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Until The World Ends	By : tlb69 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 4923 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Until The World Ends
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Until The World Ends

Movement outside takes my gaze away from the bed; it is but a few gulls swooping down for their nightly dinner of rubbish. They’ll have the small stretch of docks littered with the stench of decay by morning. The slap of skin on skin and the cries of passion call my attention back to the bed. With an admiring look I see that he’s close. The room smells of sea water, dead fish, wet socks and old wood. And sex. Taking another look outside for signs of danger, I see there are none and sigh, relaxed, as the last fragments of the crimson sun sink behind the calm horizon.
The room is suddenly quiet; my attention is drawn again to the bed. Fred is still buried deep in his twin. He’s adjusting the black lacy corset even tighter, drawing another groan from George. “Won’t...last much...longer,” Fred says with a large gulp, sweat dotting his forehead.
“He was bad.” That’s all I say. George’s grin becomes a blissful smile, which makes me wonder how my two boys got to be so deviant.
I take another look at the red sky, wishing my dear Molly could see it. She so loved a sunset. Although, I laugh quietly to myself, she would tell me a red sky at night brought death by morning light. You’ve just got to love those old witches tales.
I shake my head to rid myself of the terrible images. Not just of Molly, but of Ginny as well and those of Bill, Charlie and Ron. Yes, I admit it freely, Ron’s death is completely and utterly my fault. It was an ill wind that I ignored, all to free my first born from the torment at Fenrir’s hands. His voice, pleading for me to help him, haunts my every dream. But if I had, we would surely have all perished. They knew we were coming for him, and they’d stalled us just long enough for the moon to begin Bill’s transformation. That is my transgression: pride. I was so sure of the time. I wholly believed they would be so preoccupied with all the transformations that they wouldn’t notice us.
I was only able to grab the twins and Apparate us through the quickly closing wards. I understand R-Ron’s...excuse me. I understand Ron’s head hangs on a pike in what is left of Diagon Alley with its scream frozen in place as a warning to all who oppose the Dark Lord. An extremely effective demonstration, I might add.
Rumours have it, and I dread their truth, Charlie was attacked by Fenrir himself and, owing to the fact Fenrir impregnated Charlie with his initial assault, he is still alive. Although I’m not quite sure he or Bill would say being the subjects of the brutality of rape and the forced farming of werewolf children could actually be called living. I wonder now...I wonder if Ron would still be alive if they’d impregnated him instead of brutally ravaging him countless times, by a countless number of werewolves, before they consumed him.
I can’t think on that anymore; it is far too painful and too fresh. The sky darkens now, and Fred is again thrusting into his twin. Silly, I know, but I had to wait until all was dark to get undressed in front of my boys. I should have known that if I give the boys one last wish, one last thing I could do for them, they’d choose sex. I hadn’t the heart to deny them, even though the morality of it may offend you. I dare say it would have offended me just a year ago. They have suffered so, and their nightmares keep them from sleep as well. You see, it was their invention of the X Propagation Potion that now torments many. It was created for those men who found comfort in other men, so they might have families of their own. The Ministry, of course, would never allow two of the same sex to marry - no. This would give these men a sense of the humanity they were, for the most part, denied.
Now, two of their brothers have become victims of something that was meant for beauty.
“Dad?” Fred is close again.
“I’m ready,” I tell them. ‘Yes!’, George moans as Fred pulls out of him, stands next to the bed.
“Stand up, George.” I drop my robe to the floor and walk to the bed. I stand before my two grinning sons, in naught but my tattered beige trousers.
I admire Fred’s form, tall with just the right amount of muscle, his impressive cock standing out straight lightly curving up to a deep purple bellend. I admit, I’ve a way with a cock ring spell. They’re not large; average I’d say, but they are impressively formed.
I tentatively caress it and his eyes flutter shut in a silent plea. I smile - so much like when they were young. Mind you, I never touched them, I’m not deeply demented. I just gave them pointers. Tips really, on what to try, and I watched them to make sure they didn’t hurt each other. There is such a thing as too electrified. They always looked so glorious together, like they’d been painted by Merlin himself. I sigh. Such wonderful memories of rainy day games.
George, on the other hand, is breath taking. He’s wearing - a surprise for me - black stockings with impossibly high heels and a corset to match. I run my hands over the stockings; they feel bloody brilliant, and I can feel my cock starting to leak. I run my left hand up his side, loving how the stockings draw attention to his confined cock. I pull him in for a kiss as Fred stands behind me. He reaches around to unbutton my trousers and pulls down the zip. Well, it’s in for a knut, as they say.
George tries to push his tongue into my mouth. I let him. I taste the tea he drank earlier and something sweet which I can only conclude is his normal flavour. Fred lowers my trousers and my cock scrapes roughly over the zip for a moment, making me wince. As soon as I step out of them and am now fully naked, Fred’s hand grabs my painfully hard cock and Merlin! This feels incredibly brilliant too!
He’s kissing my neck now and lightly stroking my shaft, encouraging me to take George.
I make George sit still while I rub my hands up the tightly woven fabric of his stockings. The pattern is an elaborate mix of net and some thing called a wrench. Amazing what Muggles will create, not to mention the thought my two boys put into this. I let my middle fingers move over the tops of George’s matching constricted knickers. Fred may like to simply push them aside but I like to have full, unobstructed access. I leisurely pull them off and his hard cock slaps delightfully against his stomach. I have time, so I caress George’s legs; the stockings alone are nearly enough to make me come, and I have to stop Fred’s light stroking or I just may. Bringing George’s left leg up to my lips, I indulge in a taste and inhale his sweet scent. Nearly at my limit, I lower his legs and climb onto the bed, lying on my back with my legs slightly apart.

I order him to climb on, holding my cock straight up. I feel utterly foolish and vulgarly displayed for a moment, but George’s quivering lips and his and Fred’s identical twitching cocks relieve my self-consciousness. George is so very gorgeous in this outfit and he climbs onto the bed like a cat, over my naked form, his heels still on his feet. He positions himself and slowly lowers himself onto me with a shuddering cry. Being buggered for so long by his twin aside, he can tell I am not only longer in size but larger in girth as well. Be proud of what you have, I always say.
His face is a mixture of pain and need, but he finally settles down, and I can feel his bollocks on my skin, though I barely notice them compared to the amazingly tight, warm, soft feelings around my sensitive cock. I am amazed at his control; were it me, I fear I may have been screaming like a stuck porlock.   I caress his thighs in an attempt to soothe the pain. I’m not doing a very good job at it; my breathing has increased dramatically, and I fight the urge to thrust. Merlin, help me, but this is too incredible! He draws upward with an unsteady, strangled cry, and my eyes shut. On George’s descent, Merlin help me, but I push up inside him, my hands gripping his waist to help pull him down on me fast. He cries out again and we quickly find a rhythm. This feels glorious. The tight, warm grip of his body around my most sensitive part has me panting uncontrollably. George is a vision, eyes shut, head back, moaning as he moves up and down on my cock, sweat beading around his neck and the stockings.
I’m nearly, embarrassingly, there when Fred helps still our movements. I pull George down, taking his mouth in a needy heated kiss. He actually whimpers.
George’s grip on my shoulders tightens painfully and I feel the glorious grip tighten around my cock as Fred’s cock slides against mine inside George’s channel. There...there are no words I can think of to describe the intensity of the sensation I feel. I’m not sure I ever felt as intimate with my bed partner - or partners as it is - as I do right now, even with Molly.
We give George some time to adjust to us. I move my legs apart a bit to allow Fred a place to kneel comfortably.
“Just g-go. Just move,” George begs.
Fred answers the plea, pulling back till just the head of his cock starts to rub against my quite taut bollocks, then pushes in fast. We all moan out and George’s come sprays across my face and neck, and what’s left of my hair. Several globs make it into my open mouth and it brings to mind the flavour of stale biscuit. Not as bad as I thought it would taste, mind you, but I can’t linger on that. The intensity of our love making is building to a soaring explosion.
George is a mass of incoherent moans and groans, his back blanketed by his twin’s sweaty body; Fred's speech is not much more coherent. In such closed confines, I find I can feel every tiny bump or vein on Fred’s cock, and it is strangely erotic.   Fred and I intertwine our fingers and grip George’s thigh. With a gargled gasp, I feel Fred’s cock pulsing against mine as he comes and feel his warm liquid coating both my cock and George’s channel. His expression is a splendid sight to behold, and the smell of our combined sweat and the sight of my two boys forces me to bury myself deep inside George and I feebly cry out like a fourteen year old virgin.
Both boys collapse on top of me, and their combined weight feels oddly safe. It doesn’t last long before I’m telling them to bugger off. Fred rolls to my left as George rolls to my right side, my cock leaving the comforting grip of his arse.
“That was, amazing,” I say, breathless. They answer by wrapping their arms around my chest, their legs around my legs as I lay staring up at the ceiling. With in seconds, they are sleeping peacefully for the first time in months, and I lay there listening to breathing even out as I keep them safe. Moral or not, I am overjoyed that I could grant them what may be their final wish, one final moment of humanity in the chaotic world we now reside in.

~ ~ & ~ ~

I wake with a start, and my eyes dart down my body in the cool morning light. I am momentarily confused; am I dreaming this? Did I actually fall asleep? It felt like days that I lay there, listening to them softly snoring and drooling annoyingly over my chest. I slept through the night without...by the gods, that feels tremendous! I rock my hips. “You’re rather ardent in the morning, aren’t you,” I say.
Fred and George are using a thumb each to hold my cock straight up as their lips glide wetly up and down my hard shaft. They should have been born under the celestial sign of the fish, as that’s what they've always reminded me of. George moves up while Fred moves down my shaft. I card my fingers through their hair and they stop.
George is grinning brightly. “Seems your boys still...”
“...have teeth,” Fred finishes.
“How’s that?” I ask, confused, pitifully wishing they’d shut it and get back to my cock.
“It worked. It seems we are going to be dads,” Fred says in a rush of excitement, though I have to run his words slowly through my mind, as he usually speaks far too fast when he’s positively excited.
The words sink into my head. Merlin...
“Potion worked. I’m pregnant,” George says, returning to his previous work. “Now back to your reward.”
“Oi!” Fred protests. “I had just as much to do with it. Not to mention I made that last batch.”
I push Fred back on my cock and wonder where they learned such an act. It is far to choreographed to simply be a whim. Furthermore, as my eyes shut in ecstasy, it appears there may be hope for our family name. At the loss of six, one will be born.
Interesting thing about wizard pregnancies: you know within hours after the act. Those poor Muggles have to wait nearly an entire month. Gods, I’m close. I start thrusting up, fucking between their lips, but on George’s downward movement he continues licking his way past my bollocks while Fred takes one in his mouth.
“Lift up.”
“What?” I wince as Fred swirls my bullock in his mouth. They are quite sensitive to pain.
“Raise that fat arse of yours, Granddad,” George replies cheekily.
“I’m still your father, I’ll not hesitate to smack that arse...” My words are cut off as George’s tongue slips down the crack of my arse and over my hole. I find it oddly remarkable how wonderful his tongue feels there.
“Promises, promises,” Fred says. I smile and shake my head. Yesterday, part of his wish was to be spanked. I granted him twelve swats from my belt, which he had to count out. He came over the leg of my only pair of trousers, as he yelled out number ten. What can I say? Weasley men are quite randy. It seems inconceivable that he’d be ready for another such punishment.
I laugh out loud as George’s tongue pushes deeper into my hole; it rather tickles. It’s a bit late for thoughts of cleanliness, though I wish I’d known what they’d planned in advance so I could be fresh for them. With George in my arse and Fred suckling my bollock, I find I may have to agree that Molly might have been right all those years ago: I never could punish the twins as I did the others. They were free spirits. As Molly would take the others to Diagon Alley for school supplies and an ice-cream, I stayed home to see the twins were properly punished by not being allowed to go to the Alley.
But as soon as they were gone, Fred and George usually got naked and experimented. I would watch over them for a short time to make sure they didn’t hurt themselves or even give them pointers and ideas of things to try. By the time they were well in their teens, we’d sit on their bed and have a bit of a wank session. We didn’t touch each other, just slowly wanked and talked about their ideas for experiments and products for their Wheezes. I came up with several of their more popular items, mind you. Headless Hats, which I got from a Muggle movie about a bloke who held a pumpkin for his head. Fever Fudge was an off comment I made as I nicked one on my way out the door to attend a late evening Ministry Ball. It was too bad they didn’t have that before the ball; it turned out to be a highly excruciating evening. I spent the evening sucking Lucius’ tiny bollocks. Figuratively speaking of course.
I open my eyes and thrust up as the twins start stroking my cock again with those wonderfully wet lips. I am thrusting up and just as I am nearly there once more, they stop. I was at the edge of what I’m sure would have been a mind blowing orgasm. They are truly wicked boys.
This time, George sucks my right bollock in his mouth as Fred moves my leg to give his tongue better access to lap at my hole. The twins are driving me mental, those talented hands moving over my flesh, and those tongues...Merlin! A soft, frustrated moan escapes my lips and the twins move back to my shaft; no words are exchanged. Their lips are driving me toward the edge, and they hold my hips down so I can’t thrust. They’re moving devilishly slow, and I find myself nearly shouting with ecstatic pleasure. I should be embarrassed but it feels bloody unimaginable. I’m nearly there now; I grab the sheets and squeeze and this time, they don't stop. Their thumbs tighten around my base and I force my eyes open to watch.
An embarrassingly gargled gasp leaves my mouth as the first couple of shots hit my chest. The twins squeeze harder around the base of my cock, and I watch as I come like thick lava cascading over a volcano, coating their lips, chin and noses. They’re slurping vulgarly on my come, and my head falls onto the bed, eyes shut in bliss. I ride out the orgasm even as the intensity becomes too much to bear, but I don’t stop them. My breathing is becoming laboured from the intensity of the pleasure.
“Did you...” Fred asks, finally pulling off my cock.
“...enjoy that?” George interjects.
I look up at them, their faces a debauched mess.   Fred’s lips and chin are covered, and George’s nose and lips glisten with the morning light glimmering off my pearly fluid.
“T-that... Was... Truly the dogs bollocks...” Suddenly the room shakes violently, dust covers us from above as the wards are splintered and then shattered. We leap from the bed and summon our wands as the sound of many foot steps rush up the stairs. I look out the window at the dawn, which is quickly being over shadowed by the green Dark Mark above us. Three Death Eaters are standing on the dock below. I look frantically to the door, wand raised, and think of our lost family and what seems futile right now, as to what our unborn child would become.
I look at George one last time before another battle; his wand is raised, but he is trying to catch a glob of come that is dripping slowly off his nose, with his tongue. Fred is trying to clean his chin with his tongue, his wand at the ready.
“Boys!” I shout, The Death Eaters are nearly upon us. “This is not the time for foolishness!”
George waves his wand a couple times, and the glob finds his tongue as the floor in front of us splinters into long sharp spikes, aimed at the door. He grins at me absurdly.
Fred’s flicks his wand and two glimmering trip wires jet across the floor just inside the doorway.
The steps seem to thunder down the hall toward us. “For our...” George says loudly
“Family,” Fred finishes, throwing some Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder at the door.
Surprisingly, I can see through the dark cloud. Not perfectly, mind you, but enough to identify everything in the room. I make a mental note to ask the boys about that part of their product if we get out of this.
As if reading my mind, Fred says. “Side effect of...”
“...pregnancy potion,” George adds.
“All those involved in the coupling,” they say together.
“Cool isn’t it?” George says, as they both kneel on the floor.
“Indeed!” I say in awe.

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