Lust
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Harry Potter › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
13,841
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Lust
Lust
Love is a complicated emotion. It can blind you to the realities of the world. Lust is much simpler. It allows you to see the world for what it is and accept things that love would have you turn from. Lust allows you to act on impulse, to act upon your desires. Lust does not bow to the world. Lust knows no taboos.
It is because of lust that I lay between my two lovers. They share a love that could not thrive if I were to intrude with my own brand of love. My lust allows their love to thrive, I am a catalyst to their desires. Had they remained with their respective mates this love would have been quashed beneath the mantle of respectability. They found in me a willing accomplice to the taboo of their passion and for that experience I am grateful.
I lay between them unable to sleep. I should be exhausted from the sports we had enjoyed earlier, but I am wired. Sleep will not come, unlike my lovers. I think of our time together, a union of lust, desire and passion. Uncomplicated by love.
My silver king stirs and I hold still, I do not wish to wake him. He had done a great deal to satisfy all of us last night. My silver prince still sleeps, he is an angel and I cannot help but stare at him. The moonlight illuminates the paleness of his skin and blends harmoniously with the silver of his hair. His hair that is not as long as his father’s, but still beautiful and intoxicating.
My king shifts in his sleep and slides an arm around my midsection, holding me. I vaguely wonder if he would rather be holding his son, but this thought is gone when I feel him shift more. Even in his sleep he searches for his son . His hand rests on his son’s hip and I feel how we connect, we are three. We are one. We cannot be separated. I open my eyes wide in shock as I come to the realization.
Damn it, I think I’m in love.
Love is a complicated emotion. It can blind you to the realities of the world. Lust is much simpler. It allows you to see the world for what it is and accept things that love would have you turn from. Lust allows you to act on impulse, to act upon your desires. Lust does not bow to the world. Lust knows no taboos.
It is because of lust that I lay between my two lovers. They share a love that could not thrive if I were to intrude with my own brand of love. My lust allows their love to thrive, I am a catalyst to their desires. Had they remained with their respective mates this love would have been quashed beneath the mantle of respectability. They found in me a willing accomplice to the taboo of their passion and for that experience I am grateful.
I lay between them unable to sleep. I should be exhausted from the sports we had enjoyed earlier, but I am wired. Sleep will not come, unlike my lovers. I think of our time together, a union of lust, desire and passion. Uncomplicated by love.
My silver king stirs and I hold still, I do not wish to wake him. He had done a great deal to satisfy all of us last night. My silver prince still sleeps, he is an angel and I cannot help but stare at him. The moonlight illuminates the paleness of his skin and blends harmoniously with the silver of his hair. His hair that is not as long as his father’s, but still beautiful and intoxicating.
My king shifts in his sleep and slides an arm around my midsection, holding me. I vaguely wonder if he would rather be holding his son, but this thought is gone when I feel him shift more. Even in his sleep he searches for his son . His hand rests on his son’s hip and I feel how we connect, we are three. We are one. We cannot be separated. I open my eyes wide in shock as I come to the realization.
Damn it, I think I’m in love.