Darkened Lust

Darkened Lust
Part Twenty-Six

By Ami E. Bowen and Rebecca (Becca) Middleton

“And you, my little one,” Ami heard Snape whisper as he reached down to caress her cheek, “what would you like to have done to you?” Ami’s breath caught as images rushed through her mind of everything they had done until this point, her sex dampening in response.

She heard Severus laugh and say in mock reproof, “My dear, even a wizard cannot do all that at once.” She blushed as she heard Becca giggle, for she too, had seen what went through her mind at the question. Gently shifting Becca to his side, he held his free arm out to Ami. “Come,” he said.

Instead, Ami smiled slowly and bent to take his now exposed cock in her mouth, relishing the harsh breath she heard from him as she swirled her tongue around the head. Just when did he take his clothes off? she momentarily wondered before the feel of him, the taste of him, drove everything else from her mind. “Minx!” he growled before Becca pushed him back and began kissing him deeply.

She reached down with one hand between his legs, beneath Ami’s chin, to fondle his balls while Ami slowly, rhythmically sucked him, her head bobbing up and down. Snape groaned into Becca’s mouth, and he tangled his hands roughly in their hair.

More, both women heard clearly in their minds as he began thrusting his hips to meet Ami’s mouth, urging her to match his rhythm, while inserting his tongue in Becca’s mouth.

He moaned in approval when she began to suck it as though it were a miniature cock. He had never felt the equal of the pleasure these two were giving him, had given him from the beginning, all because of their true desire for him, their unselfish love of him…and his for them.

Severus felt his orgasm begin to build and made no attempt to control it. He could feel from his two ladies that though they loved it when he was in control of them, what they wanted just now was to feel him lose that control, and know they were the cause of it.

They wouldn’t have long to wait, indeed, just as the thought went through his mind, he felt his balls tighten an instant before Ami felt his seed rush through the vein on the underside of his cock and explode into her mouth. She swallowed eagerly, loving the unique taste of his juice, with it’s underlying faintly sweet flavor.

A harsh cry escaped him as he threw his head back in ecstasy. Becca’s lips fastened on his throat, sucking, marking his flesh, and he held the back of her head firmly, telling her without words that it was all right to leave her mark on him. As Ami lifted her head and wiped her lips, he pulled her upwards with the hand still grasping her hair, urging her to the other side of his throat.

Glancing at her friend and seeing what she was doing, Ami understood he wanted the same of her. With the greatest pleasure she fulfilled his unspoken wish, the two women marking him, at least for now, as theirs.

~*~*~

Meanwhile, in the livingroom, the "golden trio" were doing their best to disregard the noises they were hearing from the room down the corridor. Though Ron's cheeks were painted red and Hermione was messing with the blankets Becca had left them. Harry merely glared at the entrance to the hallway once before turning his gaze towards the blank television screen.

"I'll take the sofa," Ron piped up in as much an excuse to talk over the sounds they were trying to ignore as to figure out where they were all going to sleep. Hermione threw a throw pillow at him. It bounced harmlessly off the ginger-haired young man's head. "Hey! What was that for?!"

"You're supposed to offer up the comfortable bedding to the ladies, Ronald!" she huffed, and crossed her arms over her chest where she sat in the blue recliner. Ron, sitting on the sofa he'd just, kind of, claimed, rubbed his temple as though the pillow had actually hurt. "Well...well...you didn't have to hit me!"

"Oh, grow up!"

"You first," Hermione said but before Ron could open his mouth for a clever retort Harry spun away from his observation of his own refection in the television set's dark glass to hiss at them; "Knock it off. Both of you. How can you sit there...bickering...like...like...when this is going on!?"

"H-Harry..." Hermione stood and walked over to him, placing a hand upon his arm. He ran his fingers through his tossled dark hair and sighed, "I know this is hard, but...but we can't fall apart."

"I...I know...it's just..." Harry dropped his hand and looked at his two friends. Hermione saw that there were tears behind his lids and one thing that was clear to all of them. He was exhausted. They all were. Hermione hadn't been exaggerating when she'd said that everything had fallen apart since...since the night the Death Eaters had come.

"We should try to sleep," Hermione said, at which a came a particularily loud groan of obvious pleasure from the closed bedroom she knew her former Professor was sharing with his "ladies" and she flushed a deep plum shade.

"Hmph... If we can with all thier racket." Harry said, yet settled down on the floor with one of the pillows and blankets, leaving the others for his friends.

"I was just kidding, Hermione," Ron said, as she sat down on the sofa next to him, leaning over to kiss her cheek, "You can have sofa."

"Thanks," she said, "But, you go ahead and take it. I...I don't think I'm going to be able to sleep much tonight."

"But, Hermione!" Ron cried, "You're tired! I know you are! You've been up for...say! When was the last time you slept, anyway?"

Hermione closed her eyes, rubbed the area between them and opened them again. "I don't know," she said, with a half-shrug, "But I know I'm too tired right now to sleep. My mind won't shut off. Go to sleep, Ronald. I'm going to get some reading done while I'm up." she stood and walked over to the pile of books Becca had left for her read and sat back down in the recliner she'd vacated.

"Okay...but you have to sleep sometime."

"Is that a threat, Ronald?" Hermione said, not looking up from the book now open in her lap. Instead of answering, Ron grabbed a blanket and pillow and flopped down on the floor next to Harry. Hermione smiled to herself.

She always knew the redhead would give her the sofa. "'Night, 'Mione..." he mumbled into his pillow, "'arry..." But, Harry, Hermione noticed when she glanced up for half a second, was all ready dead to the world. She cringed inwardly at her choice of expression and sighed, lowering her eyes back to the type upon the page.

~*~*~

He had grown hard again as the two women sucked eagerly at his neck. Moaning low in his throat Severus stroked their hair and, without a word, carefully disengaged first Ami and then Becca, smiling at them, his dark eyes darker yet with unbridled lust.

With a gutteral cry, he claimed Ami's mouth, sending shivers racing along her spine as his fingers played across her backbone, tickling across her flesh until he reached the back of her head, tugging at her hair with a fist wrapped about the tendrils just as he knew she liked it.

Becca leaned forward and captured one of Ami's nipples with her lips, twirling her tongue around the hardening nub and causing her friend and lover to moan deeply into Severus' mouth. In silence, his mouth and tongue and lips all plundering Ami's willing mouth, Severus, with Becca's aide, guided Ami to him.

Severus was nearly undone for the third time that night when he felt himself slide within Ami's wet tightness. Releasing his mouth to sit up, Ami cried out as she clamped around Severus' cock. Becca let go of Ami's breast long enough to crawl towards Severus' mouth and take up the task that Ami had just vacated.

Laying back down, Severus took Becca by the back of her neck and drew her towards him, his tongue diving into her mouth matching the rhythym Ami was setting as she ground her hips against his cock, embedding him further within her soaked core.

"Come, my love," Severus gasped, his voice hardly above a whisper, "We can all find our pleasure..." Becca gasped at finding herself, moments later, at a mental image from Severus, on her knees, her legs on either side of his head, her hands gripping the bed's headboard.

Her small cries of pleasure were like music to both Ami and Severus' ears as he licked and nibbled at Becca, taking his time to suck and lap at her blood-engorged clit as Ami continued to move upon his shaft, her breasts bouncing each time she shifted, her eyes closed, head thrown back and mouth open in a silent cry of estasy.

"Oooh...God! Severus..." he bit Becca a little too hard upon her slickened nub and Becca cried out in pain, "I...I mean...Ooh...Professor...Oh, my fucking GOD!" he chuckled into her sex as he continued to taste her juices, licking where he'd just bit to ease the pain and bring her to the brink of her pleasure and beyond.

As she watched, Ami's own hands were anything but idle. Bringing one to her breast, she squeezed and fondled herself, bringing her nipples to further hardness. The other hand she dipped between her legs, finding her own clit as damp and slick as Becca's.

As Severus bucked his hips into her's, she moved her fingers across herself, swiftly, finding release a moment before Becca's strangled cries and jerking spasms above Severus' mouth filled their senses.

The moment of his women's joined climax was enough to herald his own, and with a few sudden upwards thrusts into Ami, he spilled himself deep within her womb, gasping as he felt her tightening around him in a series of pulses that told him she hadn't yet recovered from her own orgasm.

To be contined...