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After Party	By : pittwitch Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > General Views: 19051 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Warnings: As the title to this chapter suggests, there is much togetherness to be experienced inside the tent, again. For some, (SANSA!) there may be too much togetherness and a slight element of Squick.

Natalie chuffed quietly shimmying in closer to the warm protection of Severus’ chest. Tonks attacked Remus, kissing every part of his body she could reach. Chuckling softly, he grabbed her upper arms to hold her still for just a minute.

“Hold up there, woman. I’m not as young as you. Give me a little time to rebound.” He smiled warmly, teasing the impatient Auror.

“Argh.” She pouted. “Men!”

Snape reached over and playfully swatted her butt. “Be patient, changeling, we will make it worth your wait.” He leered, a light neither Remus nor Tonks had ever seen before glinting in his black eyes.

“Really now?” Tonks focused now on him, sliding off Remus to nestle between him and Natalie, who stretched and rubbed her back against Tonks, sliding her hand free, to stroke the other woman’s thigh. Tonks grinned wickedly. “Maybe Natalie will play?”

The pink haired woman leaned down to nibble at the cartilage shell of Natalie’s outer ear, her violet eyes probing deep into the black pools of Severus only to see her own image reflected back at her. Natalie’s eyes fluttered open. She stretched, pressing her breasts against Severus’ chest, who broke eye contact with the impatient Auror and leaned down to claim her lips, lazily. Pulling back, he smirked, peering down at the still sleepy woman with an odd calm on his face.

“Short naps are nice, aren’t they?” He crooned to Natalie.

“Mmm hmm.”

Natalie’s hand continued to stroke along Tonks’ thigh, causing Tonks to writhe against her. Remus leaned back a little so he could slide his hand under Tonks’ knee and lift it. This caused Natalie’s hand to slip inside Tonks’ inner thigh, but she did not stop stroking the smooth skin. Instead, she leaned into Tonks more and moved her hand higher until her fingers came into contact with a set of warm, very wet lips. Tonks gasped at the sensation, drawing interested looks from both men. Snape shuffled away from Natalie and took hold of her waist. He turned her to face Tonks while Remus gently pushed Tonks onto her back.

Snape and Remus looked at each other, barely daring to hope as Natalie placed one hand back between Tonks’ thighs. This time, her finger stroked along the folds and Tonks couldn’t help but push her hips up to meet those fingers. Natalie moved over her and lowered her head to lick around the puckered nipple nearest her. Tonks gasped and grabbed Natalie’s hair, the feeling of another women’s mouth and fingers on her was so different, yet so much more erotic then anything she’d ever experienced.

When Tonks felt those fingers sliding into her, she almost knocked the other woman flying and Remus had to hold her down. Tonks didn’t want Natalie to stop but she was already so excited that those expert fingers quickly found the exact spot to send her hurtling over the top and she couldn’t hold still, collapsing into a convulsive orgasm, yet strangely unsatisfied.

Natalie lifted her head and smiled at Tonks. “You want more?” She whispered.

“Oh Gods Natalie yeah.”

Natalie positioned her self over the still panting Tonks and ran her hands feather like up and down the other’s small frame, seeking out the places that caused Tonks to let out small gasps of delight. Natalie bent to suckle at a hard nipple while her other hand teased the opposite, pulling and twisting in a way she knew she enjoyed herself. Tonks brought her own hands to Natalie’s breasts, tweaking the hard pebbles and running her thumbs over the tips.

By now, Snape and Remus both sat back, shoulders touching, to watch the two women, and heatedly stroking themselves back into service. Natalie worked her way down, kissing, licking and nipping at every bit of skin she could reach. When she reached her belly, Natalie twirled her tongue in Tonks’ navel as she pushed her legs apart with her own. Tonks submitted willingly, but Remus had to move to hold her down again as Natalie lowered her head between Tonks’ thighs.

Snape moved behind Natalie and leaned over her, kissing down her back, one arm round her waist and the other hand working between her legs. As Snape plunged his fingers into Natalie, she pushed her tongue into Tonks, removed it and licked her way up between the folds to her nub. Remus pressed gently but firmly on Tonks’ shoulders and lowered his mouth to hers, raping her mouth with his own tongue as Natalie devoured her from below.

Snape meanwhile was almost on his stomach as he pulled Natalie’s full, firm cheeks apart. He buried his head between her cheeks and lapped the juices that were now flowing freely down her thighs. Inserting his fingers once more, he moved his tongue higher and rimmed her gently. Natalie moaned deeply at the newly awakened pleasure, this welcome invasion of tongue and her moan vibrated deep into Tonks’ willing core. Natalie continued to lap at Tonks as she dipped her fingers deep inside, pushing harder and harder, curling and stroking with one hand as she pressed against her own fingers from the outside with her other hand, gifting Tonks with both an internal and external massage. Tonks thrust her hips higher, pleading for more. More downward pressure from the heel of Natalie’s hand against the well-placed fingers inside her womb, and then Tonks was screaming her release into Remus’ mouth.

Snape was originally going to watch the floor show, but the sight of Natalie tipping the velvet with Tonks was too much and he needed to taste, feel, breathe it in, live the sensations played out before his eyes. Natalie raised her head and gasped, her face glistening with juices as Snape continued to drive his fingers deep inside her as his tongue pushed through her tight muscles and into her arse. Natalie cried out as Remus reached forward and rubbed a finger over her clit, making her come instantly, again.

Regaining her breath, Natalie moved to withdraw her fingers from Tonks and looked down in shock. Tonks gave a big smile as Natalie’s hand and part of her forearm slid out of the woman below her. Snape hadn’t seen but Remus had and his eyes flashed and became dark with unspoken lust, and a very wicked idea began to take shape in his imagination. ‘We might just win this contest yet.’ He thought smugly.

Both men were rock hard, and seeping now, but Tonks needed a moment to regain her breath. At least that’s what they thought as Natalie moved away. Rather harshly, Natalie gave Snape a nudge while pointedly looking at Tonks. Tonks wasted no time. She sat up and took hold of Snape’s shoulders, pressing him back onto the sleeping bags and straddling him. Remus moved in behind her and lifted her enough so Snape could position himself at her entrance. Tonks keened in pleasure as she slid down his length. Snape grabbed her and pulled her down and kissed her, the action causing her backside to stick up and her cheeks to part. Remus spread her a bit more and pressed the head of his cock against the tight pink opening where Snape‘s cock had already found a home.

“Are you ready?” Remus asked with an odd edgy whine in his voice.

Tonks answered with a small wiggle and he drove himself home, sliding inside along the length of Snape‘s tool, much to the Professor‘s amazement. Tonks loved it when Remus took her hard and she bounced on top of Snape, who nearly lost all control as he realized just how accommodating his former student’s metamorph abilities could be. ‘Oh the possibilities!’ Snape’s inner voice rejoiced.

Soon they had a steady rhythm going, Remus drove in as Snape pulled out. Then Snape would ram into her hard as Remus withdrew, a low grumbling growl of pleasure sounding from deep within his chest at the friction, and the contraction of Tonks‘ muscles against both men simultaneously. Remus’ locked eyes with Severus over Tonks’ shoulder as the two men engaged in the most togetherness either experienced thus far in their lives.

Natalie watched them from the side, worming herself into Snape’s arm for a front row seat, pleasuring herself lazily as she did so. All too soon, she needed more and moved over to sit astride Snape’s face. In a very short time, all four shouted their release one after the other before collapsing in a heap, Snape on the bottom and struggling somewhat to breathe.

“Move, damn it!” He gasped, scarcely able to speak.

Laughing, the trio collapsed to his side, Natalie pulling Snape into the crook of her elbow, hand draping across his chest. Tonks lay her head on Natalie’s shoulder, eyes heavy, body finally sated. Remus squirmed closer, one arm under both women, the other draped across the three bodies beside him, his hand just below Snape’s navel.

“What happens in a tent, stays in a tent.” Natalie groused just as she drifted back to contented sleep, never hearing the murmurs of assent from the two equally tired men.
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