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Easter Egg Hunt – Part 4 – Eggs 7 -9
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Harry and Severus celebrate their first anniversary, which also happens to fall on Easter. Harry asked for an Easter holiday, Severus gives him one he won’t soon forget. WARNINGS – BIG BIG WARNINGS: Really, really PWP – just an excuse to try writing kinks. Cross-dress, dub-con, het, multi, non-con, spanking, Slut!Harry, Weird!Snape, inappropriate humor, bad french accents, marshmallow peep abuse, despoiled Chocolate Bunnies and lots of graphic and ROUGH sex. I promise no fictional characters were really hurt during this but if you can’t handle graphic smex and seemingly non-con acts and pain infliction – don’t read! Don’t say I didn’t warn you. WARNINGS ARE FOR ENTIRE STORY – NOT INDIVIDUAL CHAPTERS!!
Part 4 Word Count – 6,965
WARNINGS FOR THIS SECTION – LUCIUS MALFOY IS A REAL BALL-BUSTING BASTARD SO BEWARE. If you don’t like Harry experiencing pain – skip to Egg #8. I promise though he’s not really damaged. He’ll get over it. Plus we finally get to the marshmallow peep abuse in Egg #9 because what’s Easter without marshmallow peeps!
Also – ‘Taint mine – They belong to JK…oh but if they were...Obviously I was bored at Easter last year and ate way too much chocolate... I don’t get any money so I console myself with chocolate and making Harry and group play hard.
Egg#7
Harry’s POV
Pansy eagerly opened hers to get to see the next task.
“Repentance & Forgiveness” Pansy read aloud. “Mr. Potter shall crawl on his hands and knees to number 8 and beg for forgiveness for something he’s done. Number 8 shall decide the punishment and act it out. The punishment cannot be permanently damaging in any way.”
Harry paled as he saw Lucius smile at him and crook a finger his way. “Come over here boy, “ the aristocratic man said in a soft yet commanding tone, “crawl your knees.”
With a sinking heart Harry crawled over to Lucius while thinking of something to apologize for. There were so many things he had done to Lucius, but wasn’t truly sorry for them. He couldn’t lie as the curse would get him. At least crawling gave him a few moments to think.
“Well…I’m waiting,” Lucius drawled after Harry got there and stayed silent.
“I’m sorry for…uh..for Dobby.” That was the only thing he could think of. “Sorry I lost you your house elf sir.”
“Dobby huh? That’s the only thing you can come up with?” Lucius asked with a hint of humor. Harry was sure Lucius wasn’t going to mention Voldemort. He barely got out of Azkaban this time after the Daark Lord’s most recent fall. For that matter, he probably wouldn’t mention the time Harry did put him in Azkaban.
Lucius tilted his head and seemed to be considering Harry’s statement. “Well that was a hard loss to replace so I will accept your apologies if you follow my instructions. First, you will kiss my feet. Then you will beg for me to punish you and then you will ask for my cock like a good little gryffinwhore. You are to thank me for your punishment. Be convincing,” he finished.
Harry nodded and swallowed. He hid his wince at the stupid insult that was starting to play over and over.
“Kneel down and lick my boots.” Harry leaned over the highly polished leather and began kissing them lightly.
“I want every inch wet with your slobber,” Lucius looked over at his wife, “Narcissa – you lost Dobby as well. Come over here and spank his red ass some more. It deserves to be purple.”
Harry began making large passes with his tongue over the leather. The smell of it filled his nostril. “THWAK!” Narcissa made the first swat a strong powerful one right over the most abused area. Harry squealed. Most of the group laughed. “I’m waiting for the apology Potter,” Lucius said patiently.
“Please sir – I’m sorry…I’m sorry you lost Dobby…I cost you Dobby.” WHACK “Uhh..” another firm smack.
“Do you deserve to be punished?”
“Yes..yes I deserve to be punished.” Kiss, kiss, lick lick. There was a faint taste of dirt and dust overtop the leather but Harry was also beginning to taste his own tears that were beginning to trickle off his face and onto the boot. SWAT!
“Accio paddle,” Lucius reached out a hand to catch the incoming instrument. Harry’s heart sank further as he watched it from its place near Bill. His bum was still sore, even with Severus’s healing spell. He didn’t know how much more he could take. Bill looked apologetically at Harry.
“Up on your knees boy,” Lucius ordered. “Kiss the paddle and tell me that with this paddle you shall be punished.”
Harry, tears slowly rolling, leaned forward to kiss the paddle and croaked out, “With this paddle I will be punished.”
“Good – now lean down and remove my cock from my robes and kiss it and say, “With this cock I shall be punished.” Harry knelt forward trembling a little. He reached in with a tentative hand and pulled out Lucius’ cock. Even flaccid, the thing was sizable. Longer than Severus’ but thinner. Considering how short Harry was – he thought that wasn’t a good thing. He reached down and kissed the head and whispered with a choke, “With the cock I shall be punished.”
“Say that again – but be sure the whole room hears you.”
Harry looked up at Lucius’ smug countenance and kissed the cock again while he said louder, “With this cock I shall be punished.”
Lucius seemed surprised at the second kiss. Harry was too – ‘Am I really this trainable?’
“Excellent. Now you shall lie on the table, on your back.”
‘Of course,’ Harry thought,‘Lucius does seem to like seeing my face.’
“Lift your skirt around your waist.” The knickers had long since been removed and discarded somewhere. “Pull your knees to your chest tightly for a moment.” Harry did as he was bid exposing his raw bum to Lucius and Narcissa as well as the rest of the party.
“Lucius dear – that ass really is quite red. I’m not sure it can take much more paddling,” Narcissa said soothingly.
“Bill really did do a nice job on it didn’t he?” Lucius noted. Bill looked a little sheepish. “I must say Severus, Harry looks so good in red, I’d keep him like this all the time if he was mine.”
Severus smiled, “I’ll keep that in mind.”
Nott came over a flashed a quick photo. “I think you’re right – perhaps paddling his ass won’t work right now,” Lucius stated loudly.
Harry heaved a sigh of release until he heard Lucius add, “I think I’ll do his balls instead.”
Now Harry panicked. He lifted his head, “What?!” he shrieked.
“You heard me? Pull your knees out to the side. Let me see your balls. Seems likes you had big enough ones when you stole Dobby,” Lucius smirked.
”No..no..please don’t..” Harry pleaded.
“You deserve this don’t you?”
“No..no,” the burning in his stomach started.
Lucius waited patiently. Finally the burning there became too insistent to ignore and Harry had to give in. “Yes..” he whispered “Yes I deserve it,” he said through clenched teeth.
“Deserve what Harry?” Lucius asked.
“To…to have…my, my balls paddled.” Harry hated that seemingly amused long patrician face watching him with those cool grey eyes.
The other men in the room crossed their legs in sympathy. Lucius was a ruthless bastard.
“Oh I don’t know,” Lucius hesitated, “You’ll have to ask for it now. Tell me why I should paddle your balls?”
“Because I’m bad..so very very bad…I lost you your house elf.”
“And what should I do?”
“Paddle me,” Harry whimpered quietly.
“What was that? Couldn’t hear you.”
Paddle my balls! Punish me!” Harry yelped in a sudden burst of foolish Gryffindor bravery even though the terror was rising in his voice.
“Fine – get your cock out of the way,” Lucius ordered. The blond man swung his head l around for a moment. “ Nott, Severus – help Mr. Potter keep his legs spread nice and wide and roll him up a bit. Want those balls in the air.” He looked down at Harry’s face through Harry’s legs. “Wouldn’t want you to change your mind halfway through,” he said as he started fondling the doomed appendages. “I won’t expect you to keep count like Bill. I do, however, expect you to thank me after each one – in nice full sentences.”
Harry reached down to pull his cock up and away from his balls. He looked panicked stricken at Snape but could only see him watching Lucius intently. He felt Snape stroking his inner thigh with his thumb as if to sooth him. Somehow he didn’t think it would be distracting enough.
Lucius held the paddle up over his head and Potter realized it was no mere sideways paddling, but an inconceivable force about to come down on him.
“Ask,” demanded Lucius smiling gleefully.
“Please Lucius – please paddle my balls,” Harry whispered.
Swoosh “SMACK” “AAIGH…! Pain so incredible coursed through Harry. He immediately tried to shut his legs, but the arms holding them apart were too strong. He wanted to cover them with his hands and started to reach for them.
“Tut..tut…I could break your fingers if you leave them there.” Harry inched them away. “Now did you have something to say?”
“Th..thank you….”
“Complete sentences please.”
“Than..thank you…for, for pun..punishing me,” Harry forced through tears streaming down his face.
“You want another one right?” Lucius asked sweetly.
“Ye..yes sir another one please.”
THWACK! “There you go as ordered.” Harry arched so high he was almost backwards. Screaming bloody murder. “Narcissa dear – would you like a swing?” Lucius handed his wife the paddle. Harry barely heard it through the blood coursing through his ears. Fire was racing through him.
Narcissa stepped up, “Yes – I believe I would.” She looked down at Harry and smiled, “After all, it was hell trying to get a new elf broken in.” At that she swung before Harry asked for it. He yelped and more tears streamed, but she immediately grabbed his testicles and started rolling them between her fingers. They were red, swollen, and very, very warm in her cool fingers. She leaned between his legs and over him while still lightly fondling. “I like your balls like this very much Mr. Potter. How do they feel in my hands?” she asked leaning into his face and she squeezed slightly tighter.
Unexpectedly, the heat from his balls seem to rise into his cock. Narcissa noticed and move one hand to massage it. Harry arched into it. “”Sore…they hurt so much…” Harry admitted and yet the cool on his cock felt good.
“But you like them in my hands do you not? You like me fondling your swollen balls.” She leaned down and very gently kissed Harry’s lips and slide her tongue just inside. He was squished a little as her weight pressed down on his body. The dichotomy of the gentleness of that touch as she tickled his tongue raged against the fierce throbbing from below. He wanted…he needed…he didn’t know what..except that he needed to answer her.
“Yes Narcissa,” he whispered onto her mouth…”Oh yes…I…like…ooh…just like that,” as she rolled them some more. Harry hissed suddenly as she drug one sharp nail across the angry skin of his testicles. She started to lift up and he surprised himself as he followed her up to taste her lips one more time, wanting relief.
“Oh – you naughty boy…you want more do you?” she smiled at him.
“Ohh yes..more – please…,” At that she drug her sharp pointed finger down along his cleft. “Let’s see if you’re ready for more Harry.” And then she thrust her finger into his anus and curved up slightly, lightly scratching the inside.
“AH…oohhh.” The pain seemed to surround him, but now almost like a blanket. Sensations he hadn’t really known before were flooding through him.
“So more paddling?” Lucius stepped up to his wife as she withdrew her finger and began to lick it slowly as her husband stepped back up.
Draco’s POV
“No!” Draco suddenly burst out. “No father, please! No more.” He was appalled watching his parents with Harry, abusing him like this. He felt such longing and warmth towards the young man. His earlier bitterness temporarily seemed to be forgotten. All he could think of was how wonderful it had felt to be finally inside of Harry even if not these weren’t quite the circumstances he would have wished for. But to see his parents sully that experience for him. Knowing that they too were going to experience it but not really appreciate the exquisiteness that was Harry, it galled him. The Minister had forced this marriage, had not allowed Draco the opportunity to be the recipient of Harry as a spouse. Yes he loved Astoria now…but he knew what first drew him to her. In guilt he looked up at her and was warmed to see her watching him with such understanding. In that moment he knew that she knew and understood.
“Are you defying me Draco?” Lucius arrogantly tossed his hair back.
At that Astoria stepped up, “Of course not Father. I think Draco just wants to be sure there’s still plenty left for the rest of us to have fun with.” She smiled sweetly at her father-in-law.
With a grateful look, Draco nodded, overwhelmingly pleased at his choice of spouse. “Yes – we still have a number of eggs and the rest of us would like to play without him being too damaged.”
“Fine…then I’ll just move on to the fucking then,” Lucius stepped up between Harry’s legs.
Harry’s POV
He was lost in a haze of pain but such warmth went through him as he heard Draco defend him to his father. Draco, who worshipped his family, who idolized his father, was willing to stand up for Harry. In that moment, more than the actual tender lovemaking Draco had done earlier, he knew Draco cared, really cared for him. And it wasn’t just the potion.
Harry knew Lucius would fuck him and it would be quite different than Draco’s tender ministrations, but he decided to just pretend it was Draco anyways.
Good thing that decision was made quickly as Lucius pretty much stepped up, opened his robes a little and slammed in – no finesse, no gentle glide for Harry to adjust. Lucius just slammed into Harry’s ass and started pounding. Thrust after thrust pushed Lucius into his balls which caused extended agony through them. The pain wilted his own hard-on that had surprised him earlier. This was not pleasant, it was not easy. Lucius was punishing him. Lucius licked up his tears as he thrust into Harry. One long lick along Harry’s jaw line led him to his ear and Lucius began muttering at him.
“You deserve my cock don’t you?”
“Ye..yes,” answered Harry as expected.
“You like me fucking you. You like it rough.”
Harry stayed silent for a moment thinking that was a statement not a question so there was no need to answer. Lucius however caught on.
“Tell me Harry. Do you like me fucking you? In you, claiming you?”
“Yes – I like you in me. I like you fucking me,” Harry panted back.
“I like how tears look on you, Harry. If you were mine I’d make you cry all the time. You’d cry for me wouldn’t you?”
“I’d cry for you. Only you,” Harry added hoping Lucius didn’t catch the slight insult. The statement instead pleased Lucius and he sped up, grunting.
“Fuck…fuck…your hole is so good,. It deserves to be filled, deserves my cum. You want my cum Harry? You want my cum in you or on you? Lucius panted into his face.
Shit – he had to choose. “In me…in me sir. Cum inside me,” Harry thrust up and clenched his anal muscles tightly to encourage finishing him off quickly.
“AHHHH-Yes!” and it worked. Lucius froze in a moment of pure joy and Harry felt what seemed like buckets of semen shoot like a fire hose inside him. Ungracefully, Lucius pulled out with a loud squelch. At the moment it seemed Severus and Nott were going to let his legs down Lucius stopped them. “Wait one moment.”
Lucius looked around and found the camera. He handed it to his wife. He knelt between Harry’s legs and used his hands to spread the hole open even if it seemed to be slightly gaping at this point. Harry could see Narcissa with the camera just over his shoulder.
“Look at all that semen just dripping from this hole.” He looked up at Harry, “Sit up now a little and tell the camera whose cum this is. Whose cum is dripping from your gaping hole?”
“Yours sir,” Harry answered softly, bright red flushing his face.
Lucius looked slightly impatient at him. Harry understood. God he was so mortified looking down between his legs and seeing the Malfoy’s grinning face, “Lucius Malfoy. Lucius Malfoy’s cum is dripping out of my gaping asshole.”
“You wished you could be fucked like this all the time don’t you Harry. You wish you could be filled with all kinds of mens’ semen just dripping out of it. You’d spread your legs for anyone who’d ask.”
A hesitant “Yes” came out. Harry thought of the caveat that hopefully would prevent too many future one-on-one requests he was afraid was starting to form in the golden monster’s head. “If Severus wanted me to..I, I’d spread my legs to be filled with cum.” He hoped no one noticed he didn’t answer it exactly.
Severus’ POV
Harry had better have included that little caveat. He didn’t like the thought of anyone doing what Malfoy just did without his approval. Harry was his spouse – given to him, like the spoils of war. And right now said spouse was a right mess.
Lucius stood up and finally tucked himself back into his robes. “You are a lucky man Severus…and a very good friend. Nice fuck.”
Egg#8
Lucius’ POV
Lucius smiled as he opened his egg knowing that whatever Potter had to do, he would still be in pain from his last round. Severus had carried Harry, bridal-style, to the back room for a minute in preparation for round 8. He didn’t blame them. As much as liked seeing his semen spilling down Harry’s legs, he imagined the other participants might mind it. It was ok – he was feeling very relaxed. It had been one hell of a ride and he finally got to do the two things he’d always wanted to do to Potter: punish him and fuck him. Severus would know how grateful he was for the opportunity. And good friend that he was, maybe there could be arrangements for more.
“Pretty Easter Bonnet,” he read from the note. “Each guest will pull a different bonnet from the given basket. The person with the ‘Easter Bonnet’ will place it on Harry’s head and then Harry will perform oral sex on that person.” Lucius sighed , a little disappointed that Harry was going to get a reprieve after all.
The pastel basket contained an assortment of little floral, dainty fabric hats. Each person grabbed one. It was evident that Blaise was disappointed that his red rose one said ‘Summer Bonnet’.
Nott held up a pale green cloth bonnet with dark green ivy running through it and dark green silk ribbons down either side. He smugly held it up to Harry and waved it. Clearly he had the ‘Easter Bonnet’.
Harry’s POV
‘Great, sucking off Nott. What I’ve always wanted to do,’ Harry thought sarcastically.
Nott handed the bonnet to Pansy and asked her to put it on Potter. She knelt down in front of Harry. The bonnet fit about half-way up the back of his head and had a firm brim that encircled his face. It pushed Harry’s dark curls forward so they framed his face. The dark ribbons were secured under his chin, rather tightly he thought. He tried to ignore it until he heard “Wow…,” whispered from Pansy.
“Accio mirror,” Pansy said as she held her arm out to catch it. “Harry – I have to say – this does make you look pretty. It would look better without the glasses though,” she said looking up at Nott. Nott agreed and nodded. She removed Harry’s spectacles and held the mirror up for him to see. He thought the bonnet looked silly, but he could see the dark emerald color of it brought out his eyes and his eyelashes looked so dark next to his skin.
“Very pretty,” Nott agreed as stepped up and grabbed Harry’s jaw and jerked it up towards him. “Show me your tongue. Stick it out,” Nott commanded. Harry noted he’d already pulled his dick out of his pants. ‘Guess no romantic flattery from this one,’ he thought as he held out his tongue as commanded.
“Show me how much you want my dick. Using just your tongue. Don’t touch it yet – just beg for it with your tongue,” Nott continued while he waved said dick in front of Harry.
Harry flushed. He wasn’t sure if he could do that, but a slight burning started and he was reminded of his oath. Tentatively he waggled his tongue at the fleshy organ in front of him. He must have been convincing enough or Nott was just not patient as the other man soon starting rubbing his cock all around Harry’s face.
“You want this cock…you want to suck this cock?” Nott stared down at the man in front of him and Harry shuddered at the intensity of that gaze.
“Yes…please Nott…let me suck your cock.”
“Taste it first.”
Harry took a quick swipe. Like Nott’s personality, his pre-cum tasted a little more bitter than the others. He tried not to make a face.
“Fine…go ahead, slut. Lick my cock,” Nott ordered.
Harry complied, with less finesse than he might have used with Severus as he wanted to get to the point and get it over with. Harry decided there would be some discussion about the guest list and their party with Severus later. Not that it would change anything now.
Nott didn’t seem to care that much. He just seemed to care the “Harry Potter – Wizarding Hero” and all that crap was on his knees sucking his dick. And he made sure the whole room knew it.
“That’s it golden boy, that’s right suck it. You like it. You are such a good little cocksucker. OH yes…FUCK – that’s good,” Nott moaned.
Harry hummed in agreement on occasion without realizing quite how much they affected Nott, until Nott grabbed the back of his head, grabbing his hair through the cloth bonnet and started thrusting into his throat. Harry tried desperately not to gag.
“Take it, whore. Take it all,” Nott growled pulling Harry’s head toward him. Harry’s eyes watered. He tried to open and relax as much as possible.
“I’m going to face-fuck you now Potter. Just take it. I’m going to face fuck you until I’m ready to cum in your pretty hair.” Nott proceeded to follow through – THRUST,THRUST, THRUST.
Harry grabbed Nott’s thighs to hold on. It was actually painful the way Nott battered his throat, and yes by then it was deep in his throat. Nott seemed to like to pull almost completely out of Harry’s mouth and then shove back in quickly and as hard as he could. He occasionally kept pulled Harry’s head so it was flush with his groin, his entire cock gagging Potter’s throat and held it in place. Harry could feel the pubic hair tickling his nose.
Fortunately Nott did not have the kind of stamina his husband did so it was short lived. He was also grateful that Nott was also much smaller than his husband. After a few minutes Nott pulled out and with a few extra jerks came into Harry’s face and hair. Long white strands of pearly rope dripped off Harry’s eyelashes and framed his bangs and hair.
Harry noted that Severus was thoughtful enough to take a quick picture. He wondered just how just how disheveled he looked.
“That was fucking Perfect Potter. Nice bonnet,” Nott exclaimed after he sank back down into his chair.
Egg#9
Theodore Nott reached for his egg while still looking at Harry’s face. He seemed satisfied with how disheveled Harry looked. Opening the egg in his hand he read the title of the next game, “Peep Show.”
In a deep nasally voice he read, “Ten obnoxiously colored confectionary chicks will be stuck to Mr. Potter’s body after he removes any clothes he may have left on with the exception of his stockings which he will roll down to his ankles for the duration of this game. A metal bar will appear overhead for him to hold onto while the ten guests randomly choose a ‘Peep’ to eat off of him. You may not use your hands at any time. The first person to completely eat, lick and suck their peep of Mr. Potter’s body will be considered the winner. This will be determined by a small temporary tattoo that is spelled to appear at moment the last remnant of the peep is removed.”
“Well – Happy Easter to us indeed – isn’t that right Harry?” Severus purred.
Harry’s POV
Harry rolled his eyes as he saw the bar appear overhead. He turned to remove the few items left on him. They were completely ruined anyways. And he was unsure which bothered him more – the fact the clothes were ruined or the fact he no longer had them on. True they hadn’t covered much, even when he wasn’t lifting his little skirt up for all and sundry to see. It wasn’t like all of these people hadn’t already gotten an eyeful. But he really going to be naked for the rest of the night. The fact he still had on his stockings just exaggerated the fact. He lifted one leg up on a chair to roll down the hose lost in thought. Feeling a little stiff, he moved the sheer material very slowly down his leg. As he leaned up to start the other leg, he was surprised to see 10 pairs of eyes watching him avidly.
Draco’s POV
’Sex on a stick. Two sticks, two very, very lithe and lovely sticks.’ That’s what stopped Draco in mid-drink to watch Harry slowly unpeel his stocking from his thigh. Thighs that Draco had watched gripped a broom maneuvering his rider in the toughest of turns. Thighs that had spread to reveal the treasures between. Thighs Draco had stroked just earlier that night that were as smooth and silky as the hose he had been wearing. Thighs he hoped one of the peeps appeared on because he knew which part of the ‘Potter Peep Buffet’ he wanted to eat from.
Severus’ POV
Silence. After everything the group had done to Harry…everything they had seen Harry do – something as simple as removing a stocking could stun them into lustful worshipfulness. Yes – that was the small miracle that being Potter’s husband that kept amazing him. How everyone clamored to have a piece of Harry. Not just because of his fame or name, somehow all these people wanted Harry. Wanted Harry. Wanted Harry. No matter how many ways he managed to emphasize that thought, it came out the same way. They wanted his husband. And he was sure he could turn that to his advantage even more than he had done so far. If they wanted him, they had to go through Severus. And Severus, in turn, could give them what they wanted if they were willing to pay the price.
He watched Harry look around and saw the slight amusement on his face as he began rolling down the other stocking. This time he deliberately ran his fingers slowly around the lace gathering at the thigh and eased his fingers into the tight space between. With his thumb, he carefully pinched the material and let it smooth down the thigh. As he did so, Harry looked very purposefully into Severus face and Severus recognized the small smile that meant a little teasing was about to commence.
Severus watched each person’s face as Harry turned to stare into their eyes as he made the next roll over and then slid his on hand back up his leg, almost up to the inner crevasse and slide back down to the leg as if to say, “For you…I’m doing this for you…” They were entranced, eager, …hungry. Severus wondered how long Harry could stand as he was being devoured – which was surely about to happen.
Harry’s POV
All night he had been their plaything, their toy with which to amuse themselves with, but suddenly he felt the draw, the sheer power he had over their desires. He wasn’t so sure it was just the potion anymore. He didn’t care either. He thrilled in it in the effect he was having. Even if he generally hated being the center of attention. Most of the time though that was because it was for being “Harry Potter” “Boy-Who-Lived” and all that crap. Something that had nothing really to do with him personally. This was personal though and he felt very, very sexy in that moment. Wouldn’t Severus be surprised at that?
After he made sure he had gazed deeply at each of them, performing just a little Legilimency, unknowingly to them of course as he had long ago perfected that skill, in which he read how true their desire was, he moved to where the metal bar was and reached up to grab.
Severus’ POV
After Harry reached up, he nodded to Snape.
“Are all of you ready for a little *snack*?” Severus smirked. The group gathered around like a pack of wolves ready to pounce on their prey. Severus saw a little shudder of excitement run through Harry. He waved his wand and the requisite peeps appeared. The group, with unspoken agreement, circled Harry in search of the perfect pastel colored-peep for themselves and waitied for Severus’ signal to start.
The marshmallow chicks were scattered in some expected places for sure – one for each nipple, one for each butt cheek, one for each inner thigh – but they also appeared in unexpected places. Severus noted a purple peep in Harry’s right armpit, one on the side of his neck, one on his belly button and one behind his left knee. People seemed to pick their favorite places. He saw Draco on his knees at Harry left thigh, Astoria stayed with him behind the knee, Nott went to one butt cheek, Pansy to the other. Severus stood his ground behind Harry at his neck. He liked it there because he could whisper dirty things to Harry. Lucius and Narcissa each went for a nipple. They were so obvious. Bill went for Harry’s belly while Fleur planned to consume the other thigh. He had wondered who would be left with the armpit and figured that would be the person who chose last but surprisingly the position had been quickly taken by Blaise.
Once he noticed everyone in place, awkwardly positioned, but seemingly able to reach their chosen “peep”. Severus stepped up behind and between Nott and Parkinson and looked down over Harry’s shoulder. There was something overpowering seeing the blonde heads of both Lucius and Draco about to dive onto his husband’s body.
He nosed Harry’s hair away from his ear and Harry responded by tilted his head and presenting his neck to Severus. Severus licked up the salty line of the vein that ran up to Harry’s ear. As he reached it he whispered “Are you ready to be devoured my boy?”
He could feel the trembling in Harry’s body. Harry turned to him and Severus could see his eyes were almost black with desire, the green a small, but intensely glowing outline. Harry opened his mouth to speak but Severus quickly quieted him with his own lips and kissed Harry firmly, licking the inside of his mouth. Severus always loved how Harry’s mouth tasted. He pulled away from his face and then had wrapped one arm under the arm opposite Blaise and put one finger to Harry’s mouth. Harry’s tongue darted out an licked the underside of Severus’ thumb and nodded, very purposefully, “I’m ready,” he whispered .
“Start,” Severus commanded the participants.
Harry’s POV
From the initial tremulous sense of anticipation Harry’s had felt waiting for them to start, he was quickly consumed by the sudden pull in all directions as he felt the participants’ hair tickle over his skin and the feel of each of their bodies as they, in a sense, held him in place. Since they couldn’t use their hands to steady him, their bodies were his anchor and the waves of their body heat quickly absorbed through his skin.
The slurping sounds were delicious to his ears, particularly that of the dark-haired bastard right next to his ear. It went that way for a minute before he starting feeling the actual feel of lips and tongues starting to each is now over sensitized skin. Little sucks and licks of pleasure signals starting arriving to his brain from his belly and his thigh and his neck. It was soon followed by a sharp bite on his chest.
“Uh…- Oh…!” Harry arched that nipple for more while cursing that it was Lucius that understood that nip of pain was in fact enjoyable. Narcissa picked up. Arching towards the Malfoys led his ass away from Nott and Pansy who were having none of that. They got more aggressive as well which then led to Harry trying to push back and he could feel the rough course wool of Severus’ robe against his skin. ‘I am being eaten alive…oh..ohh…’ was about the last coherent thought he had before an expected sensation surged through his body.
He felt the long, flat tongue glide up his armpit and he buckled. He looked astounded at Blaise as the man grinned up at him and began slowly sucking and licking this, previously undiscovered, area of intense feeling. Harry watched him in fascination while trying to concentrate on just not collapsing. Blaise pointed his tongue and draw a swath outside of the arm, up along the underside of his upper arm.
“Oohhh…yes – god more,” Harry whispered at him.
“You taste so fucking fantastic Harry,” Blaise licked into his ear. Followed by “I want to fuck your armpits…my cock in your armpits, thrusting…” This time Harry did buckle. The mouths latched onto his thighs and belly tightened – and he found another intriguing sensation behind a knee. Like his armpit, he found the unexpected pleasure swoop through him.
Soon all thought was gone and he was lost in a vortex of licks, bites, nips, and sucks. He was hard. He had never come so many times in one night. He knew the potion Severus gave him helped with that – but still it was going to happen again. The balls drew up tight, particularly after he felt a brief detour from his thigh go there and plant a small kiss on both. He thought it was Draco. He wasn’t sure nor did he care. His entire body thrummed and ached. Pieces of him felt like they were being torn off him and he was happy to left them go.
“Look at you..you’re so hard. You want to cum don’t you? You want to spray all these people with your seed? You’re so hard you’ll cum without anyone ever even touching your cock,” Severus grunted into his ear. He wondered if Severus was trying not to thrust against him out of courtesy for Nott and Pansy.
“Yes…ohh god…oh my – yes more..more,” Harry’s kept thrusting, his untouched prick looking for something to grind against. It was all he could do to hang onto the bar.
“Cum Harry – cum now you dirty boy, ” and he did as his legs collapsed under him.
He felt Severus arm hold him up. He never realized just how strong his husband was and was momentarily pleased with just that thought.
“I win!” shouted a feminine voice. Harry came back to his senses as he realized Pansy had just shouted. Damn…he had hoped Draco or Blaise would win but realized in their apparent detours away from their peeps, they had lost time. Oh but Harry was glad they had detoured.
She proudly stood up and displayed the ‘Dirty Boy’tattoo that had appeared on his bum that indicated she was the winner. Nott, of course grabbed the camera.
Pansy asked Severus to be their witness as she claimed her reward. Harry was glad that she mostly wanted to be licked off, but was surprised when she asked Severus to fuck him. She wanted to watch Severus claim Harry while Harry licked her pussy.
Severus’ POV
As Severus began light preparations since Harry didn’t need much after all the anal play in the evening, Pansy observed Severus prepping him.
“Why are you putting your finger in him?” she asked curiously. “Hasn’t he done enough this evening to be ready?
“Miss Parkinson – Mr. Potter needs to be prepared even if he’s been loosened already tonight. I want to be sure he’s ready for me.”
“How does that help?” She seemed honestly interested.
“He needs to be stretched to be able to accommodate me. A cock – even a small one – is generally much larger that an anus is used to.” Severus remined fairly clinical as he explained the mechanics. He actually appreciated that she seemed interested. He remembered she could be a good student when she focused, but she tended to only focused on what she was interested in. In school that was mostly Draco. He was actually surprised there seemed to be no lingering feelings about that tonight, from either party.
“Oh – can I do that?” she asked.
Severus realized this was her win so he agreed, even while noting the little grimace in Harry’s face. “Fine, but let me talk you through this.”
He added some lube on her finger which she accepted with no explanation. He assumed she was smart enough to understand the need for that. With his hand he guided her finger into Harry.
“Normally this would take a bit more but he is pretty open tonight already so go ahead and put another finger in.” Pansy complied with his instructions.
“It’s so warm in there. It’s like, once you get past the ring, it opens up.” Severus watched as Pansy watched her fingers gliding into Harry.
“Now, spread your fingers apart a bit, like scissors.” Again, she complied. Severus left her to it for a bit while he removed his clothes. He wanted to be undressed this time. While he was gone, he noticed she had slipped in a third finger and Harry was responding quite nicely. Pansy might be a natural at this. It gave Severus pause.
“How much wider can it go?” she whispered.
As Severus stepped up, she noted his very large erection. “Ooh…wow…his hole can really take that?” Severus realized it was not just his own opinion that he was more blessed in this area than the other men. He remembered Harry’s first reaction upon seeing Severus’ fully erect.
“No freakin’ way…I’m topping!” Severus was quick to demonstrate it could be done – even if originally it is somewhat uncomfortable. Harry adapted quickly, it was what he did best – adapted to what was needed.
“Honestly, I’ve known men who could take an entire hand and wrist, so yes I know Harry can handle this,” Severus said.
“”What – a whole hand – up there?” Severus saw the panicked look in his husband’s face as he registered the calculating gleam in Pansy’s eye.
“Perhaps not tonight though?” Severus encouraged her desires elsewhere.
Harry’s POV
Much to Harry’s relief, Pansy agreed and crawled back up and over him. Severus had been trying to get him to fist for some time and had shown him proof it could be done, but Harry was not agreeing to that. Suddenly he was nervous as he thought that it could still show up tonight in an egg and then he’d have to do it. Be just like Severus to be so ‘Slytherin’. Well. not much for it now so he tried to put it out of his mind.
They ended up in same position he had been in for Astoria and Draco, but this time his husband would be fucking him. He half hoped slowly for his bottom, but some parts wanted the oral part with Pansy over. It had taken some time – but he had learned to appreciate Severus’s assets and as stern as the bastard was, he always took care to use the right preparations, the right lubes and spells for Harry. And quickly healed him on those times those preparations weren’t quite enough.
It only took 5 minutes for Pansy. Apparently she had been stoked for some time and was eager to complete. It was a relief for Harry as he didn’t care much for Pansy and couldn’t help comparing her to Astoria who had been so sweet. The taste seem to match their personalilites. Pansy was more sour on the tongue. He knew Severus could have gone longer and much harder, as he had done earlier that night, but out of some off sense compassion or fairness perhaps, he must have spelled himself to cum when Pansy did. He was grateful. He was starting to get exhausted and wasn’t sure how much more he could do that evening.
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A/N OK - Yeah - Poor Harry. Bit of a tough round at first but he's beginning to feel his power. Lucius is a bastard but Draco to the rescue - yeah!! Severus not too bad either. Maybe things aren't as bad as they seem between the boys hmnnn...
Find out in the next installment.
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