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The Pulse	By : ccino49 Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 9350 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Pulse
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Marti’s birthday present.

The Pulse

She sat at the kitchen table, her chin resting on one hand, a cup of coffee in the other. “Happy birthday Marti.” She told herself glumly, no inflection in the statement. The kids were at summer camp and it was just a day like any other. The house was spotless, well almost, the laundry done, the cupboards stocked, and most everyone she knew was either working or away somewhere on holiday.

Marti thought about the story she had been following on AFF last night and chuckled softly into her cup. ’The Pulse’ It had just got to a really good part, Snape was about to give in to his baser instincts with some overly attractive female after denying her for so long, and then the chapter had ended. The worst thing was, the author, although brilliant at what she did, was extremely slow at updating and it could be a couple of weeks before she got to read the more interesting details of their encounter. The story intrigued on several different levels. For one, the heroine was named Marti, two, they both shared the same build and hair colour, at least according to the authors description, and three, the Marti in the story was now in a position that reader Marti would give her right arm to be in.

With a sigh, she stood and went to the sink to rinse her cup. “Well, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.”
Sitting herself in front of the computer in the living room, Marti clicked onto the file where she kept the current stories that she was writing herself.

This particular one was still in its outline stage, Snape and Remus were the main participants, both wanting the attentions of a rather pretty muggle woman who was recently taken on staff to teach Muggle Studies. Albus Dumbledore in his infinite wisdom had decided that a real muggle would be much more qualified to teach the subject than a regular witch or wizard that had grown up in the wizarding world.
She pulled her notebook towards her and flicked through the notes she had made since her original outline, and then began to type.

Every key she punched on the keyboard seemed to send a faint pulse along her fingers and she stopped to examine her hands for a moment. Leaning over to look at the multitude of wires and plugs, she saw nothing amiss.

Again, she began typing, and again the pulses travelled through her fingertips. It was not painfull, not even uncomfortable, just odd.

Another quick examination of herself, and another brief glance at the wiring and she carried on, trying to ignore the pulses as they grew stronger. Before she realised what was happening, her fingers were flying across the keyboard, the pulses shooting through her hands and directly up her arms, soon they spread through her, even reaching her toes.

Marti did not notice the way her whole being shimmered like a contained heat wave. He fingers, totally out of control now still hammered at the keys, her eyes strained to see the words that appeared on screen before her so fast, the pages moving up at a rate of knotts while her head felt light, then she became dizzy and tried to stop.
Something tugged at her tummy, then her shoulders, travelling inwards and outwards all at once until she lost sight of what was happening and simply allowed whatever was happening, to happen.
Though the strange sensations had started gradual, they ended rather abruptly and Marti found herself sitting in another chair slumped over a desk, which also was not hers.
She shook her head and closed her eyes, knowing that when she opened them again everything would be back to normal. Only it wasn’t. Opening one eye a crack she realised she was no longer in in her safe, comfortable home. But where she was, she had no idea. Something about the place gave her a feeling of familiarity, yet she knew she’d never been her before.
A large bookshelf to her right was filled with… books. Of course, it was a bookshelf after all. But they were not like the books she had at home, these books were… she stood and moved closer to them.

‘Muggles of Note.’ Muggles and Machines.’ ‘The life and Times of a Muggle in Sixteenth Century Wizarding England.’

Marti swallowed as she read the titles, swallowed hard. “This isn’t happening. This really isn’t happening.” She muttered, her gazed darting over more titles, then to the desk, the fire crackling merrily in the grate seemed incongruous somehow. A heavy sofa and two well-padded chairs fronted the warm hearth, and several dark wooden doors led off the study. Yes, this was indeed a study. She looked down at her clothes. Where this morning was jeans and a sweatshirt, now she wore light blue robes.

“SHIT!” She screeched.
She took in the stone walls, the rich wood panelling, and a portrait of a bowl of cherries on the wall above the fireplace.

She jumped when a hand appeared in the picture and grabbed a handful of the fruit.

Then she began to laugh, a hysterical, laugh, a manic laugh that convinced her that she had finally gone insane.
She jumped again when a knock sounded on one of the doors; she froze, hardly daring to breath. The knock sounded again, a little more urgently this time, it was accompanied by muffled voices, deep voices.
She looked frantically round for a phone. ‘A phone? They don’t have phones at Hogwarts you idiot.’ She admonished herself.
‘Hide.’ Marti looked round frantically now, there were three doors and she hadn’t a clue which one the knock had come from, or where the others led. A shuffling of feet from somewhere and she ran to the nearest door, she would lock herself in wherever this led to until she had chance to catch her breath and get her bearings. She needed time to think about what was happening here.
She turned the handle and ran straight into a hard chest. An ’Oof!’ the true sign that she’d hit a someone, rather than a something.

Strong hands fastened round her shoulders before she fell back and she looked up into a pair of amber eyes, framed by a wizened, worried face and sandy coloured hair.
Beside him was a slightly taller man, with black hair and eyes, a pale complexion, and a large, hooked nose.
Marti felt her world spin for a moment and next she knew she was cradled in a pair of arms, held against someone’s chest and saw being carried back into the room.
“Bring her in here Lupin, she’s obviously in shock.”
Marti vaguely felt herself being lowered onto something soft and comfortable, then something decidedly stinky was wafted under her nose and she fought to shove it away.

Her eyes watered with the stench of it and she coughed and choked a little until she was able to sit up under her own steam.
“Urgh, what the hell was thaaa…” her voice trailed off when her vision cleared and she found herself staring into the two faces she had only ever written, read, and dreamt about. Severus Snape, who stared down his nose at her, and Remus Lupin, who seemed a little less worried now that she was calm again.

“Are you real?” She asked, almost in a whisper.
“Delirious.” Snape said to his companion.
“In shock.” Remus said.
Marti reached out and poked Snape’s arm, simply because he was closest to her. “You are real, oh God. I’m at Hogwarts, and you’re both here. Oh bugger.”
Marti threw herself back into the pillows and closed her eyes, only to snap them open when she realised she was laying on a bed with two of fandoms sexiest males standing over her.
Remus was now smiling, and Snape, well the corners of his mouth was twitching, it was clear he was fighting to hold back a smile of his own.
“I think perhaps taking tea would be helpful in allowing you time to regain your senses a little.” Snape said before turning and walking over to the fire. He grabbed a handful of powder from a small pot on the mantle and threw it into the flames. “Kitchen.” he shouted, then ordered tea and sandwiches before returning to the bed. “Once you have something to eat and drink, I am certain your mind will clear somewhat and we can get down to business.”
Marti nodded then processed what he’d said. ’Business? What business?’
At that moment, a house elf appeared with a tray laden with sandwiches and a pot of tea along with three cups, milk, sugar and lemon.

After placing the tray on the bedside cabinet, it disappeared.
Marti stared at the spot where the little creature had been, then blinked as both men… wizards, sat on the bed next to her.
Remus handed her a plate of sandwiches and another to Severus, then proceeded to pour the tea. “How do you like it?”

“What?” She squeaked, the sandwich halfway to her mouth.
“Your tea, how do you take it?”
“Oh.” She reddened. ’Argh, I haven’t blushed since I was a teenager. “However it comes, so long as it’s wet and warm.” God she wished she hadn’t said that.
The two wizards stared at her curiously for a moment and she wanted to hide her face under the pillows.
A heavy silence permeated the room as each concentrated on eating and drinking, only the occasional clink of a cup on a saucer or a discrete cough shattering the peace.
Her cup was long since emptied, yet she clung to it as if it was a lifeline, to what she was still unsure.
A movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention and she noticed Severus get to his feet and cross to the door.
Marti watched in horror when, instead of walking through it, he closed it and aimed his wand at the lump of wood, speaking softly as a pale blue glow emitted from his wand and surrounded the door.
Remus took the cup and plate from her grasp and put them on the tray, which disappeared in front of her eyes with a soft rattle.
When next she looked, Severus had removed his robe and frock coat, and was sitting on the end of the bed removing his boots.
Remus stood and began unbuttoning his own jacket and shirt, his eyes on her at all times.
She scooted off the far side of the bed and backed up against the wall. “What do you think you’re doing?” She asked, the note of hysteria back in her voice.
Severus turned his face in her direction. “We have come to the conclusion that, rather than wait for you to decide which of us you will choose to be with, we will both participate in the pleasures of your body at the same time. If after that you still cannot decide, then the process will be repeated until you do.”
Marti opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out as her mind spun back to this morning. This was the story she’d been thinking about, she was sure of it. ‘The Pulse‘, by… God if she ever got back home she would look up the name of the author and flame her something rotten for this. Her first flame ever would be her worst, that was a given.

“Look you’re making a big mistake here. I’m not the Marti you want, it’s the other Marti, the one that… “ Damn, this wasn’t making any sense.’
Remus smiled at her as he unfastened the buckle of his belt. “Right, so there are two of you. That could be interesting.” He turned his smirk in Severus’ direction.
“No, there’s only one of me, but it’s the other me you want, not the me me.” ‘Shit, how was she supposed to explain to them that she was merely a reader, someone who indulged in secret fantasies along with hundreds, maybe even thousands of other readers, who did not for one second believe that any of it was real. The trouble now was that is was real, at least to her. Right here and now was as real as anything could ever be and she was stuck smack bang in the middle of it.
A little “Eep.” escaped her lips when Severus’ naked form suddenly appeared in front of her.
“Enough of your inane chit chat woman. You have been leading us both on for the last few weeks, now it is time to stop and pay the price.”
She almost swooned when his fingers rested on her shoulders and slid casually down her arms. She almost never noticed when Remus came up behind her, lifted her hair and placed soft little kisses on the side of her neck.
Severus’ fingers moved to the front of her robes and started unfastening the buttons. Before she was able to utter a protest, her robe was on the floor at her feet and her blouse was sliding down her arms in hot pursuit.
“You… you really are making - oh God - a mistake. I’m not who - oo - you think I - ooh - am.” her voice melted into nothing, along with her train of thought as a mouth descended on a breast, lips kissed along her shoulder, teeth nipped her skin, and fingers touched, caressed, and probed.
Oh yes, they probed alright. Marti tried vainly to bring her brain back into gear, but her attempt was futile as these two maddeningly sexy, powerful, and virile wizards took over her body, turning her into a mindless, babbling, uncontrollable mush.
The heat of their bodies, the feel of their skin, soft breaths that were becoming increasingly harsher. A foot against hers, pressing, forcing her to part her legs. Where were her clothes? A mouth sucking hard at one nipple, a hand kneading the other breast, fingers squeezing her buttocks, others parting her folds. A fingertip pressing lightly against that most sensitive of nub, making her squirm and gasp, earning moans of delight from her two assailants.
Sod the story. Who cared anymore if it was her or the imaginary Marti. She was here, it was now, and she was being ravaged by two extremely sexy, sensuous wizards. Was it real? Was it her imagination? Marti didn’t give a fuck any more.
She suddenly felt cold, the loss of contact, cool air brushing her naked body causing goose bumps on her skin. Not for long.

They lifted her as one, carrying her the short distance to the large bed. Severus lay down on his back as Remus lifted her to straddle the prone form. Fingers held her folds apart as Remus gently lowered her onto the large erection that Severus held proudly upright. Both Potions Master and woman moaned loudly as he was sheathed, and she was filled, stretched and impaled deliciously.
Severus’ hands clutched at her hips. Lifting her, guiding her, while Remus came up behind her, hands sliding round to cup her breasts, his thumbs teasing the nipples.
Her breath caught in her throat, so many sensations flooding her senses, Marti didn’t know how long she’d be able to stand it.

Severus was bucking his hips hard beneath her while slamming her down firmly onto his loins.
Remus’ hands meanwhile and moved lower, one hand dipping into the apex between her legs, the other slipping under her bottom, spreading her wetness around and up, high into her cleft. She jolted when he placed one hand between her shoulders and pressed firmly.

A slick finger rubbed then pressed against her pucker hole.

She was about to protest, but when it slipped inside she was speechless. It felt… nice!

Severus stilled his own movements, holding her still and watching her face carefully as Remus worked the finger in and out a few times, removed it, and replaced it with two.
She felt him stretching her, the fingers sliding and widening her entrance. A third was added and she felt an uncomfortable fullness now. She tried to move away from the offending digits but Severus held her firm, his face a mask of concentration. He gave a sharp thrust of his hips as a warning, making her gasp in pleasure, giving Remus the opportunity to press her all the way down onto Severus’ chest. He removed his fingers and she felt something cool spread over her rear, this was followed by a slight pressure from something much more substantial then the fingers that had previously invaded her.
Severus moved his hands round to pull her buttock apart, while Remus gripped her waist and pressed firmly with his hips.

Marti cried out when the large head of Remus’ cock forced its way passed the tight ring of muscle that protested against the invasion. Again, she tried to pull away, and again she was held fast, another sharp thrust from Severus reminding her of who had control. It definitely wasn’t her that was for sure.
Her breath came in quick pants, unsure if it was because of the pain of Remus’ intrusion, or Severus’ occasional pleasurable lunges. Either way, she was trapped and she wasn’t that keen to escape.
Her breathing calmed and once again, Remus inched his organ deeper inside her, interspersed with thrusts from the dark eyed man beneath her.
A satisfied “Yes.” From behind and she felt Remus’ stomach pressed against her rear, then the two wizards started to move simultaneously.
Marti didn’t know who pulled out while who pushed in, but soon they’d worked up a rhythm so that she was constantly stretched and filled, impaled and stroked.

Hands tightly gripping her hips, her breasts, pulling her, pushing her, thrusting, lunging, beating against her, sending her spiralling into yet another world from which she’d been thrown into.
Thoughts of flames, birthdays, fanfics, they all drifted away as the two wizards took their pleasure of her, each giving as much as he took until she was high, high and bubbling, each erogenous zone, every erotic part of her body touched, stroked, rubbed and pounded. Her orgasm burst forth with such force that she screamed, she never screamed, her lower muscles throbbing, tightening, rippling, sending both wizards soaring with her as they filled her with their seed, pulsing deep within her before all falling to their sides and holding tight to her.

Three exhausted, sated individuals fighting to catch their breaths, soft sighs of contentment from each.
Marti wanted nothing more than to fall asleep, exhausted, more than satisfied, and a strange pulsing in her fingertips where they touched skin.
The pulsing grew rapidly, much faster that before until she was overwhelmed by it, the tugging at her insides and she fell from her chair, the mouse and mouse pad hitting the floor at the same time she did.
Her eyes sprung open, all thoughts of sleep suddenly vanished when she saw the familiar sight of her own living room.
She groaned, bringing a hand to her forehead. “Bloody hell, I’ve rally been letting these blasted stories get to me.” She moaned.
Pushing herself to her elbows, she yelped at the pain in both her vulva and her back passage. Sitting up she felt the slow trickle of emissions from both orifices and stared wide eyed at the screen above her.
Pulling herself upright, even with the discomfort between her legs and buttock, Marti clicked the curser onto the story she’d been reading previously.

‘The Pulse’ by ccino.
She quickly forwarded to the latest chapter.

There in full detail was a full chapter of what she’d just experienced, with a message at the end, which read, HAPPY BIRTHDAY Marti.
Marti promptly fainted.

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