The Walking Wounded

Chapter Six –

Waking from a delectable dream is wonderful especially when said dream turns into reality. Opening my eyes, I see Snape slumbering next to me, oblivious that the monthly curse of the full moon has released Remus from its grasp. My heart hammers in my chest, responding to the coursing blood as it rushes toward my throbbing core.

Remus is licking the inside of my thighs, forcing me to open them wider. His breath is hot against the sensitive flesh of my thighs.

“Gods, I can smell us all over you,” he rasps, opening my folds with his fingers and giving me a long luxurious lick from my perineum to my clit.

I groan in appreciation and widen my stance. Fingers dance inside me as Remus sucks my clit between his teeth and flicks his tongue against the bundle of nerves. I can’t help but twitch with each electrical spark he conjures from my depths.

My twitching wakes Snape, who grins in appreciation at the display of lustful abandon. He stretches his lean, pale body. His chest is dotted around the nipples with fine black hairs. The hair is more pronounced as it forms a trail toward his navel and hips.

Remus is tanner, the hair on his chest denser, undoubtedly a result of his lycanthropy. His muscles are more defined.

Snape moves to touch me but hesitates.

“Go ahead,” Remus encourages, his voice raspy between licks. “Touch her.”

Opaque eyes stare into mine. I am so close to a shattering orgasm I fear for my very life. Snape’s gaze his hotter than his touch as it rakes over my naked breasts. Remus continues to perform the most amazing cunnilingus I have ever received on me. It is as though he intends to devour me.

Bending his head, Snape takes my right nipple into his mouth and toys with it, while palming the weight of my left breast with his hand.

I am at their mercy. I am their puppet.

Remus fingers and licks between my sopping wet folds. The spring inside me tightens with every deliberate lick. Each swipe of his tongue is followed by a stroke of his fingers against my g-spot. Giving myself over to his skillful ministrations, I arch my back and come.

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Tasting Hermione’s juices is like walking through paradise. I am humbled that she came back to me, and I am happy to still be alive.

I love her. I always have.

Her walls squeeze my fingers in rhythmic release. The sight of Severus’ dark head nestled between her breasts drives a spear of jealousy through me that I am unprepared for.

I’m not jealous of him. For some unknown reason, I find myself jealous of the woman whose flesh we are feasting upon. I know it is irrational, but I can’t help myself.

“Severus…” I rasp between licks. “I need you.”

His dark hair falls as his head snaps up. There is no mistaking the invitation in my voice. Moony is content for now. We have our female mate… and Severus. But I am in control right now, and what I want is the only thing that Severus can give me.

Severus rises, giving Hermione’s twin mounds a last kiss.

My cock twitches with arousal, and I reach for it and pleasure myself.

He is tentative as he moves behind me, keeping his touch light and non-threatening on my back. “Remus?”

Looking up, I see Hermione watching us with keen interest. Her chocolate eyes are wide with lust. Merlin, her appetites hold no bounds.

Holding her beneath me, I make no attempt to mount her. She is probably tender and I have no desire to cause her pain. “I need you, Severus. Fuck the foreplay and fuck me.”

It is what I need and what he needs. Before I lost control… before I accidentally claimed Hermione as my mate… he was the dominant one in our relationship.

He was the only witness to my descent into madness. He was the one who cared for my wounds. He was the one who offered himself to me as I succumbed to the heat. He is the one I brutalized in my effort to sate my lust for Hermione.

Severus whispers a charm, and I feel the cool spread of lubricant and the press of him against my arse. Grabbing my hips, he takes me in one quick thrust. Moony rails at being taken in such a manner, but the man in me embraces his lover’s touch.

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It has been almost a year since I have had the pleasure of buggering Lupin in the arse. The werewolf’s dominant nature would not permit it. He is calmer now that Miss Granger has returned. Just the very fact that he asked me to fuck him shows me that he has regained the control he always had before he claimed her.

His arse is like a slick, tight glove around me. To say it was paradise would somehow lessen the experience. For the first time in a very long time, I am in control. I am the one with the power.

My eyes lock with wide chocolate orbs. Miss Granger darts her pink tongue across her bottom lip, the innocent task setting my blood on fire.

Lupin bucks backwards. “Come on, Severus,” he pants, holding his weight on his arms. “Hard and fast. I know it’s what you want.”

What I want is to fuck both of them at the same time, but that is an impossibility that even I cannot overcome. I can tell by the angle of Lupin’s hips that he is not taking advantage of the woman beneath him. Perhaps he thinks her too sore.

Bastard that I am, I scoff at the idea. Miss Granger has been well used. She probably is sore. To ask anything more of her would be ungentlemanly, but I have never been a gentleman. “Take him into your hand and stroke him.”

Lupin growls in agreement and gasps in pleasure as she does as instructed.

I thrust slowly and deeply, wanting to feel the tight vice of his arse spasm around my cock.

“Oh gods! Yes!” Lupin cries.

I grind against him, holding onto his lean, muscular hips as though my life depends on it. The thrill of being watched by Miss Granger is almost too much to resist.

“Yes, Hermione,” Lupin whimpers as he wiggles between us. “Harder, Severus!”

Locking gazes with Miss Granger, I hammer into Lupin and lose any coherent thoughts that may have lingered.

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Snape looks like a corrupt angel, intent on punishing Remus for their mutual pleasure. His obsidian gaze is captivating. It is as though he is daring me to look away from or shame the intimacy he shares with Remus

Remus’ eyes are closed in untold bliss. I pump his cock, letting Snape’s momentum do most of the work.

Rubbing his hair-roughened cheek against Remus’ shoulder, he hisses between clinched teeth. “I don’t think I can last much longer.”

I am pinned beneath them, witness to the furious coupling and obvious feelings between the two of them. I feel like an outsider.

I am.

I returned to save Remus. I have resigned myself to my fate. I had grown use to the idea that I would be alone. I had embraced my solitude. Like it or not, I shall have to return to Great Britain on a more permanent basis. Remus will need me close-by since we are now a mated pair.

Snape licks and nibbles his lover’s ear as he whispers obscenities.

Remus bites his lower lip and stiffens, and telltale wetness of his come on my hand and belly.

Snape’s pace is relentless. “So bloody tight,” he huffs. His thrusts become staccato and brisk as he succumbs to his orgasm.

It is in that moment that I can see the love between them. It may be unconventional. Their history alone would discourage such affection. But it is a deep respectful love that they somehow manage.

I remind myself that I am the outsider. I am a means to an end. Snape approached me only because he needed me to save his lover’s life.

Both men roll away, Remus reluctantly releasing his hold on me. Both are covered in sweat, and both are panting.

Sitting up, I move to the edge of the bed.

“Where are you going?” Remus’ voice is hoarse and tired.

I smile and pat his grasping hand reassuringly. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back.” The words sound hollow even to my own ears. I now better than to look at Snape. He knows what I am up to. I am going to cast a quick Cleansing Charm and leave.

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TBC

Author’s Notes: I regret to inform you, dear reader, that this is the last of the pre-written chapters. I had hoped to keep up the pace and keep posting, but real life decided to intercede on my smutfest. This story has been lingering on my hard drive for close to a year. I wasn’t really sure what I was doing with it. The idea for a threesome popped into my head, and I started writing. (I write porn to help me through writer’s block.) This story is the result of writer’s block. There won’t be much of a plot to it… mostly porn and some interpersonal stuff.