in and out of the man. The same shallow thrusts were Severus’ undoing a few minutes later as he erupted again. His breathing was heavy and he was not getting the chance to calm because of the constant in and out that Harry was taking pleasure in torturing him with.

     Harry was enraptured by the beauty Severus made before him. The man was so tight and each time his orgasm took him over he clutched Harry’s cock that much harder. Harry luxuriated in the quivering hole, making sure to keep his thrusts shallow and right over Severus’ sweet spot. With each gift of seed adorning the water Harry felt higher and higher in the energy that elicited from the man beneath him. He would have continued had Severus not begged in the sweetest voice he had ever heard, “Please, no more, I can’t AHHH…”

     Harry shoved his hips forward at a hard and fast pace. He was spurred by Severus’ cries of passion and exhaustion. He came with a hard push against Severus’ prostate and burying himself to the hilt and basked in the clutching hole surrounding his prick.

     “Untie me Severus.” Harry said while hilt deep. Severus’ counter spell was uttered so low that Harry’s almost considered the man was simply to incoherent to comprehend the request, until the restraints loosened and his arms came free. Harry reached down, looping his arms around the almost fully submerged Potion Master and lifted him out the water. He slid out of the man’s body causing Severus to gasp at the further stimulation of his well used hole.

     Harry carried Severus out of the bathroom and laid him on the bed face down. He cast drying charms on them both. He caressed Severus’ wiry muscled form from head to feet. He smiled at the little moans and whimpers of pleasure and contentment uttered from the usually stoic man. His fingers ran down Severus’ spine and down his crevice. The pale cheeks an enticement that Harry could not resist. He leaned in and placed soft kisses against the flushed flesh. He kissed every inch of the round mounds. He spread the cheeks to look at the reddened pucker that had clasped him so hard and ran a finger over it. Severus’ opening seemed to quiver and glisten gifting Harry with a drop of his seed, like an oyster gifting a pearl. Harry gulped in a breath at the sight and without hesitation lapped it up with his tongue. The taste of Severus and himself worked over his tongue and Harry was instantly hard again.

     Severus felt the tongue move over his used flesh and gasped at the soothing feel. “More.” He spoke to the man behind him. Harry quickly obliged and helped Severus unto his knees. Severus buried his face in a pillow, while Harry went to work taste and soothing Severus’ back side. The raven haired Potion Master groaned as his cock became, impossibly, hard once more. The man could not believe that he could think about another orgasm for a week let alone contemplate the current status of the erection between his legs at the moment. When a finger sunk into him and he was flipped over, Severus was not sure what was going to happen.

     “Taste us Severus.” Harry offered two fingers to Severus and the man obediently open his mouth to surround the digits in his moist warmth. The taste was amazing, like ambrosia or heaven in the form of a taste.

     Harry saw the rapture on his lover’s face and quickly muttered a spell. He straddled Severus and positioned the man before the other could comprehend his actions. He sunk all the way down, impaled by what he enjoyed most in this world of magic. Severus filled him, more than physically, but emotionally as well. Harry felt that when he was with Severus the entire world melted away to nothing. His chest hurt with the full feeling. As Harry rode Severus slowly bringing himself to climax, Severus seized his hips, bolting upright, “He is calling.”

     Harry’s stomach clenched and his arousal fell away. “Severus I know where he is. I got the information from Lucius, you don’t have to go.” He scrambled off of the man and tried to keep him from immediately answering the call.

     “You are not ready yet to fight him. He has any number of bases and Lucius probably just divulged the one he knows of. If I don’t go he will not have to wait to kill me. I bare his mark, Harry. I am his until he is no more.” The man laid a caressing hand against his young lover’s cheek and got to his feet to get dressed.

     “I am adjusting the wards so you can apparate from here.” He told Severus as the man grabbed the heavy black robes and pulled a white bone mask from a drawer. He spelled on shirt and trousers and nodded to Harry before he popped out of the room to where ever his Master deemed.

     Harry sat on the bed staring at the empty spot Severus had stood, “No, Severus you are mine, not his, now and always.” With that Harry dressed quickly and left on a search of the only help he knew that could find him a way to save the man he loved.

     “I love you Severus Snape. Goddamn it, I do.” He stormed out of the dungeons.

     Severus had just straightened the hastily donned robe and mask as he entered the throne room of the Dark Lord. He looked around at the other members of the inner circle and a few lower level Death Eaters. He went immediately down on one knee to pay obeisance to his Master.

     “Severus, what have you to report?” Voldemort asked his kneeling servant.

     “Potter has captured Lucius Malfoy, but I am unable to find his location in the castle at this time.”

     Severus waited for the snake faced man to process the information. “Have a seat Severus.” The Dark Lord conjured a chair and Severus cringed at the thought of sitting on the hard wood piece of furniture. Voldemort smiled and pointed in a silent command. Severus winced as he sat gingerly. It was all fun and pleasure until you were called by your sick sadistic Master.

     “I see he is still taking you?”

     “Yes, My Lord. He was rather rough right before you called.”

     “If I wasn’t so bent on killing him, I would be tempted to make him my right hand man. Find Lucius and help him escape. You may go.” Voldemort dismissed Severus and the man sighed with relief once he cleared the outer doors of the throne room.

     Harry moved swiftly through the halls of Hogwarts. His silent communication with the school telling him where to find the person he needed for this important task. He found his quarry in the library.

     “Granger, I need your assistance.” He told the bushy haired witch, who looked a little tired bent over a rather large tome.

     She looked up at him quickly, “Anything for you Harry.” The statement was so sincere that Harry almost wanted to forget about the betrayal he suffered at her hands.

     “Follow me.” He turned and waited for her to catch up with his hasty steps. He cast a privacy spell around them while they walked. “I need you to research everything you can find about the dark mark, links, marks, and anything in between. I will never trust you to have my back or as emotional support again, but this I know you do better than any other person I have ever met.” He stopped by a door only he could see not far from the school library.

     “Harry, I have already looked through the library here, including the restricted section on this subject. There is nothing here.” Hermione looked devastated that she could not do what her ex-friend wanted and needed.

     “You haven’t checked through all of Hogwart’s resources.” He waved a hand over the seemingly blank wall and Hermione gasped as a door appeared before them. “This is the Ravenclaw Library. You will tell no one of this place and you will be able to see the door when you need to do your research.” Harry escorted the shocked witch into the vast domain of knowledge. The look on Hermione’s face almost made Harry burst with laughter. Utter rapture was plastered across her face at the sight of all the new books to read and go through.

     “Oh, Harry, I’ll have an answer for you as soon as possible. I’ll start right now.” Hermione moved to a book shelf and completely ignored the man that had shown her in. Harry almost smiled fully as he walked out of the library.

     Harry was walking the halls not paying attention and contemplating the loss of the ‘Golden Trio’. He was confused by his feelings about letting Hermione in for just this task. It felt like old times to have her researching what he needed to bring down Voldemort.

     It felt weird after seven years to try and pick two new people from his house or elsewhere to hang out with. Harry still couldn't take Draco in large dosages and no one had ever struck Harry like Ron and Hermione did with first impressions. Harry continued to contemplate his dilemma; loneliness was a cruel bitch that just wouldn’t leave Harry alone.

     “You are a bastard of the first wave, Azeal!” Harry heard the crude exclamation coming from a newly cleared practice room. He approached a slightly open door and peered in and saw two people with large wings and swords clashing. It was spectacular to Harry as he watched the two spar and the amount of sparks between the clashing metal.

     “Razul, you are the bastard. My parents are soul bonded as you know.” The statement was punctuated by the down swing of Azeal’s sword.

     “Oh, so we are talking truly about family now? Let’s see…with a Harpy for a mother, it is no wonder why you fight like a bitch.” The toothy grin Razul pasted on his face made Harry laugh. Both men didn’t necessarily tense at the intrusion, but quickly turn their swords to meet the enemy, ready for battle.

     Harry laughed again at the ready posture and put his hands up in surrender. “You guys are hilarious and well matched.” Harry perused the two winged men. Razul was taller that Azeal by two inches, but Azeal was broader than Razul, but both were inches taller than Harry. The men both had matching violet eyes that seemed to swirl a bit with direct eye contact. Their muscled forms let no one mistake the power contained in their bodies. They currently only wore tight pants made out of some kind of animal hide, but Harry could recognize that it wasn’t dragon, or cow. The boots looked like weapons themselves. They were adorned with metal at the toe and heel and the buckles that kept them on were slightly spiked. If you were to be kicked, then it would definitely land you with Madame Pomfrey.

     “Hello, Potter, what made us catch your attention?” Razul asked the teen leaning in the door.

     “Your banter lured me in, but fighting made me stay. Are you taking weapons training here or is this pre-Hogwarts talent?” Harry was still smiling at the two men.

     “Well, no half incubus, half fae would be caught dead with sword skills. And Razual, here, had to learn to make sure no one stole his cherry back home.” Azeal laughed at the scowl he caused in his friend.

     “See, this is the kind of crap that pissed me off about Dumblefuck. The curriculum before this wouldn’t even have mentioned hybrids or full blood demons. I am glad you came when I sent the call out.” Harry walked over to the two and extended his arm. Both men looked taken aback for a moment. “What?”

     “It is not many humans who know how to greet other realm species.” Razul said, as he clasped arms with Harry in friendship.

     Azeal followed Razul’s lead and clasped arms with Harry as well. “Want to join our sparring, Potter?”

     “Sure, but I don’t know how long I can hang with you two.” Harry walked over to the wall of the room and placed a hand against it and closed his eyes. A few moments later a small inlet in the wall appeared and Harry picked up the Sword of Gryffindor.

     “Fuck, Potter, you pulling out the big guns. Shit we were practicing with the school supply, but…” Razul smiled evilly at his two spar mates and threw his sword to the corner of the room and pulled another sword out of thin air. “If we are going to fight with battle swords, all I have to say is Yea!”

     Azeal threw away his sword two and pulled another sword out of the air, as well. They circled up and took their ready stances. Each eyed their other opponents, but non-taking the first swing. A quick covert glance between the two demons and simultaneous slashes were aimed at Harry. Moving to the left of one sword and parrying the other. The movements of the demons were almost choreographed as they attacked Harry.

     Harry blocked and dodged blows, but he was just matching them. He realized that he needed to take the offensive away from the other two. Harry watched them as they continued to attack, trying to find any weaknesses and flaw in the symbiotic sword styles. His opportunity came as both partners moved apart to get swing space. Harry didn’t let them. Harry used his smaller size to slip into Razul’s space and force the demon to lose the power of his blows. Azeal no longer had a clear attack space to Harry. He smiled at the human’s cleverness and turned on his friend. Razul was now on the defensive.

     It didn’t take long for them to fight themselves into exhaustion. All of them almost evenly matched and could not win the fight without bloodshed. Breathing heavily and sweating, they put away the real swords and started to laugh.

     “You are a surprising human, Potter.” Razul spoke between breaths.

     “Call me Harry. And I wouldn’t have thought I could stand against two such as you either.”

     Azeal wiped the escaped strands of his midnight hair away from his face and nodded, “Harry, then, we should hang out. What do you Humans do for fun? The common rooms are dull. Nothing, but gossip and studying.”

     “Well, that is usually how it starts off. Parties and celebrations have only been condoned by staff after quidditch wins, but it is a new school.” Harry paused to contemplate and an almost evil smirk plastered itself on his face. “How about a get together at my place?”

     Razul eyed the human curiously and shook his pale head at the pure mischief in that smirk, “Where is your place?”

     “The Other.”

     Both demons smiled at the mention of their realm and what they could do there that wouldn't come to the attention of the teachers and staff.

     “More surprises than a little bit, Harry.” Razul laughed to himself and seemed to stare Harry down. His eyes took on a glow and slight waves of power emitting from him.

     “Don’t Razul, he’s a new friend.” Azeal said frowning at his friend.

     “No worries, ‘Zeal. He can’t enthrall me.” Harry unleashed his own power and let it wash over the other two. “If you’re interested then say so, but just so you know my dance card is full.”

     Both demons laughed out heartily and Razul reined in his power. “Not so human after all, Harry. I knew there was a reason I liked you. So who’s your feeding ground?”

     “’Zul, ‘Zeal, walk with me and I’ll give you some hints.”

     They left the practice room practically arm in arm, headed towards the Great Hall where they tried to find seats together. After the Hogwarts’ Hunt, it was decided to further school unity and eliminate house rivalry the house tables would be disbanded. Now the Great Hall sported various round tables for the students to take seats. It caused the students to find their own friend groups and mingle with any unattached school mates.

     Harry, Razul, and Azeal headed to a table where he saw Dean and Seamus sitting. “What house are you guys in anyway?”

     “Ravenclaw.” Azeal answered.

     “Slytherin.” Razul smirked at the frown of his friend.

     Harry whispered something in Razul’s ear and Azeal couldn’t help but be curious at the wide eyed expression it elicited on his friend’s face. He leaned in to Razul to ask, but the other demon simply shook his head as if to say ‘later’.

     “Razul, Azeal meet Seamus Finnegan and Dean Thomas, my fellow Gryffindors.”

     Both demons inclined their heads at the other occupants of the table. Their gesture was returned and all sat and starting piling food unto their plates.

     “So, I’m throwing a party, guys, at the manor this weekend. All Marauders, DA, anyone you guys deem worthy of an invite.” He motioned to the two new demons.

     “You sure you want strangers in the manor, Harry?” Dean asked, but could barely contain the excitement of a party off grounds.

     “If wouldn’t matter, the wards are so strong, it would take Merlin himself to get back in the manor after the party.”

     Seamus was bouncing in his seat to ask a question, “Refreshments?”

     “Would we be having it off grounds if we were not going to completely break every rule imaginable?” Harry replied.

     “Where’s your manor, Harry? The gossip would have spread fast if you had purchased a manor in The Other.”

     “Gryffindor Manor. You know I’m the Heir of Four right?”

     “Fuck!” Azeal exclaimed. “You’re the Heir. I always wanted to see Gryffindor Manor.”

     “It’s fecking massive and so brilliant.” Seamus chimed in to add commentary. “Can we use the bath rooms too?”

     “I would hope that our host would let us relieve ourselves?” Azeal asked with a raised eyebrow.

     “Not bathroom, one word, but Bath Rooms, two words. Their like massive, heated pools with décor that is decadent.” Seamus’ eyes glazed a bit and this made the two demons laugh.

     “I guess you Gryffindors really do know how to live.” Razul said, “I heard you were on the tame side.”

     Dean answered for his fellows, “That’s the Gryffindor secret. We have a reputation, but you don’t just get into the lion house with just bravery; you got to have some spice too.” The brown skinned boy looked downright salacious.

     “Well, that is interesting.” Razul said eyeing the Gryffindors.

     Seamus perked up even more and grinned looking over Harry’s shoulder. “Harry, your bitch is coming?”

     All the occupants of the table turned to see Ron Potter walking towards their table, specifically his Master.

     Ron, went to one knee beside Harry, “Master”, he spoke with his head down.

     “Take a seat and have dinner,” Harry replied to the greeting. He turned back to the others, knowing he did not need to explain, everyone knew what Ron was to him.

     “Is he as spicy as he looks?” Razul asked eyeing Ron.

     “He aims to please at all times. He likes being punished though.” Harry smiled at the various punishments he had inflicted on Ron. Harry had never liked bloodshed for nothing and his treatment of Ron would not include it either.

Harry felt eyes upon him as he eyed Ron. He turned towards the head table and saw Severus looking almost murderous.

“Looks like my Head of House has it out for you, Harry, does he really hate you that much, like the rumors say?” Razul spoke with amusement in his voice.

“Even more.” Harry said with slight confusion in his voice.



     Harry walked through the door of Severus’ chambers worried. The look that was aimed at him was disturbing considering his feelings for the man. He didn’t look hurt from Voldemort’s call, but Harry had a sinking suspicion that all that anger really was directed at him. It was confirmed when a glass barely missed him and smashed against the wall next to the door.

     “Should I ask what I did or just apologize?” Harry said coming out of his instinctive duck.

     “You constantly surround yourself with more and more sexual conquest. Is there even room in your bed for me any longer? Especially since, you have now acquired two incubi.” Severus stood fangs bared and spitting mad. Harry thought he was the most beautiful sight on this Earth.

     “Sev, what are you talking about?”

     “Razul Ames and Azeal Aris, you were practically draped over them when you came to the Great Hall and I could see the shared energy coating all three of you.”

     “Sev, we were in the practice room before heading to dinner.”

     “So you call it practice now? Get out!”

     “No.” Harry’s simple answer made the man even madder.

     “No? I am not asking you; I am telling you to leave my quarters.”

     “And I am telling you that you are mistaken about my new friends. I am lonely when I cannot be with you and I am looking for new best friends. I think I found them today.”

     “You really think you can be just friends with two incubi? Potter, your stupidity amazes me!”

     “You know I am part incubi. I have a choice. We do not have the same allure to each other. I love you, but, Sev, I have to feed and you are not available and monogamy is not an option for me.”

     “You love me?” Severus seemed to deflate at the casually spoken words. “But, how can you know that?”

     “If I hadn’t known and watched you for the last seven years I would not know how to explain, but you are in luck that I have.” Harry approached his love, “You take care of the snakes like they are your own children. If you did have a child the bias you show for your snakes would cause a brat that would pale in comparison to Draco’s example.

     “You are so brave that I sometimes think you should have been put into Gryffindor, but I remember how calculating you are. There is only one spy in the Death Eater ranks because of the fear inspired by that monster. You are at risk daily of being discovered, but you continue.

     “I am awed by you talent and capability at every turn. Your adaptability is amazing. You were turned into a vampire and you still stalked the halls like nothing has changed. I love you because you moan when my tongue thrusts into any of your orifices. Your ass is so tight I can barely stand it as I thrust into you.” Harry moved in closer to Severus pressing his body against the vampire. He nuzzled the man’s neck and placed a kiss to it. “I love you, because you are you, Severus Snape.”

     Harry was enclosed in arms like steel in a heartbeat. He was picked up and pushed against a wall. His clothing was spelled away and two lubricated fingers were shoved into him.

     “We will finish what we started earlier today.” Severus’ voice purred as he thrust his digits into the tight willing hole. He watched as Harry moaned and waited until Harry was about to come and pulled his fingers. He chuckled at the groan of frustration from the younger man.

     Severus pushed Harry harder against the wall for balance. He positioned himself and thrust hard into his lover. Harry came instantly and Severus was surprised that not even a second later he followed suit. Both breathed heavily and leaned against each other for support.

     “I love you, Harry James Potter.”

     “Take me to bed, Sev.” Harry replied.
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