XXXVI: Sweet Release

Chapter XXXVI: Sweet Release

'Join us.'

Snape hesitated. His body was willing; his skin was tingling in anticipation and his cock twitching in the confinement of his robes. He was dying to join his girls, longing to explore their bodies with his fingers, his lips and his tongue. But still he held back, waited, not sure whether joining them was the right thing to do.

Morgana tilted her head and looked at him. There was a smile on her lips, and her blue eyes were glittering mischievously. Charis' eyes, on the other hand, were closed. She was lying in Morgana's arms, resting her head against the red-haired witch's chest, her cheeks still flushed and her breath still coming in small gasps. Mere moments ago, she had been moaning and panting, her body convulsing as Morgana had brought her to yet another violent orgasm. In fact, Morgana's fingers were still glistening with her lover's juices.

'Looks like we have to play alone,' Morgana whispered, placing a tender kiss on Charis' hair, which made the blonde witch open her lovely green eyes.

'What a shame.'

Charis pouted for a moment, but then turned her attention to Morgana's breasts. They were firm and pert, and the erect nipples looked so succulent that Charis couldn't resist taking one of them in her mouth and rubbing her little tongue against it while she gently squeezed the other with her fingers. And Morgana let her eyes flutter shut, exhaling very audibly through her nose as a jolt of pleasure went through her body. She loved the way Charis suckled on her nipple, and buried both her hands in her blond hair, pulling her lover closer so she wouldn't cease her ministrations.

'Hm, yes. You're good at this, Charis,' she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. 'Don't be shy. Use your teeth. Yes, like that.'

She moaned and bucked her hips as Charis complied, and Snape shifted from one leg to the other. His erection was now pressing against his robes rather uncomfortably, and he was not sure how much longer he could refrain from freeing himself to stroke his length with a firm grip or even bury it in one of his girls. But the latter seemed still too sinful. He had seen the two make love, and it had been the most beautiful act he had ever beheld. What right did he have to be a part of it?

Charis was now kissing her way down over Morgana's stomach, her hands caressing her lover's sides as she positioned herself between her legs, and Morgana raised her hips, presenting her core.

Snape swallowed. He had never tasted Morgana, never ever touched the soft, red curls between her legs. But before he could even move, Charis had lowered her head, parting Morgana's lips with her tongue and eliciting a soft moan from her.

'Am I doing this right?' she asked shyly after she had been carefully probing Morgana's core for a few moments.

'Yes,' Morgana breathed. 'Don't be scared. Think about what you would like and do it. Uh, yes. Right there. Oh!'

Morgana gasped with surprise as Charis entered her with her tongue, and as she started rocking her hips in the same pace as Charis was darting her tongue in and out of her, Snape could no longer resist. He crossed the room with a few swift strides, coming to a halt by the edge of the bed, right behind Charis. He took a firm hold of her butt cheeks, squeezing them as he ground himself against her.

Charis moaned as the fabric of his robes rubbed against her, and she moved slightly backwards, grinding herself against Snape while she continued lapping away at Morgana, enjoying the contraction of her muscles around the tip of her tongue. And Morgana looked up at Snape, her eyes glittering.

'Join us,' she repeated her offer in a husky voice, licking her trembling lips, and this time, Snape did not refuse her.

He freed his throbbing erection and entered Charis unceremoniously from behind, eliciting a guttural moan from her which vibrated against Morgana's core, and as he thrust deeply into her, pushing her forward, he saw Morgana's legs spread even further. And all of a sudden, he was the one in charge, deciding on pace and rhythm.

He growled and pulled out of Charis, only to fill her again moments later, pushing her down against Morgana, who was beside herself with pleasure. Charis' tongue against her core felt marvellous, but the look on Snape's face while he was shagging Charis from behind was almost enough to make her climax. It was lust she saw: pure, carnal desire that had been bottled-up for far too long. But now it had been unleashed, and as his jaws clenched and his fingers dug into the flesh of Charis' arse, Morgana was certain that her former Head of House was about to lose his self-control and spill himself inside her lover. But she was in for a surprise.

Keeping a firm grip on Charis, Snape shifted his position and climbed onto the bed, kneeling upright. He pushed Charis down and forward, making her topple on top of Morgana while he kept pushing into her, making her moan every time he hit that special spot deep inside her. It wouldn't be long until she came undone. Already he could feel her muscles pulsating around him, and every time he thrust into her to the hilt, filling her completely, he heard her moan and saw her arch her back. He would make her squeal before long, and this time, he would not hush her as he had done in the library at Hogwarts. This time, he wanted to hear her scream his name.

But he hadn't forgotten about Morgana, of course. He had seen the disappointed look on her face as he had pushed Charis away from her core, and now he could see how turned on she was by him taking Charis right on top of her. He saw her lick her lips, saw her hands move over Charis' back. She, too, was longing to be caressed, to be touched and satisfied. Yet, Charis was clawing away on the sheets, unable to gift her lover with much more than heated kisses as she lay on top of her, and so it was up to Snape to resume the ministrations Charis was unable to continue.

He entered Morgana with a long, slender finger, making her gasp in surprise. And as a second finger joined the first, his fingertips teasing her G-point while his thumb applied pressure to her swollen nub, he heard her mewl and saw her eyes flutter shut.

He growled as he once more buried himself deep inside Charis. He could feel the contraction of her muscles around his cock and the pulsating of Morgana's clitoris against his thumb. It was a sensation that would drive the most steadfast man over the edge. But Snape held back. He didn't want this to end. Not yet, anyway. But as he slowed down his movements, slowly pulling out of Charis, he heard her whimper and felt her push her butt towards him.

'Please,' he heard her pant, 'Take me. Take me hard.'

Once more, he saw Morgana look up at him. Her lips were shaking and her eyes full of need. But as much as she herself wanted to be touched, as much as she needed to be touched, she nodded almost imperceptibly towards him, and as she buried her hands in Charis' hair, pulling her lover's face towards her to gift her with a deep, sensuous kiss, Snape understood. Morgana would wait. This was all about Charis now.

He entered her once more very slowly, easing into her inch by inch before pulling out again just as agonisingly slowly. Charis shivered and moaned into Morgana's mouth, and Morgana wrapped her arms around her, embracing her tightly while Snape placed his hands on the side of her hips. And then he started fucking her, driving into her like a man deranged. Faster and faster he moved his hips until he felt her spasm beneath him and heard her call his name. Her muscles gripped him tightly, and he kept pounding her, his balls slapping against her until he feared that he would spill himself inside her. But this mustn't happen. There was yet another witch he very much wanted to attend to.

He stroked Charis' back tenderly as he eased out of her. Her muscles were still contracting wildly around him, and he heard her pant. She wouldn't forget that orgasm for a long while, Snape was certain of that. And he himself would never forget how she felt around him either.

Resting for a moment, he looked down on his girls. Charis had more or less collapsed on top of Morgana. Her breath was coming in shudders, and Morgana held her closely, lovingly caressing her blonde hair. And as Morgana looked up at him, Snape gasped. Her blue eyes had been filled with lust and desire only minutes ago, and while the look of need was still there, it had softened. She didn't need what Charis had needed. She didn't need to be taken roughly. She needed a soft and caring touch. And Snape happily obliged.

She welcomed him with a soft whimper as he slowly slid inside her, and he caressed her hips and thighs just as tenderly as she stroked Charis' hair and back. He would be gentle with her, unhurriedly easing in and out of her until she came undone. He closed his eyes, getting lost in the sensation of her hot flesh. He heard the girls kissing, heard Morgana's soft moans and felt her hands brush his as he alternately caressed her hips and Charis' back. And every time he pushed forward, he felt Charis' voluptuous bottom press against his stomach. It was almost as if they had melted into each other, as if they were moving as one.

Morgana's orgasm was a quiet affair. Snape felt her muscles contract rhythmically around him and heard her moan ever so softly. And as he opened his eyes, he saw his two girls embracing each other, holding each other so tightly as if they were afraid of letting go. And as he pulled out of Morgana, watching his girls lay in each other's arms in post-coital bliss, he felt superfluous. He even doubted that they would notice if he disappeared...

He awoke in the darkness of his own quarters, and even though his dream had been intense and his cock was now throbbing urgently under his grey nightshirt, Snape did nothing to give himself any form of relief but once more closed his eyes, willing the image of his two girls to come back to him. Not their naked bodies, glistening with sweat and shivering from the intensity of their coupling, but their faces. Their flushed cheeks and the blissful smiles on their soft lips. That was what Snape wanted to remember. That was the picture of his girls he wanted to carry with him always.

Two months had passed since he had watched them in the tiny room at the Three Broomsticks. Two months since he had seen Morgana make love to her best friend Charis and then curl up beside her with a blissful smile. He would treasure that memory forever. In fact, Snape considered it to be so beautiful, so immaculate, that he so far had never allowed himself to remember how aroused he had been that night, how much he had wanted to be a part of the action and to give his girls pleasure as much as he wanted to receive pleasure in return. He had refused to sully that memory by reducing it to a mere sexual fantasy that would drive most men insane.

Snape sighed. The previous day had been a rough one, ending with him arguing with Dumbledore. He had gone to bed tense and exhausted and had not even bothered emptying his mind or even taking a potion which would have ensured an undisturbed dream. So maybe it was only natural that his subconscious had brought forth an erotic dream, a dream in which almost all his wishes and desires had been fulfilled. Yet he had woken up before...

Suddenly acutely aware of his erection, Snape groaned and sat up. Would it really be wrong to lay hands on himself, thinking of his girls? He had been with them both, had shared moments of intimacy with them of a kind he had shared with no other women. Those two girls, those young women, each aroused him in their own, unique way. He had relished Charis' submissiveness just as much as he had taken pleasure in Morgana setting the pace and keeping the upper hand. And he could very well imagine both senseless rutting as well as sensual seduction with the both of them.

Stripping off his nightshirt and his good intentions alike, Snape made his way to the bathroom, already stroking his length as he turned on the water. How would his dream have continued, he wondered. Would his girls have embraced him, taken care of him and his needs as he had taken care of theirs?

He stepped into the shower and closed his eyes, letting the warm water trickle down over his body. His skin was tingling, and as he tightened his grip around his cock, he once more saw Morgana's blue eyes glittering mischievously as she looked up at him, licking her lips before she engaged into a passionate kiss with Charis. They were kneeling in front of him, and Snape pushed his length between their faces, feeling both their lips and tongues on his glistening tip as he broke off their kiss. They lapped off his salty essence, shared it between them as their tongues entwined yet again, and Snape growled, once more pushing forwards. A pair of lips closed around the head while a nimble tongue made its way down his shaft, and when he felt it tickle his balls, he was almost being overpowered by the sensation of being taken deep into the other girl's mouth.

'Charis! Morgana!'

Snape's voice echoed from the walls of the empty bathroom, but in his fantasy, his girls continued their ministrations, one of them sucking him hard while the other nibbled at his balls and licked the inside of his thighs, her fingers closing around his base. She started to move up and down, slowly at first but then picking up speed, pumping him while the other pair of lips closed tighter and tighter around his tip. As she bobbed up and down, her tongue dragged deliciously on the ridge, and the combined sensation almost tipped him over the edge.

Snape thrust his hips forward, already seeing stars. He was trying to hold back as he wanted both of his girls to be able to taste him as he came, but the tension was almost too much to bear.

'Now!' he growled after a few more thrusts, and as he felt both pairs of lips at the head of his cock, jostling for position, he saw the beautiful eyes of his girls gazing up at him in anticipation.

With both tongues eagerly teasing him once more, he came undone, spurting his hot seed into both of their mouths with barely-suppressed moans. He was coming hard, releasing months of tension, at a loss on why he had denied himself this pleasure for so long.

He slumped panting against the wall of the shower, feeling dizzy with relief, and in front of his inner eye, he could still see his girls, licking him clean and their small hands easing him down from his orgasm with tender, unhurried strokes. Then they looked up at him, Morgana with her icy blue eyes and Charis with her precious green ones. Their cheeks were flushed and their lips smiling. They had enjoyed this as much as he had.

Snape exhaled slowly. He knew that he would never share a moment like this with his girls. He wouldn't allow himself such intimacy. Nor would they probably be interested in him sexually any longer, now they had revealed the depth of their true feelings for each other. But while he had fought erotic fantasies of the two since New Year's Eve, it now didn't seem wrong to have given in. It felt natural, in fact, and Snape was quite confident that he would be able to look either of them in the eyes without any kind of shame the next time they met.

If they ever met again. Neither of the girls had been at Grimmauld Place whenever he had been there over the last two months. He himself barely went there nowadays. What he did for the Order was his concern and Dumbledore's. Soon, he wouldn't go to Grimmauld Place at all any more. Soon, he would be a wanted man, staying as far away from the Order of the Phoenix as he possibly could.

Shaking his head as to rid himself of thoughts of his dark future, Snape stepped out of the shower and grabbed his bathrobe. He had missed breakfast, but that didn't matter. He would brew himself a cup of tea and maybe have a biscuit by the fire in his study. He would spend this Saturday morning in his own company, in a state of quiet he rarely had the luxury to enjoy.

He put up his feet, enjoying how the heat of the tea and the fire warmed his body inside and out, and was just about to let his eyes fall shut when a giggle echoed through the room. It was a familiar sound, and at first, Snape thought that he had fallen asleep and must be dreaming again. Why else would he hear Charis' giggle down here in the dungeons? But then he also heard Morgana's voice, and his lips curled into a smile. He hadn't dared hope that he would see his girls any time soon, but now it looked as if they had activated their mirrors.

Still smiling, Snape left his armchair in search of the third looking glass, excited by the chance to see his girls once more.