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Epilogue #8
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Chapter 63 ~ Epilogue #8
Snape wrestled his boxers off and stared down at Hermione, his black eyes hard.
“So, you didn’t want Lucius to stop, eh? He was good, right?” he growled, pulling her legs up over his shoulders and raising himself up on his arms. He rubbed his cock against her pussy hard, running his shaft up and down her clit, making her gasp and cry out, her eyes blazing with need.
“Severus! I just need…” she gasped.
“Don’t you think I know what you need, Hermione? I was the first man to fuck you. And I’m better than Lucius is…”
He positioned his cock at her entrance and drove into the witch with all his might. Hermione convulsed and screamed. The Potions Master started fucking her, pulling his hips high in the air and slamming his full length inside her, biting his lip against the pleasure of her tightness as he slid through her, her soft walls gripping his burning organ, soothing his need for her as he plunged into her, throwing all his weight into every penetration of her body, his black eyes locked to her face which was contorted in pleasure/pain as she cried out under him, her body jerking powerfully with every brutal thrust.
“I’m what you need, Primordial. Me. Alone,” he panted, “I’m worth five fucking consorts.”
He drove deep into her and rotated his pelvis in circles, pulling at her, rolling his cock inside her, forcing her hips to follow his motions. Hermione whimpered as he viciously ground into her, claiming every part of her…gods she had missed him, his intensity, his power, and his darkness. And now, there was something new, possessiveness. He didn’t want to share her. He didn’t want Lucius to have her. He began to plunge into her again with abandon, faster now, burrowing deep inside her, groaning, the delicious slide and ending shock of his cock building a sweetness inside the Primordial that was only made sweeter by this new revelation
Suddenly Snape stopped and rolled off of her, sitting up in the bed and sliding back, reclining against the headboard and pulling her onto his lap. He raised his knees slightly and lifting her body easily he slid her back on to his cock, hissing as he watched his thickness slide between her thighs. He pumped into her, sliding her forward and back by her hips, his eyes sweeping over her body as he fucked her.
“Turn around,” he hissed, “straddle me on your knees, Hermione.”
The Primordial did so, and began to fuck him. Snape let her go and watched her ride his cock, groaning as she slammed herself down on him, making herself cry out. Yes, she liked pain all right. Snape brushed her hair off her back, and smoothed his hands up over her shoulders and down her soft skin, caressing her as she slid her tightness over him, wetting his loins with her lubrication.
“You not only like me fucking you, you like fucking me,” he said, grasping her shoulders and pulling her down hard as he bucked up into her sharply, causing her to shriek as he shifted her cervix.
“Yes,” he whispered, thrusting into her faster before he stopped and lifted her off him, rising to his knees and turning her around, positioning himself behind her.
“Head to the mattress, Primordial,” he breathed, pushing her head down so her ass was in the air. He place one hand on her lower back, and used the other to guide his cock into her. He grasped her buttocks and pulled her pussy over him as he thrust into her, his pelvis slapping against her ass loudly as he plunged deeper and deeper, faster and faster. Sweat streamed down his back as he worked the witch over, making her scream his name repeatedly
“You still think Lucius is better? That’s not Lucius’ name you’re screaming. It’s mine,” he said, ramming his cock into her and making her body buck beneath his hands. She didn’t answer him. She couldn’t, she was too lost in his possession to give a coherent answer though she heard him. She only knew she didn’t want him to stop, ever. The familiar bubble was growing again, and she needed him to burst it, to release the bliss it contained.
Behind the couple, Lucius roused and woke, his head spinning as he heard the Primordial repeatedly crying out. He looked up and saw the Potions Master in full stroke, tearing into the witch brutally. By the tremulous cries he heard, she loved it. His cock hardened instantly, and he was furious. The dirty bastard had stunned him and took the Primordial for himself. So, he didn’t want to share her after all.
Lucius rose to his feet and looked over at his discarded robe which was next to the bed. His wand was in it, and if he went for it, Snape would see him and realize he had regained consciousness. Lucius was at a disadvantage. He couldn’t do wandless magic. The blonde wizard watched his fellow deatheater fuck the Primordial, trying to decide how to get the upper hand. Snape wouldn’t hesitate to blast him again. He thought about it. He was naked and had no weapon…or did he?
Lucius reached into his hair and unwound the leather thong he used to tie back his blonde hair. It was strong enough to choke the Potions Master with. He wouldn’t kill him, but he could cut off his air and make him pass out. He wrapped the ends of the thong securely around both of his hands and made tight fists to secure it. The Potions Master was throwing himself into the woman. He had driven Hermione almost completely down to the mattress and was straight-legged, holding himself above her as if in a push up position and driving his cock into her mercilessly, sliding her body up the bed with the force of his penetration. Snape was covered in perspiration from head to toe, some of it dripping on to the Primordial’s body beneath him.
Lucius looked at Snape’s soaked, dripping body distastefully. He’d be covered in the dark wizard’s sweat, but if that’s what he had to do to get his shot at the Primordial, then there was no help for it. But he had to wait for the wizard to change position again. Which happened shortly, when he got on his knees and pulled the Primordial up on all fours, grasping her by the shoulders and slamming himself into her, his muscled buttocks clenching as he drove as deep as he could. A fresh round of shrieking began. Lucius had to hand it to the Potions Master. He could fuck.
Lucius crept up behind the pumping wizard, then with one swift move, reached over his head and dropped the thong down, pulling it tight around his neck and yanking Snape away from Hermione and back to the end of the bed, falling to his knees as the Potions Master’s head hung over the edge. Snape’s hands wrapped desperately in Lucius’ hair, and groped at his face as the wizard cut off his air supply. Hermione was too far-gone to react, her mind still lost to passion. Snape was slowly losing consciousness. The room was growing dim.
The Potions Master’s arm dropped low off the edge of the bed, his hand brushing Lucius’ thigh. The blonde wizard twisted the thong tighter, willing the wizard to pass out. Dimly, Snape realized his hand was close enough to…
Lucius let out a wrenching scream as the Potions Master’s hand grasped him by the balls and Snape squeezed with every bit of strength left to him. Lucius released the thong, ripping at Snape’s hand and its iron hold on him. He managed to tear himself away from the Potions Master, who rolled over clutching his throat and gasping, as Lucius fell to the floor on his ass, cupping his aching gonads.
Hermione had turned over on her back and was now cognizant enough to know what just happened as the two wizards lay gasping, Snape attempting to rise from the bed and Lucius struggling to stand up, each trying to recover first and continue the fight. They had miscalculated. They were no longer under the Dark Lord, and this indeed was not a Revel. Outside of that dour environment the two wizards could not share a woman they both wanted. Hermione realized they could never both be her consorts. Severus was not willing to share her.
As far as the Primordial could tell, Lucius could have killed Severus, even if that wasn’t his intention. As exciting and handsome as the pureblood was, this galled her. She was not pleased.
Snape managed to roll to his feet just as Lucius straightened. The two naked wizards glared at each other, Severus still rubbing at the thin red line around his throat and Lucius rubbing his balls. Both had murder in their eyes.
“Hold it,” Hermione said, crawling to the edge of the bed. Both wizards looked at her.
“I’ve made my decision. Severus will be my consort. Lucius, I’m sorry, but having two of you wouldn’t work out. The rivalry is horrible,” she said.
“But you haven’t given me a chance,” Lucius said, a note of pleading in his voice. He had only had a taste of her and really wanted more, if just once. He looked at Snape.
“Severus…our agreement,” he said, “we’re supposed to stick together on this. We can work it out.”
Snape scowled at him.
“You must be out of your fucking mind,” he spat, still rubbing his neck, “you tried to strangle me when I was fucking her!”
“Well you blasted me when I was about to fuck her!” the blonde wizard retorted.
“That’s because you went for a two-fer,” Snape replied, “It was my turn.”
“But…but I was right there, Severus…” Lucius said, defending his actions.
Hermione watched the two wizards argue back and forth a little while before she concentrated and sent Lucius on his way in his altogether.
The wizard arrived naked in his study, in the exact same spot he was transported from, his clothing appearing neatly on the floor next to him, startling Draco, who was sitting in front of the fireplace examining the centerfold of this month’s Playwizard magazine.
“Father! What on earth…” Draco began, looking at his nude and slightly bent sire with shocked blue eyes.
“Don’t ask,” Lucius replied, bending slowly, picking up his clothing and slowly walking towards his bedroom, still massaging his aching balls. So much for status and notoriety. A shame though. He really would have liked to have had the chance to finish fucking her.
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A/N: Well, Hermione decided to go with one consort after all. Well, there was a tiny bit of threesome. Lol. (Hyp, was that different enough for you?) Anyway the lemons aren’t over yet. Please review.
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Chapter 63 ~ Epilogue #8
Snape wrestled his boxers off and stared down at Hermione, his black eyes hard.
“So, you didn’t want Lucius to stop, eh? He was good, right?” he growled, pulling her legs up over his shoulders and raising himself up on his arms. He rubbed his cock against her pussy hard, running his shaft up and down her clit, making her gasp and cry out, her eyes blazing with need.
“Severus! I just need…” she gasped.
“Don’t you think I know what you need, Hermione? I was the first man to fuck you. And I’m better than Lucius is…”
He positioned his cock at her entrance and drove into the witch with all his might. Hermione convulsed and screamed. The Potions Master started fucking her, pulling his hips high in the air and slamming his full length inside her, biting his lip against the pleasure of her tightness as he slid through her, her soft walls gripping his burning organ, soothing his need for her as he plunged into her, throwing all his weight into every penetration of her body, his black eyes locked to her face which was contorted in pleasure/pain as she cried out under him, her body jerking powerfully with every brutal thrust.
“I’m what you need, Primordial. Me. Alone,” he panted, “I’m worth five fucking consorts.”
He drove deep into her and rotated his pelvis in circles, pulling at her, rolling his cock inside her, forcing her hips to follow his motions. Hermione whimpered as he viciously ground into her, claiming every part of her…gods she had missed him, his intensity, his power, and his darkness. And now, there was something new, possessiveness. He didn’t want to share her. He didn’t want Lucius to have her. He began to plunge into her again with abandon, faster now, burrowing deep inside her, groaning, the delicious slide and ending shock of his cock building a sweetness inside the Primordial that was only made sweeter by this new revelation
Suddenly Snape stopped and rolled off of her, sitting up in the bed and sliding back, reclining against the headboard and pulling her onto his lap. He raised his knees slightly and lifting her body easily he slid her back on to his cock, hissing as he watched his thickness slide between her thighs. He pumped into her, sliding her forward and back by her hips, his eyes sweeping over her body as he fucked her.
“Turn around,” he hissed, “straddle me on your knees, Hermione.”
The Primordial did so, and began to fuck him. Snape let her go and watched her ride his cock, groaning as she slammed herself down on him, making herself cry out. Yes, she liked pain all right. Snape brushed her hair off her back, and smoothed his hands up over her shoulders and down her soft skin, caressing her as she slid her tightness over him, wetting his loins with her lubrication.
“You not only like me fucking you, you like fucking me,” he said, grasping her shoulders and pulling her down hard as he bucked up into her sharply, causing her to shriek as he shifted her cervix.
“Yes,” he whispered, thrusting into her faster before he stopped and lifted her off him, rising to his knees and turning her around, positioning himself behind her.
“Head to the mattress, Primordial,” he breathed, pushing her head down so her ass was in the air. He place one hand on her lower back, and used the other to guide his cock into her. He grasped her buttocks and pulled her pussy over him as he thrust into her, his pelvis slapping against her ass loudly as he plunged deeper and deeper, faster and faster. Sweat streamed down his back as he worked the witch over, making her scream his name repeatedly
“You still think Lucius is better? That’s not Lucius’ name you’re screaming. It’s mine,” he said, ramming his cock into her and making her body buck beneath his hands. She didn’t answer him. She couldn’t, she was too lost in his possession to give a coherent answer though she heard him. She only knew she didn’t want him to stop, ever. The familiar bubble was growing again, and she needed him to burst it, to release the bliss it contained.
Behind the couple, Lucius roused and woke, his head spinning as he heard the Primordial repeatedly crying out. He looked up and saw the Potions Master in full stroke, tearing into the witch brutally. By the tremulous cries he heard, she loved it. His cock hardened instantly, and he was furious. The dirty bastard had stunned him and took the Primordial for himself. So, he didn’t want to share her after all.
Lucius rose to his feet and looked over at his discarded robe which was next to the bed. His wand was in it, and if he went for it, Snape would see him and realize he had regained consciousness. Lucius was at a disadvantage. He couldn’t do wandless magic. The blonde wizard watched his fellow deatheater fuck the Primordial, trying to decide how to get the upper hand. Snape wouldn’t hesitate to blast him again. He thought about it. He was naked and had no weapon…or did he?
Lucius reached into his hair and unwound the leather thong he used to tie back his blonde hair. It was strong enough to choke the Potions Master with. He wouldn’t kill him, but he could cut off his air and make him pass out. He wrapped the ends of the thong securely around both of his hands and made tight fists to secure it. The Potions Master was throwing himself into the woman. He had driven Hermione almost completely down to the mattress and was straight-legged, holding himself above her as if in a push up position and driving his cock into her mercilessly, sliding her body up the bed with the force of his penetration. Snape was covered in perspiration from head to toe, some of it dripping on to the Primordial’s body beneath him.
Lucius looked at Snape’s soaked, dripping body distastefully. He’d be covered in the dark wizard’s sweat, but if that’s what he had to do to get his shot at the Primordial, then there was no help for it. But he had to wait for the wizard to change position again. Which happened shortly, when he got on his knees and pulled the Primordial up on all fours, grasping her by the shoulders and slamming himself into her, his muscled buttocks clenching as he drove as deep as he could. A fresh round of shrieking began. Lucius had to hand it to the Potions Master. He could fuck.
Lucius crept up behind the pumping wizard, then with one swift move, reached over his head and dropped the thong down, pulling it tight around his neck and yanking Snape away from Hermione and back to the end of the bed, falling to his knees as the Potions Master’s head hung over the edge. Snape’s hands wrapped desperately in Lucius’ hair, and groped at his face as the wizard cut off his air supply. Hermione was too far-gone to react, her mind still lost to passion. Snape was slowly losing consciousness. The room was growing dim.
The Potions Master’s arm dropped low off the edge of the bed, his hand brushing Lucius’ thigh. The blonde wizard twisted the thong tighter, willing the wizard to pass out. Dimly, Snape realized his hand was close enough to…
Lucius let out a wrenching scream as the Potions Master’s hand grasped him by the balls and Snape squeezed with every bit of strength left to him. Lucius released the thong, ripping at Snape’s hand and its iron hold on him. He managed to tear himself away from the Potions Master, who rolled over clutching his throat and gasping, as Lucius fell to the floor on his ass, cupping his aching gonads.
Hermione had turned over on her back and was now cognizant enough to know what just happened as the two wizards lay gasping, Snape attempting to rise from the bed and Lucius struggling to stand up, each trying to recover first and continue the fight. They had miscalculated. They were no longer under the Dark Lord, and this indeed was not a Revel. Outside of that dour environment the two wizards could not share a woman they both wanted. Hermione realized they could never both be her consorts. Severus was not willing to share her.
As far as the Primordial could tell, Lucius could have killed Severus, even if that wasn’t his intention. As exciting and handsome as the pureblood was, this galled her. She was not pleased.
Snape managed to roll to his feet just as Lucius straightened. The two naked wizards glared at each other, Severus still rubbing at the thin red line around his throat and Lucius rubbing his balls. Both had murder in their eyes.
“Hold it,” Hermione said, crawling to the edge of the bed. Both wizards looked at her.
“I’ve made my decision. Severus will be my consort. Lucius, I’m sorry, but having two of you wouldn’t work out. The rivalry is horrible,” she said.
“But you haven’t given me a chance,” Lucius said, a note of pleading in his voice. He had only had a taste of her and really wanted more, if just once. He looked at Snape.
“Severus…our agreement,” he said, “we’re supposed to stick together on this. We can work it out.”
Snape scowled at him.
“You must be out of your fucking mind,” he spat, still rubbing his neck, “you tried to strangle me when I was fucking her!”
“Well you blasted me when I was about to fuck her!” the blonde wizard retorted.
“That’s because you went for a two-fer,” Snape replied, “It was my turn.”
“But…but I was right there, Severus…” Lucius said, defending his actions.
Hermione watched the two wizards argue back and forth a little while before she concentrated and sent Lucius on his way in his altogether.
The wizard arrived naked in his study, in the exact same spot he was transported from, his clothing appearing neatly on the floor next to him, startling Draco, who was sitting in front of the fireplace examining the centerfold of this month’s Playwizard magazine.
“Father! What on earth…” Draco began, looking at his nude and slightly bent sire with shocked blue eyes.
“Don’t ask,” Lucius replied, bending slowly, picking up his clothing and slowly walking towards his bedroom, still massaging his aching balls. So much for status and notoriety. A shame though. He really would have liked to have had the chance to finish fucking her.
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A/N: Well, Hermione decided to go with one consort after all. Well, there was a tiny bit of threesome. Lol. (Hyp, was that different enough for you?) Anyway the lemons aren’t over yet. Please review.