Chapter title from True Blood theme song "Bad Things" by Jace Everett.
Explicit warning, last part of chapter. Like, really explicit. Not going to hold back for at least this chapter and the next, so buckle up or skip. 😂 We've waited this long, so I'm going to give y'all every juicy detail.
"This just seems bloody irresponsible," Colleen declared as she tossed Ben's little clothes and his favorite stuffed animal into his rucksack. "Weren't Tonks's parents just interrogated by Death Eaters at their house? The very house we're sending Ben to?"
"Yes," Sirius admitted. "But with the Death Eaters very recently there, Tonks seems to think they'd have no reason to come back for awhile. And Snape confirmed the interrogations are planned and follow a formula, for now. Besides, Andromeda is my cousin, my family, and a wonderful witch. She'll spoil Benji rotten."
"And just who are they going to think Ben is? You're dead, remember?"
Sirius grinned. "Apparently I was a man-whore the minute I escaped from Azkaban, and Benji's Muggleborn mum's about to go on the run rather than register with the Ministry. So she contacted my cousin, the Auror, for help."
"Ben is five."
"Ehh... three...five...what's a couple years when you're a wizard and you can live to be 150 or more?"
"Sirius, this is never going to work. Ben has the vocabulary of a seven year old, at least."
Sirius sighed. "Okay. Here's the thing. Tonks is honestly just going to say it's a kid she's taken in. There's a lot of unrest out there with Muggleborns in a panic, so wayward kids coming on the radar of Aurors isn't that far-fetched. The whole post-Azkaban story was my flair thrown in. They'll probably omit that part. And if Dromeda discovers the truth— well, it's not the end of the world. The Tonks family can be trusted. Like you said, they were tortured by Death Eaters and didn't break. They're strong. It's good for Benji to be around his wizarding family. My family, not the damn traitorous Middlesworths."
"Tortured? Seems like an awful lot of risk just so we can get laid, Sirius. We're god-awful parents."
Sirius lifted her chin and gave her a peck on the lips. "You've been with Ben every single minute since Snape rescued him in February, except the one night we allowed ourselves a honeymoon. It's normal for parents to rely on others to help. And it's good for children to be around new people and see more than just the walls of their own home. Trust me, I know what it's like to be on house arrest. And honestly, Remus said Ted is thinking about fleeing himself before the registration deadline is up. There may not be that much time left for Benji to even meet them. Trust me— I saw Tonks up in the air that night they transferred Harry. She's one amazing witch, Colleen. And Remus is brilliant and can apparate with Benji quickly if needed. Our boy will be safe one night, and you deserve a night off...to bask in hours of sweet, mind-blowing pleasure at the hands of three magical beings."
Sirius's voice was husky and hypnotic in her ear, and Colleen leaned forward to rest her head on his chest. She took a breath to ground herself. They were bonded on scent, and his was like a drug to her whenever she was spiraling.
"Are you sure don't mind me being with Severus?" she whispered, needing to change the topic before her mum anxiety drove her insane.
"No," Sirius answered honestly. "Not sure at all. But I'm going to try to think with my other head tonight and let go. I had an idea, though, if you think you might be up for it."
"Oh, boy, here we go," Colleen said with a grin. "Whenever you say that, I literally have NO idea what might be going through your mind."
Sirius laid back on Ben's bed, stuffing a teddy bear behind his head. A five-year old's room probably wasn't the best setting for this conversation, but at least the boy himself was outside playing with Rhiannon. The witch had volunteered for the job to expedite Colleen's packing, obsessed with overseeing every task that day to make sure nothing jeopardized her master plan.
"To make this a little more...palatable..." Sirius began, "I was thinking that maybe you could role play a bit. With Snape."
Colleen's hands paused in zipping Ben's suitcase. "Role play how?"
Sirius cleared his throat. "Like being his filthy cum-slut. You know, instead of my wife."
Colleen felt a flutter deep in her core, and surprisingly she didn't blush. "Yes, I think I could manage that," she said softly.
Sirius seemed taken aback. "Really? You mean...you've thought about this?"
Colleen sank down next to him and laced her fingers with his. "I think we all need to get something out of this that we don't normally get," she said carefully. "I already have a husband that I'm madly in love with. But every time we've tried something...I don't know...a little more 'rough' or 'dark,' we end up abandoning it to be funny or sweet. There's nothing wrong with that; it's just us. But we do try some less vanilla stuff...which tells me the desire must be there. We just have trouble making it our reality. Maybe that's where Severus and Rhiannon could come in. Become our missing pieces...our temporary fantasy. While you and I remain each other's constant reality. Does that make sense?"
Sirius nodded, relief washing over his face. "Perfect sense. No wonder you got perfect marks on your philosophy papers, love. No one articulates the hard stuff like you do. It's truly an amazing gift...especially considering it's my scrambled brain you keep making sense of."
Colleen laughed and pressed a kiss to his scratchy stubble. "Maybe I've just gone wobbly right there with you. But at least we have an understanding going into tonight."
They made their way downstairs to find the Lupins packed and ready to go, dressed in their travel cloaks since the mid-September air had started to get a bit nippy.
"Let it be known throughout history what a good friend I am to you," Remus declared with a pat on Sirius's back. "This takes 'wingman' to a whole new level."
"Good afternoon, Colleen Black. Tell me, are you quite prepared for your ravishment this evening?"
Severus's voice was like absinthe being piped directly into her veins. Colleen had been in the Potions room less than two seconds and her head was already spinning. Just as he wasted no time broaching the subject, he wasted no time crossing over to her with a determined and almost overconfident stride. Colleen knew him; he was nervous. And he compensated for it by being fierce and nearly lethal in his quest for dominance. And Colleen was like putty in his hands.
The sound of Snape's heavy boots on the old wood floor came to a pause when he stepped behind her, his masterful fingers grasping the right side of her hair and pushing it aside to expose her neck. She held her breath, fully expecting to feel his lips meet that magic spot. But they never came. Snape just hovered there, her hair in his fist, his breath a mere ghost on her skin.
His voice came as a light "tsk tsk" against her ear. "Were you expecting a kiss? Silly girl. You know the cauldron must be brought to a simmer before the brew begins."
Colleen managed a shaky nod, feeling his one hand come around her waist and rest against her stomach, the fingertips of the other now on the back of her neck and circling a beauty mark he found there.
"That's a good girl," murmured Severus. "Tonight, and whenever you are at the mercy of the caress of my hand, the touch of my lips, or the invasion of my stiff, swollen member into any one of your wet and luscious entrances, you will know that you are my whore. At the moment our bodies connect in any way, you cease to be a wife, a mother, or a lover. When you are mine, you are my Muggle slut— wracked with desire, depraved, and subject to my control. Do you understand?"
The phantom absinthe in her veins was now causing them to collapse upon themselves. A tremor shook every fiber of her body.
"Y— yes, sir."
As degrading and reviling as it sounded, it was the same sentiment Sirius had just espoused moments before. To Sirius, she was his wife and the mother of his children. To Rhiannon, she was a playful lover. To Snape, she was a whore. It made perfect sense, and it kept the lines firm.
Severus turned her loose with a slight push, flexing his fingers out for emphasis, his black eyes sharp. His normal demeanor with her was reserved, professional, sometimes critical, but generally kind. Today, he tried to make their new game clear.
"What are we brewing today?" Colleen asked, anxious to bring their regular rapport back until they reached the bedroom. It dawned on her she didn't even know whose bedroom they would be using.
"It's experimental...again," Snape replied. "I haven't yet named it. Though I have made it once. The main ingredient is sea holly, a potent aphrodisiac and also a very practical preventative against some of the unfortunate painful side effects of multiple members and digits being inserted into various orifices of different individuals."
"So it prevents UTIs," Colleen said simply. Leave it to Snape to be clinical about this whole endeavor.
"Very astute, my Muggle whore. Also in the blend you'll find lavender, geranium, marjoram, and clary sage— all of which ease self-consciousness and anxiety. We add a touch of ylang ylang for arousal, and a base of cedarwood to heighten sense of smell. I have been infusing water with rose petals from your lovely bushes out front — also arousing and pleasing to the senses, as well as being symbolic of divine or mystical love. It will serve as our base and dilution once heat is applied."
"Is this edible or topical?" Colleen asked, taking notes. Her mind did hinge a bit on his mentioning of the word "love" and its longer term implications, but she tried not to dwell. She knew Sirius was conceptualizing this as more of a one-time event.
"A drop or two on the tongue shall suffice. We will be dividing some of the ingredients to make topical salves as well, and making some basic pain relief and stamina potions. It's easy to get caught up in the lustful fancies of such an event and forget the realities."
Colleen leaned with chin in hand, studying him— the harsh lines of his face and mouth, contrasted by the soft gentleness of his hair. She knew Snape wanted her as his whore, and that it made it easier on Sirius to compartmentalize. But she wouldn't mind a few tender moments— maybe coaxing that face to relax, showing him with her body how much she appreciated him and everything he was doing for all of them.
Whores can do that too, she reminded herself. It's not all just whips and chains. Sometimes it's a soothing touch or a listening ear.
Like in the book she'd loaned Severus for the beach.
"What are we brewing?" Rhiannon asked brightly, almost skipping into the Potions room. She wrapped her arms around Colleen from behind and kissed her cheek, then crossed the room to embrace her husband. Snape regaled her with the list, and she nodded with approval.
"I've been brewing too, the past couple days," Rhiannon said excitedly. "Basically all the essentials from Aphrodite's Almanac of Aphrodisiacs. I also bought everything on their suggested dinner menu. Sirius is in the kitchen cooking it all up now."
"Gods, we're all going to be so horny we explode, Rhiannon," Colleen muttered.
The witch grinned. "That's the point, my love. I also carved four runes into candles and set them all over our bedroom. I decided on Love, Victory, Harmony, and Peace. I laid out all the crystals as well— ones I thought would speak to our individual needs."
Rhiannon paused and took in Severus and Colleen's blank, bemused faces.
"What?" she said indignantly. "Do you know how many orgasms will be generated in that room tonight? I'm turning every single one into a magical child on the astral plane. Did you think I would let them go to waste?"
"Of course not, darling," Snape replied silkily. "But you should remember to enjoy yourself as well— you don't want to be all work and no play on your birthday."
Colleen smiled. She adored how caring and romantic he could be with her. It was like he was a whole different person. They were all just so damn good for each other that it was easy to be in love with their love itself as much as with each individual person.
"Oh, I'll enjoy myself," Rhiannon assured him, squeezing his waist from behind as he worked. "This is the best day of my life and it's barely begun. My heart was broken, back when you and Sirius would tell me this could never happen, and now here we are, and with our beautiful Colleen added into the mix. That's why it couldn't happen before— we were waiting for her." The witch was positively giddy.
"And waiting to make sure Severus and Sirius wouldn't kill each other," Colleen added. "How are you feeling about that, Severus, all right?" She was still having the hardest time picturing the two of them in this scenario. She could see herself and Rhiannon easily, and could see both wizards making love to each wife, but she couldn't for the life of her picture Sirius and Severus side by side, or even in the same room.
"Let's see, Colleen. Naked and aroused, locked inside a room with my lifelong enemy who tried to kill me, with my hands and lips all over his wife. How do you assume I would be feeling?"
"Not that great," she mumbled in response, returning to grinding lavender with her mortar and pestle. "Then why agree to it?" The inquisitive philosophy student and legal mind within her just wouldn't give up trying to understand. It was so hard to jump into something when she couldn't fully get her head around it.
When Snape didn't answer, his wife spoke up. "Severus once explained to me that hate can be a drug, and it gives a high. I don't think the hate remains any longer, but perhaps the high does."
"But you said we needed to eradicate negative energy," protested Colleen. "That certainly sounds negative."
"It's all in how you look at it." Rhiannon set to work on the stamina potions. She'd once taught Colleen that wizards could last all night with the proper magic, and clearly that was the goal.
"Hate is simply passion infused with anger," the witch continued. "When one is no longer angry, it's just passion."
"I told you, there will be nothing between Black and myself," Severus warned sternly.
"I know that there will be nothing physical, Severus. But I don't think either of you would enter into a room together like this without some kind of force motivating you. You like the idea of playing games with one another and testing your wills and wits. Sexuality isn't always about bodies — sometimes it can be about the humor, the tease, the challenge. The innuendo, the tension, the power play. No one who has listened to the two of you interact could deny that it exists. It just adds a whole other dimension to our fun."
Once again, the witch hit the nail on the head. Dumbledore couldn't have found a more capable professor to teach sex. Colleen figured some wizarding parents would probably balk if they knew everything she was teaching, but perhaps magical beings weren't as prudish as Muggles.
Sirius was putting the finishing touches on Rhiannon's birthday dinner as the three of them made their way to the dining room, having just bathed and changed after their Potions session. Rhiannon had ordered everyone to bathe in rosewater with saffron at some point that day, just as Cleopatra had done in ancient times before taking a lover. Sirius had set the long table with tall, red taper candles, a rich brocade tablecloth, and the silver rimmed china Colleen had received as a gift for her first wedding and never actually used. They had unpacked it into the antique hutch at the new house, and Sirius had polished it up for the occasion along with silver flatware and sparkling crystal goblets.
"And now we see how he was such a playboy," Rhiannon remarked. "How many seductions-by candlelight-dinner did you orchestrate after Hogwarts, Sirius Black?"
"None so important as this one," Sirius replied, greeting Colleen with a tender kiss. "I want you ladies to feel like the queens you are tonight. Happy birthday, Rhiannon."
Rhiannon ran to Sirius with her feather-like steps and pulled him into a firm kiss before finishing with a gentle nibble on his lower lip. Colleen lowered her eyes shyly, already turned on by just that simple act. She linked her arm through Severus's and led him to the table, boldly indicating for him to sit beside her.
"My presumptuous whore dares to sit at my right hand for dinner," Severus said with mock disapproval. "What shall I do with such a brazen little minx?"
"Forgive my boldness, sir." Colleen jumped right in. "I was overcome by your presence and couldn't help myself." She glanced up at Sirius for confirmation and was greeted with a wink before he returned to the kitchen for the plates.
Sirius had gone back to wizarding attire for the occasion— a plum striped shirt, gray patterned vest, and burgundy velvet robe. Severus was in the usual black, but had chosen a well-tailored jacket with a raven sheen that had a more formal air about it. Rhiannon was in a short, slinky, silver and black abstract dress, sleeveless and slit straight up to the top of her hip. Colleen's choice of dress was more modest and classic— an off-the-shoulder navy satin gown, elegant and fitted to her curves. As they started on their meal, Colleen was aware of the sexually charged room just from the sheer beauty of the people within it. They all looked ridiculously good together.
The four of them enjoyed multiple courses: Oysters Rockefeller, panzanella with fresh garden tomatoes, prosciutto, fig, and arugula flatbread, merlot soaked pears, and vanilla cake batter chocolate truffles. Rhiannon was already moaning throughout the meal just from the food.
"You outdid yourself, Black. Truly magnificent meal," Severus concluded. "Perhaps we should enlist you to re-train the house elves at Hogwarts once tasting one's food is again permitted."
"You'd have all the students in detention if we fed them these sexy foods, Severus," Rhiannon laughed. "And we'd have to add more broom closets."
"It was truly amazing, Sirius," Colleen added. "I'm blissfully stuffed."
Sirius and Rhiannon exploded into snickers like teenage boys in a locker room.
"Shall we tell her how blissfully stuffed she is about to be?" Sirius's voice seemed to dance on the air, its playfulness tinged with a bit of threat.
Colleen's face flushed as red as the tomatoes in the panzanella. She was grateful, though, that Sirius was finding some humor in the situation and seemed to be relaxed. The heat in Colleen's face was only made worse when she felt Severus's hand grip her leg near her knee then slowly slide up her thigh, taking the satin of her evening dress along with it.
"Go to Rhiannon's and my bedroom and light the candles," Snape commanded in a low voice. "The rest of us will clear the table and join you momentarily."
"Using magic," Rhiannon added. "We won't be long."
Colleen stood slowly to obey, her eyes searching Sirius's one last time. He came over to her, cradling her head in his hands as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"I love you," Sirius whispered, and Colleen mirrored him in reply before ascending the stairs.
She'd never been in the Snapes' bedroom before. It was the same size as the Blacks', being a twin master with an en-suite bathroom as part of the original house, while the Lupins' almost flat-like abode upstairs with its two bedrooms and living space seemed like a later addition. Rhiannon had decorated every inch of their space with intentionality, filling it with herbs, plants, candles, crystals, spell books, and talismans. There were celestial diagrams and American folk magic symbols, models of the moon in its various phases, and a seemingly endless shelf of potion bottles. Sheer, layered green drapes accented the large arch window that overlooked the woods side of their home, while Colleen and Sirius's room overlooked the sea. At the center of it all was a large four-poster bed, intricately carved in dark wood, with its bedding a green ode to her husband's Slytherin allegiances but tempered with soft, earthy colored throws and pillows on top. Colleen laughed a bit when she thought of Sirius making love in a Slytherin bed, but she hoped Rhiannon's decorative touches would make it a bit more acceptable to him.
The room also contained a black velvet chaise lounge, several wardrobe cabinets, and a long dresser where the witch had placed the candles and crystals for tonight's event. Colleen lit the candles as instructed, then took the liberty of lighting one of the more mild incense cones to add a smoky note to the delightful herbal mix of the bedroom. Her stomach was a leaping knot of nerves, and she already ached to be filled, held, tortured, and loved. Her mind couldn't even really imagine the logistics of it all, so her yearning was just for a vague tangling, where their beauty and power would encapsulate her in its center.
Only a few minutes went by before the witch and wizards appeared, filing into the room silently. Rhiannon made a few adjustments with her wand to the lighting and room temperature before closing the door.
"Why do we need the door closed when no one is here?" Snape immediately challenged her.
"I agree. I don't want to feel claustrophobic," Sirius piped up.
"We can't let the energy escape the room or be infected with energy from elsewhere in the house," Rhiannon explained, as if it were obvious.
Colleen hugged herself nervously. She'd become so sexually confident since her first time with Sirius, but all that erased itself as they waited in silence, no one meeting the eyes of another, except for Rhiannon, who seemed to be appraising them all.
"Severus, can you administer the sea holly to everyone, please?" his wife requested, and Snape quickly began doling out the blue glass bottles.
Colleen's mind went back to her old jokes about the Order being a cult and wondering if she should expect some initiation ritual. This wasn't far from what she'd envisioned. It all felt prescribed and clinical, and she wasn't sure this was the best way for it to be. The earthy drops of Severus's potion creation fell on her tongue— natural ingredients from the earth but swirled together with magic from his wand. She heard herself let out a sigh as it took effect, as if the tension were truly escaping her body. She immediately looked at Severus and swore she saw him smile at her a bit. Sirius gave a series of shrugs, working out the tightness in his shoulders.
"Now, everyone should take off their clothes," instructed Rhiannon. "It removes self-consciousness if we all start from an equal place."
"All our clothes?" Sirius confirmed.
"Every stitch."
The Gryffindor grinned and gave a series of swishes with his wand, causing both women's dresses and undergarments to swirl about them like animated cartoon stars before becoming nothing but particles in the air.
"Sirius, I loved that dress," Colleen scolded him, forgetting for a brief moment that her womanhood was on full display for the whole room.
"I'll buy you another, love." Sirius barely had time to reply before Rhiannon did nearly the same to him, but left his clothes intact as they folded themselves neatly into an empty drawer.
"I know you're rather fond of that velvet jacket," the witch told him with a smile. Her eyes took a moment to appreciate his body after such a long absence. Rhiannon turned her attention to her husband next. Severus's black orbs were fixed on Colleen in a way that made Colleen desperate to hide.
"Look at me," Severus ordered.
Colleen did, slowly, watching as his clothes were sent next to Sirius's in the drawer. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth and licked her lips involuntarily. Severus was broad, solid...powerful. Being naked made him appear taller; he didn't have the intricate turns of muscle that Sirius did, but instead his strength was distributed throughout in one firm, sturdy block. His eyes were still fixed on her, his cock growing firmer as his gaze drifted from Colleen's ample breasts to the neatly trimmed triangle between her thighs. She could tell his girth was impressive— perhaps not as long as Sirius, but he already looked like he would stretch her walls to their max, and he wasn't even fully erect yet. Colleen's only other lover besides Sirius had been her former husband, who wasn't nearly as blessed in that department. She wondered if this was a wizard thing.
"Tell her, Severus," Rhiannon whispered, obviously referencing some secret she'd seen behind his gaze.
With their mental connection, Severus didn't have to ask for clarification. "No," he muttered, his hand closing over his length as if to hide evidence of something.
Sirius had moved over to the chaise and stretched his naked, godlike form over its velvet cushion. He must be feeling too uncertain to be aroused yet, but he was always large even when not. He raised up on one elbow and surveyed the room, awaiting his next direction but clearly confident enough in his assets to be on display.
"Severus likes to fixate on a particular thing when he desires a woman," Rhiannon said, running her hands lovingly down her husband's arms. "With me it was my ass, and how it swayed in my robe. Tell Colleen what it is about her," she coaxed him. Sirius's interest seemed piqued now.
"For Merlin's sake, just show her, woman," Severus snapped. "You clearly won't let it go until you do."
Rhiannon tiptoed over to Colleen, her emerald eyes already starting to swirl with subtle gold as she silently sought permission. Colleen nodded, not sure of what the witch was going to do, but pretty sure would be fine with whatever it was.
The golden-haired girl started out with a kiss, her soft hand wasting no time gracing the crease at the top of Colleen's thigh and rolling the soft leg flesh where it formed the "v" between her legs. Colleen's eyes closed in response at the sudden intimate touch.
"He saw you in your bathing suit that day at the beach and became obsessed with this bit of flesh at the top of your thighs, right here," Rhiannon whispered. She squeezed Colleen's inner thigh next, her expert tongue sweeping between her lips to deepen their kiss. Colleen kissed her back hungrily, drawing her in so their breasts squeezed firmly against one another. The softness and smooth silkiness where their skin met was unreal, and Colleen moved her hand to cup her own breast and run it along Rhiannon's skin, reveling in the feeling.
"Circe's nipples," Sirius groaned, his hand flying to palm his cock.
"Wrong goddess," Severus quipped, his hand working his own length gently, teasingly.
"Yes, Sirius, make sure you worship the right one," Rhiannon chided him. She broke from Colleen long enough to float over to the chaise, pressing a kiss to her ex-fiancé's lips as she slowly straddled his thigh with a couple of arches to please her clit. Her hands came to appreciate the curves of his chest, thumbing his nipples. Colleen couldn't believe that watching her husband with such a beautiful woman didn't bother her; the opposite was true— it electrified her, as if by being his partner, she could feel every shred of his desire and how it fed her own.
"Rhiannon," Sirius said, his voice desperate like he was truly pleading with the heavens for the resurrection of their memories past.
But the goddess didn't grant his wish, slipping away as quickly as she'd arrived. Sirius was left moaning and gripping his giant length, now swollen with an ache Colleen could almost feel just from viewing. Rhiannon returned her focus to Colleen instead, her eyes hypnotic as she pushed Colleen back against the soft pillows. Their lips met again briefly before the witch began to mouth Colleen's neck, nipping gently at her sensitive spot and giving a gentle lick to her earlobe. Colleen mimicked Rhiannon's action with Sirius and locked her own legs around the witch's thigh, arching upward to receive some sweet pressure.
"That's it, my Muggle whore. Let the goddess give you the pleasure your hungry cunt craves," Severus rasped.
Colleen opened her eyes to find him standing over the bed, his girth now rock hard, veiny, and protruding out from tendrils of dark black curls. Her hand reached out of its own accord to grasp it, bringing a guttural grunt from Severus's lips. Colleen's thumb drifted over the head, spreading the pearl of pre-cum over the perfectly rounded tip before gripping his shaft with firm strokes. The skin was velvet and glided over the rock hard firmness as Colleen pumped and continued to arch her pussy into the witch's thigh. Rhiannon's teeth were now working the divine spot on Colleen's neck, and Colleen had wild visions of being truly bitten— surrendering— being drained.
"Oh, is that what you like?" Rhiannon murmured sweetly. "Maybe another night. We didn't brew those particular potions."
"It was just a thought," Colleen muttered breathlessly. "I don't know where it came from."
"It came from here," Rhiannon replied with a whisper, slipping her fingers into Colleen's wet heat, gliding over the folds with a worshipful expertise. The witch's thumb found Colleen's swollen nub, and she knew just the right amount of pressure, knew to flick it quickly, with just the tips of her fingers, knew to favor the left instead of the right. Colleen had let go of Severus at this point, her eyes closed and her head thrown back. While the witch concentrated on ravishing Colleen's clit, two thick fingers dipped beneath the witch's hand and inserted themselves into Colleen, curving upward to the swollen spot inside.
Colleen gasped and her eyes flew open to see Severus now sitting on the bed, directing his fingers in their precise torment of her pussy while his other hand played with his wife's behind, grasping the flesh, giving it a few slaps so it bounced gloriously, then letting his fingers dive between the cheeks to play. Rhiannon let out a cry and arched against his hand.
Sirius was a moaning mess over on the chaise, his eyes glued to the show on the bed. His cock was already glistening, and his fingertips teased his own head while his other hand toyed with his balls. He was bucking his hips, his muscles taut and seeming to be on fire.
"Sirius, come here with us," Colleen begged him, her voice a mere breathless whisper as Severus's hand began a gentle circle against her inner wall and Rhiannon's mouth closed over Colleen's nipple. The witch's tongue was warm and firm as she worked the soft pink peak until it was pebble hard and aching. Sirius stood, his cock extending long and proud from beneath his line of black tattoos. He sank onto the mattress on the opposite side of Colleen from Severus, adding his own quick spank to Rhiannon's arse. Colleen greeted her husband by running her fingers through his brown curls, already wild from where he had writhed against the chaise.
Sirius kissed Colleen's lips sweetly, the sounds mingling with Rhiannon's sucking on her breast and the wet smacks of Severus's fingers working Colleen's swollen cunt. It didn't take long for Sirius to weave in another layer of sound, his hand now diving into Rhiannon's folds, which were arched in the air as she worked her magic mouth down Colleen's desperate body. The witch sounded impossibly wet, Sirius's hand gliding in and out with ease. But he stopped just as quickly as he'd started, getting revenge on her for abandoning him earlier.
"Ugh, Sirius!" Rhiannon rose to her knees, punching his arm.
"You've gotten fiesty over the years, haven't you?" Sirius replied, his voice melodic, dancing.
Severus's hand paused in pleasuring Colleen as well, and Colleen responded with her own moan of agony. Her nerves were aflame, her whole body one giant plea for sensation, but all was removed. She used the lull to survey the wizards and witch; all three were breathless, chests heaving. Colleen admired Rhiannon's perfect breasts, full and round like fruit off a vine. Both wizards were impossibly hard, Sirius's eyes a rich dark blue in his desire, Severus's face contorted as he seemed to search for restraint.
"I want all of you," Colleen whispered. "Please ruin me."