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Junkies	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 134120 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 20
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter franchise. JK Rowling does. I make no money doing this. I just do it to keep the plot bunnies from strangling me at night.

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Snape set the candles down on a nearby table and walked over. He ran the handle of the whip over his pets, starting with their arms and then their ribs. It very nearly tickled but the fear was enough to keep them still and silent. Snape smirked and unrolled the whip, examining the leather braid.
“This might look like an ordinary whip, but I can assure you it isn’t. First of all, I wouldn’t risk spilling your precious blood. Therefore, it’s charmed to bite without breaking the skin. Shall we try it out?”
They both sucked in a breath when Snape strolled a few feet away and drew the whip back. Then he flicked it with precision and cracked them both across the thighs with the extra-long tail. They both screamed in pain which was quickly cut off by another lash from the opposite direction.
Snape hummed. “Perfect. See how lovely the red looks against your skin, my pets.”
They looked down to see two red welts crisscrossed on their thighs. They were puffy but the skin was firm with no indentions. Snape obviously knew what he was doing.
“Now, for the aforementioned infraction, you each earn ten lashes on each side.”
“Each side?” Hermione whispered.
Snape nodded and drew the whip back again. “And the best part about this whip is that you’ll both feel them at the same time.”
They hardly had a chance to suck in a breath as the whip came again, this time right across their stomachs. It made them choke on gasps. Once again, Snape didn’t allow them to catch their breaths. He flicked the whip again, this time cracking them across the chest. Hermione marveled at how he managed to get both of her breasts and Draco’s chest when there was such a height difference between them. Snape was a master in more ways than one.
The whip came down six more times, ranging from calves to shoulders. Each lash blended into the one before, making their bodies burn. When he was finished, he let them slump against the wall, catch their breath, and process their predicament. Their arses didn’t seem to hurt so badly now.
“Now the other side,” Snape said quietly. “You could have gotten him off without letting him come in your mouth or placing your fingers in his arse. I will not let that go.”
Snape gently unshackled them, rubbing their wrists to make sure that they were fine before turning them around. Each movement was painful and the stone walls made the new lash marks sting though the cool was welcome. Snape recuffed them to the wall and rubbed a reassuring hand over their backs.
“You’re both so beautiful. It isn’t hard to see why everyone is so drawn to you, lusts after you, tries to get your attention. But you’re mine, aren’t you pets?”
“Yes, Master,” they whispered, thoroughly subdued.
Snape sighed. “I’m never going to tire of hearing that. But for now, your punishment awaits.”
They waited with baited breath, unwilling to turn their heads to see what their Master was up to. The first blow hit right across their already sore arses, making fire shoot up their spines. The next lash hit their lower backs.
Hermione took to holding her breath to keep from screaming herself hoarse, not that she wasn’t already close to it. Once again the lashes melded together to cause an exquisite pain. She’d never experienced anything like it. It hurt like nothing she’d ever experienced, but with each pulse of pain, there was also a responding pulse and tingle in her core. The last lash hit right below her arse cheeks, sending a pulse so strong she released her breath in a whoosh. The world spun.
“Easy pet,” Snape said as he quickly unhooked her from the wall and laid her in the floor. “You can’t hold your breath during punishment.”
“Can’t think to breathe,” she panted.
Snape hummed and kissed her forehead before taking Draco off the wall and laying him down beside her as well. “Then that is something we’ll have to work on, isn’t it? Now, we will discuss your deals with Robert.”
“What?” Draco growled. “You approved of it.”
“I did,” Snape drawled. “But that doesn’t mean that I like how readily you accepted the possibility of becoming a whore. Therefore, another punishment.”
Draco groaned and smacked his forehead on the ground. “Doesn’t matter.”
“Why?” Snape asked quietly.
Draco sighed. “Because I’m sunk. All my contacts are neutral. I… I’m going to be a whore.”
Snape snorted. “Not if I have anything to say about it.”
“You still haven’t explored blackmail,” Hermione offered.
Snape smirked. “Yes… there is that. But for now, I think you might like this.”
Draco shook his head. “You aren’t supposed to like your punishment.”
Snape raised an eyebrow and rolled them both onto their backs. Without another word, he picked up a blood red candle and examined it for a moment before lighting it with a snap of his fingers. They all watched the flame for a few minutes before Snape moved the candle over Draco’s chest and dribbled some of the wax on him. Draco cried out in shock and pain. Hermione gasped, the wax a stark contrast to his pale skin.
She marveled at the way the wax dribbled over his skin, the intricate patterns that Snape made. It was like he was painting a picture. Then it was her turn. The wax stung, the heat similar to sticking a finger in nearly scalding water but it soon cooled down, leaving a weird feeling of silky wax and a weight. Places where the wax touched the whip marks burned beyond the heat. Just when she thought Snape was done, he picked up a forest green candle and repeated the action. It was an odd sort of thing for a punishment, more erotic than unpleasant.
“So lovely,” Snape purred as he added gold and silver to the mix. “The perfect canvas.”
“Never took you for an artist,” Draco said softly as Snape dribbled wax over his thighs.
Snape huffed. “Potion making is an art, the ingredients blending together to make something new, something powerful. The Master is responsible for the creation, choosing only the most perfect ingredients to create a masterpiece. Potions can be cold, unfeeling, or they can be involved and intimate. They can help a babe take its first breath or steal it. In a way, candle wax is freeing. It allows the painter to experiment without nasty side effects and paints a picture that most won’t witness in the bottom of a cauldron.”
Hermione shuddered at his words, his deep baritone cadence making her arousal soar. He spoke of potions like one would a lover. She had no doubts that the vampire still had his soul. No one could feel that deeply about something if they didn’t.
“Behold,” Snape said after a while, sitting back and conjuring a mirror on the ceiling.
It was… beautiful. It reminded her of an abstract water color painting she’d once seen of a field of flowers. The different colors accented the dips and curves of their bodies. It was uncomfortable, wearing the wax and the application of it, but she’d never felt more cherished. That was probably fucked up but she couldn’t care.
“Now,” Snape whispered. “Who do you belong to?”
“You, Master,” Draco and Hermione said in unison.
Snape hummed. “I’m not so sure you want to be my slaves.”
“Why not?” Hermione asked before she could think better of it.
Snape scowled. “That moment you had with Weasley was significant.”
“Are you jealous, Master?” Draco asked.
Snape sneered. “You’re mine.”
Draco cocked an eyebrow and then stared meaningfully in Hermione’s eyes. There was no mistaking his meaning. Snape was their Master but he was still as insecure in their arrangement as they were. This was still their punishment but it also seemed to be a test as well. They had to prove they wanted to be his, beyond submitting to the whip or a spanking.
“Permission to get up, Master?” she asked quietly.
“Granted,” Snape said, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. “But one toe out of line and it’s the cane for you.”
She gave him a faint smile and struggled to roll over. Her body protested and she winced every time the wax cracked where the whip marks still resided. Draco was in the same shape, grimacing with every move. Slowly but surely, they made it to their Master. Again she was glad that she was so in tune with Draco, at least in the carnal sense because he mirrored her every move.
As one, they began kissing their Master’s body, worshiping him with their hands and lips. They were careful not to overstep their bounds by undressing him. That would mean another beating that they didn’t think they could take. Snape watched them with heavy lidded eyes, cataloguing every movement. Much to their delight, he began undressing a few minutes later, bearing his body to them. They worshiped every new inch of exposed skin, kissing, licking, sucking, and nipping everywhere they could reach with their mouths and caressing with their hands where they couldn’t.
Time spun around them as they focused themselves entirely on their Master. This was something new, a closeness they hadn’t felt before. Snape had been right. They’d never look at another the same way again. Oh, they’d still be interested in other people, but they wouldn’t be more than a passing fancy or a means to an end. And they’d be sure to get expressed permission first… with the promise of no punishment. They were aching in more ways than one, sexual frustration being the biggest one.
Hermione bent down to kiss the back of Snape’s leg and noticed that Draco’s member was almost purple with arousal and straining against the cock ring. It had to be more painful than her predicament but she didn’t dare say anything about it. Instead, she threw herself into her task, urging her Master to stand. Snape complied and seemed to marvel as she and Draco took up the same positions they’d used on Charlie. They’d prove that they wanted Snape more.
Draco began working his way down Snape’s back, slowly worshiping every inch of porcelain flesh while Hermione took it upon herself to worship her Master’s cock. Slow licks and wet sucking kisses followed by gentle blowing made Snape almost purr and sink further into Draco’s arms. She looked up imploringly, seeking permission before she went further. Snape buried his hand in her hair and pushed her forward. That was enough permission for her. She opened her mouth wide and swallowed him down to the hilt, her throat reflexively contracting at the intrusion. Snape groaned and gripped her hair tighter but he didn’t push.
They worked in tandem, Draco reaching around to fondle Snape’s balls. She reached a hand up to knead the base of his cock while massaging the head with her tongue and lips. Snape’s other hand grabbed one of Draco’s and lead it around to his arse. Draco gasped as Snape cast a spell to lube his fingers and then directed them to his pucker. Draco gulped and began gently working his fingers in and out of his Master’s arse.
It was surreal and welcome, though it hardly seemed like a punishment except for the fact that they were both so frustrated they were nearly in tears. They worked Snape together for what seemed like hours. Their knees ached but they refused to stop. They were good slaves and they were going to prove it. If the way Snape was groaning was any indication, they were convincing. Draco took a deep breath and made an unasked move, pushing his tongue into Snape’s arse. Snape snarled and bucked his hips, nearly gagging Hermione. Finally, finally Snape came with a feral growl and strong thrusts. Hermione swallowed it all, licking him clean.
“Such good pets,” Snape said a bit hoarsely before he snapped their leads back on. “Come.”
They obediently crawled out of the basement and up the stairs. Draco was panting in pain and she wasn’t much better, the friction of her movements along with the burning of the whip marks and the wax that was still crumbling on her skin was almost too much. But they said nothing as they made to his bedroom.
Once there, Snape flicked his wand and vanished the rest of the wax. “Onto the bed, flat on your backs.”
They scrambled to obey, now thoroughly cowed by pain and the promise of pleasure. They didn’t dare look at each other, not wanting another lashing. Snape smirked at their demeanor and ran a hand up each of their legs, his eyes drinking them in. He’d left his clothes in the basement and was now gloriously naked.
“Such beautiful slaves. You’ll respect your Master’s wishes now, won’t you?”
“Yes, Master,” they breathed.
“You’ve been exceptionally good,” Snape purred, his eyes alight with mischief and lust. “Draco, I think you should fuck her, don’t you?”
“No, Master,” Draco said, his voice cracking from the stress of wondering if it was a trick question.
“Why not?”’
“She’s your slave. You should have her first.”
Snape smirked. “Hermione, would you climb on Draco?”
“No, Master. I wouldn’t take your slave. Not unless it pleases you.”
Snape nodded. “You’re learning. Well done.”
Snape climbed on the bed between them like a panther, his eyes pinning them in place. Waves of pleasure radiated from their marks, bring them right to the edge before disappearing. Hermione bit back a groan and tried to slow her breathing. Snape smirked and walked his fingers up their legs, finally stopping just a hair’s breadth away from the place they most wanted him to touch.
The pleasure started again, quicker this time, building until they could barely stand to breathe before it was gone in an instant. Hermione whimpered then, unable to help herself. She hated edging. Snape started again, bringing her to the point of madness before stopping. She wracked her brain trying to keep from screaming out. They’d never discussed safe words with Snape. Then again, they had agreed to absolute control. But everyone had their limits. As Snape edged them again, she wondered if she was about to hit hers. How did it feel, breaking?
“So, my pets,” Snape purred. “Have you learned your lesson?”
“Yes, Master,” they all but screamed as he edged them again.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You Master!”
“Do you still wish to belong to me?”
That question struck them dumb. What did he mean? Snape’s face grew pensive, and odd look on the vampire. He brushed his hands over their foreheads, studying them in turn for several minutes. Then he edged them again, taking them straight to the brink without letting them go over. Tears were pouring from their eyes and their bodies ached from punishment and denial of pleasure.
“You’ve both proven your loyalty tonight,” Snape said quietly. “You’re minds have never once strayed to the possibility of ending our arrangement, nor have they steered to the desire to. You’ve proven to me that you are in this for more than fame or fortune. If you were in it for that, you would have taken the scales for yourselves.”
“You questioned us?” Hermione whispered. It hurt, the thought that he didn’t trust them.
“It’s in my nature to be suspicious,” Snape said quietly. “But no more. You’ve taken your punishment well, my pets. Are you prepared for your reward?”
“Reward?” Draco asked, his voice rough with want and the strain of the night.
Snape smirked. “I did promise.”
They couldn’t speak anymore when Snape started the pleasure again, just to the peak. With a flick of his wrist, Draco’s cock ring was banished. Then slowly, ever so slowly, he touched them. It was enough to send them in a spiral that consumed them entirely. They screamed hoarsely as their climaxes continued on much longer than they’d ever experience. Just when the world was starting to dim, the pleasure faded and warmth settled in their bones.
“Oh no, my pets,” Snape whispered as he shot a charm to keep them awake. “The night isn’t nearly over.”

AN: I'm back! Sorry for the delay guys. I had a whole bunch of things to do. I hope I didn't lose anyone. As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. They keep me going when my Muse is a bitch. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys!
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