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Growing Closer
A/N -- Thanks to my beta, Kathy Rose. She rocks!
Lucius makes an appearance. Corinthia goes to dinner with Sirius and Remus.
Chapter Three
--
Staring at the letter in her hand, Corinthia smiled. Actually, it was more an invitation than it was a letter.
Dinner, seven o'clock. Sirius' place.
It was written in Remus' handwriting. She flipped the card over, looking to see if there was anything else to the letter. She had been with Remus for several weeks now, he normally Apparating directly into her sitting room. She hadn't seen or heard from Sirius since James had announced Lily's pregnancy. She had sent him some owls, but they had returned to her, the letters unopened.
She had asked Remus about Sirius, but he never had answered her question, kissing her until she'd forgotten that she'd asked.
Setting the card on her desk, she glared at the clock, excitement and fear settling in the pit of her stomach. Tonight was going to be interesting. Or tonight could be just dinner. Whichever it turned out to be, she was certain that it would be memorable.
"Good afternoon, Miss Masters." A snide voice interrupted her thoughts. "Do you normally waste Ministry time daydreaming?"
Startled, Corinthia looked up. Standing before her in fine custom-tailored robes was Lucius Malfoy. She plastered a smile upon her lips. "Can I help you, Mr. Malfoy?"
He held an envelope out and motioned for her to take it. "I certainly hope so." His dispassionate gray eyes held hers. "My wife and I are throwing a little get-together this evening. It would seem that the guest list is a little lopsided. Pure-blood women are in such high demand these days."
Corinthia set the invitation on her desk and pushed it toward him. "Thank you for thinking of me, but I have other plans."
Lucius glanced at her hand, his eyes lingering on the other slip of paper next to it "“ the dinner invitation from Remus. "I see."
Putting her hand over the card, Corinthia's smile widened.
The Death Eater's charming grin faded. "Pity," he stated coldly. "The younger Mr. Black would so much more suitable than the mongrel and his werewolf. You do realize Sirius Black was disinherited, don't you?"
Even though her heart hammered wildly in her chest, she put forth a brave front. "Money isn't everything," she replied haughtily as she stood up and pocketed Remus' note. "Beside, I have enough money to keep more than one wizard comfortable."
Malfoy's stare narrowed and he grasped his cane. "Your choice is a misfortunate tragedy."
Before Corinthia could reply, Lucius strode away without a second glance, the strike of his cane sharp against the tile floor.
Staring at the aristocrat's back, she frowned. She definitely wasn't going to tell Sirius or Remus about this. They were already too protective as it was. She didn't need another big brother.
--
\"I still don\'t think this is a good idea,\" Remus affirmed, following Sirius down the hall. He was in the middle of the werewolf cycle, more man than wolf. This was the time of the month that he actually felt like a whole man.
\"This is the perfect time. This is when you've got the most control,\" Sirius announced gleefully. \"Besides, you\'ve had her all to yourself for several weeks. It\'s time I get to play.\"
Remus groaned. \"This isn\'t a game, Sirius. She\'s not a plaything. You can\'t just bed her and prowl the streets for more conquests. You're such a randy bastard!\" They were lovers, but they weren\'t exclusive.
\"Perhaps I've reformed," Sirius replied sheepishly, wiggling his eyebrows. \"She and I have so much in common -- you. I may be a rake, but I can change.\"
Remus snorted in disgust.
Sirius tugged on the sleeves of his expensive dark blue robe.
Remus rolled his eyes. He had spent every night of the last few weeks in Corinthia's bed and she had kept asking him when Sirius would be joining them. The idea of a ménage-a-trios appealed to him, but he was possessive of both his lovers and didn't want to share them with one another. Corinthia was full of surprises. She even knew a few things about Sirius that he didn't. When he had alluded to Sirius' many indiscretions, her response had taken him by surprise.
\"I know all about his character, Remus J. Lupin,\" she had responded, pretending to be aghast. \"He\'s a rake of the most torrid sort, and he loves you dearly. When he approached me, his sentiments were quite clear. You and he are a package. Can't have one without the other. I have no intentions of coming between you"¦unless of course I\'m firmly implanted between the two of you, being shagged in every way imaginable.\"
Remus grinned, the image of Corinthia's delicate frame between them sending shivers of desire pounding through his veins. A knock on the door broke his reverie and he felt a leap of fear in his chest. Who would he be more jealous of -- Corinthia or Sirius?
Sirius opened the door and smiled. \"Hello, Corinthia.\"
She chuckled. \"Oh my goodness, Sirius. You look dashing. Shall we just skip dinner and shag now?\"
Taking her coat, Sirius threw his head back and laughed.
Walking up to Remus, Corinthia wrapped her arms around his solid build and offered her lips for a kiss.
Her robe was a modest velvet black and felt soft beneath his hands. Lowering his head, Remus watched her cinnamon eyes flutter closed in anticipation. He sucked her bottom lip between his teeth and nibbled of the sensitive flesh leisurely. Releasing it, he deepened the kiss, flicking his tongue against hers. She leaned into him, moaning. Sensing Sirius' stare, he broke the kiss and nuzzled her cheek.
\"Hello, Corinthia,\" Remus greeted her, his gravely voice deep with lust.
"It isn't a contest, Remus," Sirius berated his friend jokingly, pushing his way between the two lovers. He grinned at Corinthia. "Skipping dinner sounds very appealing, love."
"Tease," the woman laughed nervously as they approached the dinner table.
--
Standing next to the fire and staring into the mirror above the mantle, Remus listened to his lovers' idle chitchat. Sirius was sitting next to her, gingerly twirling one of her errant brown curls as if it were natural exchange between them. Sirius was a master at seduction, the manner of his body language leaving himself open for anything.
Remus grinned. Corinthia was nervous. He could see it in her posture, and if his lycan proclivities were prevalent, he would probably be able to smell her nervousness. She wasn't really paying attention to Sirius' words. He could hear it in her one-syllabic answers.
Her unsure stare met his in the mirror, Sirius totally oblivious to the undercurrents between him and Corinthia. His grin fading, Remus nodded his head slightly, silently encouraging her to do whatever she wanted to do.
Who knows? She may decide against taking Sirius as a lover. It was, after all, her decision.
Remus' thoughts were interrupted at an abrupt silence. Sirius had stopped talking and was now staring at him in the mirror. Quirking his head to the side, Remus turned to look at his two lovers. Standing, Corinthia approached him.
He could lose himself in her eyes. They were a dark chocolate brown whereas Sirius' eyes were a misty gray. As she drew closer, Remus held his breath and clenched his hands into fists by his side. Even though he was in control, the threat of Moony's jealous tendencies stilled loomed.
Taking his hand in hers, she brushed her lips over his knuckles. "I love you."
She dropped his hand and turned toward Sirius who was still sitting on the sofa. Remus could only see the graceful arch of her back as she leaned over and kissed Sirius. She straddled his lap.
Remus chuckled, watching Corinthia try to dominate Sirius. Sirius' fingers flexed on her hips as the kiss intensified. He wondered how long Sirius was going to allow her to call the shots. Tired of only being able to see her back, Remus walked around the sofa, stopping to watch the give and take of passionate play.
Their eyes were closed, both of them unaware that he had moved closer. Sirius clutched her hips and rocked her back and forth on his lap. Her hands were fisted in his lover's short hair.
A loud "pop" next to the mantle broke the mood, alarming both wizards. They reached for their wands. Corinthia landed unceremoniously on the floor with a startled "ugh."
--
Panting, Corinthia watched wide-eyed as Remus hurried to the mantle and picked up what looked like a phoenix feather. Sirius stood behind him and they spoke in whispered tones that she was unable to hear. Before she knew it, Remus Disapparated.
"What?" She gaped and pointed to the spot where her lover had been standing as if she had the power to bring him back.
Sirius closed the short distance between them and gathered the witch in his arms. "Something came up. Remus had to leave."
Trying to push Sirius away and make sense of the rude departure, Corinthia huffed. "I can see he left. Where did he go?"
Not relinquishing his hold, Sirius nuzzled a spot behind her ear and tried to distract her. "He'll be back."
She would not be put off and continued to push him away. "Where did he go?"
"He went to work." Sirius' lips grazed along the column of her neck, his nimble fingers undoing the fastenings of her robe.
"Don't be ridiculous." She shuddered, feeling the familiar tightening in the pit of her stomach. "Remus d-doesn't have a j-job."
"He does now," Sirius murmured against her collar, pushing folds of material away.
"And just what does he do?" she managed to ask as she felt cool air against her lace-covered breasts.
Sirius knelt before her, wetting the lace with his tongue and teasing her nipple with the promise of release. "He's a spy for a top-secret order."
Hearing the teasing in his voice, she renewed her struggle to push him away. "You're not funny, Sirius."
--
He held onto the furious witch, trying to think of a plausible excuse. "Calm down, Corrie. I'm sorry."
She looked furious.
He pulled her closer, inhaling the scent of her hair. "Remus does some free-lance work for a few people," he lied, trying to make this as vague as possible and mentally making a note to tell Remus what he'd lied about. "When they call, he goes. No questions asked. It's what he does."
Her wide brown eyes peered into his and, for a moment, Sirius thought that she might be into Legilimency like Snape. He looked away.
Corinthia took his face in her palms and gently forced him to look at her. "Is he safe?"
Sirius sighed, the ache in his gut whenever the Order called growing. "No one is," he answered softly, "especially with You-Know-Who on the loose."
She closed her eyes, but not before he saw the tears sparkle on her lashes.
"He'll be fine, Corrie." Sirius pulled her onto his lap and hugged her. "Remus got top marks in Defense against the Dark Arts."
She mumbled something against his shoulder and tried to scoot off his lap, but he held her. "Corrie, I "“" The rest of his words were muffled as her lips settled on his.
The kiss was hesitant, both man and woman seemingly asking if the act was right, but the question was lost as passion won.
With one arm, Sirius held her. With the other, he went about divesting her of her clothing. Desperation seized him and he yearned to be inside her more than he needed to breathe. He slid her knickers down her thighs and off her legs, she twisting and turning to assist him.
Bunching Corinthia's robes around her waist, he pushed a finger into her damp heat. Somehow he managed to remove his robes and push his trousers and boxers down. In one natural, fluid movement, she slid over him, encasing his aching shaft in silken ecstasy.
"Wait," Sirius huffed, fumbling through his robes for something.
Corinthia groaned and started to rock back and forth.
He grabbed her hips and stilled her movements. "For pity's sake, Corrie! Please stop!"
Her lustful gaze cooled and she tried to move off him.
"Merlin's sake, witch," Sirius hissed. "I'm trying to cast a Contraceptive Charm."
--
"Oh," she gasped, blushing. "Why didn't you say something sooner?"
Corinthia fussed with the folds of her robe and produced her wand. Their union had been so hurried and desperate, she'd forgotten protection. She murmured the incantation and felt Sirius' member twitch deep inside her.
"Thank the Gods," groaned Sirius, grabbing her hips and holding her above him. Gasping as he pumped into her, Corinthia arched her back. The feel of rough wool against their half-naked bodies lending to their heightened sense of urgency, they lost themselves in one another.
She could feel the spiral tighten, threatening to break and release the pressure between them. Feeling his hands under her robes and kneading her arse, she tossed her head back and guiltily embraced the deep orgasm. Sirius shuddered beneath her soon after.
Feeling the warm secretion flood her channel, Corinthia stilled on top of him, thoughts of Remus flitting through her mind.
Shifting beneath her and undoing the fastenings of her robe, Sirius chuckled. "No wonder he gets cranky so easily. You are addictive."
Corinthia blushed and help Sirius remove the rest of her clothing. "How often do you and Remus discuss my shag-ability?" she asked jokingly.
Her robe and blouse were shoved off her shoulders and fell unceremoniously to the floor, causing the wizard to grin shamelessly. "He hates leaving you every morning, but he doesn't want anyone to know. Very few people know about him and me."
Listening to Sirius, she placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.
"I seduced him our last year at Hogwarts. It was quite a task, I assure you," the arrogant wizard said against her sensitive collar as he unhooked her bra and bared her breasts.
"Merlin, you're beautiful," Sirius sighed in wonder as he plucked one of her nipples.
Smacking his hand away so that he could not distract her, Corinthia looked into his eyes. "Focus, Sirius. Tell me more."
"I seduced him two nights before a full moon." Sirius gazed into her eyes, cupping his palm against her cheek and rubbing his thumb along her swollen lip. "It was rough. After his transformation, he wouldn't speak to me."
"He does tend to be a arse when he's moping," she mumbled.
"He marked me." He tugged his robe off his shoulder, exposing a jagged, mouth-shaped scar on his shoulder. "It hurt like hell, but I wouldn't change any of it. Remus is noble to the point of self-sacrifice. It's quite annoying. Whenever we'd start talking about sex or relationships, he would leave. The bloody Ministry and their bloody laws!"
Sirius wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight against him. She could barely breathe for he was hugging her so tightly. Silent anger coursed through the man who was still intimately connected to her.
There was a catch in his voice when he started to talk again. "During our fourth year at Hogwarts, the Ministry sent Aurors to pick him up. They had orders to take him to St. Mungo's for"¦sterilization. Those fucking bastards treated him like an animal. They still do."
Sirius relaxed his hold and rested her cheek against her chest. There was no need for words, both unable to right the injustices of their world.
"Then it's fortunate that Remus has us, isn't it," she whispered, kissing the top of his head.
--
Remus watched as dawn broke over the horizon, heralding an end to his shift. Moody had replaced him and his report to the Auror had been short and succinct. There had been no activity at Malfoy Manor.
He cursed under his breath as he walked into the house. Sirius had undoubtedly shagged Corinthia senseless and he had missed it. At least, he hoped Sirius had shagged their female lover. That is what he had suggested before he left last night.
The answer to the question that had haunted him all night long was upstairs. Taking those stairs two at a time, Remus tried to calm Moony.
They are our lovers. We are theirs. We've made love to both "“ marked both. There will be no jealousy, no territorial claims on either beta, Wolf, Remus reminded the dormant canine.
Opening the door, Remus paused, taking in the sight of Sirius and Corinthia. They were sound asleep, the Animagus' head resting on the dark-haired witch's creamy breasts. As he got closer, he could smell sex. Sweat and ejaculate coated their skin like an invisible testament.
Always a light sleeper, Sirius twitched and opened his eyes.
Remus covered his mouth with his finger, silently telling the younger wizard to be quiet. He didn't know where to start. The smoldering look in Sirius' gray eyes beckoned to his libido, but the mingled sent of his two lovers called to a ravenous Moony.
Yanking his clothes off, Remus knelt on the bed and crawled toward their covered feet.
Corinthia snored lightly.
"What are you doing?" Sirius whispered with a promising grin.
Remus grabbed the duvet and pushed it over Corinthia's feet and up her legs. "Have you tasted her yet?" He barely recognized his own voice. It was laced with lustful need.
"No," Sirius replied. "Not yet. She is quite bossy. She wouldn't get off me."
Remus snorted, gently pushing the sleeping witch's legs up and apart. "Poor, baby. Dominated again."
"I'm not complaining." Sirius smirked.
Remus inhaled sharply. "This is bliss," he murmured huskily, licking her inner thighs. "This is like a banquet for me. I wonder what you and Corinthia taste like mixed together."
--
Her dreams dissolved and delectable reality ensnared her. A tongue laved up and down her slit and she sighed, "Sirius."
"Wrong," a mischievous voice whispered close to her ear.
Corinthia's eyes snapped open and she saw Sirius grinning down at her. Fingers pushed into her, pressing against the upper wall of her passage.
"How do we taste, Moony?" Sirius asked their werewolf lover as he plucked her nipples.
She heard Remus moane something unintelligible and groaned in response, fisting her fingers in his hair and pushing the crux of her thighs against his seeking mouth.
Her groan was swallowed as Sirius pressed his lips against hers. Remus lapped at her moist core, alternately removing his fingers and licking them clean. She was dripping wet, the night's activities coupled with Remus libidos attentions soaking the bedclothes beneath her. Remus shifted against her and she moaned his disappointment.
Her moan turned into an appreciative growl when he returned. He moved his fingers against her, some of them brushing against her perineum. Ever since she had agreed to become their lover, she had pictured being between them. The decadent picture flitted through her mind and she opened her legs wider.
Tearing her mouth away from Sirius's lips, Corinthia panted. "Please, Remus."
Sirius knelt beside her, lazily sucking her nipples and running his hands over Remus' broad shoulders. Neglecting both his lovers, Sirius crawled off the bed and walked into the bathroom.
Remus continued to rub her perineum, sucking her clit and fucking her furiously with his fingers. Closing her eyes, she came.
Sated, she collapsed against the bed sheets, barely feeling Remus kiss and lick his way up her body. Finally he reached her lips and placed a gentle kiss on them.
"Morning," he whispered, smiling wolfishly.
"Bunch up, Remus," her other lover murmured behind the werewolf.
Sirius held a vial and shook it invitingly. "Drink this, love," he urged, placing it against her lips.
"What is it?" she asked him trustingly, the liquid splashing against her tongue. The sour taste making her face wrinkle. "Yuck!"
"You'll see, love." Sirius smirked and tossed the vial over his shoulder.
Remus rolled his eyes. "Always the impetuous one."
She watched as Remus pulled Sirius on top of him and snogged him senseless. The play of tongues and lips aroused her and unconsciously she slid her hand down her body and fingered her slit. There was a tingling sensation in her arse and realized that her deviant fantasy was close to becoming reality.
Breathless, Sirius broke the kiss. "You're right, Moony. She's divine."
"Shove off, Padfoot," Remus growled menacingly and pushed Sirius down his body.
Wide-eyed, she watched Sirius pout but comply, and yelped as Remus picked her up and moved her on top of him. The invasion of his thick shaft sent sharp waves of bliss rolling through her. She was exposed "“ open "“ the feel of air against her bum causing her to tense.
Remus and Sirius were above normal in the size department. Would they fit?
Remus growled beneath her, sliding his fingers between them and finding her clit. "Hurry up, Padfoot."
"Do shut up, Moony," Sirius replied huskily, kneading the flesh of her arse. His voice sounded muffled. "Lift up, Corrie," he instructed softly.
As she did, she felt Remus slip from her. It wasn't long before she realized what Sirius was doing. Remus closed his eyes and fidgeted beneath her, groaning as if he were in pain.
Sirius smacked his lips. "Corinthia covered Remus. Very tasty. Highly recommended."
She would have laughed, but the sudden press of Remus' cock against her opening silenced her. He was so deep. If he went any deeper, he'd touch her cervix. His eyes were glazed with lust.
Jumping as she felt Sirius spread her arse cheeks, she tensed. She didn't know what to expect, but she shivered when she felt the probe of a tongue against her anal rim. Feeling the firm muscle of his tongue penetrate the taboo passage, Corinthia surrendered to the desire that lanced through her.
Sirius murmured something against her fleshy cheeks and mirrors materialized around them. She looked down at Remus who was looking over her shoulder. There was even a mirror on the ceiling. Reflection blended into reflection, angles revealing angles. It was as though she had a front row seat as she watched Remus beneath her and Sirius behind her.
She would have closed her eyes, but Sirius' gaze captured hers in one of the mirrors. She watched and felt as he tongued his way along the crevice. Remus flexed inside her, waiting patiently for Sirius to take her.
"Relax, love," Sirius instructed, giving one last languorous lick.
Taking a deep shuddering breath, Corinthia marveled at the sensation of his finger sliding so easily into her. Her elbows could no longer support her weight and she collapsed on top of Remus, exposing more of herself for Sirius' languid perusal.
The feel of Remus' coarse hair against her breasts took away from the feel of another finger entering her. She looked to the side mirror, watching as Sirius lie on his side and work his digits into her.
"Relax, love," he repeated softly and kissed the small of her back. "Trust me."
"I do," she whimpered. The glide was pleasurable. The pressure was different and she yearned to lose control.
Remus' eyes were slammed shut and his breathing even. If she didn't feel him pulsing inside her, she would think he was asleep.
Another finger penetrated her back entrance and she felt a twist and a turn of his fingers deeper and deeper. The fullness grew, pressing against the thin barrier that separated them from Remus. But it could be fuller. She grew greedy, needing that fullness for her journey to fulfillment.
"Sirius, please," she begged, reaching behind herself and grasping one of her bum cheeks. "I need you."
The younger wizard needed no encouragement. His fingers slid out of her and the mattress sagged behind her. The questioning prod of satin flesh against her back passage made her gasp, causing Sirius to pause.
She rubbed her face against Remus' shoulder, growling in frustration.
"You'd better hurry up," panted Remus. "Our witch is growing impatient."
Gripping her hips and angling her, Sirius broke through her resisting muscles, firmly implanting his cock until he bottomed out.
She felt as though she were about to burst. Both her lovers were as deep as they could go, still and demanding her body to stretch to accommodate them. Sirius was the first to move, extracting a cry from the woman and a grunt from the man.
The empty sensation made her feel bereft. "Please," she pleaded, trying to move between the two men. Remus grabbed her hips, interlocking his fingers with Sirius'.
The ebb and flow of erratic movement threw her over the edge. When Remus pushed, Sirius pulled. Both wizards hammered into her, one of them pinching and rubbing her clit and begging her to come.
"I want to feel you come around my cock, baby."
Following the instructions, she gave in and felt the last of control slip from her body.
"Morgana's tits!" one of them exclaimed.
Feeling jets of semen pour into her, Corinthia cried out and surrendered to the darkness.
--
Sirius rolled off them, struggling to catch his breath. As usual Remus was sated and calm. Managing to crack an eye open, Sirius glanced at Corrie, who looked as though she were passed out. He nudged her and she didn't even move.
"Do you think she'll always pass out when we shag her like this?" he asked, with his usual tact.
Remus grunted, running his hand up and down the curve of their witch's back.
*****
Lucius makes an appearance. Corinthia goes to dinner with Sirius and Remus.
Chapter Three
--
Staring at the letter in her hand, Corinthia smiled. Actually, it was more an invitation than it was a letter.
Dinner, seven o'clock. Sirius' place.
It was written in Remus' handwriting. She flipped the card over, looking to see if there was anything else to the letter. She had been with Remus for several weeks now, he normally Apparating directly into her sitting room. She hadn't seen or heard from Sirius since James had announced Lily's pregnancy. She had sent him some owls, but they had returned to her, the letters unopened.
She had asked Remus about Sirius, but he never had answered her question, kissing her until she'd forgotten that she'd asked.
Setting the card on her desk, she glared at the clock, excitement and fear settling in the pit of her stomach. Tonight was going to be interesting. Or tonight could be just dinner. Whichever it turned out to be, she was certain that it would be memorable.
"Good afternoon, Miss Masters." A snide voice interrupted her thoughts. "Do you normally waste Ministry time daydreaming?"
Startled, Corinthia looked up. Standing before her in fine custom-tailored robes was Lucius Malfoy. She plastered a smile upon her lips. "Can I help you, Mr. Malfoy?"
He held an envelope out and motioned for her to take it. "I certainly hope so." His dispassionate gray eyes held hers. "My wife and I are throwing a little get-together this evening. It would seem that the guest list is a little lopsided. Pure-blood women are in such high demand these days."
Corinthia set the invitation on her desk and pushed it toward him. "Thank you for thinking of me, but I have other plans."
Lucius glanced at her hand, his eyes lingering on the other slip of paper next to it "“ the dinner invitation from Remus. "I see."
Putting her hand over the card, Corinthia's smile widened.
The Death Eater's charming grin faded. "Pity," he stated coldly. "The younger Mr. Black would so much more suitable than the mongrel and his werewolf. You do realize Sirius Black was disinherited, don't you?"
Even though her heart hammered wildly in her chest, she put forth a brave front. "Money isn't everything," she replied haughtily as she stood up and pocketed Remus' note. "Beside, I have enough money to keep more than one wizard comfortable."
Malfoy's stare narrowed and he grasped his cane. "Your choice is a misfortunate tragedy."
Before Corinthia could reply, Lucius strode away without a second glance, the strike of his cane sharp against the tile floor.
Staring at the aristocrat's back, she frowned. She definitely wasn't going to tell Sirius or Remus about this. They were already too protective as it was. She didn't need another big brother.
--
\"I still don\'t think this is a good idea,\" Remus affirmed, following Sirius down the hall. He was in the middle of the werewolf cycle, more man than wolf. This was the time of the month that he actually felt like a whole man.
\"This is the perfect time. This is when you've got the most control,\" Sirius announced gleefully. \"Besides, you\'ve had her all to yourself for several weeks. It\'s time I get to play.\"
Remus groaned. \"This isn\'t a game, Sirius. She\'s not a plaything. You can\'t just bed her and prowl the streets for more conquests. You're such a randy bastard!\" They were lovers, but they weren\'t exclusive.
\"Perhaps I've reformed," Sirius replied sheepishly, wiggling his eyebrows. \"She and I have so much in common -- you. I may be a rake, but I can change.\"
Remus snorted in disgust.
Sirius tugged on the sleeves of his expensive dark blue robe.
Remus rolled his eyes. He had spent every night of the last few weeks in Corinthia's bed and she had kept asking him when Sirius would be joining them. The idea of a ménage-a-trios appealed to him, but he was possessive of both his lovers and didn't want to share them with one another. Corinthia was full of surprises. She even knew a few things about Sirius that he didn't. When he had alluded to Sirius' many indiscretions, her response had taken him by surprise.
\"I know all about his character, Remus J. Lupin,\" she had responded, pretending to be aghast. \"He\'s a rake of the most torrid sort, and he loves you dearly. When he approached me, his sentiments were quite clear. You and he are a package. Can't have one without the other. I have no intentions of coming between you"¦unless of course I\'m firmly implanted between the two of you, being shagged in every way imaginable.\"
Remus grinned, the image of Corinthia's delicate frame between them sending shivers of desire pounding through his veins. A knock on the door broke his reverie and he felt a leap of fear in his chest. Who would he be more jealous of -- Corinthia or Sirius?
Sirius opened the door and smiled. \"Hello, Corinthia.\"
She chuckled. \"Oh my goodness, Sirius. You look dashing. Shall we just skip dinner and shag now?\"
Taking her coat, Sirius threw his head back and laughed.
Walking up to Remus, Corinthia wrapped her arms around his solid build and offered her lips for a kiss.
Her robe was a modest velvet black and felt soft beneath his hands. Lowering his head, Remus watched her cinnamon eyes flutter closed in anticipation. He sucked her bottom lip between his teeth and nibbled of the sensitive flesh leisurely. Releasing it, he deepened the kiss, flicking his tongue against hers. She leaned into him, moaning. Sensing Sirius' stare, he broke the kiss and nuzzled her cheek.
\"Hello, Corinthia,\" Remus greeted her, his gravely voice deep with lust.
"It isn't a contest, Remus," Sirius berated his friend jokingly, pushing his way between the two lovers. He grinned at Corinthia. "Skipping dinner sounds very appealing, love."
"Tease," the woman laughed nervously as they approached the dinner table.
--
Standing next to the fire and staring into the mirror above the mantle, Remus listened to his lovers' idle chitchat. Sirius was sitting next to her, gingerly twirling one of her errant brown curls as if it were natural exchange between them. Sirius was a master at seduction, the manner of his body language leaving himself open for anything.
Remus grinned. Corinthia was nervous. He could see it in her posture, and if his lycan proclivities were prevalent, he would probably be able to smell her nervousness. She wasn't really paying attention to Sirius' words. He could hear it in her one-syllabic answers.
Her unsure stare met his in the mirror, Sirius totally oblivious to the undercurrents between him and Corinthia. His grin fading, Remus nodded his head slightly, silently encouraging her to do whatever she wanted to do.
Who knows? She may decide against taking Sirius as a lover. It was, after all, her decision.
Remus' thoughts were interrupted at an abrupt silence. Sirius had stopped talking and was now staring at him in the mirror. Quirking his head to the side, Remus turned to look at his two lovers. Standing, Corinthia approached him.
He could lose himself in her eyes. They were a dark chocolate brown whereas Sirius' eyes were a misty gray. As she drew closer, Remus held his breath and clenched his hands into fists by his side. Even though he was in control, the threat of Moony's jealous tendencies stilled loomed.
Taking his hand in hers, she brushed her lips over his knuckles. "I love you."
She dropped his hand and turned toward Sirius who was still sitting on the sofa. Remus could only see the graceful arch of her back as she leaned over and kissed Sirius. She straddled his lap.
Remus chuckled, watching Corinthia try to dominate Sirius. Sirius' fingers flexed on her hips as the kiss intensified. He wondered how long Sirius was going to allow her to call the shots. Tired of only being able to see her back, Remus walked around the sofa, stopping to watch the give and take of passionate play.
Their eyes were closed, both of them unaware that he had moved closer. Sirius clutched her hips and rocked her back and forth on his lap. Her hands were fisted in his lover's short hair.
A loud "pop" next to the mantle broke the mood, alarming both wizards. They reached for their wands. Corinthia landed unceremoniously on the floor with a startled "ugh."
--
Panting, Corinthia watched wide-eyed as Remus hurried to the mantle and picked up what looked like a phoenix feather. Sirius stood behind him and they spoke in whispered tones that she was unable to hear. Before she knew it, Remus Disapparated.
"What?" She gaped and pointed to the spot where her lover had been standing as if she had the power to bring him back.
Sirius closed the short distance between them and gathered the witch in his arms. "Something came up. Remus had to leave."
Trying to push Sirius away and make sense of the rude departure, Corinthia huffed. "I can see he left. Where did he go?"
Not relinquishing his hold, Sirius nuzzled a spot behind her ear and tried to distract her. "He'll be back."
She would not be put off and continued to push him away. "Where did he go?"
"He went to work." Sirius' lips grazed along the column of her neck, his nimble fingers undoing the fastenings of her robe.
"Don't be ridiculous." She shuddered, feeling the familiar tightening in the pit of her stomach. "Remus d-doesn't have a j-job."
"He does now," Sirius murmured against her collar, pushing folds of material away.
"And just what does he do?" she managed to ask as she felt cool air against her lace-covered breasts.
Sirius knelt before her, wetting the lace with his tongue and teasing her nipple with the promise of release. "He's a spy for a top-secret order."
Hearing the teasing in his voice, she renewed her struggle to push him away. "You're not funny, Sirius."
--
He held onto the furious witch, trying to think of a plausible excuse. "Calm down, Corrie. I'm sorry."
She looked furious.
He pulled her closer, inhaling the scent of her hair. "Remus does some free-lance work for a few people," he lied, trying to make this as vague as possible and mentally making a note to tell Remus what he'd lied about. "When they call, he goes. No questions asked. It's what he does."
Her wide brown eyes peered into his and, for a moment, Sirius thought that she might be into Legilimency like Snape. He looked away.
Corinthia took his face in her palms and gently forced him to look at her. "Is he safe?"
Sirius sighed, the ache in his gut whenever the Order called growing. "No one is," he answered softly, "especially with You-Know-Who on the loose."
She closed her eyes, but not before he saw the tears sparkle on her lashes.
"He'll be fine, Corrie." Sirius pulled her onto his lap and hugged her. "Remus got top marks in Defense against the Dark Arts."
She mumbled something against his shoulder and tried to scoot off his lap, but he held her. "Corrie, I "“" The rest of his words were muffled as her lips settled on his.
The kiss was hesitant, both man and woman seemingly asking if the act was right, but the question was lost as passion won.
With one arm, Sirius held her. With the other, he went about divesting her of her clothing. Desperation seized him and he yearned to be inside her more than he needed to breathe. He slid her knickers down her thighs and off her legs, she twisting and turning to assist him.
Bunching Corinthia's robes around her waist, he pushed a finger into her damp heat. Somehow he managed to remove his robes and push his trousers and boxers down. In one natural, fluid movement, she slid over him, encasing his aching shaft in silken ecstasy.
"Wait," Sirius huffed, fumbling through his robes for something.
Corinthia groaned and started to rock back and forth.
He grabbed her hips and stilled her movements. "For pity's sake, Corrie! Please stop!"
Her lustful gaze cooled and she tried to move off him.
"Merlin's sake, witch," Sirius hissed. "I'm trying to cast a Contraceptive Charm."
--
"Oh," she gasped, blushing. "Why didn't you say something sooner?"
Corinthia fussed with the folds of her robe and produced her wand. Their union had been so hurried and desperate, she'd forgotten protection. She murmured the incantation and felt Sirius' member twitch deep inside her.
"Thank the Gods," groaned Sirius, grabbing her hips and holding her above him. Gasping as he pumped into her, Corinthia arched her back. The feel of rough wool against their half-naked bodies lending to their heightened sense of urgency, they lost themselves in one another.
She could feel the spiral tighten, threatening to break and release the pressure between them. Feeling his hands under her robes and kneading her arse, she tossed her head back and guiltily embraced the deep orgasm. Sirius shuddered beneath her soon after.
Feeling the warm secretion flood her channel, Corinthia stilled on top of him, thoughts of Remus flitting through her mind.
Shifting beneath her and undoing the fastenings of her robe, Sirius chuckled. "No wonder he gets cranky so easily. You are addictive."
Corinthia blushed and help Sirius remove the rest of her clothing. "How often do you and Remus discuss my shag-ability?" she asked jokingly.
Her robe and blouse were shoved off her shoulders and fell unceremoniously to the floor, causing the wizard to grin shamelessly. "He hates leaving you every morning, but he doesn't want anyone to know. Very few people know about him and me."
Listening to Sirius, she placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.
"I seduced him our last year at Hogwarts. It was quite a task, I assure you," the arrogant wizard said against her sensitive collar as he unhooked her bra and bared her breasts.
"Merlin, you're beautiful," Sirius sighed in wonder as he plucked one of her nipples.
Smacking his hand away so that he could not distract her, Corinthia looked into his eyes. "Focus, Sirius. Tell me more."
"I seduced him two nights before a full moon." Sirius gazed into her eyes, cupping his palm against her cheek and rubbing his thumb along her swollen lip. "It was rough. After his transformation, he wouldn't speak to me."
"He does tend to be a arse when he's moping," she mumbled.
"He marked me." He tugged his robe off his shoulder, exposing a jagged, mouth-shaped scar on his shoulder. "It hurt like hell, but I wouldn't change any of it. Remus is noble to the point of self-sacrifice. It's quite annoying. Whenever we'd start talking about sex or relationships, he would leave. The bloody Ministry and their bloody laws!"
Sirius wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight against him. She could barely breathe for he was hugging her so tightly. Silent anger coursed through the man who was still intimately connected to her.
There was a catch in his voice when he started to talk again. "During our fourth year at Hogwarts, the Ministry sent Aurors to pick him up. They had orders to take him to St. Mungo's for"¦sterilization. Those fucking bastards treated him like an animal. They still do."
Sirius relaxed his hold and rested her cheek against her chest. There was no need for words, both unable to right the injustices of their world.
"Then it's fortunate that Remus has us, isn't it," she whispered, kissing the top of his head.
--
Remus watched as dawn broke over the horizon, heralding an end to his shift. Moody had replaced him and his report to the Auror had been short and succinct. There had been no activity at Malfoy Manor.
He cursed under his breath as he walked into the house. Sirius had undoubtedly shagged Corinthia senseless and he had missed it. At least, he hoped Sirius had shagged their female lover. That is what he had suggested before he left last night.
The answer to the question that had haunted him all night long was upstairs. Taking those stairs two at a time, Remus tried to calm Moony.
They are our lovers. We are theirs. We've made love to both "“ marked both. There will be no jealousy, no territorial claims on either beta, Wolf, Remus reminded the dormant canine.
Opening the door, Remus paused, taking in the sight of Sirius and Corinthia. They were sound asleep, the Animagus' head resting on the dark-haired witch's creamy breasts. As he got closer, he could smell sex. Sweat and ejaculate coated their skin like an invisible testament.
Always a light sleeper, Sirius twitched and opened his eyes.
Remus covered his mouth with his finger, silently telling the younger wizard to be quiet. He didn't know where to start. The smoldering look in Sirius' gray eyes beckoned to his libido, but the mingled sent of his two lovers called to a ravenous Moony.
Yanking his clothes off, Remus knelt on the bed and crawled toward their covered feet.
Corinthia snored lightly.
"What are you doing?" Sirius whispered with a promising grin.
Remus grabbed the duvet and pushed it over Corinthia's feet and up her legs. "Have you tasted her yet?" He barely recognized his own voice. It was laced with lustful need.
"No," Sirius replied. "Not yet. She is quite bossy. She wouldn't get off me."
Remus snorted, gently pushing the sleeping witch's legs up and apart. "Poor, baby. Dominated again."
"I'm not complaining." Sirius smirked.
Remus inhaled sharply. "This is bliss," he murmured huskily, licking her inner thighs. "This is like a banquet for me. I wonder what you and Corinthia taste like mixed together."
--
Her dreams dissolved and delectable reality ensnared her. A tongue laved up and down her slit and she sighed, "Sirius."
"Wrong," a mischievous voice whispered close to her ear.
Corinthia's eyes snapped open and she saw Sirius grinning down at her. Fingers pushed into her, pressing against the upper wall of her passage.
"How do we taste, Moony?" Sirius asked their werewolf lover as he plucked her nipples.
She heard Remus moane something unintelligible and groaned in response, fisting her fingers in his hair and pushing the crux of her thighs against his seeking mouth.
Her groan was swallowed as Sirius pressed his lips against hers. Remus lapped at her moist core, alternately removing his fingers and licking them clean. She was dripping wet, the night's activities coupled with Remus libidos attentions soaking the bedclothes beneath her. Remus shifted against her and she moaned his disappointment.
Her moan turned into an appreciative growl when he returned. He moved his fingers against her, some of them brushing against her perineum. Ever since she had agreed to become their lover, she had pictured being between them. The decadent picture flitted through her mind and she opened her legs wider.
Tearing her mouth away from Sirius's lips, Corinthia panted. "Please, Remus."
Sirius knelt beside her, lazily sucking her nipples and running his hands over Remus' broad shoulders. Neglecting both his lovers, Sirius crawled off the bed and walked into the bathroom.
Remus continued to rub her perineum, sucking her clit and fucking her furiously with his fingers. Closing her eyes, she came.
Sated, she collapsed against the bed sheets, barely feeling Remus kiss and lick his way up her body. Finally he reached her lips and placed a gentle kiss on them.
"Morning," he whispered, smiling wolfishly.
"Bunch up, Remus," her other lover murmured behind the werewolf.
Sirius held a vial and shook it invitingly. "Drink this, love," he urged, placing it against her lips.
"What is it?" she asked him trustingly, the liquid splashing against her tongue. The sour taste making her face wrinkle. "Yuck!"
"You'll see, love." Sirius smirked and tossed the vial over his shoulder.
Remus rolled his eyes. "Always the impetuous one."
She watched as Remus pulled Sirius on top of him and snogged him senseless. The play of tongues and lips aroused her and unconsciously she slid her hand down her body and fingered her slit. There was a tingling sensation in her arse and realized that her deviant fantasy was close to becoming reality.
Breathless, Sirius broke the kiss. "You're right, Moony. She's divine."
"Shove off, Padfoot," Remus growled menacingly and pushed Sirius down his body.
Wide-eyed, she watched Sirius pout but comply, and yelped as Remus picked her up and moved her on top of him. The invasion of his thick shaft sent sharp waves of bliss rolling through her. She was exposed "“ open "“ the feel of air against her bum causing her to tense.
Remus and Sirius were above normal in the size department. Would they fit?
Remus growled beneath her, sliding his fingers between them and finding her clit. "Hurry up, Padfoot."
"Do shut up, Moony," Sirius replied huskily, kneading the flesh of her arse. His voice sounded muffled. "Lift up, Corrie," he instructed softly.
As she did, she felt Remus slip from her. It wasn't long before she realized what Sirius was doing. Remus closed his eyes and fidgeted beneath her, groaning as if he were in pain.
Sirius smacked his lips. "Corinthia covered Remus. Very tasty. Highly recommended."
She would have laughed, but the sudden press of Remus' cock against her opening silenced her. He was so deep. If he went any deeper, he'd touch her cervix. His eyes were glazed with lust.
Jumping as she felt Sirius spread her arse cheeks, she tensed. She didn't know what to expect, but she shivered when she felt the probe of a tongue against her anal rim. Feeling the firm muscle of his tongue penetrate the taboo passage, Corinthia surrendered to the desire that lanced through her.
Sirius murmured something against her fleshy cheeks and mirrors materialized around them. She looked down at Remus who was looking over her shoulder. There was even a mirror on the ceiling. Reflection blended into reflection, angles revealing angles. It was as though she had a front row seat as she watched Remus beneath her and Sirius behind her.
She would have closed her eyes, but Sirius' gaze captured hers in one of the mirrors. She watched and felt as he tongued his way along the crevice. Remus flexed inside her, waiting patiently for Sirius to take her.
"Relax, love," Sirius instructed, giving one last languorous lick.
Taking a deep shuddering breath, Corinthia marveled at the sensation of his finger sliding so easily into her. Her elbows could no longer support her weight and she collapsed on top of Remus, exposing more of herself for Sirius' languid perusal.
The feel of Remus' coarse hair against her breasts took away from the feel of another finger entering her. She looked to the side mirror, watching as Sirius lie on his side and work his digits into her.
"Relax, love," he repeated softly and kissed the small of her back. "Trust me."
"I do," she whimpered. The glide was pleasurable. The pressure was different and she yearned to lose control.
Remus' eyes were slammed shut and his breathing even. If she didn't feel him pulsing inside her, she would think he was asleep.
Another finger penetrated her back entrance and she felt a twist and a turn of his fingers deeper and deeper. The fullness grew, pressing against the thin barrier that separated them from Remus. But it could be fuller. She grew greedy, needing that fullness for her journey to fulfillment.
"Sirius, please," she begged, reaching behind herself and grasping one of her bum cheeks. "I need you."
The younger wizard needed no encouragement. His fingers slid out of her and the mattress sagged behind her. The questioning prod of satin flesh against her back passage made her gasp, causing Sirius to pause.
She rubbed her face against Remus' shoulder, growling in frustration.
"You'd better hurry up," panted Remus. "Our witch is growing impatient."
Gripping her hips and angling her, Sirius broke through her resisting muscles, firmly implanting his cock until he bottomed out.
She felt as though she were about to burst. Both her lovers were as deep as they could go, still and demanding her body to stretch to accommodate them. Sirius was the first to move, extracting a cry from the woman and a grunt from the man.
The empty sensation made her feel bereft. "Please," she pleaded, trying to move between the two men. Remus grabbed her hips, interlocking his fingers with Sirius'.
The ebb and flow of erratic movement threw her over the edge. When Remus pushed, Sirius pulled. Both wizards hammered into her, one of them pinching and rubbing her clit and begging her to come.
"I want to feel you come around my cock, baby."
Following the instructions, she gave in and felt the last of control slip from her body.
"Morgana's tits!" one of them exclaimed.
Feeling jets of semen pour into her, Corinthia cried out and surrendered to the darkness.
--
Sirius rolled off them, struggling to catch his breath. As usual Remus was sated and calm. Managing to crack an eye open, Sirius glanced at Corrie, who looked as though she were passed out. He nudged her and she didn't even move.
"Do you think she'll always pass out when we shag her like this?" he asked, with his usual tact.
Remus grunted, running his hand up and down the curve of their witch's back.
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