The Walking Wounded

Chapter Ten –

“Just ask her, Severus,” Lupin demands. “I didn’t take advantage of her.”

I stare at him, disappointed and not believing a word that passes his lips. I should have known better. I should have known that he would be unable to keep his paws off Miss Granger. Closing my eyes, I remember the bright blush of embarrassment along her chest, neck, and cheeks after I discovered them.

Muttering a quick apology, she had hastily dressed and walked out of the room.

“She is the one who initiated…” Lupin waves his hand toward the kitchen table. “…That.”

I should feel guilty. I am the one to blame for this mess. I am the one who has been sabotaging her efforts to find more permanent lodgings. I had no idea that Lupin was so weak that he would take advantage of her confused state of mind.

Dragging his hand through his messy hair, Lupin sighs. “She’s… ovulating. She… presented herself to me, and I… I couldn’t resist.”

“What does her monthly cycle have to do with anything?” I ask, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Fuck, Severus!” he growls. “I don’t know. I’m as new to this as she is. I didn’t realize that she would be so… receptive. I didn’t realize that she would have… urges. I realize that my lycanthropy is a major imposition –”

I grab Lupin by his shirt. “You fucked her! Please tell me you used a Contraceptive Charm!”

He slaps my hands away. “I’m sterile, you barmy git! All werewolves are sterilized per Ministry policy.”

“I didn’t realize that,” I reply, feeling somewhat guilty that was done to him. I didn’t do it to him, but I still feel poorly for him.

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They don’t realize that I can hear everything they say. I’m in the sitting room, next to the kitchen. I didn’t go far. I’m not even sure why I left. It isn’t like I have anything that Snape hasn’t already seen. Hell, I’ve done things with him that would make a hedonist blush.

I want to punish Snape for interrupting the passionate tryst. I am hot and swollen. At this rate, I would fuck Dobby.

“You really should exercise more control.” Snape’s voice carries from the kitchen. I’m not sure why, but his chastisement pisses me off.

Remus’ reply is muffled, but I can tell that it isn’t very complimentary.

Bristling as I listen to Snape lecture my lycan lover, I walk toward the door and push it open. “You do realize that I can hear every word you are saying, don’t you?”

Remus’ pupils dilate. Lycan sensibilities are sharp and concise. If this is what it is like for Remus all the time, it’s no wonder he’s always in a perpetual state of arousal.

A blush creeps up Snape’s neck. It is quite a miraculous contrast, watching the infusion of red consume the pale skin. My mind wanders, and I envision the entire blush all along his body. “My apologies, Miss Granger. I thought you had retired to your room.”

I know no shame. I cannot help myself. The heat is intolerable. Unsnapping the buttons of my blouse, I open it and step toward my former Potions professor. “Hermione. My name is Hermione.”

His dark gaze lingers on my chest, and I see the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallows.

I shimmy out of my jeans, Remus offering his arm for me to hold to keep my balance. “Say it. Say my name,” I demand.

“Hermione,” he chokes on a whisper.

I have seen the definitive mark on his shoulder. He is as cursed as we are, and I cannot help but wonder if he feels the urge to shed the vestiges of civility and fuck me silly.

“That’s better… Severus,” I purr, approaching him and standing to my toes to place an inviting kiss upon his lips. “You really shouldn’t be to harsh on Remus. If you are feeling what I’m feeling, why resist the urge. Why condemn Remus for giving me what I want?”

Deepening the kiss, I caress the growing bulge of flesh between his legs. I can feel the heat of his cock through his trousers and the folds of his black robe. He is stiff and unyielding, obviously in need of more reassurance that I am not some fragile doll that will break when used.

I lick his bottom lip and trail my tongue along his jaw. I nip his earlobe and let my breath tickle his flesh. “I’m hot, Severus.”

Sliding my hand between my legs, I dip my fingers into my drenched slit. “I feel like I’m on fire,” I mewl invitingly, and lift the hand that is now coated with come. I lick the fingers one by one, sucking the juices from them. Saving one for him, I offer it to him.

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The seductress has ensnared me in her web. I am helpless to resist her charms. Sucking her proffered finger into my mouth, I savor the tangy blend of my two lovers. It is a taste I crave… a taste that I adore.

She backs away, a sultry smile gracing her beautiful lips. Twisting her long, errant curls in her hand, she turns her back to me and saunters to the table. She leans on the table and widens her stance, offering me a view of her backside and damp thighs. I can see Lupin’s seed dripping from her center.

“You’re burning up too,” she surmises, glancing at me over her shoulder. “Aren’t you, Severus? Only I can put that fire out. Take me, Severus. Use me.”

Closing the distance between us, I drop to my knees, grasp the globes of her ass, and bury my face against her flesh. I can’t help but appreciate the care in which Hermione grooms herself. She is clean-shaven, her pink, plump, come-covered folds glistening in welcome. I swirl my tongue along her inner thighs and lap at Lupin’s sticky seed. It’s everywhere, the scent intoxicating as it oozes from her depths.

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His tongue, mouth, and fingers devour me. His long tongue flicks across my clitoris and delves into my slit. He sits back and moans, thrusting his fingers into my core. Looking over my shoulder, I see why he is no longer pleasuring me orally.

He is pleasuring Remus now, sucking my lycan lover’s cock deep into his mouth. Severus breaks away, and Remus strokes himself.

“Take her, Severus,” Remus moans as he fondles himself.

Severus nips my backside and flicks his tongue against my asshole. With each flick of his tongue, he delves a little deeper. Remus assists him, sidling up to me and holding my ass apart. Long fingers stroke my g-spot as Severus teases me with his tongue.

Shivering, I gasp as he coaxes me to orgasm. It builds, centering deep within me. There is no doubt in my mind. I know he can feel the clenching of my muscles around his fingers, judging by his anguished groan.

“Please,” I whimper. “I need… I need….” Even though I just had one of the most incredible orgasms ever, I need more.

Severus pulls his fingers from my quivering quim, and I feel one of his moist digits press against my backdoor. I buck backward, wanting more. Someone groans. I’m not sure who it is. I think it might be me.

“More,” I plead, wiggling my bum.

“That’s good, Severus,” Remus rasps. “Get her ready.”

In response to his suggestion, Severus pulls his finger out of my ass and pushes two in. He is gentle, his fingers coated with come. He scissors his fingers inside me, preparing the way for something much thicker. I’ve been fucked in the ass before. That was Severus’ specialty during our initial relationship. His depraved imagination has no boundaries.

I shall never forget the time he created two simulacrums. They were crude imitations of himself, but they worked in ways I could never imagine. I had never been with two “men” at the same time. It is an experience that has been on my mind lately… an experience I wish to have with Remus and Severus.

I bear down, encouraging the stretching of my anal passage. “Yes,” I hiss between clenched teeth, reaching between my legs and fingering my clit.

Withdrawing his fingers, Severus pulls me away from the table. My legs are unsteady, and he holds me up. Remus settles onto the edge of the kitchen table, pumping his cock with one hand and reaching for me with the other.

“Hermione?” he whispers my name as though I may disappear.

Severus lifts me onto Remus’ lap, taking Remus’ cock and guiding it into my damp tightness. I rest my cheek on the lean muscles of the lycan’s chest, and I feel the probe of Severus behind me. It’s a strange sensation… almost surreal as the he mushroomed head of his cock presses against my ass.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant, rousing both lovers to possess me. As Severus advances, I feel the pressure mount. With Remus planted within me, Severus’ cock feels huge. Remus sucks and nips my neck, taking my mind off the touch of pain.

Months ago, I would have welcomed pain. Now, it is a minor discomfort.

Fully sheathed, Severus kisses my back, shoulders, and neck. “Breathe.”

I smile, unable to stop my chuckle, for I am actually panting. Remus chuckles too, the deep rumble in his chest, oddly calming.

“Unbelievable,” Severus scoffs. “I’m buried balls-deep, and you two are laughing.”

Shifting between them, I experiment. Ripples of pleasure course through my body, fanning the flames that threatened to consume me earlier. Taking a shuddering breath, I look up and place a chaste kiss upon Remus’ lips. “Severus, please…”

As Remus remains still within me, Severus withdraws, only to slam back into me. The ferocity takes my breath away. The sensation is pure ecstasy. “Oh. Gods. Yes!”

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Her ass is tight around my cock. The perfection of the union is breathtaking. To feel Lupin’s cock rub against mine through her thin barrier is paradise. I cannot help but watch my cock disappear inside her body every time I bury myself.

Hermione shifts, granting Lupin the freedom to move beneath her that he did not have while I was mounting her. I counter his thrusts, occasionally moving in tandem with him to fill our young female lover to the hilt. She cries our names, her breathless pants signaling her growing excitement.

Reaching around her hip, I move my fingers through her folds and find her clit. “Come for us, Hermione.”

Lupin groans beneath her, buffeting her with his movements. His gray eyes are shrouded with lust. Shortening my thrusting, I lean forward. He rises up to meet me. Our tongues tangle, a poor imitation of what we are doing to Hermione.

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I could sleep inside Hermione and never tire of the sensation of her body gripping mine. The thin membrane of her body does nothing to dull the bliss of having Severus’ cock against mine.

Our lustful kiss is cut short as both of us feel the constrictive vice of Hermione’s body around us. She twitches above me, her eyes scrunched shut as her third orgasm overtakes her.

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Watching them kiss… Both of them pumping into me… I explode, a myriad of color bursts before me. The spear of blissful agony is too much, and I fear that I may pass out.

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Her ass was tight to begin with, but now it is beyond my endurance. The flames of something I have never encountered before consume me. As my ejaculate spurts from my pulsing organ, I feel as though part of my soul has entered paradise.

Having already come inside our female mate once before, Remus’ stamina is longer. He pounds into her silken sheath mindlessly.

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I’m drowning in rapturous delight. The sense of oneness is decadent, the spurt of Severus come coating my anal walls. He keeps fucking me. Remus is not far behind.

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The aroma of Severus and Hermione drive each maddening thrust. The animalistic urge has taken me. Her feminine cavern milks me with each delicate clench of her release. My come rushes from my body, the release giving me instant peace.

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I am too weak to pull out of the haven of her body, and I lean forward, praying that the table can take our combined weight. Laughter erupts from deep within me.

“What is so humorous?” Hermione mumbles, her tone one of exhausted contentment.

“We’re going to need a new kitchen table,” I reply, placing a kiss on her shoulder.

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TBC

Author’s Notes: Whew! Kind of an abrupt ending for this chapter, but I needed to stop. He he! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. As always, reviews are always quite welcome. All mistakes are my own. So if you see something that really bugs you, please point it out.