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Disillusioned	By : Remarkable Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 12207 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“Professor, touch me,” Hermione breathed.

Moony growled the wolf front and center. In almost animal like fashion he lifted a hand that may as well have been a large furry paw for all the grace the limb held.

Harry’s eyes blazed brightly at the fire nearly erupting between the two people in front of him. Sparks of magic flit from her fingertips to the slightly grizzled older man in streaks that resembled miniature lightning bolts.

“You’re the one,” Remus growled, his voice heavy with lust.

“The one,” she echoed back to him, lost in his tawny eyes.

“You want this, you want me, tell me you want me,” he voiced, his member thick with a slight swell at the base, having escaped the attempted confines of his waistband.

“I want you. No, I need you AND I want you, Professor.”

“It’s Remus, love. Just Remus. When we are together, there is no Professor, or Lupin, it’s either Remus or Moony. Got it?”

Hermione shrieked a little when he suddenly snatched her wrist in a tight grip and yanked her close. He leaned in close, burying his nose in her wild, curly hair and sniffed deeply.

“You smell fucking divine.”

Harry was hard at all lack of hesitance that seemed to have fled when Hermione declared her want of this man. His own cock was springing back to life, sore and sensitive but he didn’t care. Sex was feeling, and sex with Hermione was fucking everything. Without her the sun didn’t shine. He wouldn’t get up in the morning if she wasn’t there to wake him. Hell, he’d lost his ability to feel when the Dark Lord had struck him dead the first time. It was her touch that brought him back to life and kept him even remotely centered.

Harry recognized the devastation in Remus’ feral gaze, how it hungered not just over her luscious body but latched onto her very being as his own had. If it weren’t for the physical manifestation of magic Harry would not have suggested sharing, but he was extremely sensitive to this strange phenomenon. It spoke to him like a whisper of the Cruciatus, hurtful and endearing, powerful and bold, sensuous and erotic.

It was as if time stood still when their lips met. Hermione opened her mouth to receive him, every hot inch of his oral muscle caressing her mouth and learning the contours and delights. Those delightful legs turned to jelly. Remus held her up and backed her quivering form to the floor, the front of his shirt fluttering open so their chests were pressed flesh to flesh. Harry twisted and stroked his cock, backing away to feast his sights on this atypical union, a blending of generations under the most Noble and Ancient House of Black.

Harry imagined his godfather would be turning in his grave right about now.

“Fuck!” Harry wished he was double jointed so he could suck himself. He settled for dropping into the chair and spitting on his hand so he could stroke his cock, waiting his turn with the slick witch once again.

“Need you, need you,” Hermione panted against the wolf’s lips, opening her slick center and wrapping her legs around his slim waist. “Please fuck me.”

Remus groaned, thrusting lightly against her soaked cleft.

“I’m not going to last, love, not going to last. Wolf wants you; Moony wants to breed with you.”

“Yes!” she exhaled into his hair, pushing herself wantonly against his erection.

“Please fuck me. I can’t think of anything sexier than sharing you with Harry.”

“He makes me jealous. I want to claim you, mark you as mine, but this is wrong, it’s all wrong!”

Remus snarled to himself and tried to get up, surprised when he felt Harry’s foot on his back, pushing him down forcefully over the witch.

“Don’t you dare leave her! If she wants you, you will fuck her, but by god you won’t leave. You have the nerve to wank while we’re fucking and then you are going to try and do the noble thing? Fuck that. Put your dick in her, Remus.”

Remus couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Harry’s voice was dark with lust, dripping with derision and power. The wolf snapped to the fore and overpowered the gentler wizard’s good senses, howling with glee as the cock swelled and pumped into the heated witch in one fell stroke.

Her hot sleeve clutched desperately at his thick member. Nearly panting his lungs out of his chest, Remus wrapped his arms around the sweet young witch and fucked her almost brutally, pounding her roughly against the floor. Luckily Harry had the grace to cast a cushioning charm but that didn’t mean Hermione wouldn’t be sporting a few bruises for him to heal come morning.

The beautiful young woman’s soft cries were music to his ears. She was his muse and he composed an earth shattering swell of orchestral bliss within her body, her finely tuned instrument humming and responding to his sensual, animalistic power.

His magic unfettered and sought out her own, the two colors twining above the bodies of the writhing lovers. Harry watched in fascination as the witch and wizard’s magical essence mimicked their bodily movements below, writhing together, his darker tawny glow against her lighter, almost silvery magic. Remus’ flowed in and out, his magic fucking her magic.

Hermione came with a short cry, her voice stuttering madly under the intense dual onslaught that wracked her entire core.

Remus couldn’t fucking believe how perfectly they fit. Finally able to express himself fully, he rose to his knees and blazed a look so hot and wild Harry swore the beast was in control. The black haired wizard pumped his cock, thrusting his hips forward in time to the lightening pace of Remus’ hips against their mutual lover.

A low, chanting litany of epithets erupted from the older wizard’s mouth at the same time his cock pulsed with thick, heavy jets of come inside Hermione’s sopping cunt.

Moony howled over and over, tongue lolling happily as the animal inside tightened its knot in response to the emptying of his seed inside one of his chosen mates.

Remus shoved the exhausted wolf to the back of his brain and almost collapsed on top of Hermione. The girl was almost incoherent from her orgasm, twitching and babbling under his slippery cock.

“Move over,” Harry hissed, literally pushing Remus off of her.

He growled and Harry shot a warning glare off his shoulder at the older man.

“You had your turn, she’s mine now!”

Lucky for Hermione, Harry was so aroused from the magical and physical display moments prior he emptied within her five short, rapid thrusts later. Harry doubted she even realized his cock had been in her after the last round for how out of it she was.

The two wizards settled into identical poses, back on their haunches and panting heavily while Hermione rolled onto her side and drifted into a light, stupor and sex induced sleep.

Remus reached for her but Harry held up his hand, halting the wolf’s ascent. “Let her rest, mate. She’s knackered.”

Shaking his head and seeming to come back into himself, the wizard nodded and drew his hand back, shuddering lightly as he gazed down at his spent member resting between his thighs. He suddenly felt like a dirty old man. Whatever had possessed him to spy on these two and join into the festivities?

Remus didn’t wish to intrude any further. His damn had done enough damage for one night, yet again, and with an equally harsh grimace he prayed to whoever was listening that he hadn’t really impregnated her. Moony laughed at him, chastising the silly human for the sudden misgivings.

‘They’re your mates, you damn fool,’ Moony grunted, curling up in the mental recesses he was relegated to, the mental bars too thick for him to break with emotional turmoil to wear them down.

“Shut up. Just shut up!” Remus spoke aloud, yanking his trousers back up, cock slipping wetly into his underwear and leaving a huge wet spot at the tip.

Harry watched him go, silently observing one of his mentors arguing with himself. If he hadn’t known of Remus’ internal battle with the wolf, he’d have sworn the man was schizophrenic. Harry knew better, and a mental plan began to take root. They all need something to keep themselves occupied. Hermione loved a challenge, and was turning him on to some pretty deviant ideas. As long as they weren’t hurting anyone, what would it matter if they pursued their former Professor and enticed him to fuck them both silly?

Harry’s cock hardened at the thought of being taken anally by the angular wizard. The power Lupin exuded was always strong, Harry’s own magic very sensitive to the levels of everyone’s around him, even if they, themselves were unaware of how much they latently possessed. It was a secret he kept close to the chest, as it were, and one of the reasons he knew he’d been able to defeat the Dark Lord.

Harry looked down at his cock and shook his head. “You’re bloody insatiable.”

It seemed to bob most enthusiastically in sublime agreement.
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