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This Physical Fascination (HG/SS/LM)	By : Remarkable Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 71592 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Back by popular demand before the weekend. I present to you chapter 3 which I slaved over and ignored my coursework to get it out more quickly. Reviews feed the muse!!

Hermione reluctantly left their little flat with a few stolen kisses from each sexy man. She returned to her own place to feed her cat and pick up a few things for the following day. Spending the night again was such a wonderful thought. She could hardly remember a more memorable and pleasure weekend so far than this one. It was only bound to get better, as long as she could stay on Snape’s good side. And GODS was he fucking gorgeous. Holy shite, she hadn’t thought it possible for the scrawny man to have filled out so magnificently.

Where Lucius was heavily muscled, shining like a Greek god while working under the late summer sun, Severus was filled out but wiry, all sleek lines and grace. And they both wanted her. And she wanted both of them. As she went about her errands, a little niggling thought entered the back of her mind, slowly worming its way to the forefront.

What in hell would happen if anyone found out about this? What was she thinking? Consorting with them could land both her AND them in prison. Well, she would just have to be extra careful, then.

Hermione went to an obscure takeout joint and ordered enough food for a small army. While the food at their place was okay and definitely healthy, she figured they had not been treated to takeout in a very long time. She was right.

Re-entering their flat, she was practically smothered by Lucius flattening her against the door with a thick growl, at once capturing her lips in a searing kiss and nearly causing her to drop her overnight bag and takeout. She pushed him away with one arm, laughing into his mouth and gasping when both of his hands cupped her breasts.

“I want you, witch. Let me take you to bed.”

“Lucius, I’m going to drop the food!”

“Food?” Instantly, his attention was diverted to the enormous bag at her side. He scooped it up and deposited it on the counter in the kitchen, digging in to deposit the copious amounts of Chinese takeout on the counter.

Coming around the corner, Hermione pursed her lips in annoyance. “So, if you have a choice between food and me, this is your decision?” She lifted her eyebrows at the snide grin he directed at her.

“You cannot deny me the first taste of Chinese takeout I’ve had in well over ten years.”

“Only you would choose food over a beautiful woman, Lucius.” Hermione sighed as the masculine, work-hardened hand of Snape wrapped themselves around her waist from behind and his hardened body pressed against her back. His large nose nuzzled the shell of her ear, whispering ever so softly, “Come with me.”

Lucius let the side of his mouth curl up into a half smile and he nodded at Hermione. “You two go have some fun. I promise I’ll save some of this delightful cuisine for later.”

Barely registering what he had said, Hermione allowed herself to be pulled backwards into the professor’s bedroom. She kicked the door closed, inhaling sharply when he pinned her against the door and yanked up her long skirt. “Severus!” she breathed, her hands grasping backwards behind her head to clutch at his own baby fine locks.

“Shhh, Hermione, just feel.” He gruffly fiddled a moment with his trouser catch before unleashing the beast to lie thickly against her creamy backside. He grasped one hip with his right hand and maneuvered his thick cock back and forth on the underside of her bare pussy. “No knickers, Miss Granger?”

“Uh-huh,” she moaned softly, pressing her hot core back against him. That delicious sharp chuckle whispered silky, nasty things in her ear as he pushed inside of her and began thrusting sharply. Both powerful hands pulled her back onto his full prick, but the angle was all wrong. He was too tall to take her comfortably like this. Spinning her around and re-entering her pussy, he felt Hermione gladly wrap her legs around his waist and hang on for dear life. Snape seared his handprints into both jiggling globes of her arse as he pounded into her soaked pussy. His chest pressed insistently against her tits as their tongues dueled for dominance in-between harsh exhalations and Hermione’s rising keening. He rapidly pumped and began snapping his hips sharply as he felt her grow wetter and tighter around his shaft.

Snape had barely been able to contain his growing lust for this hot fucking witch since the first time he had lost himself inside of her, just a short time past. All of the years of frustration, repression and imprisonment to two masters, and then Azkaban, came out in a fiery roar. He banged her mercilessly against the door, slamming her practically into the faux wood, threatening to break it loose off of its hinges. Hermione screamed his name as she shuddered and poured her come around his dick and down their thighs, mingling with the nesting curls that meshed together when he lost himself again inside her warmth with a shout of completion.

“Fucking hell woman. What in Merlin’s name was that?” Hermione was only able to pant incoherently as her head rested on his slick shoulder, bits of his black mane sticking to his forehead and her cheek. She ran her hands over his back, tracing the scars there lightly with the tips of her nails. His hands remained firmly clamped on her backside, squeezing softly every few moments. At last, he lowered the trembling woman to the floor, supporting her weight until she nodded that she was able to stand on her own.

They quickly slipped into the shower, rinsing off the worst of the sex and sweat before slowing to take turns soaping one another down, exploring dips and curves in the bodily terrain of one another. Hermione dropped to her knees, fascinated by the girth of this man in front of her, impressive even in its resting state. As she handled it gingerly, her pink tongue darting out to lick the slit as she pulled back his uncut foreskin, she heard him gasp and swear atrociously. “Bloody, bloody muddy fucking hell, witch! Are you trying to kill me?”

Hermione grinned to herself at his reaction. “Maybe.” She shrieked when he pulled her roughly to her feet and planted a possessive kiss on her. Snape held her tightly to his chest, a low growl rumbling underneath his rough exterior. After a short while, the water started running cool, so the pair reluctantly pulled apart. They looked deeply into one another’s eyes, each wondering what the other was thinking at that given moment. Severus had been surprised to discover he had been able to look into Hermione’s thoughts when she had handed him her wand. He had been unable to use Legilimency on anyone with the ankle bracelet and magical tattoo on his ankle. Maybe that was the reason the prisoners were guarded so fiercely- there were limits to what the bracelets could do if one was strong enough and possessed a wand. Snape knew that he was, indeed, nobody to fuck with.

The water turned icy and he swore softly, pushing Hermione ahead of him out of the shower. They quickly dried off and came tripping into the kitchen to join Lucius, who sat carving with an odd looking bit of wood and the Muggle radio on a classical station. A sly glance at them both had Hermione blushing and Severus grumbling about wizards who should mind their own fucking business, never mind they had shared the same witch he had just screwed the daylights out of the previous day. Hermione let Severus take his fill of the takeout before tucking into her own plate. She was glad to have ordered double portions of everything. By the time they had both finished eating, there was very little left over. Lucius polished off the last of the rice and dumplings with flourish, and now the three were sprawled across the living room, hands resting on their stomachs and eyes closed, listening to a Wizarding Wireless blues station.

This was a wonderful way to spend the evening. Hermione couldn’t remember the last time she had allowed herself to relax so completely in the company of others. Why was it, she was so comfortable in the company of two supposed dangerous men, but not when spending time with her friends or co-workers? Her mind wandered aimlessly, unable to let go of the thought until it had been explored completely. With a small frown, it hit her. Everyone else in her life expected, wanted, or needed something from her. Lucius had invited her into their humble flat without any real pre-conceived notions. Okay, he expected sex, but that was because she had offered. It wasn’t something he had specifically demanded of her. For once, Hermione Granger was doing something for herself, and that made the situation so much more pleasurable.

“Sickle for your thoughts, love,” drawled a heavenly voice suspiciously close to her ear. Hermione’s eyes snapped open with a start and then relaxed. The being occupying her thoughts had moved from his seat on the couch to lie next to her on the floor, his long, solid frame stretched out a full foot longer than her own petite length. The back of his sun-kissed hand tenderly caressed the smooth skin of her cheek, sending a light splash of gooseflesh rippling down her entire body. He smiled like a benevolent God, his countenance radiant in contrast to the hooded, desire-ridden look in his eyes. She allowed him to stroke her face, enjoying the shivers he was sending through her.

“I was just thinking that everyone in my life wants something from me. There isn’t anyone that I can think of who just wants to be my friend because they want to be. I haven’t done anything I’ve truly wanted, besides take on this Ministry project, in ages. Nothing pleasurable, that is.” The young witch bit her lower lip and he brought his lips closer to her own, hovering just a hair’s breadth away.

“Nothing pleasurable? Nothing at all?” She could smell the spices on his breath, wondering what Mr. Malfoy would taste like mingled with Chinese cuisine.

“Nothing, up until now.” Hermione demurred to his masculinity, arching the tiny bit to close the gap between them. He tasted succulent, sliding his tongue into her mouth and lapping up the taste of her in a most unhurried manner. Saying the man was a fantastic kisser was an understatement. He was sex fucking personified, and he wanted her.

Lucius took his time seducing the incredible witch. He wanted this interlude to last; to make it an unforgettable session of lovemaking she would remember for all time. Their meager surroundings might not account for much, but he would give her everything at his disposal, which took into account his many years of seducing and pleasuring the opposite sex.

Fingers of fire trailed up and down her arms, eliciting hums of approval that mingled with the snores of Severus snoozing on the couch. Lucius kicked his foot against Snape’s leg to make him stop. It was annoying. He succeeded in making Snape shift his position, snort once and resume breathing quietly as he continued his kip. “I see you wore my friend out today.” It was a rhetorical statement, murmured in reference to Hermione’s multiple bouts of shagging her former Professor throughout the day.

He made quick work of her light colored blouse, pushing in gently over her shoulders to bare her breasts, barely concealed in a white, lacy bra. The mounds of her bosom piled out the top of the taut fabric, inviting Lucius to bury his nose in-between them; which is exactly what he did. “Gods, Hermione….” Came the muffled exclamation buried in her cleavage. Lucius bunched her breasts over his face, shaking his head back and forth between them like a dog just out of the bath.

Hermione laughed out loud with wonder. “What are you doing, Lucius?” He came up for air, looking as if he had just opened the most wonderful Christmas present ever.

“Hermione, you have no idea how sexy it is to see a lovely pair of tits in a push-up, lacy bra. The fact that they are yours is the icing on the cake. I have always wanted to bury my nose in a luscious set and immerse myself in their beauty.” He looked completely serious.

She almost started laughing again before she realized he was serious. “Really? You’ve never done that before?” And here she thought a man like Lucius Malfoy had tried everything at least once.

Lucius was solemn as he replied, “Pureblooded witches would not approve of a gentleman frolicking like a schoolboy with his nose buried in their cleavage.”

Hermione had never imagined there was an entirely different dynamic to high society sex than she realized. She’d have to ask him more about it sometime. In the meantime, she wanted him to go back to what he was doing. “Please, continue.”

With great relish, he did, and so much more. Her breasts were nimbly liberated from their cloth and wire prison. His mouth was doing magical things to her nipples, bringing them to stiff peaks which were, in turn, tweaked and manipulated by calloused hands. The texture of his skin added a whole new dimension to the sensations zinging through her body. It was almost as if he were putting a sort of spell on her without using any magic at all. She had never been properly seduced like this.

The men in her life took what they wanted and gave little in return, satisfied if she knocked out a quick, manual orgasm after they had had their fill. It was partly why she gave up trying in the relationship department in favor of losing herself in her work.

Lucius crept down her belly with tender kisses, running his tongue in circles around her navel, laving the skin just above the hem of her skirt. The chills in her body now ran hot and cold together in contradiction to one another. The low burn in her belly had turned into a persistent ache that throbbed mercilessly between her thighs. A soft moan escaped her lips when he slipped under her skirt. Her own hands came up to caress her breasts in anticipation of the oral feast about to take place between her thighs.

Lucius placed his hands on the upper part of each thigh, pressing them open to gain better access to her warm depths. Despite her earlier shower, he could still smell the scent of her and Severus’ mingled sex lingering next to the skin. He tasted gently along the folds of her outer labia, holding her down when she tried to buck her hips in response to his ministrations.

A stirring from the direction of the couch made him pause. Severus was waking up from his little nap and he wondered what the unpredictable man would do, seeing his best friend between the legs of the woman Snape had been shagging all day. If the man made a scene, Lucius was going to knock him into next week with a double knuckle sandwich. He remained tense momentarily, then relaxed when he heard Hermione’s soft voice beckoning for Snape to join them.

“Come here, Severus.” Hermione practically purred the invitation, pressing her tits together and shooting the Potions Master a sultry smirk.

Waking up with a stiff cock was nothing new, but waking to Lucius eating Hermione’s pussy was something else. Here blatant invitation gave him about zero point two five milliseconds pause before he was at her side. His large, warm hands were on her breasts in no time, his mouth possessing the witch he continued to desperately crave.

Lucius continued his exploration of the territory in front of him, intent on conquering the woman behind it by steeping himself in her feminine musk, bringing her to the pinnacle of desire as only he was able to do. It didn’t hurt that Severus was along for the ride. The pussy-hungry tiger grinned inwardly. A smokin’ hot witch and a shaggable wizard; the Gods and Goddesses of old were smiling down on him tonight.

Severus hadn’t thought it was possible to get hard again after the strenuous fuckings he had given Hermione over the course of twenty – four hours. Here he was, straddling the small waist of this glorious witch with his tool pressed between her tits. The sweat from her rising lust lubed his cock nicely as he began thrusting, gripping the base of his shaft with his left hand, steadying Hermione’s grip and pushing her tits together with his right.

Hermione was panting now, thighs held down by Lucius fervently eating her out, and Snape titty fucking her. Holy fucking shit, they felt so goddamn good! Her body was rapidly approaching her first orgasm of the evening and she was unable to articulate it properly, she was so short of breath with intense pleasure. Severus had his head thrown back in utter abandonment, while Lucius suddenly took her clit in his mouth and sucked hard, three fingers shoved to the third knuckle up her cunt. She screamed, making both men jump in surprise. Hot, delicious come flooded her nether regions, much to the delight of one aristocratic letch that couldn’t get enough of her pussy. Her body shuddered under both of them; creamy goodness coating Lucius’ fingers as he continued to finger fuck her through her orgasm, stroking her sweet spot mercilessly to draw out the length of her pleasure.

Snape smirked down at the gorgeous witch attempting to writhe under both men. Get used to it, witch, and the night has only just begun. Despite the extreme pleasure of sinking his shaft through her delectable globes, he wanted to shove Lucius off her cunt and sink himself back into the heaven of her pussy.

“Geroff!” He barked at Lucius, releasing himself from a boneless Hermione to swing one lean leg over her head and face Malfoy just rising, the lower half of his face glistening with her juice.

“Don’t be greedy, mate. You’ve had her all to yourself all day.”

Severus folded his arms over his chest, ready to shove his insolent flat mate out of the way to get to the treasure.

Lucius rolled his eyes at the obvious show of defiance. “Fine, take her, but don’t think I’m going to let you get away from me tonight. All bets are off.” He moved out of the way and inclined his head in deference. As Severus positioned himself between Hermione’s legs, hooking them at the knees over his arms to lift her bum off the floor, Lucius made his move.

Just as Severus shoved himself into Hermione’s tight purse, he found his lips locked onto those of Malfoy. Both of his hands were occupied, his hips moving of their own accord to the soft cries of the witch saturating his cock and balls within seconds of entry. He thought about pulling away from the presumptuous fucker for kissing him like that, but oddly, found he didn’t mind at all. The scent of Hermione was thick on Malfoy’s face, blending nicely with the musky scent of aftershave and testosterone rolling off Lucius in waves of passion. Lucius bit his bottom lip and shoved his tongue inside when Snape opened his mouth at the sudden pain. Coppery emission mixed with essence of Hermione on his tongue that was engulfed by the lustful possession threatening to drown him in its sudden ardor.

Snape was pumping slowly, rhythmically, in and out of Granger with measured strokes. Blowing off steam enabled him to mindlessly fuck her into putty, while he reveled in the newfound sensations flooding his body at the onslaught of Lucius’ talented mouth and hands. They continued to snog each other senseless, tanned fingertips flicking his nipples, pinching, twisting to the brink of sweet pain. If it were possible, the wizard was forcing even more blood into his cock as Hermione’s blessedly tight twat seemed to constrict even more.

Lucius drew away from the raven haired sex on a stick and knee-walked around the pumping couple, placing himself behind his friend. He kneed apart Snape’s legs to take advantage of the leverage he had in this position. The back of his friend was glistening with sweat, the beautiful, toned muscles rippling under the skin as he worked over the girl moaning heatedly on the end of the other man’s dick. With a firm grip, Lucius cupped Severus’ arse cheeks and massaged them as they contracted and relaxed with each thrust.

Now it was Severus’ turn to groan with anticipation. He knew what was coming. The mix of unfounded fear, and long remembered echoes of intense pleasure, drove him to another state of mind as if he were on a different plane of existence. Every touch from the cheap, stubbly carpet under his knees, to the stifling air settling around his body, intensified the experience.

Lucius brought his lips up close to his ear and licked the shell, barely touching the sensitive skin. He whispered dirty epithets into his ear. “I’m going to fuck your ass, Severus. You know you’ve been dreaming about my thick cock pounding your tight, puckered asshole for years, haven’t you mate? I’m going to bugger you so good, that monster cock of yours is going to blow your thick wad up Hermione’s cunt, and you won’t be able to do a goddamn thing about it.” Lucius spit on his fingers and stuck one into Snape’s backside.

“Fucking hell!” Snape hissed and missed a beat when he felt the invasion in his rear. Hermione was staring at him with hooded lids, clearly getting off on the fact that Lucius was taking advantage of him in a Slytherin love train. She licked her lips in response and tightened her pussy muscles reflexively. Lucius reached around with one hand and gathered up some pussy lube that dripped in steady rivulets down her thighs onto the floor. Snape felt his asshole being slathered with witch cream and imagined Lucius was going to come in for the kill. Just as he was tensing for Malfoy to buggar him, Hermione flexed again at a signal from Lucius he was unable to see. “Jesus Christ, witch!” She did it again and he grunted in response, snapping his hips a couple of times.

With Snape thoroughly distracted, Lucius brought the head of his thick cock and pushed it in one go past the tight ring of anal muscles that tried to push him right back out again. Severus shouted and tried to draw away from him and into Hermione, but the pace of his fucking wouldn’t allow him to stay trapped inside the witch for long. Holding the man’s waist steady with his work roughened hands, Lucius waited until the adjustment seemed to allow Severus to relax before forcefully pulling him back onto his cock. The man’s ass was a gold mine. There was no way he was going to let Snape get away with denying him that hot shit for so many years, ever again. Lucius dimly heard Hermione’s rising moans that signaled another orgasm being wretched out of her by Snape’s steady pounding. He wondered if he could get Snape to switch him sometime this weekend. It’d be interesting to be in the middle at some point.

“Goddamnit Lucius, you’re tearing me apart!” Severus bitched even as a sharp growl followed his sudden retort.

“Relax, old man. You fuck the witch, and let me fuck you.”

“I’m going to come before I’m ready, asshole!”

“It’s not my fault you can’t hold your wad,” Lucius returned calmly, matching Snape’s thrusting counterpoint with Hermione. He loved feeling the strong hips flexing under his palms. At this rate, he wasn’t going to last either. It was so fucking erotic, and this was the tip of the proverbial iceberg. Maybe he could talk Hermione into bringing a few playthings the next time she came over? He’d like to tie her up. Maybe Snape too. Decisions, decisions. What’s a man to do?

“Brace yourself Snape!” Lucius reached around his friend and hooked his arms under the man’s pits and up over his shoulders, his chest flush with Severus’ back, his cock thrusting sharply now in a rapid cadence as the familiar tightening in his balls took over and his mind went blank, giving over to the animalistic lust blocking everything else out.

Severus felt Malfoy’s massive cock possess his ass, searing him thoroughly in tandem with his fierce pumping of Hermione’s cunt. She had barely come down from the last orgasm and was now careening into another one on its heels. Holy fuck, his own wad was building sharply with the double pleasure blowing his mind out of the water. “That’s right, come for me witch! Who’s fucking you?”

“You are Severus!” She gasped breathlessly. “Fuck me so hard, Snape, fuck my filthy cunt and make me a real woman!”

Lucius’ hips turned into a blur at Hermione’s dirty bedroom talk and with a loud grunt, he pressed himself fully into Snape’s ass, his heavy sack resting along the lower curve of his buttocks as his cock pumped his friend full of semen. The powerful blond wizard’s descent into oblivion spurred Snape to drag Hermione as close to his own pelvis as he could manage, and his hands forcefully grabbed onto her hips with bruising force as he plunged himself into her sweet depths over and over again. She cried out as she burst into a million points of light, every one of them mirroring a black or blond haired wizard with long hair and heavy muscles pleasuring her beyond recognition.

The hot clamp of Hermione’s cunt around his shaft and her cries of completion at last dragged the final orgasm of the trio kicking and screaming from the confines of his scrotum, roaring down the superhighway of his rock hard cock and explode with jet after jet of hot come inside of her. At last, Snape’s balls were utterly empty. He immediately collapsed on top of her, bracing himself on his forearms.

Lucius clambered from his position to stretch out on his side beside the two spent hotties next to him. What a fantastic fuck. This one would officially have to go down in his personal record book as one of the most pleasurable experiences of his adult life. Severus turned his head and captured Lucius’ attention with those glittering, dilated and fully sated onyx eyes. The ones peering into his soul held a devilish promise of payback. The two wizards smirked at one another.

“Bring it on, mate,” he whispered to Snape, an amused Hermione looking on. “Bring it on.”

Severus only had one reply for his over-confident lover that had no fucking clue what he was in for.

“Indeed.”
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