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Harry Potter › Threesomes/Moresomes
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Adult ++
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Cookie!
A/N: So, Jet and FaeChlid get a cookie! They guess it right *tosses cookies to the winners* Although ChaosDragon013 was so close with her guess that Layla was a duck. ^_^
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Layla was staring at Severus, shocked.
“So... I'm going to be completely emotional from now on? Just because I'm a freaking Veela?” he sighed.
“Not completely. You'll just be a tad bit more emotional than normal, until you get used to our new relationship and adjust to it. Right now, anything we say can make you cry, if we say it a certain way.”
“So... so why did I cry tonight?” she still wasn't understanding.
“Because, when I asked you to stop running in circles around us, because Harry was getting dizzy, the creature in you took it as, 'he cares more about Harry than me,' whichi isn't true. You know it's true and I know it's true and Harry knows it's true. But the creature in you doesn't know that. But it will in time, once we've all gotten in synce with each other. Bur for the next few days or so, yes, you will be a tad bit more emotional than normal.”
Layla flopped back onto her back, flinging her arms over her eyes and groaned.
“So why is it that the creature in me is going to be so emotional, again?” Severus settled against her stomach, getting ready for the some what long explination.
“Becauase Light Veela are different than Dark Veela.” Harry settled on his side, placing a comforting hand on Layla's esxposed thigh. “Dark Veela are the type of veela that you, Harry, saw at the world cup in your fourth year. They're very beautiful and their dance can entrance any man. Their hair is as pale as the moonlight and their skin the same. And when they get angry, they turn into ugly, bird like creatures with scaley wings.
“Light Veela, like Layla, on the other hand, don't turn into those bird like creatures when she get's mad, but she's just as scary. She can unfurl her wings and retract them at will, when she wants to, sometimes even unconsciously. They're just as beautiful as Dark Veela, but, with a more earthy feel to them. They're not as pale and they usually have a dark hair color.
“The Light Veela are prone more to richer relationships full of love and trust. They're just as sexual as Dark Veela, though they do tend to be more unsatiable than the other. They give back everything they receive during sex, hightening their partners experience further. Because their relationships are so built on trust and love, they tend to be a bit over emotional. Like tonight, for instance.
“Layla's Veela side hasn't fully adjusted to the idea of having two mates, thus not completely understanding how the relationship is going to work out between the three of us. So when I asked her to stop running around in circles, her Veela side took that to mean that Harry wasmore important. The only reason she was walking in circles around us, was her Veela side trying to get our attention and see what our reaction would be.”
“This is just bloody wonderful.” Layla muttered.
“Don't worry, love, it'll get better. After a few days your Veela side will get the feel of having two mates and learn how to adapt to the physical mental and emotional aspects of our relationship as it developes.”
“Are you sure?” she asked suspicously.
“Yes, love, I'm sure.” Layla turned to glare at Harry.
“I hate you.” he looked starlted.
“What?” she quinted her eyes.
“You're not a bloody magical creature that gets emotional. I hate you. You're the freaking boy wonder! You were the one who was supposed to get a magical creature inheritance, not me!” she whined. Harry smile.
“True, I didn't get an inheritance, but I did gain two magical creatures as my mates.” he pointed out. Layla sighed.
“I guess you're right...” but she didn't stop pouting. Severus poked her stomach, gaining her attention.
“You know, you shouldn't pout like that.” she raised and eyebrow.
“Oh, really? And why's that, Mr. Smarty?” he grinned sexily.
“Because. If you keep pouting like that, then I won't just sniff you... I might just lick... and suck.... and fuck you...” he puntuacted each option with small, light kisses on her stomach. Her insides clenched together, heat pooling inbetween her thighs.
“You don't say?” she did her best to keep pouting, fighting the urge to buck against him as he keep kissing her stomach. Harry stayed on his side, watching the two of them. Severus flickered his gaze to Harry's.
“Why so quiet, Harry?” his voice sent shivers up Layla's spin, the heat pooled between her thighs growing hotter. Harry blushed.
“I, um, I...” he looked away. Severus smiled.
“Are you... shy, Harry?” he hung his head.
“Kinda...” he twisted his hands together nervously, looking at anything but Severus.
“Hmmm... well, we'll just have to fix that, now won't we?” he growled and pinned Harrys to the bed, his arms above his head, with Severus grounding down into his growing hardness. Harry gasped and bucked up against him, clutching at his hips. Layla sat up and trailed her hand down his flat stomach, before unbottoning his shorts and snking her hand in side to grab him.
~*~
“Ablus! I've had it! You said that I would be able to see them tomorrow! That was three days ago! You've got to let me into Severus' rooms!”
“Poppy, I can't do that. They should a perfectly good reason for staying in Severus' rooms for so long. Just wait one more day and then, if they don't come out, I'll grant you access, alright?” she huffed, clearly agitated with the situation.
“Fine! But you don't grant me the access you promised me, Albus, then I swear on Merlin himself, you won't be able to call yourself a man after I'm done with you!” she turned on her heel and stormed out of his office, a cloud of doom appearing above her head.
Albus chuckled to himself as he watched her go, not worried one bit that they had stayed in Severus' rooms for three days. He had quite an idea of what was keeping their attention, and frankly he didn't want to get in the middle of it, if it meant possibly pissing off an Incubi, even a half Incubi when they were with their mates.
Doing 'unspeakable' things. Albus chucked to himself once more and popped in another lemon drop, quietly humming a soft tune to himself.
A/N: Review? Pwetty pwease?
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Layla was staring at Severus, shocked.
“So... I'm going to be completely emotional from now on? Just because I'm a freaking Veela?” he sighed.
“Not completely. You'll just be a tad bit more emotional than normal, until you get used to our new relationship and adjust to it. Right now, anything we say can make you cry, if we say it a certain way.”
“So... so why did I cry tonight?” she still wasn't understanding.
“Because, when I asked you to stop running in circles around us, because Harry was getting dizzy, the creature in you took it as, 'he cares more about Harry than me,' whichi isn't true. You know it's true and I know it's true and Harry knows it's true. But the creature in you doesn't know that. But it will in time, once we've all gotten in synce with each other. Bur for the next few days or so, yes, you will be a tad bit more emotional than normal.”
Layla flopped back onto her back, flinging her arms over her eyes and groaned.
“So why is it that the creature in me is going to be so emotional, again?” Severus settled against her stomach, getting ready for the some what long explination.
“Becauase Light Veela are different than Dark Veela.” Harry settled on his side, placing a comforting hand on Layla's esxposed thigh. “Dark Veela are the type of veela that you, Harry, saw at the world cup in your fourth year. They're very beautiful and their dance can entrance any man. Their hair is as pale as the moonlight and their skin the same. And when they get angry, they turn into ugly, bird like creatures with scaley wings.
“Light Veela, like Layla, on the other hand, don't turn into those bird like creatures when she get's mad, but she's just as scary. She can unfurl her wings and retract them at will, when she wants to, sometimes even unconsciously. They're just as beautiful as Dark Veela, but, with a more earthy feel to them. They're not as pale and they usually have a dark hair color.
“The Light Veela are prone more to richer relationships full of love and trust. They're just as sexual as Dark Veela, though they do tend to be more unsatiable than the other. They give back everything they receive during sex, hightening their partners experience further. Because their relationships are so built on trust and love, they tend to be a bit over emotional. Like tonight, for instance.
“Layla's Veela side hasn't fully adjusted to the idea of having two mates, thus not completely understanding how the relationship is going to work out between the three of us. So when I asked her to stop running around in circles, her Veela side took that to mean that Harry wasmore important. The only reason she was walking in circles around us, was her Veela side trying to get our attention and see what our reaction would be.”
“This is just bloody wonderful.” Layla muttered.
“Don't worry, love, it'll get better. After a few days your Veela side will get the feel of having two mates and learn how to adapt to the physical mental and emotional aspects of our relationship as it developes.”
“Are you sure?” she asked suspicously.
“Yes, love, I'm sure.” Layla turned to glare at Harry.
“I hate you.” he looked starlted.
“What?” she quinted her eyes.
“You're not a bloody magical creature that gets emotional. I hate you. You're the freaking boy wonder! You were the one who was supposed to get a magical creature inheritance, not me!” she whined. Harry smile.
“True, I didn't get an inheritance, but I did gain two magical creatures as my mates.” he pointed out. Layla sighed.
“I guess you're right...” but she didn't stop pouting. Severus poked her stomach, gaining her attention.
“You know, you shouldn't pout like that.” she raised and eyebrow.
“Oh, really? And why's that, Mr. Smarty?” he grinned sexily.
“Because. If you keep pouting like that, then I won't just sniff you... I might just lick... and suck.... and fuck you...” he puntuacted each option with small, light kisses on her stomach. Her insides clenched together, heat pooling inbetween her thighs.
“You don't say?” she did her best to keep pouting, fighting the urge to buck against him as he keep kissing her stomach. Harry stayed on his side, watching the two of them. Severus flickered his gaze to Harry's.
“Why so quiet, Harry?” his voice sent shivers up Layla's spin, the heat pooled between her thighs growing hotter. Harry blushed.
“I, um, I...” he looked away. Severus smiled.
“Are you... shy, Harry?” he hung his head.
“Kinda...” he twisted his hands together nervously, looking at anything but Severus.
“Hmmm... well, we'll just have to fix that, now won't we?” he growled and pinned Harrys to the bed, his arms above his head, with Severus grounding down into his growing hardness. Harry gasped and bucked up against him, clutching at his hips. Layla sat up and trailed her hand down his flat stomach, before unbottoning his shorts and snking her hand in side to grab him.
~*~
“Ablus! I've had it! You said that I would be able to see them tomorrow! That was three days ago! You've got to let me into Severus' rooms!”
“Poppy, I can't do that. They should a perfectly good reason for staying in Severus' rooms for so long. Just wait one more day and then, if they don't come out, I'll grant you access, alright?” she huffed, clearly agitated with the situation.
“Fine! But you don't grant me the access you promised me, Albus, then I swear on Merlin himself, you won't be able to call yourself a man after I'm done with you!” she turned on her heel and stormed out of his office, a cloud of doom appearing above her head.
Albus chuckled to himself as he watched her go, not worried one bit that they had stayed in Severus' rooms for three days. He had quite an idea of what was keeping their attention, and frankly he didn't want to get in the middle of it, if it meant possibly pissing off an Incubi, even a half Incubi when they were with their mates.
Doing 'unspeakable' things. Albus chucked to himself once more and popped in another lemon drop, quietly humming a soft tune to himself.
A/N: Review? Pwetty pwease?