MISSION 2: Get Hermione Laid...AGAIN!

MISSION: All Good Dogs Deserve Favour


Right – slash warning – yep, that’s right, Ferv has taken a little deluge into the world of slash (don’t worry! Herms is still part of the action!). If that squicks you, skip the chapter (after all, Mission2 is proudly brought to you by the loyal subjects of PWP hence I doubt the next chapter will make any less sense without this one)

Big sloppy kiss to shem for betaing!

Fuck, there is something oddly erotic in watching Lupin sucking on Sirius’ fingers, something I never would have thought would do a thing for me. Sirius lets out a little moan from behind me as he continues to clutch at one of my breasts with his free hand. I watch on as Lupin runs his tongue along the underside of the next finger, stopping to take the very tip into his mouth to suck it clean. Oh my….

Lupin is looking up at me, waiting for some sort of reaction I think – permission to continue? Dear gods, boys, do what you want, just don’t leave me out!

“Glad to see you’ve changed you mind, Remus,” I reply as reassuringly as I can.

Lupin pulls back, releasing Sirius’ index finger with an audible pop. He looks intently at Sirius as he replies, “I’m not touching you, Hermione.”

“Why not?” I pout rather pathetically.

“Because you know the rules – not until school is over.”

Fuck the rules! What’s the point in a game if the rules can’t be broken? Bloody hell….

Oohh..no..wait a sec…once again Hermione, you forgot to find out precisely what the rules were before complaining…

Am now lying back on the bed, with a deliciously desperate Sirius below me, and a needy Lupin writhing above me. One happy Hermione pancake.

All questions of precisely how friendly Remus and Sirius are have just flown out the window – turning my head to the side, resting it upon Sirius’ shoulder I am greeted by the sight of Lupin accosting Sirius’ mouth with abandon. Determined not to be left out of this, I take the opportunity to run my tongue along Sirius’ exposed jaw line, nipping at several places along the way. A deep rumbling sigh emanates from Sirius’ chest vibrating throughout my body making it plead for more. Lupin reacts by bucking against my hips, the coarse fabric of his trousers grazing my abundantly wet folds. Oh gods….

Lupin releases Sirius’ mouth, and moves to whisper harshly in his ear, “You are to do everything to Hermione, that I do to you.”

Yes please!

“Okay.” Sirius’ voice comes out dry, scratchy and lustful.

“Hermione, you may have to help him out a bit,” Lupin tells me, then shoots a wicked grin at Sirius as he adds, “Padfoot might be a bit distracted.”

I literally see Sirius swallow – hard - at this revelation.

Lupin looks at me and nods at the bed next to where we are sandwiched, taking his weight off me with his arms. A little irritably I comply and slide from between the two of them – pity, was quite comfortable there.

Lupin slides down Sirius until he is perched at the very edge of the bed between his legs. I watch on fascinated as he unbuttons Sirius’ jeans, and Sirius helps to shrug them off. Seems this situation is more than agreeable to Sirius, the evidence of which is clearly visible. Damn that is inviting…

Am not the only one that thinks so…Lupin is kissing at Sirius’ thighs, an odd nip placed here and there as he makes his way up to his goal, eliciting a morphed yelp of pleasure from Sirius. Lupin’s tongue darts out to run up Sirius’ length in one long stroke, and Sirius’ eyes slip shut as he fights for control. Losing battle, I believe.

Remus pulls back quite suddenly and looks up at Sirius as his eyes fly open.

“You’re neglecting Hermione, Sirius.” Sirius holds his stare for a moment before rolling over to face me. Biting his bottom lip with a cheeky grin, Sirius grasps hold of my hips and slides me up the bed until my waist is even with the top of his head, and tugs my basically pointless panties down and off with a little help. With his hips staying put on the bed, Ss tws twists his torso around to face me. Without a pause, he brings his hands up to pull my folds apart, causing delicious tension over my clit before attacking it with his tongue. Fuck…so silky, so hot. With some effort I manage to gain enough control to grasp one of the pillows to prop my head up and watch on the delight before me.

Lupin appears to know exactly what he is doing as he takes Sirius back into his mouth, taking more and more in with each stroke, until Sirius is buried to the hilt within his mouth. Dear gods, must ask Lupin to teach me how to do that, the look on Sirius face is nothing short of utter contentment as he attempts to keep up his ministrations on me, and I must say, he is doing a damn good job. His thumbs are running delightful circles around my opening, occasionally delving in just a little, before teasingly pulling back. His tongues efforts are mostly concentrated on my swollen clit, though it takes the odd diversion down to join his thumbs on occasion. I think I must be in heaven…or on my way to hell…either way, I couldn’t care less right now.

“Sirius!” I cry out as he plunges three fingers inside me, the tension enough to send me spiralling into orgasm.

“Fuck! Fuck!” Sirius heaves, his hands whipping away from me to grab hold of Lupin’s head and hold him still. Remus brings a hand up to cup Sirius’, giving him a gentle squeeze. “Remus! Please!” Poor Sirius is begging now, right on the verge of release. “Remus! I’m going to lose it! Please!”

That appears to be enough pleading to get Lupin’s attention as, with a smug grin, he releases Sirius, who promptly relaxes back into the bed breathing heavily.

Lupin takes a few minutes to remove Sirius’ clothing and then his own, before pulling Sirius up for yet another scorching kiss.

“Ready for round two?” Remus asks me, pulling back quite suddenly from Sirius. I nod with a smirk.

Lupin stands from the bed, and looks Sirius over with a desirable sweep. “On all fours, please, Hermione.”

Happily reply to his request, feeling just a little odd about having my bare behind exposed to the pair of them. The unease is short lived though as I feel Sirius move behind me, stroking softly at my hips with his fingers. Suddenly his fingers are digging hard into my skin, making me yelp.

“Relax, Padfoot!”

His fingers loosen their hold on me, thank goodness. Am gonna have bruises from that one in the morning.

Sirius grunts a little before Lupin growls, “Sirius, you’re neglecting Hermione again.”

Sirius grasps hold of my hips again, pulling me closer to him. He plunges inside me, sliding between my already damp walls from our previous exertions and hits the most delicious spot that I had no idea this angle offered.

“Sirius…” Lupin warns. About what I haven’t the vaguest, am much too distracted (surprise, surprise!).

“What?” Sirius grunts in return, obviously just as oblivious as I am.

“I don’t believe that is what I am doing to you.”

Huh…oh…fuck!

Okay, frankly quite enjoyed that exercise with Snape…what was it? A week or so ago? But am still just a little squirmy about the ….Ohhhhhh! Okay..changed mind, that is just fine!

Sirius has pulled out of me, and slick with my own excitement, he’s pushing ever so gently at the tight ring of muscles to my rear entrance. Oh shite…okay, Herms, breathe! Breathe! Is strangely exciting, pleasurable and yet foreign.

Sirius is panting hard behind me, his movements somewhat erratic, until he stills and just allows Lupin to move him, every thrust into him causing Sirius to plunge forward into me. Heck, yes!

“My, my, my…isn’t this cosy?”

Glance up to doorway to find a rather annoyed looking Potions Master looming before me, yet his words seem to be more directed at Sirius and Lupin.

“Shut up, Severus,” Sirius grunts. Very intelligent – then again, am sure if I was in his position I wouldn’t have even been able to get that much out…heck even in this position I’m not sure I can!

“For Merlin’s sake, if you’re going to play with the students, at least make sure they are enjoying it! Mind you, Miss Granger, I’m not sure I understand why you are here; it does not really look like your …talents are required.”

“I am not touching any students,” Lupinortsorts.

Snape actually rolls his eyes at Remus. “That how you’re justifying it? Never mind, whatever it takes to convince your self that shagging this,” Snape says as he waves a dismissive hand at Sirius, “imbecile is acceptable. Frankly, I would rather enjoy my…indiscretions. And I observe, that once again, it is up to me to find an adequate solution to your misdemeanours.”

I watch on as Snape carefully removes his cloak, folding it up and placing it carefully on Lupin’s vacated chair.

“Whatever, Severus,” Lupin replies, thrusting all his frustration into Sirius, and in turn into me. Dear gods, that feels wonderful. Yet I can’t help wondering what precisely Snape is up to, as he continues to undress, carefully placing each item onto the chair, so damn slowly I swear he is trying to frustrate. Well done, Professor, you’re pissing me off…can we get on with it now?

Finally he kneels on the bed before me, lifting my shoulders up until I am kneeling too, as Lupin and hence Sirius keep moving. Sirius wraps his arms around my waist to hold me in place, just as well too…am literally weak in the knees.

Snape captures my mouth in the oddest kiss – is something I could almost call loving – very soft, very gentle and very thorough. My, is the surly Potions Master getting all gentlemanly on me? Do my very best not to laugh at this thought.

Pulling back slowly, he runs two fingers along the outline of my bra, over the curves of my breasts. “Couldn’t even take the time to undress you properly?” he tuts, more to himself I think.

Refrain from pointing out the excess of clothes in our last game. Have a feeling Snape is feeling just a little put out by this…

Caref he he unhooks my bra and slips it from my arms. He takes his time to caress the exposed skin, running his hands over many other parts that have been sorely neglected tonight. Am literally tingling from head to toe now. Strong hands grasp my hips, lifting me effortlessly from the bed, before bringing me down slowly, Snape sliding into me as he does. Feel so full now, and so …sensitive. Can feel every single one of Snape’s and Sirius’ movements. Is quite an odd combination – Sirius is on the verge of orgasm behind me, I can hear his shallow gasps, feel his erratic movements again, yet Snape is moving almost agonisingly slowly.

Wait? What was that? A smile? Hmm…Snape should do that more often, because then I wouldn’t be so damn paranoid about what he is up to now. Yet, the only movement he changes is to run a hand through my now damp hair, and to accost my mouth again.

“Merlin, can’t hold out much longer!” Sirius grunts from behind me. Snape pulls back from me and glares over my shoulder.

“You bloody well will,” he hisses at Sirius.

I think it is probably just as well Sirius is otherwise distracted or Snape might’ve been on the business end of a Crucio then.

“None of you are going anywhere until Miss Granger is completely satisfied.”

You what? Like I’m not? Though, then again, one more orgasm wouldn’t go astray…

“Shan’t be long, Sirius,” I mutter, hearing his whimper behind me.

“Take as long as you want, Miss Granger,” Snape replies, an evil smirk darting over my shoulder at poor Sirius.

“Come, Mione!” Sirius growls in my ear. “Please come for me!”

Oh, Merlin’s wand…am so damn close…so bloody close. The pair of them are moving within me, I can feel them stroking at either side of that thin wall that separates them. Just a little longer, just a little…

I clench my inner muscles, urging them on.

“Merlin!” Sirius yelps, his fingers digging harshly into me.

“Hermione…” Snape let my name out as a low moan.

That’s it..my delicious undoing. Gods, feel so full as my muscles clamp down around them, pulling them in deeper as first Sirius and then Snape loses control. Somewhere in the distance I hear Lupin let out a satisfied grunt. Lovely red stars now…tingling toes…tingling everything…

“Gods, I love you, Hermione.” A soft whisper in my ear, just as I pass into oblivion.

What the fuck? Where did that come from? Could’ve sworn it was from Snape, yet as I struggle to open my eyes and glance at him, his face is its usual emotionless stone. He quickly slides from the bed, grabbing up his wand and is dressed in a moment, glaring at the three of us.

“Might I suggest, next time you wish to play such sordid games, you lock the door. It may not be me the headmaster sends to find you two next time. And Miss Granger, I am sorely disappointed. I thought I had made it quite clear you are to play this game by my rules.”

Okay..fine..must have imagined those three little words escaping said Bastards mouth. That’s fine. Honest.