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Epilogue #7
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Chapter 62 ~ Epilogue #7
The two wizards walked through the house, pushing open door after door searching for Hermione’s room. They found bedrooms but the beds were only full-sized. Lucius paused now and then to kiss the witch in his arms, much to Snape’s annoyance.
“Lucius, damn it, will you come on!” he snarled at him.
The blonde wizard stopped kissing Hermione, whose arms were laced tightly around his neck, and looked at the irate Potions Master.
“I want to keep her heated up, Severus,” he said, looking down into Hermione’s dilated amber eyes. She looked so ready for more. He was going to enjoy this. Snape scowled at him.
“If she gets any more heated she’s going to burst into flames,” Snape retorted, “Give her here. I’ll carry her.” He approached the wizard with his arms outstretched.
“No,” Lucius said, scowling at him and turning away with the witch.
Snape looked murderous.
“Lucius, you are really trying my patience,” Snape said, frowning at the wizard.
“What patience? You have no idea how to approach this situation at all, Severus. Have some style, some flair, for gods sakes. She isn’t a plaything at a Revel. She’s a Primordial.”
Snape’s fists curled at his sides, and he began stalking back up the hall. He was tempted to hit the blonde wizard, and that simply would not do, especially with Hermione in his arms. The Potions Master pushed open another door and found a large bedroom with a king-sized bed. It looked like a guest room but it would do.
“Bring her in here,” he said to Lucius, “There’s a bed.”
Lucius followed him in, looked around and set Hermione gently on the floor.
She looked around somewhat dazedly.
“This isn’t my bedroom,” she said softly.
“It doesn’t matter,” Snape said, grabbing her and pulling her to him roughly. He claimed her mouth, not about to let Lucius outdo him. He slid his hands down her back and over her ass, pulling her against his erection, and rolling it against her as he wrestled with her tongue. Hermione moved against his hard, lean body.
“Severus, it’s been so long,” she gasped against his mouth.
“It won’t be much longer,” he growled. “I’ve got something good and hard for you.”
Suddenly the witch was pulled from his arms. Seething, he watched as Lucius claimed her mouth again, in a much gentler, though equally consuming kiss, his large hands exploring the witch’s body. He moved from her mouth, over her chin and down to her throat. Hermione was gasping, arching against the wizard as his mouth moved over her flesh.
Severus scowled, and began unfastening his robes, watching as Lucius lowered one strap of her dress, then the other, slowly sliding it down over her breasts, his lips nibbling at every bit of revealed skin.
“Yessss,” Hermione hissed. Snape felt as if his cock would explode as he heard the desire in her voice. He shrugged out of his robes, and stood poised to pounce in his tented silk boxers.
Lucius had both Hermione’s breasts exposed, and stepped back, sliding his hands around her fullness and squeezing watching her face as it contorted with pleasure. Suddenly another set of hands appeared, sliding across her belly. Snape had approached her from behind, pressing himself against her, dropping his head and locking his mouth to her throat, sliding her dress lower as he ground himself against her from behind. Lucius let the witch go, and began unbuttoning his own robes, watching Snape caressing and undressing the witch the rest of the way.
The feel of the Potions Master hands on her body, his warm mouth sucking her throat and his hard cock rubbing against her ass was sending Hermione into meltdown. Through half-lidded eyes she watched Lucius remove his robes, revealed a muscular torso, washboard belly and tented silk boxers.
“Oh gods,” she breathed as she watched him approach her.
Her dress was pooled around her ankles now, and all she wore was a pair of sheer white panties. Lucius kneeled and slid them down over her hips and legs. She lifted her feet so he could remove them. Then the wizard removed her flats, examining her feet.
“You have beautiful feet, Primordial,” he breathed. The blonde wizard began kissing her legs as the Potions Master massaged her breasts, tweaking her nipples while licking and sucking her neck.
“This isn’t so bad, is it Hermione?” he whispered in her ear. “It feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” she breathed as Lucius planted kisses on her thighs, his large hands running over her hips. The wizard pressed his face against her bush, and inhaled.
“Gods, she smells good, Severus,” he said to the other wizard.
“Trust me, she tastes like honey,” Snape replied.
Lucius slid a finger into Hermione’s moistness, and she cried out, bucking against Snape wildly as Lucius’ finger flicked over her clit. The blonde wizard drew his finger back and tasted her juices. A look of pleasure lit up his face.
“Damn,” he said, looking up at the witch. “Hold her, Severus.”
The Potions Master slipped his arms under Hermione’s and up around her shoulders, holding her in a loose full nelson.
“What, what are you…” Hermione gasped. Lucius lifted her legs, resting her thighs on his shoulders, opening her to him as Snape held the witch back against his chest. Lucius then lifted her thighs higher with his hands and dove into her wet center with his tongue. Hermione buckled and cried out with pleasure. Snape held her steady as she writhed under Lucius’ hungry, licking, tasting muscle.
“Oh, fuck!” Hermione cried out as Lucius slid two fingers inside her, thrusting them in and out as he sucked on her clit. Hermione’s entire body tensed up then stretched out, forcing Snape back for a moment, but Lucius had her pinned below, and didn’t miss a lick or stroke. He nibbled, licked and sucked under Hermione was a shuddering mass of nerves on the edge of exploding. She was babbling incoherently, thrusting her hips against Lucius’ mouth and fingers as Snape held on to her bucking body. He pressed his mouth against the Primordial’s ear, licking it with his tongue and encouraging her to let go so he could hurry up and fuck her.
Suddenly the Primordial drew up her legs, and Lucius felt her tighten around his fingers. He quickly pulled them out of her and licked them before plunging his tongue as deep inside her as he could go, twisted and rolling it inside her as she screamed and orgasmed strongly, her eyes rolling back in her head, her body pushing hard against Snape’s.
“Yes!” Lucius breathed against her pussy, and he began to drink her in, sucking at her as her thighs tightened around his head. She was absolutely delicious, and the blonde wizard was in heaven as he swallowed her sweetness down, his lips glistening with her release, getting off on her whimpers. His cock was so swollen it was painful, and he was ready to fuck her. As her pulsing eased, Lucius rose, still holding her thighs apart and before Snape realized what he was doing, the wizard pulled his boxers down, rammed his cock deep into the witch and started fucking her violently. Hermione started shrieking as the blonde wizard plunged into her wildly, pulling her into him with each thrust. She was tighter than Narcissa, and the feel of her wet, soft pussy around his aching cock was pure heaven. He closed his eyes and slammed into the Primordial with abandon, groaning and grimacing with pleasure.
Snape suddenly yanked the Primordial back, pulling her away from the panting, groaning wizard. Lucius’ shining, swollen cock popped out of her, the head purple and hungry.
“What the fuck are you doing, Severus?” he yelled at the Potions Master. They had the witch stretched between them, and she was twisting, wanting Lucius back inside her, desiring that sweet pain he was giving her.
“It’s my turn,” the Potions Master growled, trying to wrest Hermione away from him. Lucius held on.
“But I already started,” Lucius growled back, aching to continue. Hermione was moaning with disappointment. She dimly realized the two wizards were arguing over her. This was not the way it was supposed to be.
“Please, Severus,” she moaned at the dark wizard, “Let him keep going. It was so good.”
“Shut up,” Snape snarled down at her, “You have nothing to do with this!”
Yes, Snape was losing it.
He yanked Hermione again, stretching her even further. Lucius still wouldn’t let her go. Fine. This was about to get very ugly.
Snape loosened his grip and lowered Hermione gently to the floor. Now her shoulders rested on the ground and her hips were up in the air, in front of Lucius. The wizard started to enter her against when he was hit with a blast and thrown back, Snape deftly grabbing Hermione around her waist, so she wasn’t dragged with him. Snape had stunned Lucius wandlessly. The wizard was out cold.
Snape shifted Hermione’s body so she was in his arms and strode toward the bed with her.
“Nobody’s going to beat my time,” he growled, throwing her in the bed roughly and climbing on top of her.
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A/N: Not exactly a peaceful coexistence eh? Lololol Please review.
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Chapter 62 ~ Epilogue #7
The two wizards walked through the house, pushing open door after door searching for Hermione’s room. They found bedrooms but the beds were only full-sized. Lucius paused now and then to kiss the witch in his arms, much to Snape’s annoyance.
“Lucius, damn it, will you come on!” he snarled at him.
The blonde wizard stopped kissing Hermione, whose arms were laced tightly around his neck, and looked at the irate Potions Master.
“I want to keep her heated up, Severus,” he said, looking down into Hermione’s dilated amber eyes. She looked so ready for more. He was going to enjoy this. Snape scowled at him.
“If she gets any more heated she’s going to burst into flames,” Snape retorted, “Give her here. I’ll carry her.” He approached the wizard with his arms outstretched.
“No,” Lucius said, scowling at him and turning away with the witch.
Snape looked murderous.
“Lucius, you are really trying my patience,” Snape said, frowning at the wizard.
“What patience? You have no idea how to approach this situation at all, Severus. Have some style, some flair, for gods sakes. She isn’t a plaything at a Revel. She’s a Primordial.”
Snape’s fists curled at his sides, and he began stalking back up the hall. He was tempted to hit the blonde wizard, and that simply would not do, especially with Hermione in his arms. The Potions Master pushed open another door and found a large bedroom with a king-sized bed. It looked like a guest room but it would do.
“Bring her in here,” he said to Lucius, “There’s a bed.”
Lucius followed him in, looked around and set Hermione gently on the floor.
She looked around somewhat dazedly.
“This isn’t my bedroom,” she said softly.
“It doesn’t matter,” Snape said, grabbing her and pulling her to him roughly. He claimed her mouth, not about to let Lucius outdo him. He slid his hands down her back and over her ass, pulling her against his erection, and rolling it against her as he wrestled with her tongue. Hermione moved against his hard, lean body.
“Severus, it’s been so long,” she gasped against his mouth.
“It won’t be much longer,” he growled. “I’ve got something good and hard for you.”
Suddenly the witch was pulled from his arms. Seething, he watched as Lucius claimed her mouth again, in a much gentler, though equally consuming kiss, his large hands exploring the witch’s body. He moved from her mouth, over her chin and down to her throat. Hermione was gasping, arching against the wizard as his mouth moved over her flesh.
Severus scowled, and began unfastening his robes, watching as Lucius lowered one strap of her dress, then the other, slowly sliding it down over her breasts, his lips nibbling at every bit of revealed skin.
“Yessss,” Hermione hissed. Snape felt as if his cock would explode as he heard the desire in her voice. He shrugged out of his robes, and stood poised to pounce in his tented silk boxers.
Lucius had both Hermione’s breasts exposed, and stepped back, sliding his hands around her fullness and squeezing watching her face as it contorted with pleasure. Suddenly another set of hands appeared, sliding across her belly. Snape had approached her from behind, pressing himself against her, dropping his head and locking his mouth to her throat, sliding her dress lower as he ground himself against her from behind. Lucius let the witch go, and began unbuttoning his own robes, watching Snape caressing and undressing the witch the rest of the way.
The feel of the Potions Master hands on her body, his warm mouth sucking her throat and his hard cock rubbing against her ass was sending Hermione into meltdown. Through half-lidded eyes she watched Lucius remove his robes, revealed a muscular torso, washboard belly and tented silk boxers.
“Oh gods,” she breathed as she watched him approach her.
Her dress was pooled around her ankles now, and all she wore was a pair of sheer white panties. Lucius kneeled and slid them down over her hips and legs. She lifted her feet so he could remove them. Then the wizard removed her flats, examining her feet.
“You have beautiful feet, Primordial,” he breathed. The blonde wizard began kissing her legs as the Potions Master massaged her breasts, tweaking her nipples while licking and sucking her neck.
“This isn’t so bad, is it Hermione?” he whispered in her ear. “It feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” she breathed as Lucius planted kisses on her thighs, his large hands running over her hips. The wizard pressed his face against her bush, and inhaled.
“Gods, she smells good, Severus,” he said to the other wizard.
“Trust me, she tastes like honey,” Snape replied.
Lucius slid a finger into Hermione’s moistness, and she cried out, bucking against Snape wildly as Lucius’ finger flicked over her clit. The blonde wizard drew his finger back and tasted her juices. A look of pleasure lit up his face.
“Damn,” he said, looking up at the witch. “Hold her, Severus.”
The Potions Master slipped his arms under Hermione’s and up around her shoulders, holding her in a loose full nelson.
“What, what are you…” Hermione gasped. Lucius lifted her legs, resting her thighs on his shoulders, opening her to him as Snape held the witch back against his chest. Lucius then lifted her thighs higher with his hands and dove into her wet center with his tongue. Hermione buckled and cried out with pleasure. Snape held her steady as she writhed under Lucius’ hungry, licking, tasting muscle.
“Oh, fuck!” Hermione cried out as Lucius slid two fingers inside her, thrusting them in and out as he sucked on her clit. Hermione’s entire body tensed up then stretched out, forcing Snape back for a moment, but Lucius had her pinned below, and didn’t miss a lick or stroke. He nibbled, licked and sucked under Hermione was a shuddering mass of nerves on the edge of exploding. She was babbling incoherently, thrusting her hips against Lucius’ mouth and fingers as Snape held on to her bucking body. He pressed his mouth against the Primordial’s ear, licking it with his tongue and encouraging her to let go so he could hurry up and fuck her.
Suddenly the Primordial drew up her legs, and Lucius felt her tighten around his fingers. He quickly pulled them out of her and licked them before plunging his tongue as deep inside her as he could go, twisted and rolling it inside her as she screamed and orgasmed strongly, her eyes rolling back in her head, her body pushing hard against Snape’s.
“Yes!” Lucius breathed against her pussy, and he began to drink her in, sucking at her as her thighs tightened around his head. She was absolutely delicious, and the blonde wizard was in heaven as he swallowed her sweetness down, his lips glistening with her release, getting off on her whimpers. His cock was so swollen it was painful, and he was ready to fuck her. As her pulsing eased, Lucius rose, still holding her thighs apart and before Snape realized what he was doing, the wizard pulled his boxers down, rammed his cock deep into the witch and started fucking her violently. Hermione started shrieking as the blonde wizard plunged into her wildly, pulling her into him with each thrust. She was tighter than Narcissa, and the feel of her wet, soft pussy around his aching cock was pure heaven. He closed his eyes and slammed into the Primordial with abandon, groaning and grimacing with pleasure.
Snape suddenly yanked the Primordial back, pulling her away from the panting, groaning wizard. Lucius’ shining, swollen cock popped out of her, the head purple and hungry.
“What the fuck are you doing, Severus?” he yelled at the Potions Master. They had the witch stretched between them, and she was twisting, wanting Lucius back inside her, desiring that sweet pain he was giving her.
“It’s my turn,” the Potions Master growled, trying to wrest Hermione away from him. Lucius held on.
“But I already started,” Lucius growled back, aching to continue. Hermione was moaning with disappointment. She dimly realized the two wizards were arguing over her. This was not the way it was supposed to be.
“Please, Severus,” she moaned at the dark wizard, “Let him keep going. It was so good.”
“Shut up,” Snape snarled down at her, “You have nothing to do with this!”
Yes, Snape was losing it.
He yanked Hermione again, stretching her even further. Lucius still wouldn’t let her go. Fine. This was about to get very ugly.
Snape loosened his grip and lowered Hermione gently to the floor. Now her shoulders rested on the ground and her hips were up in the air, in front of Lucius. The wizard started to enter her against when he was hit with a blast and thrown back, Snape deftly grabbing Hermione around her waist, so she wasn’t dragged with him. Snape had stunned Lucius wandlessly. The wizard was out cold.
Snape shifted Hermione’s body so she was in his arms and strode toward the bed with her.
“Nobody’s going to beat my time,” he growled, throwing her in the bed roughly and climbing on top of her.
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A/N: Not exactly a peaceful coexistence eh? Lololol Please review.