Chapter 59: Wedding Nights

Lily's squeal of surprised and delighted laughter abruptly petered out upon Severus setting her down after carrying his bride across the threshold. The intimate custom had brought back the flicker of a memory – one of many that were only growing steadily stronger and achieving more clarity in the year since she had awoken from her amnesia.

But that wasn't the only reason the new Lillian Snape felt conspicuous. For she now found herself trapped in the heated, smoldering stare of her…. her husband. (Her heart swelled. Husband. Severus was her husband. If anyone had told her she would one day marry her childhood best friend, and that it would be her second marriage, she would have laughed).

Right now, however, she felt shy. Almost as if she were suddenly naked before him. From the way Severus was now undressing her with his eyes, she might as well be.

She smiled weakly. "So….."

Severus just smirked and strode towards his wife. Taking her in his arms, Lily braced both hands against his chest, hazel eyes fixated on the tie of his dress robes, feeling quite shy. Lashes fluttering, she lifted her head to peer deep into his black orbs.

"Un….unzip me, will you?"

Severus reached out a paw of a hand to caress her face lovingly, and she trembled, even as she leaned into his touch. She felt Severus reach around her to find the zipper at the back of her wedding dress.

Then, slowly, the zipper came undone.

Shrugging the bridal gown off of her shoulders, Lily let it pool to the floor at her feet, revealing her naked beauty. She felt, heard her husband suck in a breath before he suddenly crowded against her and kissed her breathless, arms sweeping up her back.

It was now at this moment that she let insecurity overtake her.

"Wait…. Mmmm… Sev, please, wait," she implored. To his credit, Severus restrained himself and they broke apart, already panting.

"Are you afraid, love?" Severus searched her eyes.

She tried to grin at him, though the smile was nervous and didn't quite reach her eyes. "Not of you. I'm….. What if I don't remember how to make love to you?"

"I'll help you," Severus dipped his lips into the soft curve of her neck and Lily dropped her head back, hazel orbs rolling into the back of her head. She began to pant, causing her bare breasts, which Severus now cupped the swell of with one palm, to heave like a bellows. With the other, he groped low to feel up the toned, shapely curve of her rear, squeezing one cheek.

"What if…. what if I don't….. Whoooooh! –" Lily squeaked with pleasant surprise as she felt Severus gallingly grip the underside of her thigh and hoist it high, so that she curled it about his torso in one, fluid motion, and in perfect harmony. "What if I don't…. please you?"

"But you have," Severus murmured into her shoulder. "And it was more than I could have imagined." He resumed to capturing her mouth with his and Lily allowed herself to tentatively sink into it, this still relatively new intimacy thrilling and scary for her. When they broke the languorous kiss at last, her pupils had become dilated.

Severus searched her face. "What is it?"

"It just…. feels like the first time. For me," Lily stammered, still struggling with fears of inadequacy.

Severus just gave her a lopsided grin. "All the more reason to enjoy it. After all, how many women can say they've had me more than once and felt something anew each time?"

Lily smirked and half-heartedly swatted at his chest. "Flatterer." The couple shared a chuckle. Lily gulped, her throat dry. Still, she chose to leap.

"Kiss me, Severus…."

Her husband obeyed, his lips on hers alternating from long and heavy snogging to quick, frenetic pecks and the newlyweds stumbled back towards the four poster bed without full awareness. They were only aware of what they intended to do, as Lily began to peel Severus's dress robes off of him. She fell back onto the mattress, taking the man she loved with her so that he settled on top of her. Here, the kissing finally paused for the moment. Taking a deep breath, Lily invitingly spread her legs for him, so Severus could nestle between them.

"Lillian…." Severus peered down at her. "If you're not ready. Are you sure you want to….?"

In answer, she clamped her thighs around him. "I love you, Severus. I can't control it. And now I don't care."

Capturing her lips with his, Severus slowly pushed inside of her.

The feel of him within her felt strangely familiar, and it made her gasp, flopping her head back into the pillow. Her fingers curled into fists, gripping the bedclothes, and her toes curled, scrabbling for purchase along the bedspread as her husband began to thrust. Cautiously, she rocked her hips in perfect time, meeting him. With her arms she drew him close, whimpering as Severus became enamored with her cleavage, taking one of her nipples into her mouth and starting to suck.

"Huhhhh… Uhhhhhhh… Mmmmmmmm… Hmmmmm….. Sev-Severus….. Faster, please….. I – Ohhhhhh, yessssssssss…"

Severus grunted and picked up his pace, pounding her into the mattress. Lily could only make unintelligible noises, marveling at the wonders of coitus, of how two people who started off as friends could eventually end up embarking on an act of the deepest intimacy together, as they now played the Beast With Two Backs.

"Say that you love me!" Severus growled.

Lily moaned. "I love you." She was breathless. Hands having now reached up to claw at his back, she found purchase in his buttocks and she dug in, her nails pinching the skin. "Say that you're mine."

"I'm yours," he growled, and she sighed.

"Severus, please…. please…" she was sobbing now. "I'm going to cum for you! Please make me cum! Make me cu-ahhhhhhh….. Ahhhhhhh… AHHHHHHHHH!... AHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Arching her back, her orgasm ripped through her with a shout, and her toes curled again. Severus followed her over the edge a moment later, grunting as he spilled his cum into her fluttering walls.

Suddenly, he was rolling her onto her back and seizing her hips, yanking her tight buttocks high and forcing her to maneuver into a kind of plank position.

"On your knees, love," he whispered in her ear.

Lily's hazel eyes went huge but she dazedly obeyed him, even as her mind raced. She had never gone at it doggy-style in her life, not even with James. So she waited with both a nervous anticipation and deep curiosity as Severus lined up at her rear entrance. She felt the muscle between her arse cheeks stretch as he experimentally pushed into her.

"Breathe through the pain, Lillian."

She nodded dumbly. Next second, she arched her back like a cat and threw back her head with a cry of shock and pleasure as Severus took her in the ass with one thrust. Severus and Lily began to rut and jerk against each other shamelessly, and the motion of their again playing the Beast With Two Backs drew Severus's cock in deeper.

"Who do you belong to?" Severus snarled as he bore down.

"Y-You….." Lily whimpered.

"Are you my plaything?"

"Y-YES!" Lily wailed as she squeezed her arse cheeks, trapping him and squeezing him. He only pumped into her faster.

"Then SAY it!"

She grit her teeth, and snarled. "I'm your bloody plaything!"

Severus howled and began to fuck her at a truly punishing pace. Lily craned back her head, curling a hand around the back of his neck to pull him down into a deep kiss.

"MMMMMMM-HMMMMM!" she squealed into his mouth when she felt her buttocks entrap his cock again at the moment he came, milking him completely.

Lily barely gave him a chance to rest before she was flipping them both in a kind of ju-jitsu, slamming Severus onto the mattress as she swung a creamy leg over his hips to straddle him. Clambering down his body, she studied his softening cock with interest before inhaling deeply. Rearing forward, she took him deep into her mouth.

Severus went damn near rigid on the bed and lost all control, canting into his wife's face.

"Minx!" he growled.

Lily smirked, but then gagged as her husband humped his cock dangerously deep into her willing mouth. Tenderly, she lolled her tongue out to lick the underside of his shaft, massaging the foreskin with it. Eventually she dared to hungrily lick his balls, tucking the sack past her bottom lip so that his member eased down her throat a little. Severus was by now bucking into her face.

"Lily….. Lily….. LILLIAN!" He emptied all he had into her with a yell; keeping her lips puckered and sealed around him, Lily accepted his offering like a dutiful wife and greedily gulped it all down. When she finally extracted herself from him, the only sign that she had given him head was a ring of lipstick around his shaft.

Lashes fluttering, she lifted her eyes to meet his. After a moment, the friends turned lovers turned husband and wife broke into mad giggles and leaned in to share a chaste, natural peck on the lips.

They had dated for a few years before finally deciding to tie the knot, which Hermione Weasley took to be quite sensible - ironic, considering the Greatest Witch of her Age herself had waited scarcely a year after the war before saying 'I Do.' As for her husband, as well as the rest of their friend group, the waiting had been agony.

Nevertheless, the engagement of the Chosen One was a big media affair once it occurred. Even as the day of her nuptials approached, the bride to be appeared utterly at peace, and most content.

In defiance of much spectacle, and because neither Neville nor Luna really wanted to wait any longer, they ended up holding a quiet ceremony the day before the actual events, out in the green, rolling hills just beyond Lovegood family estate of the Rook, by now meticulously rebuilt. Only reporters for The Quibbler were tipped off in advance.

Hermione Weasley (neé Granger) was named Matron of Honor, a request which had surprised both women who held such diametrically opposing belief systems on... well, on matters of opinion and belief itself. As for the groom, there was no question whom the Best Man would be, though Hermione had made clear to her husband that if he did any skewering of poor Xenophilius over certain mistakes past during the reception roast, she would personally ensure their own union would one day die childless. She was inherently pleased (and a little smug) when Ron remained on his best behavior... mostly, though there were indeed no politically incorrect jokes to be had.

Neville was in awe of the woman who would soon be called his wife. Luna was buzzing, radiant in her white dress. As her father escorted up the aisle towards her future, the Boy Who Lived detected not a hint of doubt in her beaming, meditative smile. The bride only seemed to develop an uncharacteristic solemnity, contemplativeness, after she had been passed off by a teary Xenophilius, after Kingsley Shacklebolt (who agreed to officiate) had proclaimed these two young people bonded for life as wizard and wife.

Neville was reverent as he lifted his bride's veil, Luna's silvery eyes shining up at him shyly, her long eyelashes fluttering. Surrounded by the white powder of a new fallen snow and with sprigs of mistletoe dangling everywhere one looked - they were even in the bride's wedding bouquet - the scene appeared picturesque. Even the burrowing Nargles were surely holding their collective breath, hoping their presence would 'put those foolish thoughts into heads' and hasten that symbolic gesture which sealed a union.

Swaying into Neville with the courage and understanding of what she was about to do, for he was all she wanted, Luna tilted her head in silent invitation, her lips slightly parted.

Then, her silver eyes fluttering shut, Luna gasped prettily as Neville bent and kissed her, and any doubt that may have burrowed into her belly like a mischievous Nargle melted away in the way the snow flurries swirling about them would one day soon melt. Her lips parted under his, like a flower petal bursting into full bloom, and tossing her bouquet aside with a carefree wave of her hand, Luna melted up into her... her husband (Neville was her husband!) and happily kissed him back. Her fingers wove themselves into his hair, her arms draped with ease about his shoulders, though her grip tightened once Neville dipped her back a bit and deepened the kiss to rowdy cheers.

There was indeed, only the heroic Gryffindor and his bewitching Ravenclaw, Neville and Luna, and the scent of dying pine in the rolling hills and fields of Devonshire beyond...

Wedding nights were supposed to be traditional.

But in most things when it came to her married life, the new Mrs. Luna Longbottom (neé Lovegood) did not intend to be traditional. Not in waiting to shag her husband before marriage, and certainly not in where she shagged him, or how.

The greenhouse on the windswept hill out back of the Rook had filled with condensation, obfuscating everything and all inside. Suddenly, a hand reached up to slap against the glass, before the fingers curled and then the palm drew away, leaving behind a dewey print.

Laid out like a feast on a cleared Herbology worktable, covered in soil and her own sweat as well as that of her husband's, Luna Lovegood made the most pleasured of noises as her Neville continued to slurp at the petals of her sex.

"Oh, God – Godric….. Oh, Godric! Neville, I….. Godric, darling, I'm close!"

Neville mumbled something unintelligible from down in the curls of her femininity. He found her nub and sucked on it, and weaving her fingers into his curly dark hair hard enough to pinch, Luna let out a shriek.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She practically sang out the sound as she came impossibly hard on his face. Emerging from her sopping folds, Neville gave her a saucy grin that made Luna blush rogue down to her hard and pert breasts.

"Ah, that went well."

Luna grinned beatifically. "Indeed." Turning, she sultrily inverted onto her knees, lifting her ass temptingly into his face. "Now: fuck me!"

Taking her between the arse cheeks with one powerful thrust, Neville obliged. Twerking back into him, Luna's operatic cries echoed through the greenhouse.

"Ohhhhhhh….. OHHHHHHHHHHH!"