Chapter 3: Seducers of The Senses

"Psst! I think he's finally waking," the voice whispered in warning.

Snape was slowly coming to after falling asleep for a couple hours. As he lay there, trying to recover his consciousness, his mind hazily recalled the evening's events. Humiliating Peter Pettigrew, French maids cleaning his house, Lavender Brown sucking his cock, and Hermione Granger screaming out his name while they had sex; several fantasies were satisfied in one evening. It was much more gratifying than torturing Wormtail, on a daily basis, and he could tell that this night's activities had already elevated his mood. Even his dream was most pleasant as he found himself back in his youth, pursuing and seducing a young Lily Evans. To Severus' delight, the dream ended with Lily choosing him over James Potter, allowing the dark, awkward boy to be her first sexual encounter.

The dream had a powerful effect on Snape, and it was very apparent to those in the room.

"I think someone is ready for more fun," Serafina said quietly to Willow.

Both whores stifled their giggles as they watched.

Unconsciously, Severus went to stroke himself, unaware that he had an audience. His hand, however, wouldn't budge. He tried to move it again but found it held fast. Alarmed, Snape's eyes flew open, only to discover both arms securely tied to the bedpost and two naked women smiling mischievously down on him.

"What is going on here?! How dare you!" Snape struggled as he spat out his angry words.

The more the professor struggled, the tighter the ropes wrapped around his wrists.

"Tsk! Tsk! Professor. Now, don't get yourself all worked up," giggled Willow.

"That's right, Professor. Just relax." Serafina crawled across the bed and positioned herself next to Snape. "Those ropes we tied you up with have Devil's Snare fibers in them. We don't want you cutting off your circulation."

The brunette whore leaned down and kissed Severus' cheek only to be rewarded with a dark menacing stare. She laughed at his attempt to intimidate her and playfully brushed his nose with her long finger.

"What was that little rhyme we use to say as children?" Sera thought for a moment before reciting the poem.

"Devil's Snare, Devil's Snare,

Its tendrils grow, avoiding the light."

In an attempt to escape from the ties that bound him, Severus tried to retrieve his wand.

"Accio..."

Snape's words were cut off quickly as he felt a warm, wet sensation embrace his cock. Looking down the length of his body, he saw Willow putting her talents to use, sucking and licking him to distraction.

"Don't bother calling your wand, Professor," Sera whispered in his ear. "Willow is taking right good care of it... Don't you think?" With that said, Serafina teased Severus' ear with her tongue, tracing the ridges and folds before targeting his sensitive earlobe.

Snape growled while he half-heartedly pulled at the bindings again. He knew it was fruitless to fight; he just didn't want the whores to know he would give in so soon.

"Don't worry, my dearest, we aren't going to harm you. Just sit back and let the experts take care of everything." The brown-haired witch's warm breath played against the side of his face, feeling much like a gentle spell cast upon him.

Actually enjoying the combination of Serafina's seductive tones and Willow's oral ministrations, Severus finally resigned his fate to the two sirens, his will to struggle forgotten.

"Willow, shall we start the show?" Serafina asked.

Willow gave Severus' cock one more long suck and circled the tip with her tongue, before she sat up to answer her friend. "No time like the present." She gently poked Snape's hard appendage and laughed. "Looks like our dear professor is ready as well."

Snape suspiciously glared at the two women, feeling extremely vulnerable at the moment. Inwardly, a part of Severus chastised himself for making such a tactical error as to let his guard down with two such unscrupulous characters around. However, another part of him couldn't help but be intrigued by the turn of events.

Serafina kissed the wizard again and gently smoothed his hair back. "We've seen how you like to act with those young school girls, but now we'd like to show you how the big girls play."

As Willow moved to the foot of the bed, she turned around and said, "Trust us, Professor. I think you'll find our little performance very enjoyable."

Snape looked about the room and noticed that the women had made a few changes while he was sleeping. The room was lit with floating candles, which softened the atmosphere, while the spicy aroma of ginger, cloves, and nutmeg drifted throughout, the fragrance giving the private quarters an exotic quality. He also noticed various large mirrors strategically placed above and around the bed. From his vantage point, he realized that the view of the bed was all-encompassing. The stage for "the show" was indisputably at the foot of his bed, and the anger that Snape felt began to subside as he grasped the whores' intentions.

On the nightstand sat a wooden box, plain in design with some decorative engraving on the top and sides. Serafina reached over and lifted the lid, softly spoke a few words and then joined her counterpart on the end of the bed. Suddenly, music permeated the room, and Severus realized that the object was a music box. It wasn't, however, just an ordinary music box that played a tinkling melody; the music emitted from this one was very realistic. The air filled with drumbeats and the melody of wooden flutes, all playing some hauntingly erotic and primal song.

The two witches kneeled and faced each other, turning slightly to present the professor with sly winks and wicked smiles right before they kissed. Their hands moved out and caressed each other's shoulders, slowly moving downward along their arms, settling on one another's waists. Willow's tongue snaked out and lightly circled Sera's lips. The brunette moaned softly while seductively exploring Willow's tongue and mouth with her own. As their mouths were busy tantalizing each other, their hands took turns tugging, pinching and massaging nipples and breasts. Sometimes they played with each other's, sometimes their own. The women moved in syncopation, no doubt having performed this little act many times before. Snape watched with great interest, catching different views of their reflections in the mirrors.

The whores continued their sensual game, teasing Severus with their intimate gestures and fondling. The melodic tune of the flutes continued to swim through his head, casting its musical spell. Meanwhile, the rhythm of the drums accentuated his growing desire, his blood raced, and his heartbeat pounded in time with the beats. He felt the urgency and the need to join the two witches at the foot of his bed, but at the same time suffered from the frustration of not being able to do so. Realizing that he had become uncomfortable watching the show in his prone position, Snape tried to use the ropes to pull himself upward. He had forgotten that they were magical ropes and cried out as they tightened painfully around his wrists. The whores giggled at his discomfort, but Sera finally placed a Levitation Spell on the secured wizard and slightly raised him up into a sitting position. The change in resistance signaled the ropes to ease up on their hold, giving Snape's circulatory system a reprieve.

Willow laughed some more and pointed towards Severus' lower torso. "Good thing we didn't place those ropes around another part of your body."

The part Willow was referring to was standing fully erect, straining desperately towards the women. The wizard's eyes narrowed into a fierce stare until Serafina interceded.

"Would you like to join us, Professor?"

"Yes," he hissed.

Snape's dark eyes were intense as he watched the women break apart and slowly maneuver on either side of his body, feeling their warmth as they cozied up to him. Soon, Willow began softly caressing his left cheek while Serafina placed gentle kisses on his right. Their free hands traveled slowly and seductively over his shoulders and chest, moving in rhythm to the music. The wizard closed his eyes briefly and let out a breath of air as he tried to relax into their touches.

"That's right," Sera whispered breathily, "let yourself get lost in the sensations... the music... the feelings."

Severus could feel himself start to give in to the whore's directions, his mind and body unwinding, floating towards the unknown, yet every beat of the drum, touch of a finger or brush of a lip became more intense, more real. He wanted to lose himself to this new experience but he had lived too many years on the edge, meeting each turn of events with suspicion. Snape fought back to recover his alert state of mind. He noticed, however, that the rope binding his hands had loosened in his state of calm, only to regain its hold when it sensed his tension.

"Relax, Professor." Willow's voice was now soothing, lacking some of the teasing quality it had previously. "If you want to play with us, you have to let go... Trust us... We're here only to pleasure you."

"That's right," said Sera as her fingers lightly explored Severus' body. "The rope won't let you go until it feels you're ready."

The ladies continued on with their touching game. It was against the wizard's better judgment to give in to the women's manipulations. Trust was not in his nature, and he certainly did not relinquish control easily either, but his desires had overtaken his will and he surrendered. He wanted desperately to touch their supple bodies, soft skin, ample breasts, and explore their intimate regions. He wanted to fall into a tangle of arms and hands that fondled and stroked him until his physical needs were satiated. Drawing in a deep breath, Snape made the decision to let himself be consumed by the witches. If this was a trick to subdue him and hand him over to authorities, he felt with certainty that he would die a satisfied man.

As Severus relaxed into the hands of the temptresses, he felt their fingers brush lightly up and down his torso. The flickering movements felt like twenty feathers set upon him, erotically dancing and teasing his skin. He felt their touches as they expertly worked their magic over his face, shoulders, chest and abdomen, never stopping, always seeking. They moved along his legs, creating chills as they touched his inner thighs, and he silently begged to be touched on his most intimate region. Then, as if to taunt or mock the wizard, the fingers slyly grazed his scrotum and continued on their way. Closing his eyes, Snape concentrated on the moment, losing himself to the seducers of his senses.

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Severus had lost track of time. The wizard was unaware of whether one minute or one hour had passed as he had been swallowed up into a world that tantalized every nerve in his body. Also unnoticed were the hands that slowly slipped the bindings away from his wrists, tenderly laying his arms at his sides. It wasn't until a sultry voice broke through the haze in his mind that he realized he was no longer a captive.

"Play with us, Professor," the woman begged in a near whisper.

Snape felt his hand being guided through the air, landing gently upon soft, warm skin. With some difficulty, he slowly opened his eyes to view Willow coaxing him to massage her right breast. Her hand covered his as she encouraged the professor to copy her movements. At first, he was tentative, trying to discern between the world he had just come from and the present moment. As his mind cleared and he concentrated on the task at hand, Severus felt wisps of hair dance across his face as another pair of hands offered him a taut, pink nipple. Like a suckling child, the man instinctively turned his head and took in its sweetness, first testing it with a few flicks of his tongue before clamping down and eagerly relishing the treat. Serafina let out a slight moan as the sensation created by the enthusiastic mouth surged through her body. Overwhelmed by this feeling, she tangled her fingers in the wizards' dark hair and pressed her bosom in closer, nearly smothering him with its fullness. In Snape's slight struggle to draw breath, he squeezed Willow's breast firmly, causing the whore to gasp aloud. For a brief moment, Severus had forgotten the other half of the sex-laden duo, and as if a startling new revelation had entered his mind, his dark eyes lit up with heightened enthusiasm. Wishing to exercise his newfound freedom, the Potions master reached out, grasped the blonde witch's thigh with his free hand and began to explore her earthly delights.

As irritating as he found Willow's insufferable chatter and inane behavior, Snape considered her talents and looks very appealing. He broke away from Serafina's breast and now focused his attentions on the contours of the other whore's body. He rolled over on his side, pinning her slightly with his body, feeling her silky skin as his right hand moved along the firm buttocks and up along the small of her back. Just as the women had performed for him earlier, Severus too began moving his hands in rhythm to the erotic and pulsing beat of the music. His hips pressed and rubbed against her as his carnal being fought desperately to bypass all the foreplay, wanting only to complete the sexual act. However, the self-control that he had honed so well was stronger and promised him a much more satisfying experience.

Willow sighed pleasantly as she felt the wizard's heat against her. Throughout the night, she had developed her own sexual tension and was quite aggravated by not having the opportunity to release it. The blonde witch realized that, in fact, she had felt slight jealousy and resentment towards her friend, Sera, as she became conscious of their coital activities in the next room. There was even a sense that she was somewhat ignored by the dark wizard, dismissed so casually to clean his house. After all, she thought, didn't I give him the best blow job available out of Knockturn Alley? Willow was fully aware that this was just another "job" and that it was silly of her to feel this way, still... The professor had sparked her desire. She wanted him to touch her intimately with those long, delicate fingers, to taste and tease her with his mouth and tongue, to plunge into her wetness, stroking her until she screamed out her relief. It was her sexual yearning that had inspired the game they were playing at this moment. Willow only needed to create the opportunity to be with the professor again, and it didn't take much to convince Serafina that a ménage à trois was in order. Only this time, she would be the receiver of his swollen cock. With no time to waste, she reached down, cupped the professor's balls, and massaged them purposely. Hearing his breath catch in his throat, she knew she had a very captive audience.

Quickly adjusting his leg, Severus offered the whore better access to his hardened groin. Burying his face between the blonde witch's breasts, the wizard groaned in pleasure as Willow's hand continued to tease and manipulate his scrotum. He felt his engorged shaft strain desperately, its blood pulsing to the beat of the erotic music. Each throb, each pulsation, pushed him closer to the brink, further out of control. He needed more of her. He needed to drown himself in what this woman had to offer. As he started to shift his body further against Willow, he felt another presence move in behind him. It was Serafina, who positioned her warm body along Snape's, her mouth blazing a trail of hot, moist kisses along his neck and shoulders. The brunette's tongue played with his ear and traced along and down his spine, nipping the sensitive areas of his skin, producing a new burst of excitement to run through him. Willow noticed the professor's distraction and became annoyed with her cohort. Her eyes blazed as she watched Sera's hand snake along his side and over his abdomen, caressing him as she made her way to her target. Severus delighted in the sensation as fingers brushed lightly through the coarse hair that grew thick below his abdomen. Before Sera could make her next move, however, Willow grasped Snape's cock, snatching the possession away from the other witch.

The blonde whore hissed agitatedly. "It's my turn!" With that said, the witch began stroking the penis with a determined grip.

Serafina's eyes widened with surprise. In all the times the two of them had worked together, she had never seen Willow act in such a way. They always participated in such acts as a team, pleasuring their client together. It was never to be taken personally if a client chose one over the other and up until now it never had been.

Confused, she whispered, "Willow, what's gotten into you?"

Severus was too wrapped up in the ministrations of Willow's hand to notice that a fight was about to ensue over his family jewels.

Willow snarled at her friend, "You got him not once, but twice! All I got was his cock in my mouth, dirty knees and dishpan hands from scrubbing his bloody floor!"

"Twice? I only fucked him once! Have you forgotten how to count?"

"He pleasured you twice." Willow's half whisper laid a sharp emphasis on the last word. "Once downstairs and once in his bed. Don't think I couldn't hear you two going at it." The blonde witch's eyes glared at her friend accusingly as she increased the speed at which she pumped the shaft in her hand.

Sera was now the one feeling agitated and hissed back. "The first time, I pleasured myself if you had wits enough to notice! And the second time... Yes! We fucked! That's my job, Willow. That's what we get paid to do."

Suddenly, the two whores heard a groan, and Willow noticed that the professor was grasping at the sheets.

"If you are going to fuck him, you'd better hurry, dearie!" Sera's voice was heavy with sarcasm.

Willow slowed her hand motion down and released Severus' cock, ignoring the moan of frustration emitting from the wizard beside her. She looked at her long time friend and sighed. "I'm sorry, Sera." The blonde reached out and touched Serafina's cheek and gave her a small smile. "We've worked together too long to let this get in the way."

Sera's eyes softened as she listened to Willow.

"I don't know what has taken possession of me," Willow continued, "but I do know of a solution." She gave the brunette a sly wink before leaning down and whispering something in the professor's ear.

Willow then sat up and positioned herself over Severus' hips, gyrating her bottom in order to tease the man below her. Like a viper striking out, Snape reached out and caught Serafina's arms.

Pulling her down to meet his face he said, with quiet intensity, "So, you wonder if I'm wizard enough to please the both of you." His dark eyes taunted Sera as he continued. "In many ways, the tongue can be more satisfying than the wand... Perhaps you need another demonstration of my talents."

Serafina grinned, as she understood the professor's meaning. Without much hesitation, she gracefully situated herself over Severus' face, granting him access to what lay nestled between her thighs. As she pressed closer, she felt his warm breath against the folds of her femininity while his mouth began its exploration. She closed her eyes and began concentrating on the well-placed movements of the wizard's tongue as it seductively traced her labia before flicking and swirling across her aroused nub. A jolt of pleasure shot through her body when Snape's tongue suddenly dipped into her vagina, lapping up her excitement. Releasing a small gasp, Sera barely noticed Willow's hands grasping her torso as the blonde witch braced herself, rocking against the man below them.

It was what she had wanted all evening. Willow finally had control of the professor, intimately, pressing against his hardness. She suffered most of the night, wanting what she couldn't quite have...until now. The past few years of satisfying men had made the whore indifferent to sex. She had learned to put on a very good act when playing up to her clients' desires and faking orgasms with mediocre "lovers." It was always a job, and she became an actress, as such. Tonight, however, this mysterious man had reawakened some latent sexual feelings that Willow thought she would never again experience. As she rocked herself against the professor, she focused on newly found sensations, savoring the excitement caused by the contact of her flesh against his. The feel of this wizard's sex sliding in and pressing deep within her body made her alive, and she moaned out her satisfaction. The intensity of their action was building; the friction against her clit sent waves of pleasure from the depths of her soul to the tips of her curled toes. Willow felt her body consumed by an uncontrollable power and grasped Serafina's hips as she gave in to the force. Her screams of liberation set off a chain reaction, for soon, Severus was bucking hard, seeking his own release, as sounds of Sera's fulfillment filled the air.

The trio fell in a tangle of arms, legs and perspiring bodies. Long tresses of black, brown and blonde hair lay spread out upon the bed and across each other, framing their contented faces. No effort was made to talk as they each basked in their own post-coital world.