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Magical Mugwort	By : Marjay2127 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 10391 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Fred leaned close to me from behind, his body heat warming my own body, and he reached around to cup my breasts. I squeaked in surprise, and my nipples stiffened instantly. Flicking out my tongue to catch George's lips, I had a second of eternity to debate. My heart was fluttering nervously in my chest, and I had to swallow it back down. For a split moment, I wondered if it was a good idea. But as Fred began kissing my back, smoothing my hair out of the way, and George held my head so gently in his hands, his body shaking slightly, I screwed my courage.

“Yes,” I breathed, the sound barely more than a whisper.

George kissed me once more, his tongue probing my mouth. There was something hungry and yet gentle in his kiss, as though he wanted this more than anything but he didn't want to frighten me off. It was the same with Fred. His lips caressed my skin so hungrily, but there was a restraint in him. I had felt them both let themselves go of restraint; they were being cautious at the moment.

Their thoughtfulness made me more determined. I pulled George to me until he crawled onto the bed with us, and Fred obediently moved accordingly. I wrapped my arms around his strong shoulders, just savoring holding him and kissing him. When Fred pressed himself against my back, I slid one arm back to wrap around him as well. The heat from their two bodies threatened to make me reel, but it was so enticing at the same time.

It was hard to breathe as their hands caressed me, and I was able to feel the softness of their skin everywhere. A million thoughts and questions were zooming through my mind.

How did all this happen? Am I really here right now? I know they insinuated this when we met but oh gods, it's happening. Gods, Fred, just there, and George... Will we be together at once? I've never been in a threeway with two men before... what do I do now?

I was falling. It took a moment to realize the boys were very gently laying me down on the bed. The flurry of rose petals continued, like soft rain that caressed me. The scent was so sweet, I wanted to roll in it. I didn't object as we lay together, me pressed between them. Steady moans made their way up from my throat as George continued to plunder my mouth, nibbling on my lips, and Fred slid his hands down my backside. I shifted until Fred smoothly slid his body against mine, and his new erection was nestled against me. I pulled George closer until his erection pressed against my abdomen. The sensation sent wonderful shivers of delight through me.

George's lips were so sweet. When he slowly moved them down my cheek and to my neck, I groaned half in disappointment and half in total arousal. I slid my hand up into his hair, always amazed by how soft it was. My free hand slid back along Fred's hip, clutching him to me. Both their hands were everywhere on me: my hip, my breasts, my hair. At the same time, Fred was gently rocking against my backside, stirring the fire of want that was still resting heavily between my legs.

“Fred... George...” I murmured.

I turned my head to face Fred, allowing George to bite my neck. Gasping, I leaned in, and Fred kissed me deeply. I slid my hand down his hip and towards his cock, which was continuing to tease me. As I touched him, Fred inhaled sharply and pulled away.

“Bit anxious, are you, Maggie?” he whispered against my lips.

Shifting my body so that I pressed harder against George, earning a moan from him, and gently touching Fred, which earned a moan from him, I swallowed hard before I replied, “You have no idea. God, I need you.”

George moved lower, and I turned more on my back as he began kissing my breast. I whimpered as he took my nipple in his mouth, rolling it between his teeth. Arching, I cried out as he bit gently. Further down, I felt Fred slide his hand over my hip and towards my aching center. I was so wet, so hot, and I had to release my grip on Fred's member to allow him to touch me.

Fred slid his fingers inside of me, and I cried out again. He pressed his lips to my ear, and his voice was filled with a need of his own. “I think you're nearly ready, but first we want to make sure you're as comfortable as possible.”

George's mouth was tormenting me, sending shivers of pleasure down my body. As Fred's fingers delved deeply into me, I found my body was twisting towards both of them, silently begging one of them to fill me. Even after the rather violent orgasm just minutes past, I needed more. I moaned as Fred brought his mouth down to my other breast, crying out as the twins worked together, their hot mouths and teeth and tongues making my skin tingle and flush with pleasure.

As Fred slid back to me and pressed his hard member against my ass, George slowly raised his head and brought his lips to my ear. “How do you want us, luv?” he asked hoarsely. “Would you like us together or separate?”

Swallowing hard as I shifted, I almost forgot to answer when I felt Fred slide his cock between my cheeks and I felt him pressing against me. I cried out, involuntarily arching for him and unconsciously satisfied at the moan that brought from him. He removed his fingers from my dripping core and slowly slid around to my second entrance. My heart beat faster; this wasn't something I did with everyone. I usually reserved it for when I was in the mood. I whimpered as his finger slowly began to press against me, wet from my own juices.

Fred murmured against my other ear, “I can stop if you like.”

I was drowning in sensation, especially once George brought his hand sliding down my stomach and to my hip, teasing his fingers around my pelvis. I didn't want him to stop. I didn't want any of this to stop. The nerves that fluttered in my stomach were being silenced by the ache that was spreading through my body.

“Together,” I whispered, trying to relax. I slid my arms around each one awkwardly, trying to hold them both to me. “I want you both.” As the words passed my lips, I ended in a cry that was part pain as Fred entered.

I could almost hear George's sharp intake of breath. He pressed a sweet kiss to my cheek, then spoke. “Fred, behind you. There's something you can use.”

I was confused, but I was distracted as George kissed me hard, his lips seeking and demanding and earning a whimper from me. Fred's hand disappeared from me for a few moments, and George half-rolled me on top of him for a moment, his arms squeezing me to him.

When he rolled me back to the bed, I managed to ask in a breathy whisper, “What is he getting?”

Fred answered from behind me, and I suddenly smelled a rich oil, hints of cinnamon in the air. “Just a little warming oil,” he replied. “Helps to make it all more comfortable for you, makes it easier.”

My heart was still fluttering in my chest, quick as a humming bird. I gazed up at George first through half-mast eyelids, and then slowly turned my gaze on Fred, who was rubbing the oil on his hands, and then down on himself.

“Still all right, Maggie?”

George's voice seemed more strained, like he was losing control. But he was still thinking of me, still proving they were paying attention to me. Shivering, I just nodded.

“Good. Because from here on in, we're going to make you cum as often as possible.”

A moment later, George's fingers dived into my pussy, and something warm and soft slowly slid up my second entrance. I cried out so loud, my body arching against them both as I registered their touches. Breathing hitched, my stomach clenched, and the ache in my pelvis wound tighter until it was almost a pain.

“Oh, GODS! Oh my god! Ohhh...”

They seemed to move as one, each one starting slowly and moving gently inside of me. Fred brought his lips to my neck, his teeth biting me gently as he moaned against me. George's hot breath cascaded over my face as he hovered over me. My entire body was trembling, writhing softly against them. The warmth of the oil made everything feel effortless, creating a web of sensitive nerves that shot through me, and brought about the tingling signals of an imminent pleasure.

As George added a second finger, Fred did the same, and I lost coherency with a cry of such wanting it surprised me. I cried out their names, needing more than their clever fingers to fill me, but wrapped up in the pleasure that was building. There wasn't enough air. They weren't close enough to me yet. I needed them both as close as possible. The longer they probed me, made me more receptive, the hotter I became.

George's breathing was staggered, and I could feel his need in the way he began pushing faster inside of me. Fred echoed his movements almost perfectly. I whimpered, the vague discomfort of the penetration not enough to stifle the pleasure that was controlling me. George shifted his hand and began to roughly rub my sensitive clit.

I half-screamed as I arched my body, embracing the raging pleasure that had been waiting to be brought out once more. Every cell of my body was swathed in glowing heat, from the top of my head to my toes. I clawed at the bed, writhing against their touches, whimpering and making all sorts of noises I had never heard before.

As I came crashing back down, George murmured, “Gods, Maggie, you make it hard just to lie here. Watching you cum like that is fucking beautiful.”

Fred added as he pressed his body against mine, “I've never seen you so out of control. I bloody love it.”

Whimpering, I lay still for a few moments, trying to remember how to open my eyes. The heat of the oil had worked wonders, and it had spread over me. I was trembling all over. It was like lying on a bed with a low electric current constantly running through it, constantly titillating all my nerves. The brush of hair over naked skin, of flesh on flesh, the fabric beneath me, every sensation was unique. And even still, I needed to have them. Now.

Taking as deep a breath as I could manage, I kept my eyes shut as I licked my lips and said, “I... I really need to have sex with you now.”

There was a brief fluttering of light kisses over my cheeks, my eyes, as fingers caressed my skin. When I finally opened my eyes, George was staring at me, his eyes dark as he searched me. “Your eyes,” he said a little wonderingly, “are like liquid gold right now.”

I managed a small twitch of a smile.

He abruptly pulled me on top of him, sliding his hands up to my hair and gently squeezing. For another long moment he stared at me, leaving me half-panting with baited breath. “We've found this position works well,” he said at last.

I looked up as Fred got up on his knees, his eyes full of the same desperate longing and need that George had, and slowly came around behind me. My stomach was trying to turn itself inside out, or maybe fall into my feet, but I had almost completely forgotten any nerves due to their freaking amazing attentions.

Fred gave me a gentle smile. “Tell us at any time if it's too much, all right? We don't want to hurt you.”

I gave a tiny nod. “All right.”

Turning back to George, I slowly straddled him, waiting as he got into position. Being so near him now, my body was gaining a mind of its own. When I felt his hard cock beneath me, I immediately adjusted and, for the length of a very long second, stared into George's eyes. Then I impaled myself on him.

George and I cried out as one, his body arching against me. This was what my body was aching for; having him inside of me was like finding the missing piece of me. His fingers dug into my hair, then slowly slid down my face. He took a rather pronounced gulp of air, and using all his self-control, managed to refrain from flipping me over. He rocked against me, slowly, pushing himself inside of me, and in mere moments I was whimpering, gasping for breath. I didn't try to go faster, though I wanted to, and I knew he wanted to. My body stretched, welcoming him.

When I felt Fred's hands on my back, I shivered. I had not forgotten him, but I still wasn't quite certain how this would work. I just knew that as we were coming together, somehow it felt right. I was the inexperienced one here.

George gently pulled my face closer to him, which lifted me up slightly. “You're so beautiful,” he murmured.

I felt Fred kneeling behind me, and I was trembling all over.

Fred gently ran his hands over my back, over my ass, and slowly slid a finger over me. I shivered hard, the warm oil still spreading tingly feelings all through me. “Just relax, Maggie,” he said. “Let me know if it hurts.”

I tried to stagger my breathing. I wanted to look behind me at Fred, but I was lost in George's eyes at the moment. I wondered if this was hard for him. I wondered if he hated being with his brother. I wondered if it would hurt. I wondered if I would embarrass myself.

Fred positioned himself at my second hole, and slowly began pushing his cock inside of me. I gasped sharply, going wide-eyed. George immediately began kissing my skin—my neck, my cheeks, my breasts, smothering me in feeling. I found myself holding my breath as he pushed slowly, so slowly inside. Trembles wracked my entire body, and even with the warm oil I could feel a bit of pain. And hearing Fred's sharp intake of breath that became a barely restrained moan of ecstasy made my interior muscles contract, which made George moan.

“Oh god,” I squeaked, panting for breath.

George wound a hand through my hair, pulling me closer to him so he could feast on my flesh, his lips burning trails all over me. My nails dug into the mattress, eyes squeezed shut as my body was filled, impossibly fuller. I had never felt anything like this before. George was gripping me hard, then tried to relax.

“Sweet Merlin...” Fred panted, easing himself in with a final push, and I cried out loud. “Are you all right?”

They were both buried inside me now. Every surface of my body was registering new sensations, as if I'd just found a whole new level of pleasure. There was a lingering air of pain, but as they held still, allowed me to adjust, it faded into just a subtlety. I realized there was a new, heavier ache in my body than I had ever felt before. I wanted to process all these new feelings before I opened my eyes.

Slowly I raised my head, panting for breath, and turned to glance at Fred. The sight of him inside me from behind made a ripple of pleasure rush through me. The look on his face was concern and raw, naked pleasure. “Yes,” I said throatily. “I'm fine.”

Fred gave me a small smile, his eyes intense. It was startling to see the wild desire in his eyes, the restraint that he was barely hanging on to. “I've never felt you like this before,” he said, swallowing hard. “Never imagined it would feel so bloody amazing.”

George touched my cheeks, gently guiding my face back to him. His eyes were so dark, so focused, holding the same barely held back restraint that Fred had. I saw myself swimming in those eyes, the intensity and the primal lust that surfaced and controlled. It half took my breath away.

His warm hands seemed to burn my skin as they moved into my hair, holding me close. I was trembling, trying to control myself and trying not to let either of them loose. But every cell in me was screaming, and my mind was giving itself over to the instinct.

“I don't think I've ever wanted you as much as I do right now,” George growled in a whisper. “Kiss me, Maggie. Kiss me while I'm inside of you.”

I leaned down and kissed him without delay. For once, I was tentative, and George was utterly abandoned. His lips hungrily ate at mine, his fingers holding tightly to me. I slowly slid my own hands to his shoulders, wanting to feel all of his skin. At the same time, George began slowly moving into me, pushing himself gently. I squealed softly as a wave of pleasure spread over me, and then louder as Fred began to slowly push into me as well, sliding gently back and farther in.

I whimpered into George's mouth, hardly able to draw breath. I squeezed my eyes shut, suddenly aware that I could almost feel their cocks sliding against each other. The heat of the oil had spread, and my body became a vessel of sensation.

George whispered against my lips, “Do you like that, Maggie? Do you like us both being inside of you?”

A high-pitched moan stole out of my mouth, and I squirmed, which made each of them make sounds of pleasure that echoed in my ears. At last I managed to gasp out, “Gods, yes... yes, I like it... oh, gods, George... Fred... oh my god oh my god...”

Moaning, George nipped at my lips, and uttered an unsteady chuckle. “Never heard you make these sounds before.”

Fred gripped my hips tightly, sliding one hand up my spine. The touch made me shiver. “Gods, Maggie,” he breathed, “please, let me...”

He trailed off, but I thought I knew what he wanted. My arms were starting to shake, but I gripped the bed once more, trying to maintain my balance. Their slow, steady pace had made me more receptive, made their penetrations much easier than I expected. And already I was feeling that exquisite need for them to go harder, faster, to take me as hard as they could. Every touch—the way my breasts pressed against George's soft chest, how his fingers slid over my skin, his breath made me sweat, Fred's firm hands holding me in place, the guttural sound of their ragged breathing—was another level of need and pleasure.

The strangest heaviness was sitting in my pelvis, something I'd never felt before. It was fluttering up into my stomach, and my chest, and it spilled from my mouth as a moan of need, and then words came out: “Harder, faster... I need you both... please...”

I barely opened my eyes to see George staring at me with wide eyes, a look of determination settling in there, his mouth half-open, sweat beading on his forehead. He slid a hand down my chest, the other settling on my shoulder. He was so beautiful, it hurt.

“Are you sure?”

When Fred slowed for a moment, I cried out in frustration. “Please, fuck me harder!”

For a split second I saw a darkness settle in George's eyes, and imagined I could see the same in Fred's eyes. With a wild moan, George began to thrust harder into me. A second later, I heard the same from Fred, and he began to thrust harder and faster. I screamed, throwing my head back at the double assault that had both their hands holding me in place: George's hand on my shoulder, Fred's hands on my hips. And somehow they still worked in a strange synchronization, their bodies moving within seconds of each other.

“Oh, GODS!” George groaned, his body arching under mine.

“Bloody hell!” moaned Fred.

It felt like the breath had been punched from my body, and I couldn't get it back. Their cocks were thrusting hard and fast into me, filling me as I had never been filled before. I could feel my body greedily taking them in now, desperate for each second of completeness that came. I could feel them in extraordinary ways, the strength in their hands, the smoothness of their teamwork, their cries of passion that were like music to me. And somewhere in all this I could hear my heart beating furiously, my strangled attempt for breath half-ignored for want of every second, every uncomfortable second that passed. Beneath the pleasure was a pain of the double penetration that wouldn't go away, but instead of it being a hindrance, it became an amplifier.

“Uhhhh... Fred! George! Oh gods, oh gods... please, more...”

“Maggie... gods, yes, anything you want...”

“Feels so fucking good...”

My breath was sharp and staccato, breathy moans coming out of me in near constant rhythm. I didn't recognize the sounds that came out of me. The fact that I was pinned between them, having them both drive inside of me, was bringing an unheard of bliss to me. So primal and wonderful and full of pleasure and gods, just there, more... There was an almost uncomfortable heaviness sitting inside of me, the fact that I was so filled that my body wasn't sure how to respond to it. They kept pushing my threshold for pain and pleasure, and I could adjust, almost going past it but not yet.

George shifted just a touch, and suddenly his cock was rubbing my clit. I cried out, staring wild-eyed into his face. His hand grabbed my hair, momentarily holding me in place and staring back at me until his eyes rolled back in his head and he sucked in a sharp breath.

Harder and faster and there, just there, please--

It was building inside me, a gathering storm that could mean either my pain limit was about to be pushed aside or the orgasm was going to tear me apart. My mouth was dry and I was moaning so loudly, begging for them to bring me and stop and never stop and fuck it felt so good...

George was panting beneath me, and I knew he was close. If he went, then I would go, I knew without a doubt. His words were muffled to my ears as he moaned, and then I was rushing, rushing, panting...

“Fred! George! Uhhh, gods!” the words were half-screamed.

I felt myself clamp down, and I was thrown into a world of golden light and electricity that touched every single hair, every cell, and pulsed through me. The pleasure burst over me like a dam, and all I could do was ride it, hope to get through it, bathe in it. There was beauty and darkness and light and rushing, sweeping, holy fuck pleasure. I could hardly breathe, didn't want to waste the effort. Moments later I felt George climax, his hands digging into me and his voice was loud in my ear.

“Maggie--oh, gods!”

As George came inside of me, I felt Fred's fingers dig into my hips, and he groaned so loudly, thrusting harder inside of me until I thought I might scream. I was helpless between them, riding my climax as George filled me with his seed, and moments later Fred reached his as well, straining against me.

“Gods, yes, Maggie!”

Fred came hard inside of me, and I reeled to feel it, all I could do was ride it. My mind felt blissfully blank, and it was with a moment of startled clarity that I came back to myself as the near-violent orgasm left me feeling tingly all over, super-sensitive. I was slick with sweat and now bodily fluids, overheated, my legs were trembling. And my pelvis was still sending out aftershocks of pleasure that teased the boys.

Barely able to open my eyelids, I managed to look down at George, whose head was thrown back against the pillow, wisps of hair stuck to his forehead and his mouth open as he gasped for breath. Some part of me was particularly satisfied at the way he looked.

“Fuck me,” I heard Fred gasp, as he half-leaned on my back.

I swallowed with difficulty, dizzy with the rush of the orgasm and the sensation of both of them cuming inside of me. It felt so damn good, it was hard to process. I was barely able to glance over my shoulder at Fred, who was gasping for breath as well, his body half-draped over mine. It was strange and satisfying to see both of them spent while still inside of me.

I caught Fred's eye, and he gave me an exhausted smile with the strangest look of surprise still on his face. I smiled back, though I was sure I looked just as surprised and satisfied.

“All right, luv?” Fred managed to ask.

As the last of the orgasm faded, I realized the trembling in my limbs was just getting worse. “Yeah,” I breathed. “But I need to lie down now.”

“Right, sorry.”

Fred slowly pulled out, and I gasped. George gently took my hips, and helped lift me off of him. The sudden emptiness was disorienting, and I nearly fell on top of George as I collapsed. He deftly helped me to the side, and as I met the soft bed, I stared at George with amazement. Fred promptly collapsed next to me. For several long moments there was only the sound of our loud breathing.

George gave me the same grin, his cheeks flushed and freckles standing out. We just stared at each other for several long moments, trying to relearn how to breathe. My heart was pounding in my ears. He lazily raised a hand to brush hair out of my face.

“Bloody hell,” he said at last, the same surprised satisfaction on his face. “You really do know how to make a bloke beg, don't you.”

I chuckled, managing to raise an arm to touch his chest. “One of you, at least,” I replied cheekily.

“Only because I couldn't get the words out.”

Fred touched my hip, and his words were semi-muffled by the pillow. “I swear you make me beg every bleeding time.” He raised his head, and I slowly turned my head to look at him. “I'll keep begging if it means I get to be inside of you.”

I stared up at him, how he ran his tongue over his lips, and how his eyes, though half-mast, were still staring at me with desire. In that moment, I realized it should have surprised me how intensely and constantly I desired him, and George as well. I smiled at Fred, and raised a hand to his cheek. He caught my hand and leaned down to kiss me. I greedily but tiredly kissed him, half-swooning from the taste of him and the overpowering sensations that he caused in me.

When I pulled back, I turned to George and kissed him. He gently touched my head, his lips tasting mine with the same tired desire. I would never get tired of kissing either of them.

At last I fell back on the pillow, sighing in pleasure. I noted the heaviness in my lower body had abated, and now it felt strange to be empty once more.

“Are you sure you're all right, Maggie?” George asked, stroking my shoulder. “We didn't hurt you at all?”

Exhaustion was already clawing at me, which was almost unusual. I had great stamina, but I think the triple output had drained me. I shook my head against the pillow. “I feel great,” I murmured.

Fred chuckled and slid against my back, throwing an arm around my waist. “You better,” he said against my neck. “Otherwise we didn't do our job.”

I cackled. I couldn't help it. But it faded into a happy purr as I reached for George, and was soon enveloped by both of them. My mind was too blissed out to come up with anything particularly witty, too astonished by what we had done to make sense of it. All I knew was that my body was still on fire, and the twins had put me there. Sleep was clawing at me now, and it was with gentle touches that we all curled up together.
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