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Harry Potter › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
39
Views:
22,613
Reviews:
109
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Chocolate Sauce, Anyone?
Shiver
“Harry! That’s mine!” Layla was chasing Harry around their common room. Harry had taken her bowl of chocolate ice cream, having finished his bowl of strawberry ice cream.
“It’s mine now!” Harry kept running when Layla stopped and glared at him.
“Fine. I’ll just get more and have the chocolate sauce all to myself.” She turned on her heel and marched back into their kitchen. Harry stopped running to watch her go. He thought for a moment before silently following.
Layla was standing next to the counter, a bowl of chocolate sauce in front of her. He dipped two fingers into the bowl and brought them to her mouth, sucking and licking them clean. She closed her eyes and moaned softly, enjoying the taste of the chocolate on her tongue.
Harry snuck up behind her, softly placing the bowl of ice cream on the counter and dipped two fingers in the chocolate sauce, too.
Layla gasped and spun around when Harry wrapped one arm around her waist. He nudged Layla’s fingers away and replaced them with his own. She lapped at his fingertips before sucking the two digits into her mouth. Harry fumbled with the button and zipper of Layla’s short, while she pulled his flannel bottoms and dark red knickers off. Then she helped him with her shorts and bikini top.
Harry pressed against Layla, pushing her against the counter. He took his finger out of her mouth, lightly trailing them down her stomach to stroke through her soft curls. Without warning he plunged his fingers lower, into her opening, his thumb flicking against her clit, making her gasp and buck against him.
Harry teased her relentlessly, biting her neck and worrying the skin when she grasped him firmly in hand, pumping him hard. Harry stilled and shivered as he reached his climax, Layla right behind him.
“Come on,” Layla panted, “we need to shower.” She pushed him away and lead him towards the bathroom, the ice cream left to melt on the counter.
*
“Hmm… feels so good…” Layla was lying on her stomach on their bed, Harry straddling her thighs as he massaged her shoulders, working out the kinks. The two had spent a fair amount of time in the shower, washing each other thoroughly and gently.
Harry rubbed the last bit of lavender oil into Layla’s back, kissing the nape of her neck softly.
“Ok, turn over, it’s time for us to sleep.” She slowly and sleepily turned over, groaned as she stretched her now relaxed muscles.
“God, you need to become a massage therapist or something. On second thought, don’t. I want to keep you to myself. You’re just so good at that.” Harry hugged Layla to his chest, brushing her hair from her face.
“I’ll keep that in mind, baby. Now go to sleep. I want you to be well rested when I give you your gift tomorrow, ok?” she nodded and tried to burrow further down into him.
“Ok, Harry. Night, night…” her voice drifted as she fell asleep, her grip on him loosening just a bit.
Harry smiled as he watched her sleep. Her black hair falling away from her face, her features relaxed… she was truly a sight to behold. All she needed was wings to make her look like an angel.
Harry closed his eyes and sighed, hugging her closer to him and slowly drifted off to sleep.
*
Severus sat up in his bed, a sharp pain shooting in his gut and shivers running down his spin. He leaned back down to catch his breath. The pain in his stomach wasn’t lessening but the shivers were subsiding. He carefully got out of bed, wearing a pair of low-slung, black silk pajama bottoms.
He walked into his living room and over to the fireplace, clutching his stomach, fruitlessly trying to ease some of the pain.
“Albus Dumbledore.” He said clearly as he threw the floo powder into the still crackling fire. Moments later, the head of Albus appeared.
“What can I help you with, Severus?” he took a deep breath and tried to speak evenly.
“My mate has just turned 17 and they’re close. And there are only two options as to who they could be.” Albus’ eyes twinkled.
“I’ll set up a meeting for later this morning. I think it would be best if we left the rest for now, before we tell them. Should I have Poppy give you an extra-strength pain reliever?” he asked worriedly.
“Please…” it was unlike him to sound so weak, but he couldn’t help it.
“I’ll have her floo it to you. Good night, Severus.” Albus’ head vanished and a few agonizing minutes later, a potion came threw the floo, followed by the head of Poppy.
“You tell me if the pain comes back or if it gets worse, Severus.”
“Thank you, Poppy.” He downed the potion and headed back to bed, Poppy waving him good-bye.
*
As Severus had woken to a pain in his stomach, Harry had woken to the pained screams of Layla. He watched, speechless as her body thrashed wildly. He tried to hold her down, to keep her from hurting herself, but he couldn’t reach her.
A surge of magic shot forth and slammed him against the wall. As her screams continued, her voice growing hoarse, Harry ran to the fireplace, intent on flooing Madame Pomfrey when he saw the fresh blood underneath her arched back, staining the sheets.
“Harry! That’s mine!” Layla was chasing Harry around their common room. Harry had taken her bowl of chocolate ice cream, having finished his bowl of strawberry ice cream.
“It’s mine now!” Harry kept running when Layla stopped and glared at him.
“Fine. I’ll just get more and have the chocolate sauce all to myself.” She turned on her heel and marched back into their kitchen. Harry stopped running to watch her go. He thought for a moment before silently following.
Layla was standing next to the counter, a bowl of chocolate sauce in front of her. He dipped two fingers into the bowl and brought them to her mouth, sucking and licking them clean. She closed her eyes and moaned softly, enjoying the taste of the chocolate on her tongue.
Harry snuck up behind her, softly placing the bowl of ice cream on the counter and dipped two fingers in the chocolate sauce, too.
Layla gasped and spun around when Harry wrapped one arm around her waist. He nudged Layla’s fingers away and replaced them with his own. She lapped at his fingertips before sucking the two digits into her mouth. Harry fumbled with the button and zipper of Layla’s short, while she pulled his flannel bottoms and dark red knickers off. Then she helped him with her shorts and bikini top.
Harry pressed against Layla, pushing her against the counter. He took his finger out of her mouth, lightly trailing them down her stomach to stroke through her soft curls. Without warning he plunged his fingers lower, into her opening, his thumb flicking against her clit, making her gasp and buck against him.
Harry teased her relentlessly, biting her neck and worrying the skin when she grasped him firmly in hand, pumping him hard. Harry stilled and shivered as he reached his climax, Layla right behind him.
“Come on,” Layla panted, “we need to shower.” She pushed him away and lead him towards the bathroom, the ice cream left to melt on the counter.
*
“Hmm… feels so good…” Layla was lying on her stomach on their bed, Harry straddling her thighs as he massaged her shoulders, working out the kinks. The two had spent a fair amount of time in the shower, washing each other thoroughly and gently.
Harry rubbed the last bit of lavender oil into Layla’s back, kissing the nape of her neck softly.
“Ok, turn over, it’s time for us to sleep.” She slowly and sleepily turned over, groaned as she stretched her now relaxed muscles.
“God, you need to become a massage therapist or something. On second thought, don’t. I want to keep you to myself. You’re just so good at that.” Harry hugged Layla to his chest, brushing her hair from her face.
“I’ll keep that in mind, baby. Now go to sleep. I want you to be well rested when I give you your gift tomorrow, ok?” she nodded and tried to burrow further down into him.
“Ok, Harry. Night, night…” her voice drifted as she fell asleep, her grip on him loosening just a bit.
Harry smiled as he watched her sleep. Her black hair falling away from her face, her features relaxed… she was truly a sight to behold. All she needed was wings to make her look like an angel.
Harry closed his eyes and sighed, hugging her closer to him and slowly drifted off to sleep.
*
Severus sat up in his bed, a sharp pain shooting in his gut and shivers running down his spin. He leaned back down to catch his breath. The pain in his stomach wasn’t lessening but the shivers were subsiding. He carefully got out of bed, wearing a pair of low-slung, black silk pajama bottoms.
He walked into his living room and over to the fireplace, clutching his stomach, fruitlessly trying to ease some of the pain.
“Albus Dumbledore.” He said clearly as he threw the floo powder into the still crackling fire. Moments later, the head of Albus appeared.
“What can I help you with, Severus?” he took a deep breath and tried to speak evenly.
“My mate has just turned 17 and they’re close. And there are only two options as to who they could be.” Albus’ eyes twinkled.
“I’ll set up a meeting for later this morning. I think it would be best if we left the rest for now, before we tell them. Should I have Poppy give you an extra-strength pain reliever?” he asked worriedly.
“Please…” it was unlike him to sound so weak, but he couldn’t help it.
“I’ll have her floo it to you. Good night, Severus.” Albus’ head vanished and a few agonizing minutes later, a potion came threw the floo, followed by the head of Poppy.
“You tell me if the pain comes back or if it gets worse, Severus.”
“Thank you, Poppy.” He downed the potion and headed back to bed, Poppy waving him good-bye.
*
As Severus had woken to a pain in his stomach, Harry had woken to the pained screams of Layla. He watched, speechless as her body thrashed wildly. He tried to hold her down, to keep her from hurting herself, but he couldn’t reach her.
A surge of magic shot forth and slammed him against the wall. As her screams continued, her voice growing hoarse, Harry ran to the fireplace, intent on flooing Madame Pomfrey when he saw the fresh blood underneath her arched back, staining the sheets.