Seven

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"Then stay. Stay and make love to Hermione with me.

Help me to show her how perfect and precious she is."

Hermione turned her leonine head and gave him a look of pure disbelief. Severus could feel the feline body tremble, and knew Hermione was returning to her human form. As she shrank in size, Remus seemed to remember himself, and drew away, removing his hands as if caught doing something wrong.

And there she was, looking at Severus with shocked, glazed eyes. Before he could regain his senses, Severus drew Hermione into his arms and kissed her deeply. "I love you so much," he whispered between frantic kisses. "I would do anything to give you pleasure. Let us do this for you. Let me do this for you. Let me show you how damned grateful I am that you're alive and in this world and married to me." He could hear the desperate longing in his voice, and no longer cared. Some wild, hot wind was blowing through his mind, and he wanted to be swept up in it, and take her with him.

"Severus," she replied, her smile tremulous and sweet. "I know all those things. You show me every day." She returned his kisses fervently, her eyes round and surprised at such a frankly sensual display of affection in front of another person. As Severus drew back from the kiss, he saw the same shock in Remus' eyes, but there was heat and desire in them as well. Don't think. Don't think don't think don't think...

Severus' heart was pounding so loud, he was sure Hermione could hear it. Her body was as hot and her scent as delicious in her human form. "I have the most beautiful wife, Remus," he rasped. "I'm the most fortunate wizard in the world. And I want her to be happy. I'd do anything to make her so. Wouldn't you?" He looked into his wife's lovely eyes, and whispered feverishly, "You've given me nothing but love and joy. I want to return it. I want you to feel like a goddess being worshipped. Let me. Let us."

He glanced over at Remus, who was already stroking her shoulder. A look passed between them. "I would give my wife the moon if I could, Lupin."

Something like stunned gratitude filled his soft hazel eyes as Remus planted a hesitant kiss against Hermione's shoulder. "I would love to help you drag it down to her, Severus."

Hermione's eyes fluttered as Remus trailed soft kisses up the delicate curve of her neck, his eyes boring into Severus' with such unfettered desire his cock pulsed with unbidden arousal. No one but Hermione had ever looked at him that way before. And yet, there was still lingering doubt in his eyes. Softly, Remus asked, "Are you sure this is what you want, Severus? What you both want? It's not too late to say no, but if we continue, it will be."

Severus' answer was to transfigure their sofa into a large bed. The back lowered, and the seat lengthened, and soon the three of them were lying sprawled together. Severus watched in gasping, aching silence as Remus cupped Hermione's face in his hand and covered her lips with his.

It was a deep, powerful kiss, and Remus took his time, slowly drawing her out, until she pulled him fully to her with a soft moan of surrender. Her hand found Severus', and as Remus gently opened her mouth with his entreating tongue, she held onto her husband as if he were her lifeline.

Severus stared, unblinking, as she sighed into the kiss and drew Remus closer with her free hand. He would have never believed the sight of another man kissing his wife with such blissful abandon could be so erotic, and yet Severus had never loved her more than in that moment.

It was then that Severus realised, for the first time in his life that love truly stretched and expanded to fill the spaces provided. Like water, it found all the cracks and crevices, and there was an unlimited supply. Hermione would make love with Remus tonight, but she would love her husband with the same blissful, adoring abandon tomorrow. And wrapped in that precious thought, Severus edged closer, so that when Remus pulled away, Severus hungrily took over.

She moaned into his mouth, her body tensing with arousal, as Remus quickly unbuttoned her blouse. "Gods, you are so beautiful, Hermione," he panted, placing a line of kisses down her belly. In a rare gesture of impatience, Remus drew his wand and spelled her clothes away. Severus broke the kiss long enough to watch Remus' mouth close over one taut, pink nipple.

She mewled with pleasure, and Remus raised his head and gave Severus a smile of staggering sensuality. "Why don't you join me?" he said, and gave the pouting little bud a lick of such lascivious intent Severus growled.

"With pleasure," he answered, and as one, they closed their lips upon the velvety, succulent flesh. As Severus nipped and bit with teasing, biting kisses, Remus suckled the nipple almost tenderly. Hermione gasped and uttered a cry of arousal, arching up to meet their greedy mouths. She put an arm around each man, and cradled them close to her, pressing a fevered kiss on Severus' bowed head.

Feeling lightheaded with desire, Severus hastily removed his clothes with a wandless spell, and pressed against her warm, tender body, his hand stroking down to cup her mons. She was so hot; the scent of her arousal made his mouth water, and judging from the slight flare of Remus' nostrils, it was making his water as well.

She moaned helplessly as the two men laved and nipped, suckled and soothed her enticing nipples. Remus released his with a little sucking pop, and slid lower onto the makeshift bed, leaving slow, hot kisses in his wake. "You smell divine, Hermione," Remus growled, his voice growing darker with his arousal. Poised between her silken thighs, he looked up at the lovers with naked, rapacious hunger as Severus teased her labia open with a single finger.

Remus' voice was low and urgent. "I've fantisised about this. I've lain in bed and heard Severus pleasuring you, and I've wanted to be him." He paused, and took a deep appreciative sniff, then looked up at her adoringly as he slid his hand up the inside of her peach-coloured thigh. "That's right, love. Spread your legs nice and wide. Oh, yes, just like that."

She kissed Severus with wild abandon as Lupin settled between her thighs. Severus heard the other man's enraptured sigh, and knew what he had found: Hermione's plump, glistening labia, the pink petals, the little clitoris glowing like a jewel in a bed of velvet. "Oh, yes. So perfect," Lupin breathed, and flicked his long tongue against her clit.

She cried out, her body fishtailing as Severus returned to her rock-hard nipples. With a moan of pleasure, Remus bedded down, his lips pursing over the taut flesh. The suckling noises were at once obscene and thrilling; Severus looked down into his wife's face, watching her carefully. She was gasping, her face flushed and softly sheened with sweat, her body tensing and tensing as that coil of need within twisted tighter.

Severus watched her body undulate as Remus pleasured her, his tongue sure and skilled. As he drank in the sight of them, Remus inserted two fingers, and a smile flitted across his face. Severus knew the reason for that smile; the hot, tight passage of his wife's core was like a siren song, slick and irresistible.

Slowly, Remus pumped his fingers in and out of her core, his tongue flickering like a serpent's, and she whimpered feverishly, straining for her release. "Come, Hermione," Severus crooned, his mouth against hers. She was so close; he could see feel the change in her body, that surrendering moment of climax. He stroked her face, urging her to completion. "That's it, witch. Come. Show Remus how sweet your pussy is when you come."

The coil wound tighter, higher, to breaking point... Her eyes flew open. "Oh, gods, I'm coming.... Sev...Remus...Yes!" She screamed as her orgasm pulsed through her, her wail of pleasure like music. Remus rose onto his forearms and surged forward, easing his cock into her pulsating sex, sliding home on the crest of her release. His hoarse shout of ecstasy was almost pained, and the intense look of rapture on Remus' face as he thrust into her was glorious.

Severus watched another man make love to his wife, and thought his heart would burst with happiness. He searched it for any latent jealousy or fear, and all he could see was her face, her smile of wonder and pleasure as their friend made love to her, and her husband kissed her and told her how much he loved her.

Remus didn't last very long. His orgasm was swift and sudden, and as he came, he wrapped his arms around Hermione and held on as if she were his lifeline, crying out her name, sobbing out his relief and gratitude. He fell against her, spent and trembling, and gave her a kiss of boundless affection.

They lay beside Severus, panting and sweaty, and she kissed Remus lovingly, soothingly, and he collapsed by her side. "Beautiful," he panted, lying against her breast. "Gods, I'd forgotten how beautiful it can be."

She turned to Severus, tears in her eyes, and he knew his unselfishness was about to be rewarded, perhaps in ways he wasn't sure he wanted. "I love you so much," she said, kissing him gently, pulling him close as well. "You are the most amazing man," she whispered into his ear, "and I'm going to show you how much you are adored." She turned her head toward Remus, and stroked his damp hair. "Okay?" she said, with a shaking smile.

Remus laughed, equally shaky, and kissed her shoulder. "I think I'm in some sort of parallel universe, where all my dreams come true."

Hermione laughed, and turned back to Severus, and he raised a quizzical eyebrow at the look in her eye. "Remus?" She said, softly.

Remus rose onto his elbow. "Yes, dear?"

Still looking into Severus' eyes, she licked her lips. "Do you know what would make me happier than anything else right now?"

Remus looked at Severus. "Tell me."

She lay down between the two wizards, looking up at them. "I want you to show Severus how much he is loved by us both."

Stunned, Severus looked from her to Remus. This was definitely not what he wanted. "I...I don't, I'm not..."

"Shh." Remus leaned over Hermione, and cupped Severus' cheek in his hand. "You heard the witch," he said, with a soft, hesitant smile.

Severus' breathing stopped as their lips met. He'd never been kissed by another man, had never felt the need or inclination, but Remus' lips were soft and warm. Severus trembled, amazed at his own desire. He felt Hermione's hands gentling him even as Remus leaned closer, and eased his mouth open with a soft, entreating tongue.

Severus' hand closed around Hermione's, to reassure himself she was still with him. He had never felt so needy, or so vulnerable. It was both frightening and exciting, being kissed by a man, this man, and when Remus slid his hand behind Severus' neck and pulled him closer, Severus gave in, opening his mouth, angling his head to surrender to the urgent lips that claimed him as hungrily as he had Hermione.

For a small eternity, Severus was plundered, filled, and plundered again, as Remus devoured him, their breaths mingling, their tongues battling. Severus heard a moan of complete and utter abandon, and realised it had come from his own throat. Remus growled, and his warm, calloused hand slid down Severus' torso, and wrapped around his cock with an experienced firm stroke. His breath left his chest, and pushed into Remus' mouth with a choked cry of lust.

"Oh, gods, that is the the most erotic thing I've ever seen," a soft voice said somewhere between them, and Severus broke away, shocked to his foundations and so hard he felt dizzy. Before he could react, Hermione all but pushed Remus out of the way, pressing Severus onto his back. She straddled him, her eyes wild with arousal. "I have never wanted you so much," she growled, looking like the goddess he'd called her. She rocked against his erection, teasing it, sliding it over her rigid little clit. With a wicked grin, she shifted, and he felt the head easing into the entrance of her sweet, tight cunt.

"Yes," he moaned, aching for her body. His hands clamped onto her waist, pulling her down on his cock. "Yes, oh, gods, Hermione, fuck me, fuck me, witch..."

They both howled as she plunged down onto him, melting around him with such delicious friction he nearly screamed. From behind her, Remus cupped her breast with one hand, and toyed with her clit with the other, moving with her as she rode Severus' cock with feverish abandon.

"Lean over him," Remus commanded, and she obeyed, sucking Severus' nipples until they were hard. Somewhere in all the pleasure of his wife's body, Severus felt Remus push his knees back. "Hold him in place," Remus intoned, and Hermione leaned back, hooking Severus' knees over her elbows, pinning them both down. Unable to move, Severus moaned helplessly, his hand tugging at her nipples, rolling the rigid flesh between his fingers, reveling in the carnal joy she took at fucking him.

Severus felt a gentle finger probing his rectum, and then a cool whisper of lubrication eased the way for it to slide into him. He tensed, but Hermione soothed; he met her eyes, and she gentled him.

Two fingers made their way into his passage, and Remus said gently, "That's it, Hermione. Keep him nice and relaxed. I want this to be pleasurable. Just relax, Severus. I won't hurt you. I would never do that."

"No," Severus panted, pulling Hermione closer. He felt so vulnerable, and for a moment, afraid.

Then, as she had always been able to do, Hermione eased him by whispering, "Let it happen, love. Do you honestly think I'd let anyone hurt you?"

Severus felt as if his heart were going to fly from his chest. He could see Remus over Hermione's shoulder, his face full of love and arousal and desire. A softly worded spell lifted his hips, and Remus' cock nudged entreatingly against his opening. "Just relax, Severus," Remus crooned. "Have you ever?"

"No," Severus breathed, his eyes locked onto Hermione's. She won't let him hurt me... she won't let anyone hurt me... she loves me...

Remus entered him slowly, his face taut and open with pleasure. He made a soft sound of wonder. "It's alright, love, just relax," he gasped, his voice strained. He made Hermione release Severus' legs, and once that happened, Severus did relax, and he hissed as Hermione's walls tightened on his cock at the same time Remus withdrew and thrust a little harder.

They held Severus between them, until he was almost demented with need. "More, please," he gasped.

Hermione rose again, and started her slow ride, even as Remus began to rock forward. It was pain, and it was pleasure at once, and Severus' body registered it all as sensation, deep and burning, turning his loins to fire. They made love to him; he was their instrument, their idol, and he answered their worship with his passion, his ecstasy, his surrender.

Hermione's cunt was hot and tight and wet and felt like home, but Remus' cock was hitting a place that was making him see stars and then he was shouting, his balls tightening against his body like fists and he was coming, oh, gods, he was coming harder than he'd ever come, dragging his wife down hard on his cock as if to fill her and she was coming, her luscious pussy clenching and clutching his spraying cock, milking him until he was flame and fire and shuddering and so drained he couldn't move.

Floating in a world of utter pleasure, Severus opened his eyes and Hermione was leaning over him, smiling at him like a new dawn. "Welcome back," she said, softly, and kissed his bruised mouth very gently.

A large hand swept his sweaty hair from his eyes. Remus lay on the opposite side, and kissed Severus' forehead tenderly. "You're a beautiful man when you make love, Severus," he said, his mild voice calm and placid. He looked from Severus to Hermione and back. "You're both so beautiful. Thank you." He looked away.

"If you are going to cry, Lupin, kindly go to the loo," Severus growled, but they all laughed. Instead of heeding his advice, Remus lay down against Severus' chest, his head resting against Severus' shoulder.

Hermione did the same, until they were both nestled in his arms, and Severus fell asleep to the sounds of his wife's deep breathing, and his friend's soft snores.

To Be Continued...